I might be putting out two chapter this week since I didn't put one out last week. I feel it's only fair to you guys. Read and review please! Oh and there's finally smut!

Chapter Twelve

It wasn't long before Dean was back on his couch in the comfort of his home, Roman sitting beside him.

"I'm sorry for what happened at the party." It was the first thing said between them since they left. He felt like a drama queen asking Roman to take him home because he saw something he didn't like.

"You have no reason to apologize. I shouldn't have pushed that on you so fast." Dean wondered what would happen next. Was Roman actually okay with what happened? Just as that question crossed his mind, the Samoan stood.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll come here around 7. We'll be going to breakfast, my office after that to go over a few things and after that the day is yours to do what you will. I do expect a phone call though and tomorrow night we will go over my rules."

"I have a shift tomorrow night." He stopped at the look Roman shot his way.

"Rules, Dean. There are rules and one of them is doing what I tell you when I tell you. Do you understand what that means?" He nodded.

"Tell me what it means." He demanded.

"I'm yours and I will do as you say." He clenched his teeth together. He still wasn't used to this, to having someone 'own' him. Dean could still walk away from this if he wanted to but for some reason he also wanted this, wanted Roman.

"See you say that, but I don't think you mean it, not yet anyway but you will." He came closer to Dean. His movements confident as the auburn blond man's heart started to race. Big hands moved towards his body, stroking his arm almost nonchalantly as he moved behind him. Dean couldn't help but to feel nervous.

"Say it again. Who do you belong to?" Roman's mouth was right by his ear when he asked the questions.

"You."

"My name." Dean didn't understand but remembered something Enzo had told him.

"Master Roman." A small chuckle as a hand moved up to his neck.

"Very good. See you did learn something tonight. You're going to be learning a lot more tonight as well. Tell me Dean, have you even been fucked so hard you can't walk the next morning? Mm, I bet you haven't. I can fix that." His hand tightened around Dean's throat.

"I was going to wait but I'm afraid I can't. I find you irresistible, Dean. I knew when I first saw you that you'd submit to me. That you would bend to me, be the perfect submissive, eager to please." Dean's breathing was ragged because of the hold Roman still had on his throat but for some reason he wasn't worried. Not about that, at least.

"Take your clothes off." Roman's hand left him as the big man moved in front of him. He didn't make him ask again, sensing that would just agitate him. Slowly, as if he were a shy teenage girl undressing for the first time in front of her boyfriend, he started doing as he was asked. Starting with the shirt Roman had picked out for him earlier. He peeled it off carelessly tossing it on the couch behind him. Roman's dark eyes followed the movement only to be back on him mere seconds later. The emotion behind those eyes were hard to miss and echoed his earlier words. Next his hands went to the dark jeans he wore, unbuttoning them at a pace Dean would have been annoyed at if the roles were reversed. Roman never said a word though, just stood there watching. Dean pushed his jeans down, kicking off his shoes and socks as he pulled them past his feet. He was now standing completely naked, awaiting Roman's next command. How weird that it came so natural to him to do so. Roman moved closer, his hands this time undoing his own clothing much faster than Dean had down with his own. When he started undoing his pants he spoke.

"On your knees." Immediately, Dean obeyed and was greeted Roman's cock bouncing out of its confines as the pants pooled around his ankles.

"Fuck…" He muttered. Roman was certainly proportionate. A hand from the man above him grasped his shaggy head of hair roughly forcing him to look up.

"Did I say you could speak?" He shook his head as much as he could with the grip Roman had. He was led further forward and knew what was wanted of him. He took Roman's dick in his hand, leading it to his lips before engulfing him as much as he could. Roman instantly let out a sigh of appreciation. Dean knew he gave a great blowjob though, so this isn't what he worried about as far as disappointing his new Master. He took him deeper in his mouth, so deep he could feel it hit the back of his throat. The hand in his hair kept him there until he felt like he was going to pass out from lack of air and when let go he pulled back, coughing. He was roughly pulled up and let to his bedroom. This is when the nerves truly kicked in.

"Get on the bed." Again he did as he was told as Roman went in search of something. He heard things being searched through and wanted to ask what he was looking for but knew better than to do so. Moments later, Roman came back with some lube and for some reason an audible sigh left him making Roman give him an amused look.

"Don't worry the rope will come later. Tonight, I'm taking care of you. See, I remember you telling me you don't bottom, which I'm guessing means this will be your first time. It's my job, as I've said before, to take care of you. To make sure you're okay." Ro got on the bed, pushing Dean into the mattress. He could see the uneasiness pouring off the man as he leaned in to kiss him. While doing so, he pushed Dean's legs open a bit, poured the lube onto a few fingers and traced Dean's hole. The virgin submissive gasped as Roman slipped a finger inside.

"Relax, Dean." He could tell he tried but as soon as Roman added another finger he tensed again. He hadn't dealt with a virgin in a very long time, probably since college, so honestly this was a challenge for him. He'd have to take it nice and slow with Dean when everything in him screamed to do the opposite. That time would come.

"Tonight and only tonight there will be no hard rules. Don't mistake this as not having to listen to me and if you do not then I will punish you as I see fit at a later time, clear?" Dean didn't answer straight away giving Roman the opportunity to separate his fingers inside of his lover, making him catch his breath.

"Are we clear?" He asked again, not liking having to do so.

"Yes." It came out quietly but Roman took it anyway.

"Good. Now bend over for me." His fingers left the tightness of Dean as he moved to the task set before him. He was nervous, clearly and Roman expected that. As he came up behind Dean he, pushed on his shoulders leaving only his ass in the air. His big hands kneaded the muscled flesh and Dean pushed back into his touch. Needy thing he was, and he didn't even know what he was getting himself into. As he stationed himself behind his Sub, Roman leaned in to whisper to him.

"Remember, relax." Then slowly he pushed past the tight ring of muscle into the sweet haven he would call home for the foreseen future. Despite his pleas to relax, Dean did the exact opposite. The vice grip he had on Roman's cock was unforgiving, suffocating him. He couldn't even move; his thrusts were short and harder than he had wanted but Dean hadn't said a word. He saw the auburn blond man's hand grip the sheets and the pain running through him was evident by the tautness of his shoulders. He wondered if he should stop, blood from Dean's stretched hole coated him, yet the man didn't complain about it.

"Dean.."

"It's okay, I'm okay. Please, just keep going?" It was a question, my he learned fast.

"Do not lie to me. If you are in too much pain just let me know." Instead of answering, Dean pushed back, he felt like he was being torn apart but knew he had to move to get Roman to move inside him. He had no choice but to get used to this, so it might as well start now. Big hands grasped hips as he continued his movements. It started to hurt less, more of a tingling sensation now as Roman took hold of his shoulder, bringing him back to meet each thrust.

"You're still trying to control this, Dean. Let it go, give me the last of your control." Dean was panting with the efforts of their lovemaking.

"Deep breath come here." He pulled Dean into a sitting position. It made Roman push deeper inside him and he leaned back against the big man's chest, knowing he could take the extra weight. He did as he was told, taking a deep breath just before Roman's hand came to his throat. It seemed that was one of his many kinks. Dean could handle that. That hand tightened as Roman's movements came harder, faster. Dean felt like he couldn't catch his breath, he brought up his own hands to grasp at the one denying him air. Roman didn't faulter however, he kept up his pace until Dean was gasping for air. Only then did he remove his hand.

"Breathe." Roman panted. He also quickly moved out of Dean, turned him around and plunged back into him without missing a beat. Being with this wild Samoan made him feel things he never imagined possible. The pain in his lower back being only one of those. But this feeling of letting someone else take control was intoxicating. Honestly, he didn't know why he'd never done this before. Oh yeah, maybe because he never had a man like Roman that made him want to. This pleasure was indescribable. He found himself moving with Roman in such a way to receive the maximum amount of pleasure, not only for him but to make sure Roman knew he made the right decision choosing him as his submissive. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, furious panting and moans. Roman knew Dean's release was coming soon and when he started to reach between them to stroke himself, he slapped it away.

"No." The confusion in those beautiful baby blues was unmistakable and he found himself explaining even though he didn't have to as his Master.

"You will come only when I allow it." His voice was ragged with the lust that overcame him as he continued to pound into Dean's tight ass. The slightly younger male nodded, gripping onto Roman's shoulder as he bounced up and down from the force being used. He was concentrating too, trying his hardest to obey Roman's order. He wouldn't have to wait much longer though because Roman could feel his release gathering deep in his balls. He was mere moments away.

"Open your eyes, Dean." It was faint command but a command nonetheless and his eager submissive quickly did as instructed. Roman pulled him in to capture those almost perfect lips, muttering into them as they kissed so passionately. When the pair came, Dean drew blood from his bottom lip. Roman could feel the sticky white substance pool around his pelvis as he stayed seated inside Dean who's own come covered them both. Only then did Roman realize he hadn't worn a condom. Only once in his life had that ever happened and he swore never to be that reckless again, especially with what happened with his last Sub. What was it about this man that made him throw all sense out the window? Carefully, he pulled out of his lover who still clutched onto him.

"We should get you cleaned up." It was said so robotically that Dean thought he somehow offended Roman and when the other man moved to stand he just watched him do so oblivious to the hand extended to him.

"Dean! A shower, now!" The harshness of his tone made him flinch and when he went to move he found it hard to do so.

"You alright?" Gone was the harsh man that showed himself mere seconds ago as he moved to held Dean stand.

"Just a little sore is all." Roman gave him a lopsided grin making Dean want to roll his eyes.

"I told you, you wouldn't be able to walk after." Roman chuckled while turning on the shower.

"I thought you were just being cocky." When the shower curtain was pulled back Dean stepped in, still being held by Roman who was right behind him.

"There's a difference between being cocky and being confident and you'd do best to learn that." Water cascaded around them and even though Dean was getting most of the water, some was getting to Roman. His dark hair was now completely free from its holder, falling down around his shoulders. Dean couldn't help but bury his fingers in it. Roman even seemed to enjoy the feeling, closing his eyes and leaning into his touch. He never looked more beautiful or vulnerable for that matter. Dean took this time to lean in for a kiss, stopped only by the hand once again around his throat. He stared back into brown eyes so dark they were almost black ad he was pulled the rest of the wat in by his neck and kissed so hard he lost his breath. When Roman pulled back he sighed.

"I have to go."

"Why?" He instantly regretted asking. He was pushed back against the tiled wall, that body seemingly looming over him even though he was the taller of the two.

"It is not your place to question your Master! I do not need to explain myself to you! Now finish cleaning yourself up and go to bed." Roman left the shower leaving a perplexed Dean in his wake. What the hell was going on with that man? Dean was never truly scared for his life, but some of the mood changed did indeed scare him. Was this just because Roman wasn't used to handling being questioned about what and why he did things? Or was it something else entirely? He had been sweet and kind and tender even up until after they were finished. That's when Dean felt like something was wrong. Maybe Roman would explain at breakfast.