BOUND
Dean rolled off the bed in anger. He had found a nice body to fuck and he was going to make himself enjoy it. Only the enjoyment never came. Yeah he had gotten hard after she sucked him for half an hour and only because he thought of Arandi's lips wrapped around his cock.
When they actually got to the fucking part the sounds the name forgotten woman made were like nails on a chalk board and he couldn't finish, he just couldn't and it absolutely had nothing to do with Arandi Remington. Not a damn thing to do with her. He had just picked the wrong woman that was all.
He stormed out of the room after getting dressed, leaving the woman protesting.
He headed to the bar and got a double of the strongest crap he could get his hands on then headed to the dark table in the corner.
He just watched people as he slowly got the buzz he needed after seven doubles. There was another warm body out there that would get him what he needed.
"Fuck." He groaned as his eyes fell on Arandi. His dick hardened without a touch. She was wearing a black mini skirt and a black halter top with a leather jacket and black stilettos that made her look absolutely illegal.
He wasn't going to move, he had no intention of moving from where he was, he had to stop feeling like this, he just needed to find the right woman.
He gulped and his nose flared as a man sauntered up to Arandi and put his hand on the small of her back.
At first she smiled at him and the man made her laugh but the moment he leaned in to kiss her where Dean had marked her she stiffened up Dean saw it all and he smirked.
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Arandi was determined to put Dean behind her. She was sure that if she met someone interesting enough she could let go of that cold ache in her soul from the bad experiences in her life.
She dressed to kill and went to the bar. She had seen Dean flirting with some brunette and they had disappeared. She pushed it out of her mind and she had met Tyler. He was hot and had deep green eyes. Things were going alright the flirting and small touches. So the night progressed.
Tyler had gone to the bathroom and Arandi stood by the bar getting more drinks. She felt Tyler's hand on the small of her back and she turned to smile at him. She could see the lust in his eyes and that was what she was aiming for right?
So when he kissed her on the neck in the exact spot where Dean had marked her, the repulsion that filled her made her cringe and stiffen up. It was the same repulsion she had felt with every other man that had tried to touch her in that way since she started working on getting her life together.
She didn't understand how Dean had gotten by, why when Dean touched her like that she couldn't get enough.
"Tyler, please stop." She said pushing him away slightly.
"Hey, you've been leading me on all night baby, I'm just giving you what you want." He leaned in again.
"I said stop!" She raised her voice.
"Typical fucking bitch." Tyler hissed grabbing Arandi's injured wrist in a killer grip and twisting.
Arandi pushed away the fear and let her defense training kick in. No man would ever hurt her again.
She didn't even realize how far she had gone until suddenly Dean's arms were around her waist pulling her back from a cowering bloodied Tyler.
"Arandi, what the fuck?!" Dean said.
"I told him to stop." Arandi said shaking badly.
Dean motioned to the bouncers who knew them and they dragged the man away.
"Dressed the way are what did you expect." Dean hissed.
Arandi glared at him. "Fuck you." She stormed off.
He hadn't wanted to get involved in this but it was as if he had no control of his body when he saw how upset Arandi was and really Tyler had to be humiliated getting his ass handed to him by a woman.
He found himself getting involved and now he needed to leave, go back to his room and jerk off until he had nothing left.
So then why the hell was he following her?
He grabbed her arm and she shoved him into the wall. He grunted in surprise and nearly came in his pants from the sheer thrill of being man handled by her. It was the hottest thing he had ever felt.
She stared at him feeling a thrill slide through her as his eyes darkened and his lips parted.
God why was he doing this to her? She grabbed his hand and yanked him along behind her going into an unoccupied private pool room and locked the door.
She faced him. "What the fuck is it with you? You run hot and then cold and I'm supposed to be ok with that?"
Dean opened his mouth to protest but Arandi's lips stopped him and he whimpered. "Just shut the fuck up." She said into his lips.
She backed him up until he was up against a pool table and suddenly the buttons of his dress shirt where flying everywhere and why the fuck was that so hot? Another whimper. What the actual fuck?
"Arandi…." He tried.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" She purred into his ear and then palmed him solidly.
"Fuck." He moaned and let his head fall back mouth open in a pant.
"That's what I'm aiming for." She said licking a strip up his neck.
That was it, the thin little slice of resolve that he might have had disintegrated and his dick and mind screamed 'sex right the fuck now' before he came shamefully just by this manhandling.
He wanted to take over but then what she was doing was beyond great. She finished pulling his dress shirt off but he still had a black wife beater on. She was nearly at his height with the heels she had on.
She pulled her jacket off letting it fall at her feet and she rubbed at his nipples until he thought they were going to pop off.
"Do you want me to stop Dean?" She asked in a soft breathy purr.
"Stop being a fucking tease." He pushed out in a rough sexed out voice.
"Tease? I think the only fucking tease in this room is you." She said as she bit into his neck making him let out a litany of curses but fuck he liked it way more than he should and wanted more.
"I'm being bad again. You gonna punish me?"
She smiled and he felt her hands at his belt working it open and yanking it free. "Give me your hands." She demanded.
He didn't hesitate and got harder by the second as she bound his hands together. She pulled open his jeans and forced them down to his ankles. "Get on the table now." She demanded and he complied panting harder. His red flushed dick against his belly ready for whatever she was going to do to him.
She pulled a condom from his jeans and crawled up on the table over him. He put his bound hands over his head licking his lips and tried not shoot a load as she slipped the condom onto him.
She didn't take her eyes off of his as she pulled her skirt up as high as it would go and slowly impaled herself on his iron rod dick and his eyes rolled. He had no idea when she had removed her panties or if she had ever been wearing any in the first place which sent tendrils of heat coursing through his already overheated body.
She needed this, needed to be in control and any other person he would be damned to hell before he allowed it but this, oh fuck this was another little trip to heaven that would send him straight to the fiery depths.
Every movement was perfection, every kiss, every nibble, set his entire body in flames and she ground down on him with her head thrown back and her lips parted in sinful heated need.
Every time he thought he was going to go over the edge she stopped and it didn't take him long to get frustrated.
He didn't beg. Dean Winchester did not beg. "Arandi…..please." Ok what the fuck?
She pushed up until just his tip was left in her and she leaned into kiss him hot and dirty at the same time that she ground down in one flush twisting grind. He gasped into her lips as he went over hard and he was afraid that the tip of dick had actually exploded off.
He arched up wanting to feel every fucking second of the bliss thrumming through his body. She reached climax right then and tightened around him. They ate each other's moans as her tightness milked him.
They lay panting and Dean felt the second that she came back into herself. She quickly undid his hands and moved off the table straightening her clothes.
He sat up and watched her. The brightness in her eyes confused him.
"Arandi?"
"I'm sorry Dean. I'm so sorry." She ran out the door before he could respond.
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She moved out of the bar as fast as she could, her hair mussed and she had to smell of sex and Dean.
What the fuck had gotten into her? She detested when she had been treated like that. Bound and gagged for hours as she was humiliated. Why had she done that to Dean?
The small comfort that she had not gagged him at least. Tears rolled down her face. Tyler had touched her and she wanted to kill him but Dean's touch. She was so fucked because if Dean hadn't found her disgusting before. He sure as hell did now.
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Dean freshened up as best as he could in the bathroom of the room where Arandi had fucked him stupid. He had to be stupid because he didn't get it.
Utterly breath taking, brain melting sex wasn't supposed to make you cry. Not unless you didn't want it.
"Oh fuck." Dean groaned.
He looked at himself in the mirror, the large bruise on his neck in full view where she had bit him and his gut twisted with heat. If anyone else had done that to him he'd be in full on raging bull mode.
His dress shirt was ruined so he had to walk out of the bar in his wife beater and jeans and hoped that no one asked. He noticed a cowboy hat hanging on a hat rack and slipped it on. He smiled crookedly. In the dim lights of the bar it would work to disguise him.
He moved through the crowd and rushed away as soon as he got outside. He should stay clear of Arandi this thing as hot as it was wasn't good for either of them. In what fucked up world could you only have fantastic sex with someone you had no feelings for?
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She was never going to pick up another guy as long as she lived, it wasn't worth the headache especially when you were in the news and people knew that you had some semblance of fame.
The smart ones knew where you stayed too.
"Don't Tyler." Arandi said as she looked around but the streets were basically empty.
"You fucking whore. You dress all like you want to be fucked by the world and then try to act all innocent. You owe me." Tyler spat grabbing her hard and shoving her into a brick wall in an alley.
Sparks of light flashed through her eyes and he was on her pinning her hands to the wall. She fought with everything she had kicking and thrashing and when he tried to kiss her she head butted him as hard as she could even though it hurt like hell.
He recovered faster than she expected and he back handed her across the face and she fell on her side hard. She felt her wrist throb with pain.
Tyler was on her yanking her skirt up and she started fighting hard again and he grabbed her head and slammed it into the pavement.
"Don't make this harder than it has to be." Tyler hissed as he undid his jeans.
"No!" Arandi screamed.
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TBC
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