31. WILLOW

Ever since we got back, Dean’s house really has felt like home. Almost losing him awoke something in me that made me see what I’ve had right in front of me all this time.

None of it’s normal with Dean but I don’t care.

He makes me feel safe and wanted.

I’ve even learnt to embrace my darker side and am starting to really let myself enjoy everything he gives me. The pleasure and the pain, which go hand in hand, don’t make me feel dirty or wrong anymore.

My eyes have finally opened to see just how much Dean wants me.

I’m also starting to see between the cracks of his shields that he’s had up for so long. It feels like they were always destined to be broken by me.

It’s like we’ve both been waiting to find each other and now that we have, we can finally let our walls down.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Dean says from somewhere ahead of me.

“They are!” I laugh nervously from behind my hands as I cover my eyes and rock on the balls of my feet as I wait for him to show me whatever’s had him looking so anxious and excited for the last few days.

I hear the pull of curtains and can feel the warmth of the mid-morning sun against my skin.

Butterflies start to flutter in my stomach as I sense him approach me. His fingers lightly caress my wrists and as he starts to pull my hands from my face, he quietly says, “you can look now.”

I blink as my eyes adjust to the light and I take the room in. I’m not sure what I was expecting or what the room was even used for before but now it looks like an artist’s studio.

Shelves line the walls, full of various paints, brushes and boxes of pens and pencils. On a large desk is a huge sheet of paper with an adjustable lamp positioned over it. There’s even a light box for drawing on a raised desk in front of the window, an easel to the side and a stack of different sized canvases next to that.

“I don’t understand,” I say, not really sure what I’m looking at. “You did all of this?”

Dean nods and takes my hand leading me further into the room. There’s a small innocent smile on his face that I’ve been getting to see more and more of lately. “I thought you could use the space for your art. It was at the top of your list.”

Then it sinks in. Dean did all this for me. The list I made before, of all the things I’d like to try out for what to do with my life. He must have used it to set all this up.

After him being in the hospital and helping him recover at home I’d forgotten all about it.

“You did this for me?” I ask again, still not sure how to feel about the gesture. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.

“If you find you don’t like it we can turn it into a room for anything you want. I heard what you said before. As much as I want to keep you in my bed all day you deserve the chance to find out what makes you happy.” He rests his hands on my hips and I lean back into him.

Warmth floods my body and my stomach flutters as I take in the space again. This time I notice the bookcase full of manga books and anime dvd’s. I laugh when I spot some titles I recognise as hentai I’ve seen circling the internet. He can’t help himself can he?

“I love it. Thank you,” I reach up to cup his cheek and run my fingers along his jaw.

Dean’s apologized in so many ways already, with words, with his tongue, his hands, his cock and now this. I’d tell him he’s forgiven already but I quite like his way of groveling.

I spend the rest of the day settling into my new studio by myself.

I’m grateful Dean’s starting to give me some space, even though he does come check on me what feels like every ten minutes.

Each time he lays his eyes on me it’s like a weight lifts from him, like he really is scared I’ll somehow vanish if I’m not in his sight at all times.

When he comes in late in the day, I’m just finishing up some sketches using one of my favorite shoujo mangas as a reference. “That’s incredible, Willow,” he says leaning over my shoulder. I quickly cover the drawing with my hands.

“No, it’s really not.” Honestly, I have no clue if it’s good or not, I’ve never shown anyone my art before so I’ve never had anyone critique them. I don’t even know if I can call it art in the first place.

Dean pulls my hands away and holds up the paper. “Willow, don’t sell yourself short. This is really good.”

I feel a blush warm my cheeks and I tell myself he’s right. Pretty much all of my life I’ve been putting myself down or others have done it for me. It’s about time I start being kind to myself.

With a new found confidence, I pluck the paper from Dean’s fingers and take it to the pin board on the wall. As I stick it on I feel a sense of pride at my very first art piece in my home.

Home.

That’s what this is now. Not just the house but with Dean, it feels like the right place to be.

Dean wraps his arms around me from behind and whispers, “good girl,” in my ear. The two words that he knows make my knees weak and my pussy wet.

“How good?” I ask as I press myself back into his hardening cock.

“So fucking good,” he growls as he brushes my hair aside so he can nip at my ear and trail kisses down the side of my neck.

“I don’t know. You might need to show me how much of a good girl I am.”

I feel his growl vibrate through my chest and my nipples tighten in response.

“Does my little kitten want to play?” he asks and I nod eagerly, the haze of lust already taking over control of my thoughts.

His fingers slide down my stomach and under the waistband of my jeans, it’s impossible to not be wet when he’s around and he glides easily along my pussy.

He teases at my entrance without dipping inside and I move my hips trying to get his deliciously long fingers in me. With one hand he pins me tight to him keeping me in place and the other slaps my pussy. “Be a good girl and I’ll let you come.”

My knees shake but he holds me so tight there’s no risk of him letting me fall.

As I lean my head back against his shoulder, he slides his fingers up to my clit and lightly brushes it but it’s not enough. I buck my hips trying to get more friction and he tsks me as he slaps the little bud bringing all my nerve endings to life. I let out a small cry as the pain turns into beautiful pleasure that I’m desperate for more of.

“Dean,” I moan and I’m practically writhing against him trying to get him to spread me open with his fingers. With a chuckle, he slaps me again pushing me closer to the edge of the knife I’ve learnt to love living on so much.

“Tell me what you need, little kitten.”

“Need you,” I whimper and he spins me around so he can claim my mouth. My hand rubs over his cock, through his jeans, feeling its thickness beneath my palm and I know I need him in me right now.

“Don’t want you to be gentle,” I say against his lips and they pull up into a devious smirk as his eyes shine darkly.

“You really are being a good girl for me,” he says as he hooks one of my legs over his hip so he can rock his hard cock against my pussy. There are too many layers between us and I’m about to start tearing them off us both but, just like always, he knows exactly what I need and he starts peeling my clothes off, agonizingly slowly.

When I can’t take it anymore I fumble for his belt, undoing the buckle and reaching for his zipper next but he grabs my wrist.

“Slowly,” he orders and I bite my lip as I take my time to free his cock and wrap my hand around the shaft. His head falls back as I work one hand up and down coating the length in his own precome.

He feels so hot and heavy in my hand and I need to taste him but I want him in my pussy even more so I do the next best thing. I bring my hand up to my mouth and drag my tongue along my palm, licking up the traces of him still on my skin.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dean says through a shiver. I smile up at him and lick my lips teasing him as I taste him.

With one swooping motion, he pulls his belt free then he kicks his jeans off and I help tug his shirt up over his head.

For a brief second, there’s a moment of blissful calm between us as we stare into each other”s eyes but it quickly turns into desperate, heated longing.

Dean drags the cool leather of the belt across my skin making me break out in goosebumps then he brings the end down on my breast with a hard smack. I gasp at the sudden sting but the pain quickly turns into white, hot pleasure.

He does the same to my other breast and I cry out a long moan.

I can feel myself dripping between my thighs and I rub them together trying to get myself off but he slaps the belt across them in quick succession.

“Remember, little kitten, bad girls don’t get to come, but good girls get to come on my cock.” He grabs me by the throat and leads me over to the tall standing desk in front of the window. There, he pushes down on my back, the cool wood beneath me feels so good against my heated skin and swollen nipples.

I arch my back as I feel the head of his cock against my pussy but he doesn’t put it in.

“Dean, please, fuck me,” I beg him. “Make it hurt. Please.”

A shiver runs down my spine as he drags the belt down along my back. “Do you trust me?” he asks, his tone dangerously low and I nod because I do trust him. With everything.

Dean’s shown me over and over just how much I can trust him with not only my pain and pleasure but my life and heart as well.

He fastens the belt around my neck and as he starts to pull he strokes my back with his free hand, taking things slow for my sake, giving me a chance to change my mind if I want to. “I’ve got you, baby.”

I feel a slight tug around my throat as he wraps one end of the belt around his wrist. Then he thrusts forward spearing me onto his cock at the same time he yanks back on the belt completely cutting off my screams as my back arches for him.

All the air is expelled from my lungs and I can’t get anymore in but I don’t panic. Dean knows my body so well, more than I do at times. I trust him to know when to give and take from me.

He pumps into me, my wetness letting him slide easily inside but his girth still stretches me enough to feel the delicious bite of pain as my body struggles to accommodate him.

“Ahh, you feel so good, little kitten. Going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight all week.”

Yes! I want to scream but all I can do is buck my hips back against him, the wet slapping sounds that our bodies make together, turning me on even more.

“That’s it. So good for me. You want to come?” He grabs my hair with his free hand and nods my head for me. “Good girl.”

My lungs start to burn and white spots fill my vision. Just when I feel like I’m going to pass out he eases up on the belt, I scream as I gasp in a lungful of air and I come. Hard.

It’s like a million stars exploding all at once behind my eyes, shooting down my body and into my pussy where a supernova erupts.

I squeeze so tight it feels like I’m about to push him out but he forces himself in with brutal thrusts. Warmth drips down my legs and I know I’ve soaked us both but I’m no longer embarrassed by it.

“Those screams are so beautiful, baby,” he leans down, his back covering mine as he breathes into my ear, “and they’re all mine aren’t they?”

“Yes,” I croak out, “all yours.”

He replaces the belt with his hand and pulls me up so I’m leaning back against his chest. I catch sight of our reflection in the dark window and our eyes meet. He smiles as he kisses my neck and pumps in and out of me with luxuriously slow strokes that make his cock drag along my sensitive inner walls.

“Want to come again?” he asks and I nod.

Please. Always.

I’m too drunk on my orgasm to move but Dean manipulates my body to give us what we both need. Lifting one of my legs up, he kneels it on the desk and with the new position he manages to hit even deeper inside me. I hold onto him, one hand reaching up to his face and the other holding onto the arm that’s wrapped around my front.

“Hard or soft?” he asks.

I’m so torn with what I want but I don’t think I’ll be able to remain upright if he goes at me hard, so I moan, “soft.”

He goes back to kissing my neck and gently nipping at the skin before licking the marks, like a possessive predator claiming his mate. His hands are all over me, caressing my skin, massaging my breasts and playing with my nipples to just the edge of pain.

I guide one of them down between my legs and he rubs small delicate circles around my clit. Then just when I’m on the edge he presses down and thrusts hard into me, his cock gliding over the soft sensitive spot inside that has me seeing stars again.

“Harder!” I gasp and he grips one of my hips, securing me in place as he ruts into me harder and deeper.

I can feel the tension in his muscles and the hardening of his cock as he gets close to his own release.

Just before he blows inside me he slaps my clit and another orgasm takes me by surprise. My pussy holds him tight as he finds his own release deep inside me.

As he pulls out and I feel his come dripping out of me, a question floats to the surface of my mind but I’m too well fucked to grab hold of it and it’s disappearing again before I can think what it was.

Before I end up collapsing into a puddle on the floor Dean scoops me up and carries me upstairs to shower. “I only came to tell you dinner’s ready,” he chuckles against the top of my head.

I laugh and the sound is so freeing that I can’t stop until I’m crying. Dean looks at me like I’ve lost it but I kiss his cheek and he smiles back at me.