The Shield's Baby Girl

Chapter 10

"What in the hell was that?!" Seth exclaimed, leaving the dark store with Carrie.

"I was just helping him clean up.." She whispered, knowing she was in for a punishment of some kind.

"Dean is NOT going to be happy about this. You're ours."

Hearing that made Carrie's heart jump just a little. She was no longer a free girl; she belonged to the three men. There was nothing she could do without them finding out or knowing. Everything that she wanted to do would have to be approved by them. They did give her a roof over her head and her own room but she would never be truly alone ever again.

As they neared the food court, the smell of pretzels and sweat filled her nostrils. Her stomach let out a slight gurgling sound and her mouth started to water slightly. Seth had grabbed ahold of her hand and walked her own to Dean and Roman, who were sitting at a table and stuffing their faces.

"Dean. Roman." Seth growled out, tightening his grip on the small girl's hand.

"Yeah, man?" Dean managed to get out as he wiped his mouth.

"Carrie has a little something she needs to tell you."

The Ohioan and Samoan both leaned back slightly in their chairs and waited for her to speak.

"I uh.. Well.. Its just... Err.."

Her throat went dry and the words seemed to be stuck in her mouth.

"Go ahead, Carrie. Tell them that you were blushing and flirting away with that little punk inside the store."

She gasped softly at the harsh words that came out of the two-toned man's mouth. The two men who had been sitting at the table had surprised looks on their faces. Dean's then turned into a mean smirk and he let out a slight growling sound. Roman looked a bit disappointed then he turned his gaze towards his half eaten slice of pizza.

"You do know this means you will be punished, right?" Dean said, standing up slowly to walk closer to her.

She tried gulping but her mouth was too dry to do anything of that manner.

"Ya see that store over there? Victoria Secret? Me, you, in there. Five minutes." The lunatic picked up his trash and threw it away then strode to the pink looking store.

"You better hurry," A voice whispered softly in her ear. "five minutes goes by fast when it comes to that boy."

Her feet seemed to have a mind as she started moving towards the store. She gave a quick glance to Roman and Seth before she continued.

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tepping into the store, it already looked like she stood out. Dressed in black from head to toe with fire red hair, she stook out like a penguin in the desert. Some employees smiled their fake smiles at her while some just glared. Even some of the customers gave her a weird glare telling her she shouldn't be in there.

'This is a punishment on its own..' She thought as she looked down and walked quietly to the back of the store.

In the back, she found Dean all by himself, looking at the thongs. Carrie took a deep breath before stepping towards him and tapping his shoulder.

"Black looks really good on you." Her said, not turning around.

"I-I know.. That's why I wear so much of it..." She said, barely above a whisper.

"How do you feel about thongs?"

The question stunned Carrie, as she had never, ever been asked that.

"I um.."

"Don't answer." Dean turned around and held out a few types of thongs. A black silky pair, a red pair that covered the top half of the bum, pink sheer ones and many others.

"Rule 6: You must always wear a thong while wearing pants or shorts. The only time you don't have to wear them is when you're on your period or you're pregnant. No underwear is to he woren when wearing a dress or skirt, no matter how short." Dean told Carrie, handing her the underwear.

She silently nodded as she took the panties and looked up at Dean.

"Do you want me to try them on...?"

"Well, no shit." He paused then went over towards the bra section. "When it comes to bras, rule 7, you will have one given to you each day before your shower. The type you wear will correspond with who you're going to be with that day."

Carrie nodded once again and took a few bras that Dean had handed her.

"Dressing room. Now." He ordered, pointing towards a dressing room in the back.

Carrie hurried over to the dressing room so that she wouldn't have to be there for much longer.

She went to close the door but Dean didn't allow it.

"You will not have to close that."

Dean stepped back as Carrie bit her lip, wondering what to do.

"Well, go on. Try those on and let me see how they fit."

Gulping, she slipped off her jacket and neatly set it on the bench in the small dressing room. She took a quick glance at Dean, then held her breath as she slipped her shirt off.

Carrie turned her back to Dean as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and slipped on a red and black, lace push-up bra.

"Now the thong."

Those words made her heart race. She's never been this naked in front of a guy before. Taking a deep, she slid her jeans down along with the boy shorts underwear she had been wearing. She slipped on the red pair then looked at herself in the mirror. For the first time in a long time, she saw beauty in herself.

"Turn around." Dean ordered.

She slowly spun around and peeked out from behind her bangs.

"Ohh, baby girrrlll.."

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