Worth It

(43) To be His

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Zara

"Haven't you missed me?" Dean whispers, his breath on my neck and just as I'm about to shove him off me, he starts to suck my neck just like he used to just before he would--

His lips come up to meet mine and just like that I forget what all my fight was about.

Why didn't I want Dean Around?

All there is is his soft lips melding onto mine. He coaxes my mouth to open and his tongue collides with mine. Both my hands up high above my head restrained by one of his hands. He pushes me into the nearest wall and an instant shock shoots up my leg as it collides with the wall and dammit if that doesn't hurt!

I start to scream, but he swallows it up with his mouth. He murmurs into the kiss, "I love making you scream." And just like that the spell is broken.

I remember why I want him as far away from me as possible. I remember how he would torture me. Trained me to like the pain. Crave the pain.

And maybe a part of me misses that, but how about--

Oh, shit! He nibbles my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue and then he goes back to kissing me with his tongue meanwhile his other hand -- the one not currently binding my hands -- travels to my right boob. He palms it under my shirt. Over my bra.

And just like that, I forget what I was so mad at him about. I forget all the reasons we shouldn't be doing this and only remember the one reason we should be doing this: because I will always belong to my master.

"Who do you belong to?" He murmurs into the kiss while his hands unbuckle his belt.

"You." I whisper back out of breath from all the kissing.

He stops with his belt and I know what's coming before I even see him take a few steps away from me and his right hand connects with my face, making my head veer off to the side. I gasp, not from the surprise of it so much as the pain.

Curse his big, strong hands!

"Who do you belong to?" He asks again. This time his voice is a warning. A blade sharpening before striking.

"You, master." I correct myself.

He smirks down at me. Pulls down his slacks and boxers at the same time and he points to the wall. "Face in front of the wall. I want to fuck that pretty ass as I beat it." He demands.

"Yes, Master." I nod once on autopilot and I turn around, facing the wall.

Waiting for him.

Maybe that's what my whole existence was meant for. To wait for the master. Wait to pleasure him when he needs it. Let him punish me whenever he pleases.

Be his plaything.

His pet.

His slave.

His toy.

His.

To be his.