AUTHOR'S NOTE - Once again, like many of my stories, this story's title - Eye Of The Storm - is taken from a song, this time by Bullet For My Valentine, one of my favourite bands. Anyway, on with the story, I only hope that you enjoy it!!
EYE OF THE STORM.
Part ONE.
I eyed the man strolling nonchalantly, almost cockily around the outside of the circle of salt he'd placed upon the floor, wondering just what made this man tick. There must be more to him than his handsome exterior hinted at, although the guy was undeniably attractive. In all my long existence, I had never seen a man so sexually compelling with his luscious full lips, and his large and beguiling green eyes. He was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, the absolute image of perfection.
"Are you gonna let me go, Dean?" I asked him, using his first name because I knew it - not because he'd actually told me.
"I think you know the answer to that one already, bitch!!" Dean said, in that sexy drawl that fitted his face oh so perfectly.
"Oooh, call me that again!!" I said, suddenly feel myself tighten in response to both the words coming from those lusciously full lips, and from the danger positively pouring from his very body.
I just thrived on danger, especially coming from sexy bad boys such as the one circling me like the hungriest of wolves.
"Have you any idea of what I can do to you, bitch? Of how much pain I can inflict upon you before I kill your demonic little ass!!" Dean said, stopping in front of me at last, on the other side of the salted line, so that he could stare ominously at me.
His scowl only accentuated his kissable pout and I felt myself tighten even further, dampness spreading between my legs for him, until I was dripping wet. See, even demons such as myself could lust. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was a demon that originally invented lust in the first place.
"No, but I'd like to let you try, Dean Winchester!!" I said to him, in my most provocative purr.
It looked as though it was working for I noticed the unmistakeable look of lust in his eyes, when he next looked up at me.
"Don't ... !" he said, and I could see how much it cost him to say even that much. "Please, don't ... !"
"Ooooh, the big brave Dean Winchester's actually begging me to stop? Now that's a first!! Oh, Dean, honey, I've only just started!! Now why don't you just untie me from this chair and I can show you what I can do for you, to you! Trust me, you won't be disappointed," I said, licking my lips, and enjoying the sudden, resulting bulge in Dean's pants.
"You're a demon, Susannah, why can't you break your own bonds?" Dean asked me hoarsely, and not without some effort.
He swallowed and there was no mistaking the lust lodged firmly in his eyes, despite the fact that he tried to hide it.
"Well, technically, I could, honey, but I'm trapped under this damn devil's trap you've got me situated under, plus that barrier of salt is a tad inhibiting, don't you think? Besides, it's more fun if you just come untie me yourself!!" I said, with an impish little pout at him.
Dean swallowed again, with a struggle, and tried to turn away, but he seemingly found even that small gesture a struggle.
"C'mon, Dean, set me free!! I'll be gentle ... I won't bite much, I swear!!" I said, with an undisguised smirk.
Dean looked on the verge of saying something, but backed down rather obviously at the last moment.I didnt expect that from the brave hunter, at all, which surprised me. I expected Dean to be stronger than that. Strangely, despite my demonic tendencies, this sudden show of frailty made me want him even more. It was just ... so ... well, human.
"What is it, Dean? What have you got to say to me? C'mon, spit out out, honey, there's no secrets when there's a demon involved - you know that!" I said, knowing full well I could ream his mind if I so wished, just so I could get the answers I craved right now.Dean looked up at me with those unbelievably green eyes, before he opened his mouth to speak ...
dun - dun - DUNNN!!What has Dean got to say to the demon?
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