» Patrick Jane

Being kidnapped is something that happened quite too often for Patrick Jane.

Reckless, he is the best and the worst add the CBI ever faced.

He is a good detective, that’s sure, but he can be so insufferable. Always teasing the victims’s relatives or witnesses, making Lisbon go crazy. The only person that can control him, Lisbon aside, is you. No one else can bear him at the point.

So yeah, he’s frequently kidnapped by the criminals the team is dealing with. Either because he’s getting too close to the truth, or just because they couldn’t stand his smart mouth any longer.

However, after a few times, an idea emerged in your brain.

Maybe he does enjoy that.

Not being kidnapped, but the feelings of helplessness. Of being tied up, submitting to someone else’s desire. To finally let go and not overthink something.

Naturally, that’s why you decided to do it tonight. He barely walked the front door with a tired sigh that your hand clamped around his and dragged him to your bedroom. He let out a soft chuckle, head tilted to the side, but the words died in his throat the moment his eyes fell on the rope on your shared bed.

He looked between you and the rope, his jaw falling open. “F-For me?” he asked, his index pointing at himself.

Now he’s on his knees on the bed, a tape on his mouth to keep his lips shut for once, arms tired up behind his back and thighs spread wide open thanks to the rope. Still dressed, for you to peel off every clothe like a gift.

He looks at you through wide eyes. His lashes fluttered as he watch you walk around, his gaze full of a mix between lust and submission.

His cock strains against his pants, but he can’t do anything about it.

A small, muffled whimper leaves him when your finger trails up from his stomach to his neck, head falling slightly back. His chest is heaving under your touch, eager and aroused.