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!!!!T/W!!! CONSSENTUAL SEXUAL VIOLENCE (SLAPPING) ik some people have specific triggers so I just wanna make sure everyone who reads this chapter is aware and prepared to possibly read more in other chapters. All chapters with this kind of thing will have a T/W Thanks! 

I was sure of what I wanted to do. I knew now was the time. As I stood in front of Dean, with his hard cock in my hand, I felt a tingle all about my body. His breathing was heavy as I stroked him slowly. Feeling a bit brave, I let go and slowly walked away toward my bedroom. I heard Dean sigh and it made me smirk. I stopped at the door and turned around to see Dean stood still in the same spot, his chest heaving up and down, his jaw set and his eyes dark. He both scared me and excited me with the look he was giving me. Like I was in trouble, but I wanted to be in trouble. I wanted to see what he'd do.

I leaned against the door frame and crossed my legs, keeping eye contact with Dean. He looked down at the floor for a moment, before looking back up at me. He took a step forward. I know he was trying to make me nervous, but I didn't budge. Slowly, he made his way toward me. When he got close enough to me to reach out to touch me, I slid away and sat on my bed. Dean sighed again. I turned my face to hide my smile. 

"Oh, that's funny?" Dean questioned, hunger lacing his voice. He stomped toward me and I froze in place. He swiftly grabbed my wrists while he climbed on top of me on his knees, laying us back and pinning my hands above my head. "That's not very nice. Teasing me like that." He growled into my ear. "So tell me right now, are you going to be a good girl?" He looked me in the eyes waiting for my response. I nodded, completely intimidated, but excited. "Ah-ah, Little Girl. You know better than that. When I ask you a question, you answer with words. Again, are you going to be a good girl?" 

"Yes." I nodded eagerly.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I'm going to be a good girl. I want to be a good girl." I must have sounded so desperate, but I didn't care. I had waited long enough.

"That's so good to hear, baby. Because, if you weren't going to be good, I couldn't make you feel good." He kissed my neck so lightly it made me shiver. With nothing but my pajama shorts and tank top on, I was already on the verge of cold. I felt my nipples stiffen and Dean must have noticed too. He let go of my wrists and and lifted me up to sit up straight on the bed. Slowly, he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. He threw off his own shirt, tight muscles moving with his breath. He held me close to him, our chests against each other. I could feel his heart beating hard as he kissed my neck, earning moans from me. 

Laying us back down with him on top of me, Dean kissed down my chest and took my nipple into his mouth. Sucking and tugging on my nipple, he pinched and twisted the other. I arched by back as I moaned, tilting my head back. I started to tremble as I felt his hands slide down to take off my shorts. "Not even wearing panties." He mused. I blushed as I watched him take off his jeans and boxers, erection bobbing at me temptingly. 

Dean stood at the edge of my bed, stroking himself slowly. His gaze was hard on me. "Open your legs for me, baby. Let me see you." Dean crooned. His voice like silk and metal. I timidly opened my legs to him. Barely giving him a glimpse at my wet pussy. He smiled as he groaned. "I'll do it myself." He panted, pulling my knees further apart himself. I felt myself open up to him...literally. He exhaled. "Oh, look at that." He spoke softly in his deep voice. Still stroking himself, he grazed his fingers across my clit, making me twitch. "So wet for me." He slid on a condom and took a deep breath. Hooking his arms around my legs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed. My heart was racing.

He lined himself up with my entrance. "So beautiful." Dean said as he slowly started pushing himself into me. I felt my core tighten up immediately, my wetness already dripping off of him. I gasped as he pushed deeper. Although his dick is huge, it felt bigger than it looked. He chuckled as his head fell back. "Oh fuck, baby. Good job." I felt his stiff, pulsing cock slide all the way into me. I gripped at my bed sheet as he began to rub my clit with his thumb, moaning out loud without a care. Sliding all the way out of me, Dean ran his hand up my body to my neck, firmly wrapping his hand around my throat. "Eye contact." He demanded. I locked eyes with him, my legs shaking.

His handsome smirk spread on his face. "That's right, Little Girl. You're going to keep eye contact while I fuck you." His grip on my neck tightened slightly, not restricting my breathing, but making my breathes tighter and my heart beat faster. I felt that amazing pressure in my pussy again. Sliding in slowly and drawing a desperate moan from my tightened throat. Deans next thrust was hard and deep, sending a wave of excitement over my stomach and chest, sending an almost "whoop" sounding moan from me. "You look so pretty, taking me all the way in that tight pussy. Just like it was made for me." He growled as he delivered several more thrusts, each one deeper and stronger. His thumb continued to rub my clit as he fucked me. 

I arched my back, pushing myself down harder on him. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him. He grinned at me, moving his hands to my hips and gripping me while pounding his hard cock into me, keeping eye contact the entire time. I smiled as my head fell back, allowing a series of frantic moans. One of his hands moved up to my face, seizing my chin between his thumb and forefinger. Locked in eye contact once more, he delivered a light slap to my cheek. "Is that okay, baby? Do you like being slapped?" He asked through gritted teeth. I was surprised at the speed of my response.

"Yes, I like it. Do it again, please." His ears perked up immediately. This clearly excited him as much as it excited me. I've never been slapped in bed before. But for some reason, I know that I'll like it coming from Dean. My eyes fluttered anticipating the blow. Dean delivered one slightly harder than the first. Dean thrusts into me hard, "Harder, please!" I spurted, surprising myself again. Dean raised an eyebrow. He thrusted into me again, harder and stopped, holding himself so deep inside me, I could feel him in my stomach if I shifted. 

Deans hand rested on the side of my face. My heart pounded as he never broke eye contact. "Are you sure you want me to slap you harder? I don't want to hurt you. Not too much." I kissed the palm of his hand. I trusted him. 

"I'm sure. I'll tell you if it's too much." I said confidently. He kissed my forehead. Keeping himself inside me, he moved us so he was sitting and I was on his lap facing him. I moved as he shifted us, as his dick was still so deep inside. 

Dean slapped me across the face, a tight firm slap. "Are you sure?" He asked coolly. I moaned and felt myself tighten around him.

"Yes!" I responded eagerly. Dean slapped me again, harder on the other side of my face. I felt myself tighten again. 

"Are you sure?" He asks, a little more gruff this time. He delivered another slap to the opposite cheek, harder yet. 

'Yes! God, yes!" I cried out. I could feel my wet pussy dripping down his cock. He wrapped both of his hands around my throat and began pounding into me as hard as he could, releasing a loud, deep groan. His eyes were dark, but inviting as I got lost in the feeling of lust behind them. I felt the pressure build up in my core, I knew I was going to cum soon. I gasped as Deans thrusts became more intense.

"That's a good girl, cum with me!" Dean demanded through gritted teeth before he let out a gruntled moan. I felt myself release and my hips convulse. I felt myself tighten around him as hard as I could as I whimpered. Dean gave me one last hard thrust before he exclaimed "Fuck!" followed by a triumphant moan.