by Sophie Stern
"Where are we?" She asked, sliding off his back when he landed. He shifted back to his human form.
"My place."
"Can I sleep here?"
"That's sort of the idea."
"Cool. My house is kind of far from here. I don't want to walk right now. I’ll walk tomorrow."
Dean unlocked the front door and she followed him inside. He shut the door behind her as she looked around with a smile.
"Wow, this place is cute. Look at all of this." She motioned to the rustic decor on the walls. "This is really nice."
"My landlord gets all the credit."
"She did a nice job."
"I agree. The bedroom is in here." He motioned to one of the doors in the room.
"Is the other door the bathroom?"
"Yeah."
Renee walked into the bedroom, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was still nude. Good. He liked her confidence. He liked the way she held herself as she moved, liked how she swaggered. She walked into the room and didn't even bother turning on the lights. She just climbed into bed.
"I'll be in the living room if you need anything," Dean said.
"Aren't you coming to sleep with me?"
"I don't think that's a very good idea, Renee."
"Why not?" She sounded whiny, almost sad.
"We've only just met, sweetheart."
"I meant just to sleep," she clarified.
He raised an eyebrow. Her arousal was obvious. Despite the darkness, he could see the flush on her skin and how her nipples had hardened into little points. If he slid his fingers between her legs, he knew she'd be wet. She'd be damp for him. Hell, he wasn't going to lie to himself: she'd be fucking soaked.
"Is that really what you meant?" He walked into the room and stood next to the bed. He was so close he could feel her breath against his chest. She was sitting up with her back against the headboard, and her eyes were plastered on his body.
"Yes," she said.
"I think you're lying, little firecracker."
"I..."
"Try again."
"Please," she whispered. She reached out and touched his chest. He hissed at the touch and his cock hardened. He shouldn't fuck her. They'd just met and this was going to be different. He could already tell. He liked her a lot. She intrigued him, made him curious. That was more than he’d felt in long time.
“Please what?”
“Please come to bed with me.”
“I’m not going to make love to you, Renee,” he needed to be clear about that, up front. It was only fair.
“I know.” She sounded disappointed, and to be honest, he was, too. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her, to bury himself deep inside her body. He wanted to make love to her slowly, sweetly, and then he wanted to fuck her hard until they both came undone.
That was what Dean wanted.
He wanted something he couldn’t have, couldn’t take. Not yet. There would be a time, perhaps, when the moment would be right, but this wasn’t it. She wasn’t some sub he’d picked up at the club. She wasn’t just some girl. She might be a switch, but she was used to being Dominant. She was used to being in charge. Dean needed to be careful with her. He needed to make sure she didn’t feel like she was being used or tricked. He needed to make sure she knew what she was getting into.
She wasn’t going to top him.
That wasn’t his thing.
Dean had many kinks. He had a whole rainbow of kinky flavors, but being submissive wasn’t one of them. He didn’t feel bad about it. It was simply who he was. He liked to dominate women, like to show them the freedom that came with submission. He liked to play with them, liked to bring them pleasure. That brought him pleasure.
Would Renee be okay with that?
Her last relationship ended because she wanted to try being submissive. What if Dean found a way to make that happen for her? What if he could help her explore that side of herself?
He didn’t have to decide tonight, he realized, and he walked around the side of the bed. Right now, he was just going to hold her. Right now, he was just going to be with her for a little while.
He climbed into the bed and Renee rolled over so they were on their sides, facing each other.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“For what?”
“Everything. Getting me here safely. Taking care of me.”
He wanted to kiss her goodnight, but he was afraid that if he started, he might never stop. Dean reached for Renee and cupped her cheek. Her eyes closed automatically and she leaned into his touch. Her skin was soft, sweet, and he wanted to taste her again.
He wanted to feel her lips pressed against his, wanted to taste the way her tongue slid over his. He pet her cheek softly, stroking her, and she let out a little sound of pleasure.
Then Renee did something he didn’t expect.
Then she did something that made him wonder whether she was a switch or if she was just a full-on brat because she definitely knew how to get what she wanted.
She turned her cheek toward his hand and she sucked his thumb into her mouth. Then she bit it, slightly, and smiled up at him.
“Mmm,” she murmured.
Any semblance of self-control shattered in that moment. In that moment, he was no longer a man, but pure dragon. In that moment, he was completely absorbed in the feelings and the emotions surrounding them. In that moment, his body took over, and he pulled his hand away and kissed her hard.
In that moment, everything changed.
5
She knew what she was doing.
If he was a good Dom, he knew it, too.
She knew he’d spank her for it later. She’d do the same with one of her subs. Being bratty was fun, but it carried consequences, and it wasn’t something anyone should do lightly.
Then again, Renee was getting desperate. She could smell his arousal. It was obvious and heavy in the room. It weighed in the air between them, but he was trying not to let it take over. He was trying to behave.
He was trying to be good.
Well, Renee didn’t have time for good boys. She wasn’t interested in that. Dean wasn’t some sub she was trying to wrangle into submission. He wasn’t some boyfriend or lover that needed to be sweet and romantic with her. He wasn’t any of those things.
He was a stranger.
And he was going to give her what she wanted.
He kissed her, and she reached down between them to take his cock. It was hard in her hand. Thick. She squeezed him, stroking him. He groaned as he kissed her and she felt her body grow anxious with arousal.
She needed him inside of her.
She needed him fast.
Hard.
Now.
“Please,” she whispered once again. She was a Domme so much of the time. She wasn’t used to begging, but right now, she would do anything if it meant getting to feel him inside of her. If he would just fuck her, would just make her feel good and dirty and sexy, she would do anything.
He ran his nails down her back and pulled her flush against himself. She groaned and wrapped her legs around one of his as they continued to kiss. Dean pinched Renee’s nipples, tugged on them. He squeezed her breast. She loved it.
“More,” she said, and he twisted her nipples.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” Dean said, cupping her face, and Renee held her breath. “I’m the top here, honey. I’m in charge. You can top other people as much as you like, but when you’re with me, you’re my sub.”
His sub.
Yes.
That’s what she wanted.
She wanted to explore this side of herself she so rarely got the chance to let loose. She wanted to give herself to Dean because she knew he would catch her. She knew he would make her fly.
“Say yes,” he told her.
“Yes,” she said.
“From now on, I expect obedience,” he said, and his voice turned dark, deep.
She nodded.
“Of course,” s
he whispered. She knew the game. She knew how this worked. The power exchange was part of the fun. He would tell her what was going to happen and she would do it. She would give it all to him. She would do anything because if she did, he would make it worth her while.
He would make her sing.
“Get on your back. Hands over your head,” he said. She moved quickly, hastily, kicking the blankets off the bed as she did. Dean chuckled. “Anxious, little one?”
“A little,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said. “You should be.”
He climbed off the bed, but she didn’t move. She held perfectly still as he went to the dresser and retrieved some rope. When he came back, he held it up for her.
“I’m going to tie you now,” he said. The rope would chafe her skin a little, but she didn’t mind. She wanted to feel it, wanted to feel the burn as she pulled on her restraints. Oh, it had been a long time since anyone had Renee up in knots, and she was glad it Dean tonight.
She didn’t move as he bound her wrists and tied them to the bed.
“Too tight?” He asked. She tested them, tried pulling her arms free, but the rope held firm.
“No,” she said.
“Good.”
Then he shoved something in her mouth. A gag. It was soft, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe a tie. Her eyes widened in surprise.
“I won’t have you talking any more, firecracker,” Dean said. He ran his fingers over her cheeks and down her neck. It shouldn’t been so erotic, but it was. Everything about the way he was touching her aroused her. He was building her up to a giant orgasm. She could feel it growing inside of her, waiting to bubble over, and her pussy clenched in anticipation.
She wanted him so badly.
“You’ve been naughty, you know,” he said, kissing his way over her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and bit her. Renee squealed through the gag, closing her eyes. He repeated the treatment on the other breast.
“Do you know that?” He asked, looking up at her.
Renee nodded quickly.
She would be agreeable now. She would be good. She just didn’t want him to stop.
“You’re a bit of a brat, too.”
Again, she nodded.
“I think,” Dean kissed the space between her breasts and began to move lower over her belly. “You manipulated me to get what you want. Isn’t that what brats do?”
She nodded, but didn’t open her eyes. She was so focused on what he was doing, on how he was touching her. She wanted him to go lower. She lifted her hips up, silently urging him to hurry, but he responded by pinching her nipples hard.
She cried out.
That hadn’t been a sexy pinch. That had been punishment. That had been to get her attention.
“Don’t rush me, sub.” He looked up at her. His words were harsh, but his eyes twinkled, and Renee knew he wasn’t really mad at her. He liked the game as much as she did, and she’d played long enough to know when someone was actually mad and when they were just in the moment.
Dean was playing a role. He was the Dom and she was the princess and he was going to take control. He was going to take care of everything, but he was going to do it in his own time. She wasn’t being sneaky by thrusting her hips at him. She was being disobedient, and now he would make her wait longer.
It was a Dom’s way.
She nodded, letting Dean know she understood. She knew what to do. She just had to relax, to chill. She just needed to calm down, to breathe, and to let him handle everything. She could do this. She could trust him. She needed to breathe.
“Good girl,” Dean said when she relaxed her body against the sheets. He rewarded her with a kiss on her clit, and she moaned. Oh, fuck. It felt amazing. It felt so good and so naughty and just fantastic and she wanted more of it. She started to lift her hips again, but caught herself instead.
Dean chuckled.
He’d noticed, too.
“Nice save,” he said, and ran his hands up and down her legs. His breath was hot between her thighs and she wanted more.
So much more.
She wanted everything he could give.
She wanted him to make her come alive.
He licked her then in one long, swift swipe. She groaned through her gag and wished she could speak.
That’s it, baby, she would say. Right there. Don’t stop.
Something told her that’s why he gagged her. He wanted to hear her moaning through the soft fabric. He wanted her to be helpless to do anything but take the pleasure he was giving her.
He licked again and again and again, and soon Renee forgot she was tied up. Soon she forgot she was at his house. Soon she forgot everything. She forgot about planning her scene and flying on Dean’s back and how nervous and excited she had felt.
Soon everything faded except her desire to come.
Soon everything vanished except her need to explode.
She groaned as he teased her, taunting her.
“That’s it, firecracker,” he said, looking up at her. He kissed her clit. “I want you to come for me, baby. I want you to come long and hard and fast, and then I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make this pussy mine.” He ran his finger along her slit. “I’m going to make you mine, and you’re going to forget everything but the here and now.”
She nodded.
She couldn’t do anything else.
She was so close.
If he did anything at all, she would come. If he touched her anymore at all, she would explode. She was so damn close.
And then he did it.
He touched her.
He flicked his tongue over her clit fast. He was serious this time, and so was she. Renee came, crying out through the gag. Her body shuddered and her hips thrust up into his face, but this time, Dean didn’t protest. He just kept licking her, playing with her body. He slid his hands beneath her bottom and pulled her closer to his face until her orgasm was through.
Then he removed the gag and kissed her hard.
She tasted herself on his mouth, tasted the way she had come for him.
“You’re fucking gorgeous when you come, baby,” he said.
“Thank you for making me come,” she breathed. “That was incredible.”
“Are you ready for more, Renee?”
She nodded, even though she wasn’t sure if she was.
“Good,” he said. “Because I’m about to make you fucking scream.”
6
He left her tied up. He liked her this way. She looked helpless and vulnerable and completely aroused. Wanton. She looked like she needed his dick and he was more than happy to help her with that.
When he had tasted her body, she had exploded beneath his touch. It had been perfect. He thought he’d been hard before, but now he was positively rigid. Despite the fact that Dean had come at the sex club earlier that night, he was more than ready to come again.
He was ready for Renee.
“Tell me you’re ready, baby,” he said. He would give her one more chance to back out, one more chance to say no. If she wasn’t ready for this, he would respect that. He didn’t have any expectations for tonight. If she wanted to take her orgasm and walk away, that was fine. It was okay. They had only just met, of course. They had only just met and he didn’t expect her to give him anything she didn’t want to give.
He wanted to be sure.
Dean had made many mistakes in his life, but fucking a woman who didn’t want him wasn’t one of them. He always made sure his partners were ready, thinking clearly. He always made sure this was actually what they desired.
Renee looked a little nervous, and he thought she might say she just wanted to sleep. That was fine. It had been a long, surprising night. She had probably planned on working through her scene then just going home. Maybe she planned to masturbate before falling asleep alone in her bedroom. Maybe she’d planned to think about her submissive partner or maybe she’d think about someone else. He wasn’t sure.
; He’d do what she asked, though.
If she didn’t want this, didn’t want him, he’d walk away.
But damn, if he didn’t want to be buried inside of her. He wanted to fuck her, wanted to feel every inch of her body, wanted her to squeeze his cock with her pussy.
He wanted to come in her.
“Fuck me, Dean,” she groaned, pulling on her restraints. She was flushed and her eyelids were droopy. She looked tired and satisfied, but she still wanted more.
She wanted him.
And oh, he wanted her, too.
Dean climbed over her and kissed her as he thrust inside of her. She cried out as he filled her.
“Hang on, baby,” he said. “Your pussy feels so fucking good. It’s about to feel even better.”
Then he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of her. It was fast and hard and he loved it. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer to her. He kissed her as he fucked her, then he leaned down and bit her nipples.
“More,” she whispered, and she closed her eyes. He bit her harder as he continued to fuck her, sliding in and out of her. She was perfect, he thought. He licked her nipples and then kissed up to her neck.
Renee was delicious and the way she was gripping his cock meant he wasn’t going to last very long. Oh, suddenly he wanted this to last forever. He wanted her to come again, wanted to feel her come around him as he fucked her.
He slid a hand between them and rubbed her clit as he continued to slide in and out of her.
“Oh,” she whispered. “Dean.”
“I want you to come again for me, princess. I want to feel you come undone.”
“I already came so much tonight.”
“You came a little bit. When you’re with me, baby, you’re going to come a lot.”
“I don’t know if I can come more.”
“You can come for me, Renee.”
“Dean…”
He quieted her with a kiss and rubbed her faster, harder, and suddenly, her body tensed. She groaned as he kissed her and they both came then, exploding at the same time. It was more romantic than it should have been, more sweet and personal than he was used to. When they finished coming, he just looked at her for a long while.