Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, Sam, or Dean...[That really sucks! What's a woman have to do to get some luv?! ;) ] This story contains some adult situtations, bondage, and you know...sex. If you read, take a minute to review. It helps keep the creative juices flowing and constructive criticism makes better writers! I hope you enjoy. Smooches- Kat
'Ok…I can deal with this…it's just harmless fun…' Dean reassured himself. It was no secret that he liked kinky stuff. Hell, the freakier the girl the better was his motto. But there were some things that even unnerved him…blindfolds were on that list.
He really didn't know how he had gotten into his current predicament. He remembered going to the bar with Sam, hustling some guys at pool, and then the wet t-shirt contest began. He remembered rooting for this gorgeous brunette with curves for days. When she walked onto the stage, hair cascading down to her waist, white shirt tied tightly under her large, perky breasts and the tiniest red bikini he had ever seen…Dean's jaw dropped and he was instantly, painfully aroused. He had to shift on the stool in order to relieve the pressure of his jeans rubbing against his ever growing erection. When she walked…no, she sashayed, to the mark under the shower head that was installed for the contest, every man was on the edge of their seat. The water began to flow over her causing her skin to glisten under the lights. The now translucent shirt revealed perfectly round breasts with tight rosebud nipples. The water continued down her body, kissing the places Dean wanted to taste. His mouth had gone dry and he ordered more shots and a couple of beers. He glanced around to see where Sam was but the boy was nowhere to be found. "Way to go, Sammy…finally gonna get some…" he chuckled looking back to the stage. He took a long pull from his bottle, and froze. She was looking directly at him… Like a lioness stares at her prey, the woman stared at him with hunger in her coffee colored eyes. She licked her ruby lips suggestively and winked at him, before turning to take her place in the line of women at the back of the stage. From that point on, everything became a blur.
With his sense of sight negated by the silk blindfold, his other senses were compensating, heighted to a point that walked a fine line between pleasure and pain. His ears picked up the padding of bare feet across the carpet. He could smell lilacs and her…the musky, completely intoxicating scent that was woman. Every nerve was on edge, aching to be touched. He pulled against the handcuffs that secured his arms and legs. He felt vulnerable…and excited beyond belief.
The bed shifted and he felt the warmth of her breath on his neck. "I will take care of you…" Soft, satiny lips pulled at his earlobe, her teeth grazed ever so slightly over the sensitive skin. The bed shifted again as she moved, the lace of her lingerie ghosting over his nakedness. He was throbbing with need, the anticipation enough to cause him to grow harder than he had ever been.
Her hair tickled him as she ran her tongue down his chest to his stomach. She kissed and licked over his muscles, her fingernails lightly scratched down his sides. She nipped at his inner thigh, causing him to moan. She traced her tongue around the edge of the well manicured hair, the teasing touch causing his swollen erection to twitch and leak. She ran her fingers down his thighs and cupped his balls in one hand, kneading them and tugging slightly. He gasped and she smiled. Now the fun would begin…
His wrists hurt as he strained against the cuffs. He wanted to have his hands free so he could wrap them in her hair and guide his cock into her mouth. He wanted to grab her and smash his body against hers, to fill her with himself and bask in the warmth of her tightness. He was completely consumed with need and there was nothing he could do about it…he sighed as silken lips engulfed him, taking him in completely with one stroke. His hips arched upward as her tongue waltzed over the head of his engorged penis then traced down to the base. He let out a whimper of frustration as she pulled away and the bed shifted as she got up.
"Oh, shit…you're gonna kill me…I can't take much more…" he panted. If he didn't have a release soon…
"Shh…let me take care of you…" a lusty whisper filled his ear. The breath against his neck sent shivers down his spine. He jerked as something wet and cold circled his right nipple. He hissed as the little bud hardened. As soon as the ice had come, it disappeared and was replaced by a warm tongue. She sucked at the nub, twisting it with her tongue, finishing with a gentle bite with her teeth. She moved to the other nipple repeating the torture as she used her fingers to play with the other.
Dean groaned as she straddled him, the wetness of her lace panties driving him wild. She rotated her hips in a figure of eight as she continued playing with the ice down his six-pack. She shifted again, now between his thighs. She held the ice over him, allowing the melting ice to drip onto his throbbing penis. She allowed them to travel down its length before licking the icy droplets up with her warm tongue. Dean bit his lip to stifle a cry of pleasure. He arched his hips frantically toward the heat of her mouth. "Please…" he whined. The great Dean Winchester was begging…
With a smirk and a glint of satisfaction in her eyes, she pulled back from teasing and removed her panties. Again, she straddled him and rubbed herself against him. The friction made Dean moan and thrust his hips off the bed. She used her thighs to keep him from entering her. She slowly positioned herself so she could take her time. Slowly, inch by inch, she slid him inside, squeezing her muscles with each downward movement. She took him completely in, squeezed again, and rocked back and forth. Dean panted and pulled against the cuffs violently. He was out of his mind with want and needed to be loose… She pulled up quickly and thrust down again. Dean gasped and sweat broke on his forehead. He quit fighting the bonds in order to concentrate on controlling his orgasm. It wouldn't take much…
She leaned forward and thrust her tongue in his mouth. They fought for dominance as she continued to slide up and down at a quickening pace. His body tensed as his orgasm grew. She loosened the blindfold as the wave of ecstasy hit its peak. Dean shook the silk off as his orgasm crashed down on him and he blacked out as he looked at the face that had brought him so much pleasure…it was Sam…
Dean shot up in bed, a cry wrenched from his throat. He searched around the room and sighed with relief when he realized it had just been a dream. Sam came through the door carrying two coffees and a box of donuts.
"How's the head?" he yelled. He smirked as his older brother flinched. Serves him right for drinking like a damn fish…
"Dude, not so loud…" Dean whispered as he brought his hand to his forehead and fell back onto the pillows.
"No prob…I got breakfast!" Sam screamed. "I'm gonna take a shower. Check out is in 3 hours, so you need to get ready soon." He dodged the pillow launched at his head with a hardy laugh and slammed the door as he entered the bathroom.
"Dude!!" Dean yelled, and immediately regretted. The world was spinning. "What the hell did I drink?"
"I think they were called Purple Nurples or something fruity like that. Serves you right for getting a bitch drink…" another pillow bounced off the door frame. Sam stuck his tongue out and slammed the door again. The shower started and Dean could hear his brother humming.
"Save me some hot water, Samantha!" Dean could have sworn he heard female laughing coming from the bathroom. He tried to rub the sleep from his eyes as he made his way to the table and coffee. He brought the steaming cup of caffeine to his lips, and nearly choked. His wrists were bruised a deep purple…as if he had been struggling against handcuffs…