Control

By ChastitySwayy

http://www.geocities.com/chastityswayy/

 

Disclaimer:  I don’t own anything; they belong to Warner Bros. Television Production Inc., Wonderland Sound and Vision, Eric Kripke and Robert Singer.  I’m just borrowing them to play with for a couple hours.  I promise I’ll give them back in mostly the same condition. 

 

Looking up at the smiling, nude brunette straddling his thighs, Dean tried to figure out at exactly what point he lost control of this situation.  She’d seemed harmless enough in the bar; smiling shyly and flirting.  She’d led him to her bedroom, whispering that her roommate was gone for the night.  Up to the point where his pants came off, she’d been coy and breathy, letting him take the lead.  And yet, here he was, tied to her bed with his own belt.

 

“C’mon sweetheart, this will be a lot more fun if you untie me.”  He coaxed.

 

She arched a brow at him.  “Are you sure about that?”  She asked, gripping his cock through his boxer briefs.  “Because he seems just fine with this situation.”

 

“Yeah, well, he has a mind of his own sometimes, and we don’t always agree.”  Dean gritted out.

 

“Aww, c’mon.”  She pouted, scooting up and leaning forward.  “You aren’t going to let me have a little fun?”  She whispered, sucking on his earlobe.  She wiggled slightly, pressing herself against his now painfully hard dick.  “I’ll make it worth your while.”

 

The last little bit of blood left in Dean’s upstairs brain flowed south, and he groaned his acceptance of the situation.  She gave a husky laugh, and moved back down the bed, dragging his boxers off and throwing them on the floor.  She settled between his legs and gripped his cock loosely, her thumb sliding gently over the tip.  “Scream when you’re ready to pop.”  She said, and sucked him into her mouth.

 

“Guh.”  Was all Dean could get out, his back arching off the bed, his arms pulling at the restraints.  She laughed, and the vibrations made him gasp.  She pulled up, keeping just the tip in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head.  When Dean started panting helplessly she drew him back in, all the way down.  She sucked him hard and fast, her tongue swiping across the tip and the end of every upstroke.

 

Within minutes Dean was gasping and moaning, trying to hold off.  “Fuck!”  He gasped, his hips coming off the bed to drive farther down her throat.  He was right there when she stopped and pulled off, one hand gripping him hard around the base.  He exhaled hard, his head dropping back down on the pillow, not sure if he was glad she stopped or not.

 

“You didn’t scream for me.”  She said.

 

Feeling a little more in control, he lifted his head to look at her and gave her a cocky grin.  “Sorry sweetheart, I’m not much of a screamer.”

 

She sucked the tip of him back into her mouth hard, her tongue stroking, before releasing him with a pop.  “You will before I’m done with you.”  She vowed, giving him a smile that was pure evil.  She bent towards him again, but instead of sucking his dick, her tongue swiped across his balls.

 

“Oh Christ.”  He swore as her insanely hot mouth drew them in, sucking and licking.  The hand resting on his thigh was sliding down, and her thumb stroked that spot just underneath.  Her other hand was moving slowly, stroking his cock.  Within moments, he was moaning and back on that edge. 

 

He gasped for breath, thinking about baseball, demons, and anything except the mouth on his balls and the hand on his cock.  But then her hand stilled, gripping him tight again, and her mouth slid down, licking the spot she’d just been stroking.  Without thinking about it, Dean spread his legs, giving her more room.  Her mouth lifted, giving him a moment’s reprieve, and he heard a sucking sound before her finger was back and sliding wetly lower.

 

“Oh God, she isn’t going to…”  He had a moment to think before she did it.  Her mouth closed over his dick again as her finger slid into his ass.  He groaned long and low.  She was still gripping him tight with one hand, her mouth working fast and hard again.  A second finger joined the first and slid deeper, thrusting.  That was it, that was all he could take and he screamed, his back arching.

 

And she stopped. 

 

The fingers slid out and her mouth came off, and Dean was left on that edge, desperate and trembling.  He thought briefly that he finally found true evil, and that he loved it, as she crawled back up his body.  She leaned over, reaching for the condom on the bedside table.  She retrieved it and rolled it over him, and then lifted herself up and sank down.

 

They both groaned as she took him in.  She leaned forward, her hands sliding up his arms to clasp his bound ones.  She rode him, slow and torturously, moaning in his ear.  He met her eyes.  “Let me go.”  He whispered hoarsely.  “Please.”  She nodded, and he felt the pressure on his wrists ease as she loosened and unhooked his belt.  As soon as he was free he rolled, putting her underneath him.

 

“Now it’s your turn to scream.”  He caught her wrists in his hand and held them over her head.  He drove into her hard and fast, his other hand sliding between them to stroke her clit.  Within minutes her breathy sighs got higher, and she was coming, screaming in his ear.  Dean was right behind her, his vision blurring as he came so hard he thought he’d pass out.

 

He stayed on her and in her for a moment, trying to catch his breath.  When his head cleared, she was smiling smugly at him.  “I told you I’d make it worth your while.”

 

Dean laughed and let go of her wrists, resting his forehead against hers.  “That you did.”