Title: Little One
Author: Anne Pairing:
CastielXReader
Words: 2,091
~*~No One’s POV~*~ Castiel was fuming. Y/N had just been injured in a hunt with a Djin, and if that wasn’t bad enough, she wouldn’t let him heal her. He just didn’t understand. As her Lover, her Dominant, her Protecter, her Angel, she was to listen to him. He gave her strict orders to stay at The Bunker. Don’t go on the Hunt with Sam and Dean, he’d said. She just wasn’t strong enough to go up against a Vampire Nest. So, she asked him if he’d go get her some ice cream, promising she’d be in the Bunker when he returned. She lied. He knew his anger wasn’t directed solely at her. And if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t truly angry. He was worried she’d get hurt. What would he do if she were to die? He could not live with himself if she died. The door to the bunker slowly opens, and he immediately knows its her. Dean and Sam would already be inside. She knows she’s in trouble. ~*~Your POV~*~ I left… I knew I shouldn’t, but he couldn’t keep me from yet another Hunt. I’m a Hunter, it’s what I do! We got the Nest, easy. Sam and Dean went out to celebrate by hooking up with some girls at a bar. I knew better… I knew I had to go home and face my punishment. I peak my head into The Bunker. It seems empty. Maybe he went to Heaven when he found me missing. I step in and quietly close the door behind me. I sigh, I’m not sure whether I’m relieved he’s not here, or if I’m disappointed I didn’t get to see him when I had my chance. Sighing, I walk to the kitchen to get some chips to take to my room. I go in my room, flick on the television, and flop down on my bed, immediately hitting play on the current Harry Potter film I’m on. My door closes of its own accord, causing me to jump, quickly reaching for my blade but just as I turn to attack, I notice the trench coat on my rocking chair. It wasn’t there when I came in… I look over to the door, slower this time to see a stonefaced Castiel. “Hi…” I whisper after a long while of silence. I receive no response. “So… We, uh… Got the Vamps…” I mumble, knowing I couldn’t hide where I went. “Why am I angry?” Castiel’s voice is low, and authoritive. “What?” I squeak. “Tell me, what have you done to anger me.” “I… went on the Hunt with Sam and Dean…” I hang my head. “Look at me!” He snaps, I quickly look back at him. “You lied to me, Little One.” “I know, and I’m sorry, but it’s just that, the Winchesters, they ne-” “Did I give you permission to speak?” His words are icy. I shake my head. “I’ve told you your punishment if you were to disobey, have I not?” I nod. “Repeat it to me.” “If I am to have ever disobeyed you, for any reason, you will deny orgasm during sexual intercourse for two hours,” I say, swallowing hard. “And if you are to lie to me, what is that punishment?” “If I am to have ever lied to you, for any reason, you will force me to orgasm ten times, in a row, no stopping.” “And lastly, if you are to go anywhere without my knowledge, what is the punishment?” I swallow. “If I am to have ever gone anywhere without your prior knowledge and consent, for any reason excluding medical emergencies, you will spank my clit,” my voice cracks, however I continue, “five times with the amount of strength in which you deem necessary.” “Good girl. What’s your color?” I think about it. Yes, Castiel’s punishments frighten me beyond belief, especially the last one. But I trust Cas. He won’t hurt me. And at the end he’ll heal me of my after sex aches. “Green, Sir.” I respond. “Good. Strip, now. Leave your panties on.” I nod, stripping quickly, knowing Castiel is not in the mood for a show. Once I’m clad only in my panties, I wait for further instruction. “Sam and Dean? Where have they gone?” “They both went in search of hook ups. Both said they wouldn’t be home until tomorrow for breakfast at ten.” “Good,” he sits on the edge of my bed. “Sit on my lap, hook your ankles around my legs, do it now.” I quickly move so I’m sitting on Castiel’s lap, back to his chest, and hook my ankles around his calves. He spreads his legs, leaving me exposed and unable to close my legs. “Place your hands flat on your thighs.” He instructs, I follow his orders. “You will count, and you will refrain from moving, or making any sound. You do either, and we will restart. Understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “What’s your color?” “Green, Sir.” “Good girl.” His one hand snakes around my waist, effectively holding me into place. “Breathe,” he whispers, gentler with this one word, into my ear. I breathe deeply, closing my eyes. I feel his arm move and mere seconds later I feel the harsh sting and pleasure directed perfectly onto my clitoris. I inhale deeply once more, knowing I’m not to make a sound. It takes all of my might to stay in the position Castiel wanted me in. “One,” I gasp, as evenly as I can. I again feel his arm move, and again I feel the sting harder this time. The pain only slightly worst, the pleasure having begun to leave. “Two,” the word sounds desperate. His arm moves yet again, this time I not only feel the sting, but hear the slap. My breathing stutters, but I manage out a small, “Three.” His arm moves a fourth time, and a fourth time I feel the sting, harsher than the first three, with no pleasure from this one. It was hard, and it was a punishing slap. My voice sounds raw as I manage to say, “Four.” His arm moves a final time, the hardest yet. I only barely manage to not scream in pain, my fingers twitching on my thighs, my choked, “Five,” is enough to put him on alert. “Color.” “Yellow… Just yellow.” I whisper, tears prickling my eyes. I feel my Y/H/C hair being moved off to one side as he kisses the back of my neck, reassuringly. Trying to calm me once more. I know he will not proceed with my punishment until I say I’m green once more. I could end the torcher with one word, I could be in Castiel’s arms and just cuddle him until I fall asleep. But I know how this works. I asked him for this kind of relationship. I broke three rules, and now I’m to pay for it. “Green,” I breathe out. His lips leave my neck and I feel the change in his demeanor, immediately. “Two hours, no cumming, do you understand me?” I nod. “Words, Little One, words.” “Yes, Sir. I understand.” “Good girl, stand up.” I struggle to do so, the throbbing on my clit hurting, but nothing I couldn’t handle. “Panties off, I’m getting your vibrator. Don’t do anything but remove your panties, then stand still.” “Yes, Sir.” I remove my panties and stand still, I want to cover my breasts, however I’m aware of Castiel’s dislike of my show of self-consciousness. He returns, sits down, places my vibrator next to him. “Back on my lap, same way.” I resume my position on his lap. He spreads his legs, causing mine to spread as well. I swallow. “Color?” “Green.” “Good. Hands on your thighs. Don’t move. No noise unless I tell you you can make it. And do not cum. If you cum, I will leave for Heaven for a month. You will not leave The Bunker while I am gone. What are the rules?” “Don’t move, don’t talk unless you say I can, and don’t cum.” “What happens if you cum?” “You will leave for a month and I won’t be aloud to leave The Bunker.” “Good, time starts now.” His left arm wraps around my waist once again, holding me in place. He moved his right arm down between my legs. I gasp as his fingers dip between my folds, gathering my juices and then rubbing my clit. It stings, but at the same time feels incredible. Castiel rubs in large, slow circles. I want to move. I want to buck my hips into his hand. But I know not to move. I know not to ask him to move faster, or to press harder. Castiel slowly begins to move faster, but still not fast enough. It’s the sweetest of torchers, sitting here, on Castiel’s lap as he continues to pleasure me, but still he does not say that I can cum. My stomach continues to tighten, I feel the sweat dripping down my forehead, sweat has caused my hair to be damp. I’m crying now, silent tears falling from my eyes. “Just a half of an hour left, Little One. Color?” I want to whimper, and yet I don’t want to make a noise. I don’t have enough breath to speak. When I don’t answer, he dips two fingers deep inside of me, finger fucking me quickly. I try to squirm away from his hand, but he holds me in place, “Color?” “G-green!” I gasp, my years coming fast now, my sweat building, my breath coming out in gasps. He slows his fingers again, and I hold in the whimper I’ve held in for almost two hours. He moves my damp hair to one side of my face, and whispers softly, seductively, into my ear, “You moved, Little One. I told you not to, Baby Girl.” I feel as my inner walls begin to flutter around his fingers as he continues his movements inside of me. “Don’t cum, you have five more minutes.” I clench my eyes shut, desperation assults my senses. I feel as though I can no longer breathe. I feel his hand being removed from between my legs, and I just barely suppress my whimper. But then I hear the buzzing, and I know what’s going to happen. The vibrator is first pressed to my clit, and my eyes clench even harder shut. As pain and pleasure engulf me, I feel my orgasm rising, and it takes all of my efforts to hold it at bay. “Don’t cum,” he whispers smoothly into my ear. I nod, my thoughts becoming clouded. He inserts my vibrator inside of me, and I have to bite my lips and clench my fists to keep myself from making any noise. “5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Cum, My Love, for me.” I feel all of my senses exlode, only lights shine in my eyes. I can’t feel anything other than intense pleasure. I only begin to notice what was happening around me when I realize I’m being pounded into my Castiel, I’m on my pack, my hands held in one of his over my head and his pistoning hips causing his penis to hit my G-Spot constantly. I feel myself quickly approaching the edge once again, and he doesn’t stop as I fall over the edge again, and again, and again, I can’t count how many times I’ve cum undone, all I know is that I’m exhausted, and I can’t focus on anything. I’m too sensitive. My brain has shut down all together, and I’m sheethed entirely in sweat. I can’t stop myself from the shaking that has overtaken my body. “Please!” I gasp out. “Just once more, Little One. Just one more time.” “I can’t… I can’t anymore…” “One last orgasm, come on. You can do it. I know you can.” And with that I’ve fallen over the edge again, and I can no longer feel anything. See anything. I comprehend nothing. When I finally open my eyes, I’m in my long baggy t-shirt, panties back on. My blanket is covering my body, and when I look to my side I see Cas, looking lovingly at me. “Hi, My Little One.” I try to say, “Hi, My Guardian Angel.” But due to a yawn that sneaks up on me, it comes out all mumble jumbled. “Sleep, My Human. I love you.” I nod, and curl up into his embrace, and I quickly fall asleep
