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Ever since Spencer Reid’s release from Milburn, he’d been suffering from nightmares. At least once a week he would awake in a cold sweat, his throat ravaged from screaming, heart thumping aggressively against his chest. After four months it had just become the norm to him and honestly he got used to them, started to almost lean into them.
But after four months the nightmares of being trapped in a cell, of being beaten and forced to sling drugs warped into something different entirely, some might say they were worse and on the surface Spencer would agree with that summation. However internally, these new dreams didn’t scare him as much as they should.
They revolved less around prison and more around the woman who put him in there. Those intense dark eyes and sinful visage of the woman who made his life hell, who had him arrested, had his mother kidnapped and claimed to have had him sexually assaulted.
“ I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood.”
“What, did she pretend to be you?”
“Why? Would that have worked?”
“No.”
“Yeah I know. Believe me, I know exactly where I stand on the Spencer Reid ‘hot or not’ list.”
But the thing was, Cat Adams didn’t know where she stood on that list because as much as Spencer would rather die than admit as much out loud, he found Cat to be unfathomably attractive. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful and alluring but he admired her brain, no matter how sick and twisted it could be at times. And so he found he didn’t actually mind when his prison nightmares shifted to dreams of Cat climbing into his bed and having her wicked way with him.
These dreams still caused him to awake with his heart rampantly beating and oftentimes screaming but for completely different reasons. And he would find himself painfully aroused and even sometimes he would wake to discover he had come in his pyjama pants.
These dreams continued for years, he told himself it was just his brain's own way of dealing with the trauma of being sexually assaulted, the only way he was able to process the fact that Cat had Lindsey violate him in such a way.
And then he’d had to come face to face with her again after Cat’s partner kidnapped Max’s father and sister.
“You haven’t done me? You sexually violated me in Mexico.”
“I did? Are you sure? The drugs that made you hallucinate, they flood your brain with serotonin, right? So what does that mean when it comes to…?”
“It’s similar to MDMA, it’s hard too…”
“That’s right. Stop being the boy who cried rape, Spencie, it’s not a good look.”
Of course it was a relief to know Lindsey hadn’t raped him, but it didn’t stop those dreams, if anything they became even more vivid, especially after he finally found out what it would be like to kiss her.
Honestly when she’d stood in the doorway of his apartment, looking at him the way she had been, it had been impossible for him not to kiss her. He didn’t even care that Luke and Prentiss and the SWAT team were there to witness it, he physically couldn’t keep his hands off of her for another second.
And in truth, had Max not been behind that door he may well have dragged Cat inside of his apartment and fucked her right then and there. He knew how wrong it was, he knew he should be disgusted by her. But Spencer wanted Cat with a white hot burning rage even if it was taboo.
It was inevitable that he wouldn’t make things work with Max after that kiss, he may never be able to make things work with anyone after that experience. Their terrible third date had been their last and after walking her to the elevators at the BAU, Spencer never saw her again.
In the weeks that followed Spencer spent most of his sleeping hours and countless amounts of his waking ones thinking about Cat Adams. If his team noticed he was preoccupied they didn’t mention anything, but then again when did they?
The day before Cat’s scheduled execution date, Spencer felt an odd sense of unease all day. He had planned to go to Mount Pleasant tomorrow, look her in the eye one last time but he’d talked himself out of it. He needed to put Cat behind him once and for all and watching her die wasn’t going to make up for all the things she’d put him through.
The world was a better place without Cat Adams, that he was certain of. But also couldn’t help but wish he had the chance to do more than just kiss her. Although, if it had ever actually come to it he was certain he wouldn’t have followed through with his hidden desires. That was one line Spencer could not cross and if he did he would never come back from it. It probably wouldn’t stop him from dreaming about it though.
———
That night he returned home, feeling a little tense at the idea that in little over twelve hours his biggest nemesis was being put to death. He’d been snappy all day, practically bitten Alvez’s head off for something completely arbitrary, and almost made Garcia cry. The team knew, they had to know, but gratefully no one said anything.
He dumped his bag on the floor by the couch, kicking off his shoes and heading straight for the ensuite bathroom. He started stripping off his clothes as he went, leaving a little trail through his bedroom. Ordinally Spencer would never leave clothes lying around in such a way, his apartment was always tidy aside from the odd book left lying around. But he didn’t have the energy for such trivial tasks as picking up after himself today.
He switched on the shower, removing his boxers as tossing them in the general direction of the laundry basket before stepping in the tub and under the flow of water. He closed his eyes as he let it fall around him, thoughts immediately turning to Cat Adams. He was standing at full attention in a matter of seconds but he refused to relieve himself.
It almost killed him to ignore it but he had to. He’d lost count of how many times he’d jerked off to thoughts of Miss .45 and every time he did he promised himself it would be the last time and it never was. No more. He was not succumbing to her again.
He was still hard when he got out of the shower, dried and dressed. No matter how much he tried to stop thinking about her, she just wouldn’t leave his mind. By the time he crawled into bed, he was so hard it was painful.
Maybe just one last time? One more time couldn’t hurt…
…No, no. Not again. Never again.
He remained strong, no matter how much his unattended erection agonised him. He forced his eyes closed and tried to cast thoughts of Cat Adams away once and for all. Eventually he managed to fall asleep, but his dreams were once again filled with her, ironically with him filling her.
———
Cat Adams made breaking out of prison look like child’s play. It had always been her intention to get out somehow, she’d just been biding her time. It really wasn’t at all hard for her to work her feminine wiles on the new young guard, with her hand in his pants it was almost too easy to incapacitate him.
She hadn’t been lying when she told Spencer she was ready for death, but she also hadn’t been untruthful when she said she’d been thinking of all the things she’d hadn’t done. Him included.
Cat was ready to die, at least she would be after she’d carried out this one final task.
She’d been planning it for months, it was the real reason she’d wanted to see where his apartment was. There really wasn’t much worry of this going wrong. If she was caught, she’d be taken back to prison, but she had every intention of handing herself back in after tonight anyway. If Spencer killed her for breaking and entering, who cares? She was supposed to die tomorrow anyway.
The only real tragedy would be if she didn’t get to have her way with him first.
She hid in the shadows outside of his building until all the lights went out and even then she waited for another hour just to make sure Spencer was asleep.
She made quick work of picking the locks of both the main door to the building and his apartment door, before creeping inside.
She kicked off her plimsolls in the living room to aid her in sneaking silently across the hardwood floor. She stripped off her orange prison jumpsuit and tossed it on the couch, leaving her in no more than a painfully thin tank top and a pair of panties.
The door to Spencer’s bedroom was open a few inches and she could hear the faint sounds of his shallow breathing. Ebbing the door open slowly, the street lamp outside cast an ethereal glow through the open curtains on the man sleeping peacefully in the large, plush bed.
He was on his back, his wild hair splayed against the dark green pillow case. A thin sheet matching in colour was only half draped across his body, barely covering one leg and a sliver of his torso, it was the height of summer after all. It revealed enough for her to ascertain he wore nothing but a pair of navy flannel pyjama pants.
Cat hissed beneath her breath, clenching her thighs together at being so close to having the object of her ultimate desire. She had fantasised about this exact moment more times than she could count, having Doctor Spencer Reid at her complete mercy.
And in truth, Cat saw nothing wrong with her little plan. Her moral compass was long ago warped and to her there was nothing inappropriate about what she planned on doing to the nerdy and uptight doctor.
Feeling herself getting aroused at mere thought, she wasted no more time and crept closer towards his dresser next to the bed. She silently prayed he was a heavy sleeper.
She started going through drawers, on the hunt for something very specific. In the third one she found exactly what she was looking for - Spencer’s collection of silk ties.
Smiling to herself she pulled two from the drawer before nearing the side of the bed. She circled her hand gently around his left wrist, eyes on his face to detect any sign that he might wake as she cautiously wrapped one of the ties around his slim wrist and knotted it.
Proceeding with further vigilance, she slowly raised his arm above his head, his eyes moving beneath his eyelids but they stayed shut. She draped his arm on the pillow and made quick work of tying the other end of the tie to his headboard.
She was cautious yet deliberate in each one of her movements as she rounded the bed and climbed onto the side of it. The mattress was firm and gratefully didn’t shift too much with her weight. She repeated her actions with his right wrist and soon a sleeping Spencer was restrained and none the wiser.
She had a painted smile on her features as she crawled between his already parted legs, kneeling between his thighs and gently removing the sheet from his body.
His naked torso was bathed in the light from outside, his alabaster flesh glowing and begging to be touched, to be kissed. He was more toned than she imagined, but just as slim. His eyes were closed, his lashes grazing the dark skin beneath his eyes contracted from one too many sleepless nights over his extensive list of trauma. His plump, chapped lips were parted ever so slightly as he breathed and Cat shuddered as she thought about their kiss and how magnificent his lips had felt on her.
He was perfection in Cat’s eyes and she couldn’t waste another second not having him.
Keeping her eyes on his face in case he stirred, Cat ran her fingers lightly over his clothed thighs, upwards to the waistband of his flannel pants. She hooked a finger in each side and started languidly tugging them down, his soft cock springing free from the fabric and causing Cat to gasp.
Even flaccid it was clear how big he was and she swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat at the thought of having him inside of her. Her breath stuttered out of her mouth, eyes flicking back to Spencer’s face and relieved to find him still asleep.
She continued to move the pants down his legs, carefully manoeuvring them over his feet and not disturbing him from his slumber. Once she had them off she tossed them to the floor and clambered back between his legs.
She lowered herself closer to him, sucking in a breath and inhaling his natural scent. She whimpered slightly, pressing her thighs together against as a heat spread between them. She bowed her head even closer and making sure to keep her eyes on his face, she licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft.
Spencer shuddered beneath her, a delicious whine leaving his parted lips. She did it again, tracing the line of the vein on his cock with her tongue. He whined again and his cock twitched against its bed of pubic hair. But his eyes remained closed.
She cautiously wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and started stroking the limp appendage and within a matter of seconds she felt him start to grow hard against her palm. He moaned this time, eyes squeezing more tightly shut and his breath started to grow heavier.
It didn’t take much time at all for him to grow fully erect inside her balled fist, her hand firmly stroking him while the sleeping man trembled and whimpered below her.
It was such a heady experience, Spencer was quite literally putty in her hand. He was so beautiful like this, at her mercy even more so than he had ever been. Perhaps she would be in love with him if she could feel such things. It was certainly the closest she’d ever gotten to feeling that particular emotion.
She continued to jerk him delicately, careful not to wake him up. She wasn’t ready for him to be conscious of what was happening yet, because once he was he might try and stop her and she wasn’t finished with him yet.
She bowed her head again and keeping her hand around the base of his shaft, she took him in her mouth.
Spencer’s body convulsed beneath her, a deep moan erupting from his sleeping lungs. Her eyes shot up to his face again as she took his entire length in her mouth, feeling his head hit the back of her throat, but he remained asleep.
His chest was heaving with his breaths, the most delicious string of noises leaving his lips. Cat soaked them all up, lapping her tongue back up the vein of his cock before swiping it over his head, making Spencer’s hips buck up to meet her mouth.
Somewhere deep in a state of unconsciousness, Spencer succumbed to yet another dream about Cat Adams. They were in the interrogation room at her prison facility, right after his release from Milburn and not caring that JJ was watching through the two-way glass, he forced Cat on her knees whilst he unbuckled his belt.
His mother was missing, he should be getting answers from her, he should not be letting his base human desires get in the way of that. But then Cat wrapped her lips around his already hard cock and took his entire length in her mouth and his mother was a long distant memory…
Cat continued to suck him off until she felt his pre come leaking onto her tongue. She hissed around him, swallowing it down before coming off of him with a pop. Spencer’s eyes were still closed but he whined fitfully at the lack of contact. Cat smirked to herself.
Don’t worry, Spencer, I am far from done with you.
She sat back on her haunches and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand while the man beneath her continued to whimper. She giggled to herself quietly whilst removing her tank top, tossing it on the floor before doing the same with her soaked panties. Once she was naked she shuffled up Spencer’s sleeping frame, straddling his hips and biting down on her bottom lip to stop from making a sound.
Carefully she took his shaft in her hand again and started guiding his cock between her legs. When his head pressed her against her entrance, Spencer practically wailed and Cat silenced herself by digging her teeth into her lip whilst lowering herself slowly down on him.
He somehow felt bigger than he looked and he stretched her walls as she continued guiding him inside of her. It had been a long time since she’d felt a cock inside her, the last man she’d been with had gotten her pregnant and she’d pretended the baby was Spencer’s.
Slowly but surely he filled her up, her body stretching to accommodate his thick length. By the time he bottomed out inside of her, Cat’s eyes were rolling back in her skull, her tight heat clamping heavily around Spencer’s member.
She looked down on him, his eyes still closed and a pathetic whined tumbling from his parted lips. She sat astride his pelvis, adjusting herself to the way he felt and it was so much more incredible than even her filthiest fantasies.
Spencer’s chest was heaving, his head rocking against the pillows but he was still very much asleep. Honestly if it felt even half as good for him she had no idea how that could still be the case.
She stayed perfectly still for several moments, simply relishing the way Spencer filled her up in a way she’d never experienced before. It was a good job she’d be put to death after this as Cat already knew nothing would ever top this sensation.
She rolled her hips lightly, feeling the way his hard cock shifted inside of her and mewling in pleasure. Spencer moaned at the movement and then his eyelids started to flutter. Cat held her breath for a second before Spencer stilled once more.
But she was ready now. She wanted him to wake up, wanted him to be a part of this.
She raised herself up until only his head remained inside of her before she violently thrust herself back into his lap. She let out an almost agonised moan as his blunt head jabbed against her cervix, feeling as though he was splitting her in two.
Spencer stirred, a guttural moan leaving his lungs and he pulled a little against his restraints with a hum of confusion.
Cat repeated her action, coming almost all the way off his cock before slamming herself back down.
“F-fuck…” Spencer mumbled, eyes fluttering again.
“Mmm feel so good, Spencie. Time to wake up sweetie.” She buried him deep inside of her throbbing cunt whilst reaching forward and squeezing both of his nipples between her fingers.
He whined again, tugging on the ties as he tried to move his arms from their position above his head and his brow furrowed when he couldn’t.
“Wake up, Spencie.” She spoke louder, pinching his nipples harder and rolling her hips.
With another somewhat aggressive thrust, Spencer’s eyes suddenly shot open, as if he’d been electrocuted, gasping for air as though drowned. His gold flecked eyes landed right on Cat’s, the haze of sleep still heavy in his brain.
He blinked rapidly, swallowing around a dry tongue. Her hips rolled against him and he felt a glorious pressure on his cock of her walls clamping around him.
“Morning, sleepy head.” She smirked down at him as she started moving back and forth on his shaft. “Wanna give me a hand here, Spencie?”
Her rhythm soon picked up and she was thrusting up and down on top of him and the pleasure it sent spiralling through his whole body was the most intense feeling he’d ever experienced.
His sleepy eyes cast down her body, pausing on her glorious tits which bounced with her every move. They travelled further, down to the junction where their bodies became one. He was utterly fascinated by the way his cock disappeared inside of her over and over again. He tried to move his hands and finally became conscious of the fact he was tied up.
And then all at once, Spencer Reid realised he was no longer dreaming. His fantasies had never been so vivid before, he’d never seen her in so much startling detail. The way in which her pussy fluttered around him, the way he could see his cock bulging in her lower abdomen with each deep thrust, this was all too real.
His eyes snapped back to her face, her devilish eyes and sinful smirk on her pouty lips.
“C-Cat?” He panted, tugging at the restraints. “Cat? What the fuck are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” She rolled her eyes at the stupid nature of his question.
She started bouncing harder, arching her back to allow him to thrust inside her at a different angle. She moaned fervently at the new position and Spencer couldn’t stop the pathetic whimper that left his lips.
“C-Cat!” He whined, desperately trying to move his arms so he could push her away. “S-stop!”
“Why on earth would I do that?” She slowed her movements a little, keeping her back arched and simply rolling her hips in circles.
“F-fuck!” Spencer whined. “Fuck, Cat stop!
The bed shook with the force in which he tried to yank his arms free of the restraints holding him in place.
“You and I both know you want this, Spencer. You’ve wanted this for a long time.” Her smirk grew, continuing her slow and steady fluctuations.
“What? That’s not true!” He shook his head, brows furrowed.
“I wasn’t about to be put to death before I’d gotten to do this.” She started moving a little faster, clenching around his cock.
He tried to fight off a wave of pleasure, tried not to show her how fucking good she was making him feel but it was no use. The string of moans and curses that fell from his lips gave away just how much he was enjoying this.
“Cat this isn’t…I didn’t consent to this!” He once again wrenched at the restraints as he felt a telltale coiling in his stomach as his orgasm neared.
He couldn’t let it get that far. He couldn’t reach completion without her knowing just how incredible she was making him feel. He was also painfully aware due to how much he could feel that she had not been kind enough to put a condom on him. He could not come, he categorically could not come.
But he was almost certainly going to come.
“Are you going to be the boy who cried rape again , Spencie?” Cat tutted, picking her speed and thrusting rampantly on top of him again. “Oh fuck, you feel so good baby. You’re so good for me.”
“C-Cat,” he whined, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “Please stop this. If you just stop now we can forget this whole thing ever… oh fuck…”
He trailed off with a high pitched mewl as she reached behind and cupped his balls in her hand, massaging them while she continued to frantically ride him.
“Tell me again how much you don’t want it.” She scoffed, knowing full well he was close. And she was too.
“I don’t…don’t want it. Don’t…” his tears broke free, rolling down his cheeks as he looked up at her. “P-please Cat? Please, I don’t want this.”
“I’m so close, Spencie. I know you are too.” Her chest heaved and once again his eyes flit down to her tits.
He was slamming so deep inside of her it seemed impossible, and she was so tight and warm sheathed around him he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Or was it hell?
But he didn’t want this, did he? He might have dreamed of this exact moment but in reality he didn’t want this. It was a simple fantasy, but now it was happening it was much more like a nightmare.
She may not have had Lindsey sexually assault him in Mexico but this was so much worse.
“Cat please?” He whined, tears still falling, trying to ignore the way her cunt and her hand felt as they worked to bring him to orgasm. “I know you know this is wrong. Deep down you know. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for you to come here, to…to… rape me.”
“Oh stop it.” She rolled her eyes again, giving his balls a firm squeeze. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re incredibly overdramatic?”
Spencer couldn’t speak in reply. His lip was quivering and his chest heaved with sobs. He’d stopped trying to force his arms out of their restraints. There was nothing he could do. The damage was already done.
Cat continued her movements, his cock thrusting up inside of her and bringing them both to their climaxes in near simultaneous rhythm. Cat fell over the brink just before him, letting go of his balls as her head fell forward to her chest. She screamed his name, clamping down around his cock so vehemently it forced his own orgasm moments later.
His body shuddered on the bed as his seed spilled inside of the woman who had made his life hell. She rode out both of their releases with slow and gentle rocks of her hips against his until she finally rolled off of him and fell down next to him in the bed.
He turned to look at her, tears starting to slow but his eyes still held a wealth of sadness.
“Untie me.” He mumbled, panting heavily.
Cat rolled her lip between her teeth as she contemplated this but after a few moments she propped herself up, leaned over him and expertly got the knots undone.
The second Spencer’s arms were free he shoved her backwards to the bed, hurriedly kneeling over her and his hands gravitated towards her throat.
Cat was smiling up at him as he wrapped both hands around her neck like he had years ago in that interrogation room. He applied pressure to her windpipe and if he wasn’t mistaken he could have sworn she was enjoying it. If this was how she died, she honestly wouldn’t mind a bit.
“You won’t be satisfied until you’ve taken everything from me, will you?” He spat, shaking her by the throat.
“I’ve got e-everything I could have w-wanted now.” She choked out. “You’re n-no better than me. You c-can’t lie to me and say you d-didn’t enjoy that.”
“You think I liked being violated?” He yelled, spital flying from his mouth as he held her tighter. “You think I like being raped in my sleep?”
“S-seemed like you were enjoying it to m-me.” Her smirk grew, the lack of oxygen making her head spin. “There’s still t-time. We can g-go again.”
Spencer grinded his teeth together frantically, increasing his hold on her neck. The thought of watching the life drain from her eyes as she laid here filled with his come made his blood begin to migrate south again.
He hated that he could feel this way about her, he despised her and was infatuated with her in equal measure. He wanted to kill her with his bare hands but at the same time he wanted to be inside of her again.
It wasn’t at all fair. She’d debased him, snuck into his home and done unspeakable things to him while he slept. He should feel disgusted, he should feel defiled. But terrifyingly he only felt aroused.
“No.” He hissed, giving her neck one final squeeze before suddenly letting go of her, causing her to gasp for air. “Now it’s my turn.”
He scooped up her wrists in one large hand and pinned them above her head before smashing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Without warning he thrust back inside of her making her yelp. And he swore he saw a hint of fear pass by her eyes as the victim took back his power and became the abuser.