Finish Me

One

Chapter One

Miss Dahlia's Boarding School for Doms and Subs was the premiere etiquette school on the west coast and still is today. Established in nineteen twenty-six as a matchmaking service for Doms to find their perfect Sub. When Dahlia discovered that many of the Subs and Doms wanted to explore more taboo sex, she decided to start a school.

The curriculum has changed over time as it became more and more acceptable to show your kinks outside of the bedroom, but the standards have stayed the same.

That's where Dean Winchester was headed at this moment, the place where his parents met and fell in love. He sighed as he looked out the window of the SUV that was taking him to school. He would be about an hour early, which was fine with Dean; he preferred to be early rather than late. He thought about what his mother had said before she passed away, that Dean was special and any Dom would be lucky to have him as their Sub. Much to Dean's annoyance. He still hasn't found the right Dom to satisfy his unique needs in the bedroom. The last Dom he was with wanted to change him to suit Dom's own needs. Instead of letting Dean go to find someone who would fit his need, his father had to finally step in when Dean came home sporting a black eye and a busted lip.

He was lost in thought as the fear of being paired with another asshole of a Dom clawed at the edges of his mind when the driver informed Dean that they were a block away from the school. He nodded and said thank you while looking around; he spotted the old victorian style home as they pulled up to the curb.

Dean blew out the deep breath he had taken before stepping out of the car, walking around the back where the driver was waiting with his bags. This is where he would be staying for the next three years, learning about his kinks, what it means to be a Sub, and how to serve a Dom that complimented him. He thanked the driver before grabbing his bags and walking towards the house.

He looked up at the old house, noticing how the white and red trim was peeling in different places; the matching red shutters greeted him as he walked up the creaking stairs. The porch seemed to wrap around the entire building; the front door had a beautiful inlay of stained glass surrounded by cherrywood that Dean thought had probably been there since the building was erected. He took a steadying breath before ringing the doorbell. The shrill noise echoed through the door; it wasn't too long after that, Dean heard footsteps shuffling towards the door.

The woman who opened the door was of medium height; brown hair pulled back into a tight bun, her icy blue eyes looked Dean up and down before she spoke.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"I'm Dean Winchester; I'm part of the new class, Miss," he replied, keeping his eyes down.

"Of course, Come in, I am Naomi Smith. You can call me Miss," she smiled as she stepped back, opening the door further to allow Dean to step over the threshold.

Dean looked around as he stepped in, rolling his large suitcase behind him. He followed Naomi, who talked a mile a minute about how Dean was early and how he would have to wait to be let into the pool house. That was where the subs were staying currently until they were matched up with the Dom that was best suited for their needs. Dean nodded in understanding; his sole focus was looking around the house as he followed her. It was vast and old; the hardwood floor creaked beneath their feet as they walked along the halls. The walls were lined with old photographs of the graduating classes from years prior. Dean didn't think to stop to find his parents, already knowing he could look for it later.