𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐬 . 𝐫

[ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ] (𝟖)

"i told you, we haven't even started."

your eyes stayed connected with his as much as they could. he kept your head pulled back by your hair,

"so vulnerable." he scoffed, clenching his jaw. he turned behind him as he released his grip on your hair. he made sure the lavatory door was locked. you watched him nervously as your grip tightened around the counters your lower back was pressed against. he turned back towards you. you swallowed hard, seeing the look on his face. he was angry.

your eyebrows knitted together for a moment as you watched him,

"turn around." he finally broke the silence. you blinked, slightly taken aback,

"what? why-" you started,

"turn around." he repeated, his words overlapping yours. with a stubborn sigh, you rotated your body to face the mirror,

"now wha-" you began once again,

"bend over." spencer interrupted. you stared at him through the mirror for a good moment. he stood behind you, staring right back. you scoffed in near disbelief but obeyed. you leaned down over the counter, balancing yourself by placing your forearms on the surface. you kept your eye on spencer from the mirror. he finally broke the intense eye contact, dragging his eyes from the back of your head and down your body. he reached his left hand out, placing it against your ass as the other explored your back. his right hand reached your hair and your breath hitched as his digits tangled in your smooth locks. he leaned down over you in order to whisper in your ear. you felt his stiff bulge against your core, pressing into you from behind, making your leg twitch. you could feel his lips near your right ear. he released his grasp from your hair, reaching his now free hand up, tenderly tucking your hair behind your ear. you continued to watch him from the mirror. he kept his lips near your face as he moved his eyes up to the mirror to look at you,

"you are going to watch me fuck you. and you won't make a sound." he said, keeping the eye contact through the reflective surface. your breathing quickened at his words. you felt him remove his hands from your body as he leaned up. curious as to what he'd do next, your silent question was answered as he took his hands to his belt. he unbuckled the leather strap from around his waist, quickly folding them into what looked like a pair of transportable handcuffs. your lips parted, soft air leaving your body in rapid movements. he leaned back over you to grab your hands from against the tabletop. you closed your eyes and hung your head in shame as he slid your wrists into the cuffs. he kept your hands above your head, pushing them against the mirror infront of you. the red shirt on your body came untucked from your jeans, your lower stomach was slightly visible as you bent over. he reached a hand forward to tilt your chin upwards towards the mirror,

"watch." he said simply. you felt a rush through your body. you couldn't pinpoint whether it was excitement or adrenaline. 

probably both, you figured. 

you watched as spencers hands wrapped gently around your waist from behind, venturing to the front of your jeans. your stomach tensed as you felt his hands brush against your bare skin. he could clearly feel the way you reacted to his touch. he chuckled in response as he swiftly took your belt off, careful of the gun. your heart racked against your chest, your legs falling weak. his fingers moved to your jeans and he practically ripped them off after he unbuttoned them. you nearly fell at the sudden jerk of him pulling down your jeans. the side of your rib hit the counter and you let out a quiet groan,

"quiet." spencer warned as he pulled down your black lace underwear. your head nodded up and down in shame. your cheeks flushed as you felt his hand on your ass, spreading it just the in the slightest,