You come into the bunker and head to your room and find Dean sitting on your bed.
"Hey there, (y/n)." He grins at you slyly and you know that he's demon. And knowing it was wrong, you thought it was hot. You immediately sense danger and begin to back away slowly. As you turn to run out the door, you find a very large Sammy blocking your path. Glancing up at his grinning face, you see his empty eyes and know that he has somehow lost his soul. Again.
"And where do you think you're going, beautiful?" You look back an forth between the two, knowing you were in one hell of a situation. Sam leans forward and begins to play with a strand of your hair as Dean stands and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
"Word has it you like bad boys who do bad things in bad places," he says, chuckling darkly. Sam began to gently pet under your chin and neck, a touch as light as a feather. He tilts his head slightly, gazing down at you with the sweetest smile.
"Is this true, (n/n)?" he asks in a velvety voice. "Do you like doing dirty little things in the dark?" You swallow and hesitate before nodding slowly. Dean begins to run his thumb along the bumps of your spine and you shiver. "She looks like the submissive type," Dean says, placing light kisses on the back of your neck.
"She sure does," Sam says still holding that sexy as hell devil's smile. Dean bites at your ear. "Is that right, babygirl? You need to be told what to do?Do you need master?" He pulls your hair and you moan. Sam sees your pearled up nipples through you white T-shirt and reaches out and pinches one. You moan louder.
"Or do you need a firm hand? Someone to punish you when you misbehave?" He walks forward and presses that muscle bound body against yours and an extremely large erection into your hip. At this point in time, Dean rubs himself into your ass. It was now obviously that these boys were talking to her for more than a game of 20 Questions. Sam pinched your nipple again, harder this time, making you whine from the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Do you need a man to punish you, (y/n)? Do you need a daddy?" With each word Sam said, he pulled the flesh he pinched, making you whine more. His question and actions made liquid pool between your legs. You nod vigorously.
"Are you an obedient little girl?" Dean asks, biting at your neck. " Do everything you're told and have proper respect?"
"How about a threesome? Just me and Sammy and you in between. How would you like that?"
An instant reaction tore through your body, heat pooling between your legs as you nod, swallowing nervously. Both Winchesters chuckle, and Sam picks you up and carried you into the dungeon. Dean turned on the dim light, revealing chains hanging from the ceiling.
You swallow, staring and imagining the things that could be done to you there. Dean takes notice and grins.
"Hey Sammy! It looks like our little princess here wants to play your favorite game!"
Sam follows your gaze and you stare at the floor, embarrassed. He chuckles and grips your arms tight, caging you.
"If you want to play, well then let's play."
Shoving you toward the chains, Sam motioned to Dean, who helped him hang you by your wrists, your feet a couple inches from the ground.
"Well," Dean begins. "Rules are simple: speak with respect and do as you're told. Got it?"
You nod. Dean walks over to you and pulls your hair roughly.
"I didn't hear you," he growled in your ear.
"Yes sir." He released your hair and smiled.
"Good."
Sam walks over to you slowly, looking you up and down.
"Misbehave, and you will be punished," Sam continued.
"But if you be have like a good girl..." He stepped forward and ran a finger down between your breasts, knowingly teasing you. He looks up at you with those sexy eyes and devil's grin.
"You will be rewarded. Understand?"
"Y-y-yes sir," you, quivering nervously from his touch.
Of course, he notices and chuckles darkly as Dean walks up behind you and presses his body into your back. He leave light feathery kisses on your neck as his younger brother presses his hips into yours and playing with the strings of your shirt.
As Dean tears at your shirt, your favorite of the Winchester brothers leans in to whisper.
"I know..."
You swallow, knowing exactly what he was talking about and not caring in the slightest that the older of the two was undressing you. Heat grows and pools between your legs.
Smelling this, Sammy closes his eyes, grinning, and keeps talking.
"I know what you do at night. I've heard you moaning my name over and over, screaming when you come." He chuckles. "I've thought about taking you for a ride would you like that babygirl?"
You nod vigorously and Dean chuckles. Both are cut off by the sound of Sam's phone going off. He checks it and frowns before handing it to Dean.
"Not for a while. You'll have to wait, my love." He pets your cheek then pulls your hair. "Daddy's gonna have a ton of fun with you, Princess. And you're gonna love every. Single. Second."
Dean stands and heads for the door.
"Sam. We gotta go. The case isn't gonna go away on it's own."
He growls. "I'll be back. I promise."
They both leave you in their dungeon, hanging naked and needy, waiting for Sam to come back and keep his promise.
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Hey guys. Gotta question. Should I do a Part 2? Because I had so much planned for this story, I couldn't do it all at once, so I'll let y'all decide.
Some suggestions in the comments section would be much appreciated. Where do YOU want this to go. I'd love to hear your opinions. I love my readers.
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