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Aaron and Ashley	By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 4899 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Aaron and Ashley
- 2-Daddy Issues
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Special Agent Aaron Hotchner sat in the conference room and tried desperately to concentrate on the discussion that was going on around him. The images of three murdered coeds filled the screen before him, but all he could see were Ashley Seaver's eyes as the elevator doors closed.
"Hotch?" Morgan voice broke through his haze. "Hotch?"
"Yeah." He said, tapping the end of his pen on the table. "Looks like we're headed to Fort Worth. Wheels up in 30. Agent Seaver?"
She glanced up at him, before looking quickly away. "Please stay for a moment."
Ashley Seaver slowly lowered herself back into the chair. She watched as one by one the other agents left the room, leaving her alone with him.
The door closed, leaving the room in silence. The only sound was the tapping of his pen in the table.
"Do we need to talk about what happened last night?"
"No Sir." She shook her head, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes fixed on the table's surface.
"How long were you in the locker room?"
"A whi…" Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. "A while Sir."
"And you were watching me the entire time?"
She bit her lip and nodded her head, still unable to look at him.
"Is this going to be a problem?"
"No Sir." She said, her voice still barely audible.
"Go to the jet Seaver." He said placing the pen in his breast pocket.
When she had left the room, he leaned back in the chair and pinched the bridge of his nose, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
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Hotch jerked awake. He was covered in sweat and his cock was so hard it ached. Groaning he slid his hand under the sheet and stroked himself gently.
It had been over a month since Ashley Seaver had watched him in the shower and since that time he had been plagued by dreams. Dreams where he grabbed her by the pony tail and forced her mouth down on his cock, dreams where she kneeled before him, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pounding brutally into her. Visions of her tied spread eagle to his bed, blindfolded and at his mercy. Even now as he stroked himself, rubbing his hand over his cock, he pictured her before him. "Oh Fuck." He cried out as he came and the image of her face faded away. 'Damn it, this has to stop.' He thought to himself.
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Hotch sat in the dim light of the jet, struggling to remain focused on the file before him. The dreams about Agent Seaver continued to haunt him, he saw himself doing things to her he had never even imagined doing before. Despite the fact he was masturbating more then he ever had in his life, he was never satisfied. Even now he felt his cock stiffen as he watched her sleep.

She lay curled on her side, her hands tucked under her cheek, her mouth hung slightly open. In his minds eye, he saw himself standing up and walking over to her. He pictured himself releasing his straining cock from his trousers, bending over and shoving his dick into her wet waiting mouth. Aaron moaned softly, he could almost feel her hot mouth on him. Tossing the file on the seat next to him, he half walked, half stumbled to the tiny bathroom at the rear of the plane. Tearing open his pants, he barely got his cock aimed at the toilet before he exploded, jets of come rocketing out to splash into the water. He groaned as he ran his fist down his cock, shuddering as he shot out three more blasts.
Ashley listened to the sound of Hotch groaning in the restroom. She recognized it as a sound of pleasure rather then pain. She had seen the strained front of his trousers as he made his way down the aisle and could guess what had caused him to groan. Closing her eyes she let her mind drift away in fantasy.
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Aaron Hotchner broke the seal on the small bottle of Jack Daniels. Pouring it over ice, he cringed as he thought about how much it had cost from room service. But damn it, he needed it. He had been jumpy and jittery all day, snapping at everyone who spoke to him. As he took the first calming sip, a soft knock sounded at his hotel door.
"Fuck. What now?" Yanking open the door, he glared down at Agent Ashley Seaver.
"That night in the locker room." She whispered to the floor unable or unwilling to look him in the eye. "I rubbed myself while I watched you."
Hotch stared down at her, his face impassive. Glancing over her shoulder he looked down both sides of the hall and confirmed that it was empty. "Come in." He said, stepping away from the door.
Taking a long drink from his glass he turned to face her. "Has it ever occurred to you that given your history, your up bring, your…" He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "…father, you might have issues regarding male authority figures?"
"Well that's brilliant Hotch." She said, meeting his eyes for the first time. "Do you really need to be a profiler to determine I might have 'Daddy' issues?" She laughed ruefully. "I know my issues. I have issues with intimacy, with men, with closeness. I know that for the most part 'Vanilla' sex is just fine. But I also know that there are times when I need something more, something a little less mainstream. I'm okay with that. What about you Sir?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" He glared at her, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I think you know what I mean. That little thrill, that charge you get when you control someone, dominate someone?" She placed extra stress on the word 'dominate'. "Can you tell me you don't get just a little bit aroused when you glare at someone and make them cower?"
"Is there a point to this Agent Seaver?"
"Sir I spied on you during a very, very private moment. That was incredibly wrong of me." She looked at him, her voice soft, almost pleading. "I think I should be punished."
Aaron Hotchner rattled the ice in his empty glass. Moving slowly he walked to the dresser and poured himself another drink. Taking a sip, he paced back and forth across the room. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ashley shift nervously from foot to foot. Finishing his drink, he poured another and resumed pacing. After several minutes he glanced up as Agent Seaver slowly lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Did I say you could sit down Agent Seaver?" He turned to glare at her.
"No Sir." She whispered standing back up. "You didn't."
Hotch resumed his pacing. When he had finished his third drink, he approached her, circling around her slowly. She gasped when he leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "What is your safe word, Agent?" He nodded his head when she turned and whispered it in his ear. Walking to the table, he removed his suit coat and laid it down along with his now empty drink glass. Grabbing one of the hotel chairs he turned it around to face her. "Come stand in front of me." He ordered as he lowered himself into the chair. "You have been nothing but a pain in my ass since you got here. You know that don't you." He stared up at her as he slowly unbuttoned his shirtsleeve and rolled it up over his muscled forearm.
"Yes Sir." She whispered, nodding her head.
"I wish Dave Rossi had never brought you in on that case." He unbuttoned the other sleeve. "You know the only reason he did that is because he wants to fuck you. You know that right?" He folded up the other sleeve.
"Yes Sir."
"Do you want to fuck him? Do you ever fantasize about Dave Rossi fucking you when you rub your pussy?" He leaned back in the chair and gently rubbed his growing erection through his suit pants.
"Yes Sir." She whispered.
"Hmmmm." He grunted. "And me?"
"Yes Sir."
"Before or after you watched me jack off."
"Both." Her voice was husky and came out in short gasps. "But more so after."
Still rubbing himself through his pants he scanned her up and down. She had changed from her pants suit into a t-shirt and short skirt. Her hair hung loose about her shoulders.
"You took your hair down. Put it back up again." He grunted.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a hair tie, moving quickly she soon had her hair up in a thick ponytail.
"Oh God." Aaron moaned, licking his lips and pressing his palm down on his throbbing cock. "Take off your panties." He whispered. He watched as she reached under her skirt. When she tossed them on the bed, he saw they were plain pink cotton, innocent and oh so tempting. Still watching her he toed off his shoes and kicked them to the side. Bending over he peeled off his socks. He stood slowly and unfastened his belt. Unhooking his pants he pushed both them and his boxers down his hips.

Returning to his seat, he pulled them off his legs. "So you think that I should punish you?"
"Oh please Sir." She moaned.
"And how should I punish you Agent Seaver?"
"Spank me." Her barely audible whisper sent chills down his spine.
"Come here. Get across my lap."
He groaned low in his throat as the soft material of her t-shirt brushed across his cock. Lifting her skirt he gazed down at the swell of her ass. Rubbing the palm over her soft skin he paused for a moment in anticipation. In the next moment his deepest, darkest sexual fantasy would become a reality. Raising his hand he brought it down hard directly on the cheek of her ass.

The sound his hand made was drowned out by her cry and his answering groan of pleasure. He raised his hand and brought it down again, this time listening to the satisfying slap it made against her skin. Ashley squirmed and cried as he rained slap after slap on the soft skin of her ass. As she wiggled she brushed against his throbbing erection. "Hold still." He ordered, slapping his hand down hard on her again.
"I'm sorry Sir." She cried out as she slapped her again, her voice half sob, half moan.
He smacked her hard again and then gently caressed her heated, reddened skin. "Spread your legs." He whispered his voice gentle now. Sliding his hand between her legs, he rubbed his finger into her wet folds. She cried out as he brushed his finger across her swollen clit. "You're so wet Agent Seaver. I suppose you want me to make you come now?" He pulled his hand away from her heat and was rubbing her ass again.
"Oh yes Sir. I need…." Her voice trailed off in sobs.
"Beg me." He growled.
"Oh please, please make me come. Please Sir." Her body shook on his lap as she sobbed. "I need to come."
She cried out as he slipped his long fingers into her center and began to rub, making sure to hit her needy clit with each pass. He groaned along with her as her muscles clenched tightly around his fingers, her body shuddering violently with the force of her orgasm. He rubbed her back tenderly as she lay twitching from the aftershocks of her climax. Turning her head to stare at him, she reached up and wiped the tears from her face.
"Thank you."
"I'm not done with you yet Agent Seaver." He growled, pushing her off his lap and standing up. "Get off me and get on your knees."
Still wiping her face, Ashley kneeled before him and looked up at him expectantly. Reaching down he unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of his shirt, pushing it aside he grabbed his cock. "Suck me." He ordered.
His eyes rolled up in his head and his knees almost buckled as she engulfed his throbbing cock with her mouth. Letting go of his shirt, he wrapped his fist around the back of her ponytail and forced her down further on his cock. "Oh God Seaver." He moaned as he pulled her head back, enjoying the feel of her tongue swirling around on his shaft before grabbing her head and thrusting deep into her throat again. He loosened the hold on her ponytail as she licked and sucked down his cock. He watched in fascination as she thrust her mouth up and down taking him all the way into her throat. "Oh fuck." He cried out. Yanking roughly on her hair, he pulled her mouth off his cock. Grabbing his cock with his left hand he stroked himself rapidly. "Open you mouth." He grunted, aiming his cock at her face. "Oh God." He cried out as he came, jets of come shooting all over her face and into her mouth. He groaned as he watched her swallow a mouthful of his juices. Feeling weak, he stumbled to the bed and pulled back the covers. Reaching up he removed his tie and finished unbuttoning his shirt. As he lay back against the pillows, he could hear her moving about in the bathroom, water running into the sink.
"Do you want the light on or off?" She asked, standing at the bathroom door.
"Off." He muttered.
"Goodnight Hotch." She whispered.
He closed his eyes and listened as she quietly left the room. Staring up in the dark he realized two very important things; One, he had never before in his life felt as sated or sexually satisfied as he did at that moment and two, he was in very, very deep trouble.
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