27. orgasm control/denial
#kinktober2020 27. orgasm control/denial
Warnings: Smut, edging, overstimulation, explicit sexual content
Pairing/s: Emily Prentiss x Reader x Spencer Reid
Despite popular opinion, Spencer Reid was quite experimental when it came to sex. Natural curiosity and a steep learning curve had given him both stamina and excellent knowledge of his own body long before you and Emily had gotten him into bed. While Emily preferred the dominant role Spencer was a true switch and he had a bratty streak that rivalled your own. So when it came time for Em to dole out a little punishment for the two of you it was no surprise that he was tough to break.
You were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, backs against the armrests so you were looking at each other. Em had draped herself in an armchair and was directing you both, the wicked gleam in her eyes showing no sign of fading anytime soon. Her favourite toy was inside you, it’s antenna resting against your clit and she had it turned up to the maximum. You were holding on to the couch for dear life, soaked in sweat and shaking as your fifth orgasm was wrung from your spent body. The vibrations eased a little but didn’t stop, Emily, looking up from the app on her phone with a satisfied smile. Her eyes moved from your limp form to Spencers tense one at the other end of the couch. She had instructed him to edge himself to near orgasm but he wasn’t allowed to cum until she permitted him. He’d only asked once so far but his cock was a deep red, almost purple at the head and precum was weeping freely over his fingers. He was probably as wrecked on the inside as you were on the outside and you weren’t sure who was getting the rawer deal here anymore.
Knocking the vibrations back up Emily stood and walked over to sit between you, water bottle in hand, and offered it to both of you in turn. She’d had to hold it to your mouth, your entire body was trembling now and you had no strength left in you. Your sixth orgasm rolled straight into your seventh and your cry was more pained than before. ‘Colour?’ Em asked and you almost shouted your response. ‘Yellow.’ She acted immediately, not stopping the vibrator but turning it right back down to its lowest setting. Leaning over she pulled the throw from the back of the couch and draped it over your torso, kissing your inner thigh as she got closer to your cunt. You imagined it to be similarly coloured to Spencers cock right now, swollen from overstimulation and flushed deep red and crimson. You felt a pull and the toy slid out of you, your cunt clenching around nothing. Her mouth pressed lightly over you as your release gushed between your thighs, soaking into the towels below you.
Emily rested her head on your thigh and looked up at you adoringly. You managed a weak smile, slumping hard into the back of the couch. A small moan drew both of your attention to Spencer. His pale skin was flushed all over, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he breathed hard. His fingers, loosely wrapped around his cock were still moving though the look on his face suggested that even their slow strokes were bordering on painful. Your eyes met Emily’s and you pleaded wordlessly with her to let him finish. She capitulated as you knew she would, you didn’t often use your sway over her, and getting up from her bed on your thighs she moved down the couch to him. You watched, enchanted, as she cupped his chin and drew his lips to hers. As their lips met she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, a whimper bursting from Spencer’s chest. You desperately wanted to hold him but your body still felt weak and boneless.
He broke their kiss, his head falling against Emily’s shoulder as she stroked his cock from base to tip. You caught his eye and smiled affectionately, his adorable grin momentarily lighting up his face before his mouth formed an O as he came hard. His release splattered up his chest and he shook in her arms as she worked him through his orgasm. Only when he was completely done did she grab him a towel and brush his damp curls back off his face. Letting him slump against the back of the couch, a mirror image to your position. You could feel consciousness slipping away from you as you gazed into his eyes from the other end of the couch, matching wrecked grins on both your lips. If this was the punishment you would gladly break for Emily over and over again.
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