Dean smirked as he followed behind Selma into the house. He had his eyes firmly planted on her ass. She was wearing tight, black, leather shorts. Normally she would wear something a bit longer or a bit looser, but he sure wasn't complaining.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

He moved his eyes up to her steel grey eyes. There was a look in them he hadn't seen before. A little, sideways smile was on her face. He figured she was turned on and ready to get down hot and heavy as much as he was. He reached a hand forward to push some of her long, wavy, black hair out of the way.

"I was born ready, sunshine," he said. "You're in for the ride of your life."
"We'll see about that," she said.

He had waited a long time to get into bed with her. They met through Roman. Selma was Roman's cousin, and Dean understood why Roman had kept her a secret for that long. The moment Dean laid eyes on her, he wanted her. And what Dean wanted, he usually got. No woman turned him down.

It had come as a huge surprise to him that Selma actually did say no when he asked her out. And not just once. Constantly. She was playing hard to get, but he would crack the code. Finally after endless attempts, she had agreed to go on a date with him. They had a nice, simple meal and she had asked him to go home with her.

"Alright," she opened the door. "Welcome to my playroom."

She hit the light switch and the room lit up in red and yellow. Nothing too bright. He took a step inside and looked around. The amount of toys, benches and chains made his head spin. She walked over to a sex bench and beckoned a finger in the air. He grinned as he walked towards her.

"So this is what you're into? Alright, I'll strap you down and paint your ass red," he said.
"You're mistaken, slave," she pointed at the bench. "Down, slave! And stay down. In this room I'm your master, and you will address me as your Royal Highness."
"What?" He asked confused. "This is not really my thing."
"Get down or get out. I don't play around with undecided people. You're either in or out. Make your choice now," she said.
"I guess I can try," he mumbled.

He placed a hand on the bench and felt the leather over the wood. It was hard, cold and quite scary. While he felt the fabric, she walked over to some of the toys on the wall.

"You're not gonna hit too hard the first time, are you?" He asked nervously.

He looked up and saw her standing with a big butt plug in her hand.

"Tell me that's for you," he said.
"No," she said. "On your stomach on the bench. I'll tie you down and we'll start from there. This little friend will add to your pleasure."
"Little? There's nothing little about that," he said.
"Get down, slave! Now! If I have to tell you one more time, I'll choose its bigger brother," she said.
"Fuck it, I'm out," he said.

He turned around on his heels and stormed out of the house. He jumped in his car and drove away without looking back.

"This was a mistake!" He growled.

He found his phone and called Roman. It took three rings before Roman finally picked up.

"Hello, Dean," Roman said.
"What the fuck is wrong with Selma?" Dean shouted.
"Is she sick?" Roman asked.
"In the head," Dean answered. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Roman asked.
"That she's a fucking sadist!" Dean yelled. "She wanted to tie me down and put things up in my ass. Big things. I regret ever asking her out."

Roman chuckled on the other end which only made Dean make a sound of displeasure.

"You could have warned me," Dean said.
"Chill, dude," Roman chuckled. "I don't know what kind of sex life she has. We don't talk about those things."
"Fine. Sorry. And goodbye. I'll stop by tomorrow," Dean said.

Dean hung up before Roman could say goodbye back. Across town Roman was still chuckling when he dialed Selma's number. She picked up right away as if she had been expecting his call.

"Hi, cousin," she said innocently.
"What did you do?" He asked.
"Did he call you?" She asked.
"Of course he did. He didn't sound happy. Something about you wanting to put things up his ass," he said.
"I wasn't actually gonna do it," she said.
"Selma!" He burst out laughing. "What the hell did you do?"

His laughter made her laugh too. He knew she never wanted to go out with Dean. He had even told Dean plenty of times to stop asking because he was only making a fool out of himself.

"You remember my friend, right? The one I told you never to ask out on a date because you would be going home with bruises," she said.
"The dominatrix?" He asked. "No! You didn't."
"She gave me a key to her house so I could scare him away," she said.

He started laughing again. He remembered Selma's friend. He met her once, and she seemed like a lovely woman so he wanted to ask her out. Selma told him her friend only dated men who got off by being her slaves. It was all about consent. Something Roman could never give if he had to be the one on that end of the leash.

"What else was I supposed to do, Roman?" She asked. "He wouldn't take no for an answer."
"You did good. It's actually quite funny picturing him when he realized what was about to happen," he said.
"Are you gonna tell him?" She asked.
"Nope," he answered. "I'm gonna let him stay in the belief that's what you do. Only way to make sure he'll never ask you out again."