Warning: this will be the only chapter that includes sex, foreplay, erotic m/f spanking, domination/submission, BDSM (I've never written about BDSM before by the way)
Bela awoke to the sound of breathing as she laid upon Dean's bare abdomen. It appeared as though they had some "fun" in the few hours they had spent together before falling asleep. She looked up at the older man and then relaxed against his chest becoming lost in thought. This wasn't like her to be so passionate with the person she had just had intercourse with, but Bela didn't care. Bela simply smiled as she thought about her new found relationship with Dean Winchester.
She stood up from the bed naked and proceeded to change into denim capris and a purple blouse seeing as it was six o'clock and would be having dinner shortly. After Bela put her clothes on, she tried to wake Dean up. Key word being "tried." It was not a simple task, but it was manageable.
At first, she called his name. After that didn't seem to get a response out of him, she shook him by the shoulder. When that choice did no good, Bela resorted to climbing on him and shaking him as hard as she could while yelling, "SOMETHING HAPPENED TO SAM!" Her third prerogative startled him into waking up.
He arose by quickly sitting up straight and shouting, "SAMMY?!" unconsciously.
If Bela hadn't swiftly moved out of the way, their heads would have clashed and sent them into a world of pain. Thankfully, she was fully awake and had anticipated that happening.
"Dean, nothing's wrong with Sam. I was just trying to wake you up," Bela stated trying to calm him down as he was so out of it.
After Dean adjusted and became aware of what was going on he looked over at the woman who was still sitting on top of his stomach and said grumpily, "not funny. I oughta spank you for that, but seeing as I gave you hell earlier already, I guess I could let it slide."
"Oh, thank you for your kindness, my lord. I shall keep in mind that you are not a very lenient person and will only show mercy in mere situations."
They both laughed at that last comment and Dean responded by saying, "ok, you win. What's up, beautiful?"
His compliment made her blush as she looked down at the skin clinging to his lean muscles.
"Nothing, handsome. Just trying to get you out of bed." Bela felt his hands slide up from the backs of her thighs up to her hips. It made her smile and she leaned down to plant a firm kiss on his lips that someone could fangirl over.
He ran his fingers through Bela's soft, brown hair while focusing on the red, plump lips on his. Dean didn't want to stop. He brought his hands from her hair down to her back and hugged Bela to him. Dean suddenly found himself on top of the woman this time and began shedding her of her clothes just as he had done before.
The onslaught that Bela's rear end had been through a few hours ago started throbbing at the full pressure placed upon it, but she mustered up the strength to ignore it. Dean unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her legs. As he came face to face with Bela, he was so close to bearing her upper body because all of a sudden, coming from the bottom of the steps, they both heard Sam shout, "DINNER'S READY!" And they both knew that in Bobby Singer's house, when dinner was ready, that meant he wanted your ass down the steps within two minutes after being warned.
Both of them stood up and for the second time, Bela got dressed again while Dean located his shirt, flannel shirt, jeans, and socks. Once they were ready to go downstairs, they retreated from the dark room, and went down the steps.
Sam sat at the table while Bobby served chicken with beans on four plates.
"Hey, nice to see you decided to join us. You both been up there so long, I thought you guys disappeared or somethin'," Bobby commented on their leave of absence.
"Yeah, well, Bela sure is a crier and took a long time to calm down is all," Dean responded in hopes of getting Bobby of their backs and embarrassing Bela at the same time.
She looked at him immediately and angrily before jabbing him in the side with her elbow. Dean took that as his cue to shut up and remained silent for the next few minutes. Bobby eyed the two suspiciously before shaking his head and mumbling, "idjits…"
Bela had eaten dinner in silence due to Sam, Dean, and Bobby discussing what they were going to do about the box that could terminate all happiness at the snap of Bela's fingers. No one noticed her gathering everyone's plates, rinsing them off in the sink, placing them in the dishwasher, and going into the study.
She came across a book that she fancied when she was a teenager. It was a book on Greek mythology filled with stories about Gods and Goddesses. Bela opened the book to a particular story she recalled loving about Athena. Her mind escaped the reality of all that was going on around her and fell into her "reading zone." To Bela, her reading zone was a realm in which reading took her to the place in the book she was reading about. She became one with the story and only existed there for as long as she wanted. In this zone, Bela had full control over everything accept for what would happen in the book of course. Though, it was still a release from all the crap in the world she would be dealing with. It was simply her escape and in a way, her savior.
"Hey, Bela," Sam said lightly jolting Bela out of her "reading zone." "What are you reading?" He asked curiously yet cooly.
"Just some Greek mythology on Athena. I used to have this same book when I was younger and there's a story in here that I love about her."
"Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war," he said in a factual tone. "I could see her being your favorite goddess. You look strong."
"Has the world ended or something?"
"Excuse me?" Sam looked at her in a confused way.
"Well, I never thought the day would come when Sam Winchester complimented me. But then again, many things have happened in the past few days that I never thought would happen," she told him as she stared down at the desk with an empty expression. Then, Bela looked back up at the tall man who now moved over to sit on the couch and she said, "Sorry, thank you for the compliment. I appreciate it," and then she gave him a small smile.
"It's alright. I know we've had our… history… But- that's all in the past now. I think we could maybe move on from it and just be friends."
"Awe, but I rather cherished our little arguments. Plus, it was fun playing all those tricks on you. I'd hate to give it up," she said in an insidious tone that contained sly amusement.
Sam looked shocked and then when he realized she was kidding they both laughed at the comment. Dean walked in on them and asked what was so funny. Bela replied, "oh darling, don't you know you shouldn't pry? It's quite impolite to impose on a conversation."
Dean seemed taken back by what she had said and looked from her to Sam with wide eyes. Sam suddenly spoke up and told him, "we were just talking about a book she was reading."
That seemed to have relaxed Dean, but then he asked agitatedly, "well, why didn't you just say that?"
"Maybe because our conversation was none of your business," Bela interrupted him and Sam.
"Watch it," Dean said strictly as he pointed his finger towards the Brit sitting at Bobby's desk.
"Or what, Dean? Are you going to put me across the table and whip me with a ruler this time and then send me to bed without dessert?" She asked rhetorically in more of a sarcastic tone, but the eldest Winchester didn't see it that way.
Sam felt awkward being present while the two argued, so he decided to leave the room and go outside. Once gone, he roamed around the lot of cars looking at the ones that were used and beat up.
Inside the home though, shouting voices filled the study, but Bobby was upstairs passed out on his bed drunk with an empty bottle of hunter's helper on his night stand.
"That seems like a really good idea, Bela. Thanks for the punishment inspiration," he stated while quickly encroaching towards her.
She jumped up immediately and quickly shouted, "I was kidding! Please, Dean, don't!" Bela backed herself up and into a corner as Dean rounded the desk and moved in front of her. Enveloping her between his arms, Dean placed one hand on the wall on either side of the woman. She was almost as tall as his shoulder which meant she had to crane her neck just to look him in the eyes.
Green eyes boring into each others as he whispered in her ear, "next time I won't be so nice, little lady," he said in a slight southern drawl.
He then looked down at her with a smile and she recognized what the older man was doing. She found him irresistible to smile back at and found her lips being pulled upwards with no force.
Bela pushed his shoulder in a playful way and Dean embraced her in a hug. She leaned into his warm arms that felt soft due to the flannel he was wearing.
"Thank you, my lord for showing kindness." Dean chuckled at the innocent amusement that came from her voice as she spoke.
It warmed Bela's heart when she heard that deep, masculine laugh egress from him. It made her want to laugh with him, but it also made her just want to sit and listen to him. She was torn between two options, but settled for just listening and feel the vibrations of his laughter as it rumbled from his chest.
Dean broke off the hug as he joked in a mock-stern tone, "now, young lady, I want you upstairs, ready for bed, and under the covers in ten minutes."
"Yes, my lord," and she playfully curtsied before exiting the room.
(This is where the kinky shit is about to go down)
*10:00 in Bela's room*
The eldest Winchester walked in on something he wasn't expecting. As he told Bela to get ready for bed, he actually thought she would have done that. Instead, she was there sitting at the foot of the bed with her clothes still on while crossing her arms and legs.
Dean stood up straight and went over to stand in front of the disobedient woman.
"I thought I told you to get ready for bed," he said smoothly.
She replied with a coy tone, "I wanted… Help…" A wicked smile swept all the emotions out of her face and replaced them with seduction. She stood up and raised her hands above her head and Dean thought, Damn she sure knows how to manipulate a situation… But then again, who would Bela be is she didn't do that…
He sauntered over to where the "helpless" woman stood with her arms raised above her head waiting with expectations to be fulfilled.
"If you're gonna act like this, then I'm gonna take the reigns just so you know," He told her haughtily.
All Bela did was answer with her eyes in a pleading way of saying "hit me with your best shot."
What happened next was so quick, Bela barely registered what was going on. He tugged down her capris so fast, jerked the blouse over her head and left her standing in her pink, lacy bra and matching panties that were considered "cheeky." It was Bela's favorite set of seduction that left Dean insatiable.
Dean discarded his jeans and threw them in the corner of her room. Next to go was his shirt which he stood there purely to give the little lady something to stare at. She chewed on her lip so hard, it almost started bleeding. Then the only thing left on his body were a pair of black, boxer-briefs which showed off his perfect, muscular body. It was dark in the room, but the moonlight shone on both of their bodies bright enough to have them both drool over each other basically.
He stepped in front of her with one stride and took her gingerly by the wrist over to the bed. He laid her down so that her upper body was on the bed, but her legs hung off the edge. Dean slid his fingers into the waistband of her panties and drew them down her toned, tan legs. Going from a crouched position he sat on his knees and pressed his lips against the inside of her left thigh, over to her right, in that pattern until his lips reached hers. He swirled his tongue against her clit, which in turn made her gasp and try to keep quiet as she squirmed against his tongue of sexual torture.
Dean didn't seem to mind her squirming though as he located his mouth where her lust was flowing. Bela raised her knees up and put her hands on the back of Dean's head bringing him further into her. She wanted more, and he knew it. He became satisfied when he tasted and heard Bela's orgasm. He raised his eyes to meet hers. As they both looked at each other, Bela breathed heavily as she looked at Dean waiting for his next move.
He crawled on top of the brunette and started to remove her bra. Every bead of sweat that covered them was full of pure desire as he leaned against her. Bela glowed with satisfaction that still held expectations.
"Dean," Bela moaned to the older man that kissed her body in inches from one breast to the other. He savored the taste of her pink, hard nipple. Bela was filled with extreme anguish at this moment. She tried to reach out and run her fingers through his hair, but was surprised when Dean grabbed both of her tiny wrists. He pinned them above her head and smiled with salacity as he found yet another way to please yet torture Bela at the same time.
What Dean decided to do was walk over to the dresser which obtained some spare rope. He had no idea why there was rope simply laying around, but he also didn't care. He strode back over to Bela as she laid on the bed with her hands above her head just as Dean had left her. The headboard of the bed consisted of two posts at the left and right of the wooden piece. He took one hand of hers and tied one piece of rope to the right post of the headboard, then did the same with her left wrist. Dean had her just in the perfect position: naked, tied up, breathing heavily, and waiting with intense passion.
He took his time getting on top of her and settling his hard cock into her tight pussy. Dean grunted and exhaled as he felt her tight walls around him. He thrusted in and out of Bela fast and hard, then slow and hard. It brought the woman in and out of reality with every exertion he put forth. Dean buried his head in the crook of her neck and kissed her while his wood rubbed against her g-spot.
Dean moaned as he came and Bela copied. He looked at her as one might look at a sunset on the horizon. Her eyes were illuminated with animation as she returned the gaze, but the two adults weren't done playing games yet.
"Now, sweetheart…" Dean began to say to Bela while she was still tied up. "I believe I gave you an order, and when I came up here, you were still dressed. You know what I do to little ladies who don't listen?" His tone was full of seriousness, but deep down Bela knew he was only kidding.
"I think I do, my lord…" She replied in a sweet voice as she played along with Dean's little game.
He began to untie her wrists and free her from the rope. As Bela began to rub her wrists, she was caught off guard as Dean suddenly turned her over on the bed. She laid face down, horizontally, and her feet were off the edge of the bed due to the way she was placed. Dean sat on his knees and placed a hand on the small of her back.
The blow that Bela expected was surprisingly gentle but firm. He lightly smacked her a couple times in a pattern of the middle of her right cheek to her left cheek. The light spankings felt oddly pleasant to her. It wasn't an intolerable pain he was causing unlike earlier.
Bela said, "oh fuck," as he placed his hand in between her legs and began to rub at her clit. Sticking two fingers in her vag, he fingered her with fervor as the brunette became louder and louder. Dean raised his hand high in the air and gave her a harsh slap to her sit spot it made Bela orgasm for the third time that night. She had never felt so liberated before in her entire life. Anyone she's ever had sex with has never been able to do what Dean Winchester did, and it only made him all the more special to her…
TO BE CONTINUED...