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"I’ll be home in an hour. Be ready."That's all he had said when he called.The boys had been out on the road for more than two weeks, and time away from Y/N had given Dean plenty of ideas. Some were sweet, gentle, but others were more devious, dark. The case had given him more than a few headaches, so he clutched the steering wheel and pushed his boot down to the floorboards, gunning for home as he dreamt of what he was about to do to her.Sam knew better than to attempt any small talk when he saw Dean’s knuckles blanch around the leather wheel; kept his mouth shut even though the Impala was breaking the sound barrier rushing down the highway.It had been a rough few weeks.
Awash with anticipation, Y/N took her place, waiting as instructed, ready for him. She kept her head bowed, her knees slightly apart, shoulders back. Clad in Dean’s favorite white lingerie, her skin glowed against the lace; gleaming with prickles of sweat and goosebumps as she imagined all the things in store for her.The old carpet offered little cushion beneath her knees, but she stayed there, trying to still her racing heart as she counted the seconds in her head.Any moment, he’d be home.Her cheeks flushed.His hard command over the phone played in her head on a loop; he was in a mood.Her nipples hardened.Her teeth dug hard into her bottom lip as she started to sway, imagining his hands on her tits, his lips on her throat. The collar around her neck was tight and she swallowed against it, reminding herself that Dean was taking full charge, that she was going to give in and let him have whatever he needed, whatever he wanted.She shivered.Boots echoed through the hallway and Y/N lifted her eyes as they appeared in the open doorway. Not allowed to raise her head, the boots were all that she could see. Caked in layers of dried mud and more than a few splashes of blood, they lingered over the threshold and Y/N held her breath.“Perfect.” Dean’s voice was rough and heavy, and Y/N’s heart raced.The boots moved, stepping slowly into the bedroom. She watched the door slide shut behind them as they came close, stopping just inches from her knees.“All dolled up for me, huh?”Too excited to think, Y/N nodded and smiled, lifting her face to his. “Yes, baby.”His amusement was gone, replaced with a stern grimace that hardened his features.Dean lunged at her, grabbing her throat and lifting her upwards. She scrambled to find her footing, legs tingling with numbness as she stood before him. He hooked a finger through the metal hoop on her collar and tugged. “When you wear this, you call me Master. You understand me?” His tone was as raw and frazed as his nerves and Y/N’s knees buckled.“Y-yes, Master! Sorry.”Apology accepted, Dean let his eyes wander down her face and body as he held her up. Her eyes and lips were painted in dark black and red, respectively, lashes coated again and again in heavy mascara that made them pop as if they were painted on. Her tits were smashed and bound, pushed up high by the white bra; perfect and round and waiting for his touch. The collar was his favorite part tonight, and Dean let his finger drop, tugging her entire body downwards, then back up.“Such a beautiful doll for me,” he said, voice drifting to an even, deep tone that set her body on edge. “Perfectly made up and ready.”She exhaled slowly. “Yes, Master.”His left hand moved quickly, jabbing between her thighs. She gasped and Dean threatened her with a look: no words.She swallowed down a curse and held her breath as a thick finger snaked inside of her panties and traced her pussy lips slowly.“You are ready,” he whispered, licking his lip teasingly. “I’m glad.” He yanked the collar upwards and her head fell back, exposing her throat to him completely.“A-always ready.”“Yes,” he agreed firmly, “you are.”“Yes, Master.”“Like a perfect little fuckdoll. Lubed up and ready to be used.” His lips curled around his words and she felt herself go slack.Her legs went weak but the collar kept her upright, startling her back into her own mind as the leather dug into her neck.Dean smirked, his eyes darkening with every breath she let go. He pulled downwards on the metal ring. “On your knees.”Y/N dropped without hesitation; her knees slammed into the carpet, jarring every inch of her.Dean stepped back and kicked his boots off, watching carefully as she fell into place, waiting with drooling lips and a heaving chest. He popped open his belt, worked the leather from the brass and yanked it free of his jeans with a swift jerk of his wrist.Y/N held her breath.“Been such a long coupla weeks,” he said, speaking out loud but not to her. “Crap motels, long drives.”The belt fell next to her left knee. She bit her lip, shivering inside.“Case was fucked from the start,” he went on, slowly opening his jeans and sliding the zipper down. “Nothing went right, Sam was being a needy fuck.”Denim fell in a stiff pool around his socked feet and Y/N swallowed a moan as gray cotton briefs followed.“Worst of all…” Green flannel billowed to the floor. “I had no alone time.” He stepped out of his clothes and moved closer to Y/N, her eyes locked on his muscular calves. Black cotton floated into her vision, ripped carelessly from his chest. “No time to pump one out…”Her cunt pulsed, closing around nothing.“Look at me.”Her eyes lifted and Dean clenched his teeth as he fisted his cock, slowly dragging his hand down from root to tip. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and her tongue rested on her bottom lip, wet and shining, ready for him.Dean clicked his tongue. “Good girl.” He rolled his hips forward and placed the head of his cock on her waiting tongue. “Eyes on me,” he commanded. “My little fuckdoll.”Y/N let her mind drift and set her gaze on his pure green eyes. He pushed between her teeth and her mouth clamped shut, sealing around his thick shaft and sucking gently.Dean bit his lip and slid the ring of his fingers down to the base of his cock, pinching tightly as Y/N’s mouth tightened around him. She bobbed her head, but Dean stopped her.“No. Don’t move.” She sat back on her knees, his cock falling from her lips with a line of spit. “You can’t move,” he told her, eyes sparkling with dominant imagination. “You’re a fuckdoll, remember?”A wave of pleasure and obedience washed over her and Y/N’s eyes glazed over. She settled back on her heels and dropped her hands to her thighs. Eyes wide and locked on his, she opened her mouth into a perfect circle and Dean hummed in approval.“Perfect.”She held still and let Dean do the work, slipping himself back onto her tongue. The drag was slow and heavy, the sweaty tang of him delicious. Y/N lost herself in the push and pull of him; the quickening pace, the deep moans of pleasure that issued from his plump lips. In and out, jerking faster and harder with every pass.Dean’s eyes closed as he savored the stillness, the wet heat of her pliant mouth. “So fucking good,” he praised, pushing in as deep as he dared. Her eyes bulged as he hit the back of her throat, but Y/N did not move, did not make a sound. He inched in deeper and her breath stopped. She swallowed around him, aching to move. Dean stopped his movements, kept his cock there on her tongue, pressing hard down into her throat, daring her.A tear rolled down her cheek.Dean’s eyes narrowed.Her shoulders twitched uncontrollably.Dean pulled out and Y/N coughed hard, gasping for air. She bent over, hands hitting the floor as she tried to calm herself, but Dean was impatient. He grabbed her collar and tugged, dragging her down onto all fours.“That was amazing,” he said, bending to whisper in her ear, “but I wasn’t finished.”A giant hand curled in her hair and Y/N’s neck was jerked backwards, her face a blank mask staring up at Dean. He let her hair go and stepped in front of her, bending his knees to reach her lips. Cock in hand, he twisted his hips and slapped her across the cheek with it; the hard thud sent an unusual jolt of pleasure to her cunt and she clenched.“So obedient.” Another slap across the other cheek. “Just an empty fuckdoll.” Her eyes rolled back as her pussy leaked with arousal. “Open up.” Her tongue fell from her lips and Dean dropped his cock flat over it. He pumped his hips slowly, sliding it across her hot tongue. Wetness collected in her mouth and spilled free, trickling down the corners of her lips and onto her chin; droplets landed on her tits, shining and perfect. “So good.” He pulled away, stepping back to look her over. “Don’t move.”She remained frozen. Wet tits hanging, palms and knees digging into the carpet, eyes up, tongue dropped.Dean relished the sight, storing it away forever. Slowly, he rolled his fist over the head of his erection; watching, jerking, enjoying the control.“Strip and get on the bed,” he said, suddenly breaking through the silence.Y/N climbed to her feet and hurried to peel the lingerie away and toss it aside. She crawled onto the mattress slowly, letting him have a good look at the wetness that soaked her panties as she moved.“On your back. Legs up.”She obeyed, rolling onto her back in the center of the bed. She set her hands at her sides and opened her legs, picking her feet up, bent at the knees. She was folded like a Barbie doll, stiff joints and vacant eyes.Dean grinned and joined her on the mattress.“Such a beautiful toy.” He grunted and reached through her legs to slap her tits, watching as they moved naturally at his touch. He hit her again and held his breath, waiting for a scream, a cry, a moan that never came.Y/N remained as quiet as a mouse, as still as a mannequin.“Excellent.”He was pleased, but his voice gave her nothing but chills; so deep, dark, firm. It flooded her mind with submissive desire, made her skin tingle and her pussy drip. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.Dean dropped half a smile as he grabbed his dick and ran it slowly through her slick folds. Sucking in his bottom lip, he moaned loudly while pushing inside, ready to cum, to fuck her roughly to sleep.“Perfect and empty.” He bottomed out, pushing so deep inside of her that Y/N thought he would break something. “Silent and frozen.” His balls hit her ass as he pulled out and thrust back in, perfectly angled, expertly aimed. “My gorgeous little fuckdoll.”Y/N held her breath, trying to be as perfect for him as he wanted, trying to hide all the pleasure behind a blank stare and plastic-like limbs. He felt so good inside of her after so long away, stretching her cunt with a burn that mellowed into a dull throbbing ache. Her blood was screaming, heart racing, mind amuck of unholy words that she refused to let loose.Dean quickened his pace and her eyes widened a bit too far, her jaw dropped just a millimeter too far. He licked his lip and leaned over her, once more grabbing the loop on her collar. Her eyes flashed to his.“Cum.”One word broke her entire universe. It echoed around in her skull, rushed through her veins, tightened every muscle, and pushed right out of her cunt. The orgasm exploded through her like a ball of light and Y/N screamed, her fists balling over the blanket, heels locking around Dean’s trim waist as he plunged deeper and deeper. She convulsed around him, her cunt tightly drawing him back in while shoving him out. Wetness flushed from her hole, coating him, running down his thighs onto the sheets below.“That’s it...fuck!”He came inside of her, body stilling and stiffening up like a board and then spasming; his eyes rolled to white and his chiseled jaw trembled.Dean huffed out a cry and fell down, wasted and sated, into her arms.Y/N scooped him up as best she could, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and keeping him safe.He kissed her chest, lingering over her heart before pushing upwards and taking her lips. He hummed into her, breathing his thanks, his love.“Welcome home,” she whispered, tracing the shadow of his cheek with her fingertips.Dean smiled and reached around to unlock her collar, stopping halfway to kiss her forehead. “Missed you.”Y/N exhaled slowly and breathed in deep, relaxing her body and mind as he rolled to settle beside her. “I missed you too, Dean,” she replied, dropping a hand to cover his tattoo. “So, so much.”