Title: To Protect The Master
By: nancy
Pairing: Morgan/Garcia
Rating: NC-17
Series: Romanology
Warnings: slave!fic, D/s, discipline
Summary: Garcia believes Morgan will be safer without her around.

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The actual process of running away had been shockingly easy. It had taken Penelope longer to make the decision than to actually disable her tracker chip, take food orders from the team as if going to lunch, and simply walk out of the building. She’d stopped at the first available ATM and taken out the maximum from Morgan’s account and then the same from her own. While feeling bad about the former action, the more cash she had on her, the easier it would be to stay free.

In the two months she’d been Morgan’s, Penelope had formed honest attachments to all of them, but her heart and soul belonged solely to her Master. He was everything she’d ever wanted and Penelope knew that there would never be anyone else for her. His easy, sexy smile and strong body were only the tip of the iceberg. The vulnerable side she’d glimpsed only a couple of times had her aching to just wrap her arms around him and hold him. And his kindness and strength of will were in equal portions that just made her knees melt.

It was to save her Master that she’d fled. Bad enough that he’d gotten into trouble because of her, but that his career should suffer was unthinkable. A big part of what made Morgan was his drive to help others, to bring justice to the scum who hurt innocent people. No, it was better for him if she simply wasn’t around to distract him, as Hotch had stated. Somehow, the flat, cold tone of the team leader had been worse than someone yelling their heads off. The dark-haired man scared her, Penelope had no trouble admitting that.

Sighing, she looked around the tiny, ill-kept motel room and wished that she was home with Morgan in their cheerful, comfy apartment. It hadn’t been that way to start, decorated only with a man who was rarely there in mind, but she’d made it a home in the too-short month of being his. Penelope planned to stay in this dive for a week longer, making it two weeks since leaving. By then they would have written her off and she could safely leave DC.

A knock at the door startled her and she walked over to peek out the peephole. One thing that Morgan had drilled into her from the start was to never open the door unless she knew who was on the other side.

It was a maid, though, a tired looking woman with an armful of towels, so Penelope opened the door and said, “That’s okay, I don’t need anything.”

“Maybe not, but I need a God damned explanation.”

Morgan’s furious voice sliced through Penelope and she gaped at the big man standing to the side of the door.

*  *  *  *

Derek hadn’t been worried at first. He’d come to realize over the last month that Garcia got distracted pretty easily by toys and the subshop they all liked to frequent was right next door to an electronics store. She was apt to come back with some gizmo and have to go back for the subs. So when she didn’t come back within the half-hour, he called her cell and told her to call him on getting the message. When an hour passed, he called the subshop to discover that she’d never made it there.

That was when he started to seriously worry and had gone to Hotch. The other man had calmed him down and reminded him about the tracker. So Spencer had gone online to the official website where slaves were registered and tracked only to discover her name and tracker gone.

From that moment, Derek had been consumed by fear, confusion, and anger. Only someone with serious computer skills could do what had been done and that spoke to Garcia running. The woman he’d poured his heart into and loved without hesitation had abandoned him for an unknown reason, maybe no reason at all.

Fortunately, Hotch took over the search and let Derek quietly fall apart. It had taken eight days to track her down, the girl wasn’t stupid, but they finally caught sight of her on a traffic cam walking across an intersection and then followed various security footage to the seedy motel she’d gone into. And now he was staring at Garcia’s pale, panicked face and he wanted nothing more than to grab her, hug her, throw her down on the bed and fuck her and then beat the hell out of her for scaring him to death.

“M-Master!” she finally stammered.

Derek’s teeth clenched and he ordered, “Get your ass inside, woman.”

Garcia stumbled backwards into the room.

Turning to the maid, Derek pulled out a bunch of twenties and gave it to her while saying, “Share it around. I don’t want anyone interrupting or calling the police.”

Wide-eyed, the maid took his money and scurried away.

Derek walked into the room and shut the door behind him. Garcia had dropped to her knees into a prostrate position, hands on the floor above her head. Stopping just in front of them, he rested a boot on the hands and said softly, voice cold so he didn’t just start shouting, “I could break every finger in both your hands right now and consider it just punishment for using them to run away.”

He pressed down a bit to make his point and then removed his foot altogether. Looking down at her, blond hair around her head like a halo, Derek wondered how to proceed. He couldn’t punish her without knowing what had made her run and he couldn’t find that out without talking to her. But what tone to take? Encouraging? Demanding? Angry? Gentle? Derek knew she would respond to all of those tones in different ways, but she would answer him.

The real question was, just how much did he want her to fear him? Punishment was inevitable, but the form it took would determine their relationship from there on out.

“You betrayed my trust,” he finally said, heavy with disappointment because it was the truth. “You used your knowledge to run away from me without even a note left behind to explain why. I gave you…everything I had and you threw it in the garbage.”

“Master, please…”

“Quiet.”

Garcia fell silent and remained unmoving.

Derek sighed. “Tell me why.”

There was a long pause during which he hoped she wasn’t trying to think of a way to lie to him. After a few minutes, she answered, “Because you were…Agent Hotchner was so angry with you, Master. I thought…because that other agent put his hands on me and you went after him, I thought you’d be better off if I wasn’t there. Agent Hotchner couldn’t hurt you without me around to, to distract you. And, well, and I was scared he would sell me from you, too.”

He was abruptly glad that her face was to the floor so she couldn’t see how much the explanation shocked him. He’d known that Garcia was quiet around Hotch, but hadn’t realized just how scared of him she was. Or that she thought he had that much power over him. Derek broke out in a quiet, cold sweat at how close he’d come to beating her for something that was a very legitimate fear.

Sitting on the bed, he ordered gently, “Come here, Penelope,” and patted his leg.

*  *  *  *

The change in tone was a complete three-sixty and it took a few seconds to believe that Morgan wasn’t going to beat her right away for running. As much as her former Master had enjoyed and cared for her, he’d beaten her for offenses trivial in comparison. Penelope hesitantly looked up to find a careworn expression on the handsome black man’s face. The sadness in those dark eyes was what prompted her to stand and then lower herself onto his lap; patting his leg was a tacit order to do so.

A strong arm went around her waist to support her and Morgan cradled her against his chest, tucking her head under his chin. She couldn’t help remaining tense despite the intimate and loving position; the worst was still to come, obviously.

“I’m glad you were honest with me,” he said at last. “It helps me to understand why you ran. Now let me just explain a few things to you. Hotch can’t touch you in any way unless I allow it and he sure as hell can’t sell you. He’s my boss and nothing more. I’m not beholden to him for anything but a paycheck, which I can get elsewhere if necessary. And because he’s my boss, the worst he can do is fire me. He can’t hurt me, have me beaten, killed, or whipped or any other damn thing that too-imaginative mind of yours comes up with. Do you understand all of that?”

Hesitant, Penelope nodded.

Morgan kissed her temple and said firmly, “Good. I can’t say I’m even close to being happy at how scared of him you seem to be, but there’s nothing to be done about that. You feel how you feel and I won’t try and change that. I do want to know, though, if he’s actively done something that’s made you scared of him. If he’s hurt you physically, or intimidated you, or threatened you in any way. And you best be honest about this little girl, or we really will have trouble.”

She swallowed nervously, but replied, “No, Master. It’s not anything he’s done. I don’t know why I’m afraid of him, I just am.”

He hummed thoughtfully before saying, “Okay, we can work with that. Here’s the tough part of the whole situation. I have to punish you for running away. The whole team knows and I’m sure it’s gone down the Bureau grapevine by now with the amount of official resources we used to track you down.”

Letting out a shaky breath, Penelope agreed, “I know, Master. And, I’m sorry, I really am. I just wanted to protect you.”

Sounding rueful, Morgan told her, “I know, baby girl. Next time you get something like this in your head, though, just tell me. I can’t take any more heart attacks like that.”

Penelope pressed her face to his throat and repeated, “I’m so sorry, Master,” and hugged him tight while trying not to cry.

“Oh, girl, stop now, it’s okay,” Morgan soothed.

They sat in silence for a while as he rocked her and stroked her hair. Penelope slowly relaxed as he did nothing but hold her. Everything would be all right now, she knew it. She would get through the beating and go forward, lesson learned.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

Surprised, Penelope nonetheless stood and asked, “Master?”

“I’m sure as hell not going to do anything here,” he replied, looking around with distaste. “We’re going home. And I don’t want to hear a peep out of you the entire ride there.”

Penelope’s eyes widened and she nodded. Morgan looked at her for a long moment and then left the room. She hurried to keep up with his much longer stride.

*  *  *  *

Garcia didn’t talk the entire ride back to their apartment which was good because Derek didn’t trust himself not to just pull over and love away the tension and worry in those blue eyes right on the side of the road. As it was, he just about made it to the apartment keeping his hands to himself by not even looking at her.

Once in the apartment with the door shut and locked behind them, Derek ordered, “Strip and get your ass in the bedroom, woman.”

Garcia did as she was told, stripping right there in the living room and revealing all those gorgeous curves one piece of clothing at a time. Pale, smooth skin over the best kind of softness, her nipples getting hard just under his gaze. Derek licked at dry lips and watched as she turned and scampered to the bedroom, her ass moving almost as fast as her legs, which made him grin hungrily.

I do love that ass, he thought with a chuckle.

He pulled out his cell and called Hotch, who answered on the second ring. Derek told him, “I’ve got her and she’s safe. I need a couple of days, though, nip this in the bud.”

“Of course,” Hotch replied gravely. “Morgan, if you can…”

Derek waited and prompted when the other man didn’t continued, “What do you need, Hotch?”

“Nothing. Never mind. Garcia’s punishment is yours to see to. We’ll see you on Thursday.”

Hotch hung up before Derek could respond, a little stunned because he was sure the other was going to ask for mercy on Garcia’s behalf. Not that he was surprised that Hotch wanted Garcia not to be punished, but actually starting to ask for it was out of character. Hotch’s MO regarding slaves was never to interfere, no matter what. Derek had his suspicions as to the start of the policy, but respected him too much to probe or profile.

Shaking off the oddity, Derek shut off the phone altogether before tossing it on the sofa and heading to the bedroom. Garcia knelt by the bed, waiting, eyes downcast but not prostrate on the floor. He took in the sight with a lusty appreciation and ordered, “On your feet and grab some wall. That skin of yours is way too perfect, mama.”

Garcia hopped to her feet and walked to the bare wall, placing both hands upon it. Derek walked over to her and bent in close, moving down so he could slide his hands up her thighs and then over her plentiful ass. He squeezed and massaged there for a couple of minutes, just until he heard her breath quicken.

Stepping right up behind her, Derek wound his arms around her waist and splayed his fingers against her belly as he nuzzled against her throat and then bit it sharply. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to move in the morning, little girl. I’m going to get this body of yours good and hot and red and you’re going to beg me to stop. And just when you think you’re going to go crazy with it all, I’m going to take you further.”

She gasped, “Master, please,” and pushed back against him.

He chuckled wickedly and moved back, away from her. Turning serious, he said, “This isn’t your punishment. This is because I want to mark you up as mine, that clear?”

Garcia nodded. “Yes, Master. May I ask…have you decided my punishment yet?”

Suddenly, Derek knew exactly what it would be and he half-grinned as he answered, “No computer access for six months, unless we need your help for a case. Your phone and banking privileges are revoked as of now. No shopping. No going anywhere without me. You, baby girl, are under house arrest for the next six months.”

“Thank you, Master.”

It was whispered and filled with gratitude, which told him that yes, she really did know how close she’d come to some permanent and horrible punishments. He said seriously, “There might be questions about your escape, especially about how you turned off the locator chip. The only thing you will say to anyone outside the team is that you were on a sanctified leave. If they want to know more, you send them to me. Not a word of the truth to anyone I don’t trust and no chatter to anyone where it could be overheard or recorded. There are people who would use you against me to get to Hotch and despite how you feel, he’s my friend.”

Nodding again, Garcia repeated, “Thank you, Master.”

“You’re welcome. Now then. Let’s get this party started.”

The pale skin turned pink rapidly under the strike of his hand to her bare ass. It felt damn good, both the contact and hearing her soft whimpers of pleasure and pain. Not to mention getting a little of his own back for the scare she’d given him. The satisfaction he had beating her ass for disappearing and abandoning him was not inconsiderable.

Her legs spread a bit after a few minutes, either in invitation or for better balance, but he ignored the move. Switching sides and hands, Derek continued to spank her until her ass and upper thighs were a deep, angry red. By then, sweat dripped down her spine and soaked into her hair while her fingers tried to dig into the wall.

Reaching between those prettily spread legs, he found her wet enough to slide in two fingers without any trouble. She groaned at the penetration, head going back, and he finger-fucked her for a few minutes before withdrawing.

Absently licking them clean, Derek walked to the toy chest and took out the crop. He cut the air with it a couple of times so she would know what was coming. He aimed carefully and the leather slashed across her back several times in a row. Garcia let out a belated howl of pain just after the last strike, falling forward against the wall. He let her have a few minutes, waiting patiently until she pushed off the wall with shaking arms, panting heavily. Derek gave her another minute and then cut the lash across her backside three fast, hard times where the skin was darkest.

Derek had just enough time to catch Garcia as her knees buckled. He carried her to the bed and set her down on her stomach, sitting next to her and brushing her hair out of her face. She blinked at him a few times, blue gaze hazy as she murmured, “Don’t stop, Master.”

He smiled and kissed her then, the first time since finding her, and it was a gentle, loving thing. Breaking it off, he went to get the cream to help with the pain, returning to rub it into the hot flesh. She moaned and it was a dreamy, hungry sound that made him laugh and accuse fondly, “Pain slut.”

“Gods, yes,” she groaned as his fingers dug into already loose muscles. “Don’t stop, Master.”

“Here’s a good one for you,” he said, rolling her onto her back.

Garcia’s mouth gaped open, eyes clenched shut as she hissed through the pain of contact against the weals upon her skin. Feeling between her legs covered his hand in wetness, her inner thighs moist with it. She must have come a couple of times, it was so thick on her skin.

The lust that had been simmering the last few hours surged up and Derek fumbled at his zipper, his cock heavy with need. Shoving his pants down, he climbed between her legs and lifted her just enough to thrust inside her. Garcia jerked at the sudden entrance, crying out in what sounded like pure pleasure, and he sank in to his balls in one, fast push. Leaning over her, Derek rested his weight on his hands and fucked her hard and slow, biting his lip to keep control.

It had been long enough that he didn’t want to just come in a minute and then have to recover before he could take her again. He wanted to fuck her for hours, even though he doubted that he would last ten minutes, he was so desperate. When her fingernails scraped fire down his shoulder and she cried out, internal muscles clamping down on him, Derek lost it. He humped into her as he shot, grinding into her soft cunt as hard as he could while his balls emptied.

Panting, Derek let himself drop on top of her, but only so that he could roll them both until he was beneath her. She flopped bonelessly with him and he spared a breath to laugh. “You with me, baby girl?”

There was some kind of mumbled response, not that he could decipher it. Wrapping his arms around her damp back, Derek laced his fingers in the fine, soft curls and yawned hugely, satisfaction ripe through his body. His dick slid out of her a few minutes later and he grimaced, but ignored the separation. They would take a nap and then he’d go down on her for an hour or three. Plus he was ready to try out that “chastity” belt that came with a vibrator attachment.

Smirking to himself, Derek yawned again and let himself fall asleep secure in the knowledge that his slave was exactly where she was supposed to be.

*  *  *  *

Aaron frowned at the sudden rise in noise level in the main office area. He stood from his desk and walked to the door to look out on the team surrounding Morgan and Garcia. Morgan had called three days ago to let them know he had Garcia and would need a couple of days off to take care of things. Though trepidacious, his stomach tight and upset over the whole situation, Aaron had agreed to it, knowing the other man had to make sure nothing like this ever happened again.

Though smiling and returning hugs, Garcia seemed subdued from her usual vivacity. She sported no visible bruises but moved slower than was her wont.

Aaron sighed, hoping that Derek hadn’t beaten the spirit out of her. He didn’t seem the type, but then, he hadn’t thought there would be an actual beating involved despite the severity of the offense. Keeping his mind firmly away from his own past, Aaron returned to his desk to get back to work. They were between cases, but he had plenty to keep him busy.

A tentative knock at his door prompted Aaron to look up and find Garcia standing just outside. He stood and motioned her in, walking over and immediately offering her the sofa with a careful gesture; he didn’t know what might spook her now. “Garcia. It’s good to see you. How are you?”

To his surprise, Garcia gave him a shy smile and told him, “I’m okay, thank you. I ah, I don’t mean to interrupt, Sir, I just wanted to apologize, sincerely, for all the trouble I caused. I swear it won’t happen again.”

“It’s all right,” he said gently. “I understand.”

Garcia bit her lip and repeated, “Thank you, Sir. Um, my Master has taken away my computer privileges so I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you that way, but if there are any clerical or administrative duties that need to be done, please, please let me know. I would be very happy to take care of them for you.”

On the one hand, Aaron could understand why Morgan had taken away her access, but on the other, Garcia had been extremely handy to have the last couple of cases. Leaving that for later, he answered, “I will. I’m glad you’re all right.”

She nodded hesitantly and left his office.

Aaron let out a long, slow sigh when the door closed behind her. His stomach rebelled at the way it remained clenched so he took a few minutes to breathe deeply and attempt to relax. At least she hadn’t been broken during her punishment. Aaron’s estimation of Morgan rose a couple of notches; it took skill and understanding to find the appropriate punishment instead of resorting to brute force.

Sitting back at his desk, Aaron locked away those black memories of before and went back to desk with the knowledge that everything was back to the way it should be.

At least for the time being.