Her. [Spencer Reid x Elle Greenaway]|| ✔️

Seven.

SMUT WARNING: fem!dom Elle, Sub!Reid, hollow dildo, humiliation, degradation, orgasm delay/deny, slapping

I may be a genius but when it comes to confrontation, my brain is wiped clean of anything and everything. Which is why I stood, wide-eyed, sputtering, and kiss swollen lips with nothing to say. But then again, what does one say in this situation? 'I'm sorry' certainly wasn't going to cut it. So, I just stood there.

Cat was the first one to speak, her voice muffled over the sound of my racing heart in my ears, "well, well, well if it isn't the infamous Elle Greenaway." Her smirk making my stomach turn, nausea washing over me. "Spencie, you really have a type. I mean, you clearly have an affinity for murderous women. Am I right?" She gestured towards Elle who was fuming.

"Spencer. What the actual fuck." Elle tuned Cat out. I was frankly trying to get any words out.

"I-I um.." But I couldn't. It was just honestly useless to try and pretend that I could.

Cat walked farther into my apartment, my hands falling at my sides like heavy weights, my feet feeling as if they were cemented to the carpet. I turned to Luke, begging him to help me the fuck out.

"Nice place you got, Spencie. Very... you if I do say so myself." Cat ran her hand over my couch, her eyes searching the room, no doubt 'profiling' me. Elle followed her every move, waiting for her to do one wrong thing.

I begrudgingly made my way into the space I inhabit, "I thought I told you to go home, Elle. Why are you here?"

I watched as her eyes widened, her face growing pink with frustration. I mentally cursed myself for my previous statement.

"I figured I'd wait for you here. But apparently," She crossed her arms, shifting her weight as her eyes bore holes into mine. I withered under her gaze as I waited for her to finish. She never did.

Luke and SWAT suddenly rushed in, one SWAT member cuffing Cat, "we found them. We're clear." He nodded as they dragged Cat away.

"Goodbye, Spencie. I had fun." The smile on her face as they cuffed her was sickly sweet, "Oh, and Elle? Stop running from your truth." And with that, she was escorted out of my apartment. Her ghost lingering as I stared at a very angry Elle.

"Spencer?" Luke snapped his fingers in my face, bringing me back to myself, "are you coming? Emily says you don't have to. It's up to you."

I looked between him and Elle. I had made my bed, and it was time to lie in it. I swallowed hard as I turned to face my friend, blinking a few times before I answered, "I'll stay if that's okay. Tell Emily thank you." My heart was racing at the prospect of what Elle had planned for me.

Luke patted me on the back, shooting me a look that screamed 'good luck'. I watched SWAT clear from my apartment, the door closing behind them and the footsteps receded to nothing. Now, the only sound left was of Elle's hands coming together in a slow clap as she circled me as if I was prey. In a way, I was. And she was ready to devour me.