Guess who fucker...I was just thinking about Spencer working late nights all week and barely seeing him and feeling lonely (and horny) and walking out into the living room in your flat in a new lingerie set hoping to spice things up but he doesn’t even look at you so you go sit in his lap to get his attention but he’s working on paperwork so you start kissing his neck and he literally growls telling you to knock it off and it ends in cockwarming
i know who this is ;) i only changed this a TINY BIT DONT HATE ME
You looked down at the deep purple lace that covered your body and you felt so fucking powerful. You smiled to yourself before slipping on a robe, tying it and walking to the front living room where Spencer was reading a book. The sight of his fingers skimming down the pages just as they always did made you weak.
“Spence?” You asked, voice low as he looked up from his book to see you standing there, hands fiddling with the strings of your robe.
“You okay?” He asks. Classic Spencer to ask if you’re okay in a moment like this. You nodded and approached him, grabbing the book from his hands and placing his near trembling hands on the strings of your robe.
“Take it off. It’s your present.” You smiled and he looked up at you with the most innocent eyes, but something in the twinkled when he smirked, raising one of his eyebrows.
He pulled at the strings and his eyes went wide as he saw the lace that covered your body, well, most of your body. There was a bow over your lady area, just like a bow on top of a gift. But tonight, this was his gift.
“Did you wear this just for me?” He asks, not looking up from the lace that adorned your skin. You nodded and grabbed one of his hands, placing it flat against your stomach.
“What is it?” He asks, looking up at you as you bend over the slightest, slowly undoing his belt. He pushed his hips up to help you, as he scoots more towards the end of the couch.
“Just let me sit. Be good? Maybe i’ll let you move.” You smirked, and honestly you didn’t know where the fuck all of this dominance was coming from. Usually he would be the one calling the shots, but something about tonight was just different.
He looked up at you in shock. Grabbing your hips, pulling you down to sit on his lap. He bit your lip, then kissing it better.
“‘s cute how you think you’re in charge.” He says, throwing all your dominance out of the water, that simple sentence throwing you back into your usual submissive nature.
“Now princess, you’re just going to sit. Maybe if you’re good and let me finish my work, I’ll give you what you want.”
