The Cracked Porcelain Doll *I'm in Love with my Teacher* (Destiel/Sabriel AU)

Chapter 5 (Completely Smut)

After Sam and Gabe go to sleep, Cas and I sit in the living room for a while. We watch a few crime shows and eventually, we hear Gabe is snoring, along with Sammy. Cas sighs "Should we head to bed?"

 I smirk and nod. He turns off the television and leads me to his bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I kiss him passionately as he picks me up and sits me on his bed. I smirk as I pull off his tie and toss it beside me, saving it for later. He slides his tounge against my lips and I open them. His rough tongue explores every cranny of my mouth. He slides his hand under my shirt as I start unbuttoning his. I sling his off as he does mine. Within a second of our lips separating, they're back again. I grab his crazy hair and he snakes his hands under the back of my boxers. I rub my hands down his chest and unbutton his jeans. As I unzip them, he slaps my hand away. Fuck, he's going to dominate me. He pulls away, smirking "I will undress myself, understand." I start to say 'yes' but he stops me "Don't talk, unless you're told to." I gulp and nod. "Impala is the safe word if you want me to stop." I nod and he goes serious "What do you like being called? I'm asking for real."

 I smile "Whore, Cumslut, Cumdoll, Cockslut, Bitch, Fucktoy, Slut, Prince, Puppy, Fox, or Cowboy." I think it's nice that he asked.

 He nods "Physical limits?"

 I scuff "Choking is about all, but I'll still wear a leash and collar."

 He smirks "Oh really?" I nod. He walks into his closet, returning with a collar. He smirks "Speak. Who's my little puppy?"

 I smile "I am."

 "Have you been a good little bitch?" he smiles, putting the collar on.

 I nod "Yes, sir."

 He smiles "Quiet now, my little slut."

 I nod and he pushes me softly to lay on my back. He wraps his fingers around the rim of my pants and boxers, pulling them off in one swift motion. The cold whips at me. He climbs on the bed and tosses me to lay in the middle, head on a pillow. He straddles me and grabs his tie, tying my hands to the metal headboard. He climbs off and walks into his bathroom. He returns a minute or so later with candles. Lots of candles. He takes his sweet time lighting them. Then, he turns off the actual light. I stare at him and he smiles "Don't worry, I didn't forget about you."

 He climbs over me and kisses my lips, letting his spity tounge all over my mouth. He tastes so goddamn good. He bites my bottom lip and nips the sensitive area under my jaw. Sucking and biting on my neck, I moan out. He travels "Moan like the little slut you are." he nips at my ear, then travels down my chest. Flicking one of my nipples as he nips and sucks on the other. Then he travels to my hips, he nips there and continues to my thigh, sucking. Then, he looks up at me with those big blue eyes of his, before he licks up my shaft and I moan out. I throw my head back as he sucks on the tip and runs his tounge against my slit. But what really gets to me, is when he hollows out his mouth and I feel the back of his mouth. I whimper out in pleasure. He holds three fingers up to my mouth "Suck." he orders. And I do. I give him as much spit as he wants. He smiles "Good boy." I feel a finger rubbing around my entrance, before he pushes it in and I whimper. It hurts, but damn it felt good. He moves it in and out and all around. Then he adds another. Scissoring my open. Then a third. My legs start to trembling with pleasure as he brushes my prostate.

 Unfortunately, he pulls his fingers out and I whimper "Please don't stop Daddy."

 He smirks "Did I say you could talk, you little whore?" I shake my head "Did you just call me Daddy?" I blush and nod. He smiles "Turn around, little boy." I turn over and wait. He grabs my legs and pulls me up on them. I grip the headboard. "Count them." he orders. Within seconds, heat runs through my ass.

 I gulp "One."

 He pulls his hand back again. It collides harder then last time.

 "Two."

 Even harder.

 "Three." I whimper.

 Even harder.

 "Four."

 The hardest, by far.

 "Five!" I yelp.

 "Turn back." I do as directed and find him off the bed. My ass burns like hell when I place it on the bed. He unzips his pants and pulls them off. He climbs back on and sits on his legs at the bottom. He leans his head back and groans softly as he strokes his length. I whimper and he smirks "Want me to fuck you, don't you?" I nod. He scoffs "Cockslut." After a while of stroking himself, he smiles "Want Daddy to let you taste his lollipop?" I nod. He unties me from the bed, but my hands are still together. I hollow out and he moans out. After a while, he pulls me off and ties me back to the bed. On the way back, he pulls me up my the collar and kisses me roughly. He looks down to guide himself in. I grip the headboard and whimper. When he grinds, pain spreads through me, but it feels awesome. Eventually the pain is gone and replaced with pleasure and moans. Randomly he pulls out, with a smirk on his face. "Turn." he orders and I do. He climbs under me and works his way inside "Ride me, cowboy."

 I yelp as I grind him and hit my prostate. I do it over and over again. Damn it felt so good. I moan out "Son of a bitch." in a low voice, but Cas hears it and slaps my ass hard. Heat radiates off of me and I grind harder.

 "Did Daddy give you permission to talk?" he moans out, gripping my hips hard. I shake my head and continue grinding him, gripping the headboard. "I asked you a question little slut."

 I shake my head "No, sir!"

 "No, sir, what?" he groans.

 "No, sir, you did not give my premission to talk!" I barely moan out. The pressure built up in my stomach releases and white ribbons spill out of my tip. I continue grinding out my high and I feel a hot liquid spill into me as Cas let's out a low moan.

 I collapse downward and Cas kisses the tip of my nose "You may talk now." he whispers as he reaches up and unties me. My arms collapse on him and he smiles "That's a good boy." I slide over and rest my head on his shoulder. "You're so beautiful."

 I scoff "I'm nothing special."

 "Yes you are." he runs his thumb over my cheek. "Your jaw is sharp. You have a great body. And your eyes are so bright and green." he scoffs and runs his thumb over my lips "Your lips are so soft and plump."

 After a while, we curl up and he spoons me. I'm not gonna say we fit perfectly, because nobody fits anything perfectly. But it feels pretty close to it. I could get used to this.