This is life.

8 ➤ Frustrated

After walking out on Jason last night I felt bad so I barely got any sleep. I woke up at 5am unwillingly and groaned as I rubbed my weary eyes. I tossed and turned in bed, desperately trying to fall back asleep but it was no use. I pulled the blanket off me as I walked into my bathroom. I looked in the mirror to see I was still wearing on the sexy outfit Jason had got for me last night; more like nothing now since the fishnet stockings were ripped and the bra I had on was left in the playroom. I strip out of the remaining things I had on jumped into the hot shower, easing my aching body. My face, ass and wrists hurt from last night. It had me thinking to myself and asking myself whether I was sure if I could handle this for the next six months.

I sighed and I let the hot water hit my body while I rubbed my sore wrists. After 20 minutes of sulking in the shower I finally get out at around 5:40am. Jason being the thoughtful person that he was brought me a complete new wardrobe, it amazed me to see that he got it all in the time of a day; and it reminded me more of what a gentleman he was. Which made me feel like an even bigger jerk. I dressed in a cute, basic black jumpsuit, a Guess denim jacket and red pumps. I put on some light make-up before heading downstairs into the kitchen to make Jason's breakfast. He told me he wants his breakfast served to him every day at 7am sharp, so I decided since I was up, I'd get started.

As soon as I finished cooking I heard footsteps come down the stairs, and was greeted by a very sleepy and cute Jason in pyjama bottoms and a singlet, showing his toned muscles. "Good morning Master." I say happily, forcing myself to stop drooling over him. "Good morning." He said with a yawn while he rubbed his eyes. "Your breakfast will be done soon, would you like some coffee with it?" I asked as I set the coffee machine for myself. "Yes please, black, one sugar." He told me as he sat down. I set down a plateful of eggs, bacon, toast and pancakes for him.

After I get the coffee for him ii sit down on the opposite side of the table and drank my insanely delicious and sweet coffee. "You're not eating?" Jason asked me. "No, I usually have no time so I'm just used to having some coffee." I said as I raised my mug. He gave me a playful shrug before he ate. When he finished he looked at me and I couldn't help but blush. "So, are you going to tell me why you ran off last night?" My body stiffened when he mentioned it, I didn't want to tell him that I was jealous! Wait. Was I jealous? What was there to be jealous about? It's not like I'm his girlfriend or anything. That's the point. I shouldn't be mad at the fact he's had past sex slaves, I was told this from the beginning. So why does this bother me?"

"It's just that... I didn't like when you cuffed me last night, I wanted to feel your body and run my hand through your hair, but it's fine. I'll get used to it." I said. Lies! My sub conscience screamed to me. You loved every second of last night. The way he fingered you, slapped you, cuffed you, you love being dominated by him, just admit it! Woah. Where did this bitch come from? "I'm sorry Master, will you please forgive me?" I asked, honestly hoping he would. "Of course you are forgiven. Are you sure you're okay with this though?" He asked me.

"Yes it's fine Jason." I said with a short laugh. With that he smiled at me and went to upstairs to get ready for work. Before Jason left at 8am he told me to clean the house in areas I thought were dirty. After two hours I attempted to clean an already spotless mansion, I sat down in the lounge and turned on the tv and it was just my luck, Supernatural was on. Supernatural was my favourite show, considering I basically only watched it to stare at Jensen Ackles, he is sexy as hell. Jared's pretty hot too but Jensen is always my number one man for my intimate fantasy. To my luck there was a marathon on CW so I watched maybe 6 episodes until the most heartbreaking scene in the series came on.

"Dean don't you dare cry!" I scream to the tv as I felt tears forming in my eyes. It was the scene where Dean was explaining his time in Hell, he was in Hell because he sold his soul to save Sam. An angel named Castiel saved him after four months of being dead, but in hell 4 months was like 40 years. Dean was explaining how horrible he felt when he cracked after three mon- well, thirty years and started to torture souls to spare the pain from himself.

I couldn't help but cry dramatically as I saw tears stream down his beautiful face when he said the words "I ripped them apart. I lost count of how many souls I tortured while I was in hell. The things that I did to them..." Every scene that Dean or Sam would cry it would make me cry too because I couldn't stand seeing their beautiful faces covered in tears. "Dean... look, you held out for thirty years, it's longer than anyone would have." Sam said in a comforting tone, I could tell he was about to cry too. "How I feel...inside me. I wish I couldn't feel anything Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing." Dean said in between long breaths and tears, making Sam cry too. The two brothers sat on the hood of the car in silence as Dean cried hard as Sam painfully watched his brother have an emotional breakdown. I started to cry even harder after that.

"Seriously?" I heard a voice say from behind me. I literally jumped out of my seat and land on my butt on the cold tile floor. I turned around to see Jason leaning on the couch about to burst with laughter. "Why are you home early?" I asked, ignoring my anger and embarrassment as I wiped away my tears. "Britney it's 5:50pm." He answered quickly. Causing me to gasp and check my phone for the time, surely enough he was right. Out of nowhere he pulls me into a warm hug and gently strokes my head. "How does a guy like that make someone like you cry?" He asked as he motioned to Dean. "Because his perfect face is covered in tears. I can't stand seeing the man of my dreams cry." I said into his chest as I pointed to the tv screen. What can I say? I really am in love with Jensen Ackles. I felt his body stiffen when I said that; as if what I said made him uncomfortable. I wiped the fresh tears that escaped my eyes as Jason hugged me.

"What's wrong?" I ask him. "What do you even see in him?" he said sounding serious. "Well he's an amazing actor; there's that and the fact that he's sexy as fuck." I admitted as I got out of Jason's grip and went to grab the remote to turn off the tv. He suddenly pulled me back in and brought my mouth to his. Our tongues moved in perfect sync and this time the kiss we shared was neither lustful nor forceful, it was sweet, slow and passionate. Jason tasted like a delicious combination of peppermint and vanilla; I doubt he even knew how perfect he was without even trying.

He bit on my tongue and I nibbled on his lips as I felt his hands roamed the curves of my body. His delicate touch was so intoxicating and incredible, it soon had me feeling turned on. He laid me down on the soft couch and was now on top of me. I ripped his shirt off him with no time to spare as he did the same with my jumpsuit after my jacket was off. I tugged down his pants and we were soon both left in nothing but underwear.

I held onto his back while he pressed himself against me, letting me feel his erection ready to come out. We stopped kissing to catch our breath and he rested his forehead on mine as he breathed heavily on my face. "I love you." I whispered. Both of us were shocked to hear me say that and soon had us both staring at each other. Way to ruin the moment Britney...

(A/N- connected this part to my liking because i LOOOVE supernatural, tots inbox me if u do too! I swwear I legit cry at scenes like those because it's true; i can't stand seeing their perfect faces covered in tears :( anyway, remember to please vote, comment, follow and share, i would appreciate it! xx)