Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 57 - Blades and Blindfolds

Dean's POV

I just couldn't take anymore. I needed to be alone with my woman and I needed it now. I had enough presence of mind to note that Sam and Katie seemed to be lost in their own world as well, so I just took Maggie's hand and quietly led her out of the room. When we got outside I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her like it was going to be our last one.

We worked our way through the bunker to our room, stopping every ten feet or so for another kiss. I needed to be close to her, next to her so much it was like an ache inside of me. When we finally made it to the bedroom and were behind closed doors I started to loosen my tie, but Maggie stopped me with her hand on mine.

"No," she said. "Stay as you are. This is sexy to me. This is a turn on." She pulled the reading chair into the middle of the floor and said, "Come, sit, just as you are."

She probably could have told me to jump off a cliff and I would have done it. At that moment I had no will, only feelings, only passion, only desire. I knew the fulfillment of that desire was going to be mine, and I would do anything she wanted along the way. So I sat in the chair.

She leaned over and kissed me, and then slid her hand down my cheek as she moved behind the chair. I felt some movement behind me for  a minute, and then she emerged from the other side and what I saw turned any brain cells that might have still been working to mush. There she was, almost like I had been imagining. She was wearing one of those thingies that’s like a bra that goes down to her waist. And it had garters hanging from it that were holding up her stockings. And it was red, just like it was in my head.

Jesus Christ on a popsicle stick! My stomach dropped down through the chair to the floor, and I was glad she had me sitting down because I surely would have fallen. I felt my eyes go wide and my mouth hung open, and I had no control whatsoever over my body. Only one part of me seemed to be awake, and it was clamoring for attention.

I reached out to grab her and she backed away laughing and said "Oh no no no, not yet my dashing dandy. Let me savor these moments. Do you have any idea how I'm feeling right now?" she asked.

"Uhh, maybe."

"My whole body is feeling like little bolts of lightning are running all through it," she said, "and each bolt is reaching my pleasure zone, and I'm loving it. I want to keep it going as long as I can."

She looked over at my wall, where I had decorated it with a lot of different weapons; all different kinds of guns, swords, daggers, scimitars. When she turned to walk towards it and showed her back to me, I got another burst of pleasure, as I saw her nice, round, firm ass, not covered up by anything. She talks about little bolts of lightning? That's not how it happens to me. I get hit with a full blown grown up lightning bolt!

She reached out and took down a dagger with a beautifully crafted hilt. I happen to know it was razor sharp.

"Um, Maggie," I said, "Please be careful. That's very sharp."

"Oh Sweetie, "she said seductively. "You are forgetting who you are talking to. I'm the Queen of Blades. No need for you to worry."

She came over to me, walking slowly and scraping her thumb against the edge of the blade. "Ya wanna know something about blades?" she asked. "They are seductive. Sensual. Sexy. They are beautiful pieces of art, yet so dangerous."

Then she straddled me on the chair and ran the side of the knife down my cheek. "Kind of like you," she said. "Beautiful and seductive, but dangerous."

She kept running the knife over my face, my cheeks first, then up around my hairline, and then down to my neck. I was never so hot in my life. I felt my hands gripping the arms of the chair just to keep from grabbing her, because god help me, I wanted to keep on feeling what she was making me feel, and I knew that as soon as I  let go, as soon as I grabbed her, I'd be out of control.