Evelyn
"Bedroom. Now." Dean commanded once we stepped foot inside my apartment.
I tried to turn around and face him, but his hand was on my back as he gave me a nudge forward. I fast-walked to my bedroom, and once I got in, his hand was in my hair.
I winced from the sudden pull as he used my hair to guide me around and pin me against the wall. I hate the feeling of someone pulling my hair, but it was a different type of sensation when Dean did it.
It was rough, but I secretly enjoyed it.
"Dean," I gasped, and I could even hear the tremble in my voice.
"Don't speak unless I give you permission to."
Oh, god.
"Hands up on the wall. Spread your legs."
I shakily placed my hands on the wall and widened my stance. I felt his hands go to the front of my shorts, and I felt him unbutton them.
He smacked my thigh, and I bit my lip to conceal my sounds. I took it as he wanted me to close my legs, so I did. He pulled them down and tossed them to the side.
"A fucking thong." He tutted. "You little slut."
The word slut was an ugly, degrading word ,and I should have spun around and smacked his mouth for how he was speaking to me.
The thing is...I didn't feel degraded or humiliated. Something as obscene as this shouldn't have gotten me hot, yet it did. It made me feel warm and tingly, and my insides tightened with keenness.
My entire body felt alive and sensitive, ready for whatever onslaught he would release onto me. I was willing.
So fucking willing.
His hand spanned my ass, while the other one crawled up my body and found purchase around my throat.
"Were you a little slut for those college boys, Evelyn?"
"No."
His hand came down, and he smacked my ass, almost like a warning. I didn't know what he was warning me against, and he used my confusion to smack me two more times.
My ass was stinging, but it wasn't painful. The pleasure of his hands being on my body, of him punishing me, all of it outweighed the pain.
"No, what?" He rasped.
"No, Sir." I corrected, figuring out what kind of game he was playing.
The hand around my throat wasn't choking me. No it was there as a reminder of who I belonged to.
To him. Only to him.
"Did you let them touch you?"
I didn't let them touch me, but I was lost in the moment with Dean pressed against me, his hand on my ass and throat, and I wanted him to hit me again.
He did, this time, harder, and I whimpered. I stayed quiet longer, this time on purpose, and I was rewarded with his hand coming down on me a few more times just as hard.
"No, Sir," I replied.
I heard him hum in response. His hand on my ass moved, so he was inching up my tank top. He cupped a bare breast, and I moaned as I arched my back, wanting to feel more of him.
I yelped when I felt him pull the pert nipple between his fingers.
"Where's your fucking bra, Evelyn? You went out there with no bra like a desperate fucking slut, didn't you?"
"Did you want them to see your nipples poking out from underneath? Maybe you wanted them to touch you like this. Maybe you wanted them to fuck you."
"No, Sir, I swear it wasn't like that." I managed to choke out.
His hand around my throat tightened, and I tried to catch my breath. While his hand on my breast was merciless as he kneaded the flesh aggressively.
He pulled away only to shove my tank top and only to go back to it. He slapped the round flesh, my clit pulsed, and my hips bucked for friction.
I yelped not in pain but confused pleasure, confused as to how all of this was turning me on. He slapped my breast again before pulling on my nipple.
"I wouldn't blame them if they had wanted to touch you. I mean, with a body like this, it's meant to be used and fucked. That's all it's good for."
"You could be their desperate little fucking cumslut. Maybe that's what you wanted. Someone to use you and fill you up with cum."
He didn't relent for a while, and the longer he controlled my air, the wetter I got. I was sure my underwear was ruined, and if he were to blow on me, I was positive I'd cum right away.
I've never been touched like this, spoken to like this, and I've never in my life had a man spank my ass and choke me.
Fuck.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All I could do was feel Dean's erection straining against his pants and digging into my ass.
All I could hear was his thick voice as he distastefully spoke to me in a way I would never let a man speak to me in.
"Were you baiting me, Evelyn?" He asked, and only then did his hand lessen his hold.
I let out a strangled sound as I tried to catch my breath. It came out in short puffy, and rushed breaths.
"Maybe... Yes. When I heard that you had a girlfriend...I got jealous," I admitted.
"Tell me why you were jealous, Evelyn?"
"Because...Sir is mine, and I don't like the idea of sharing you."
"Fuck. Say it again, Evelyn. Say who I belong to."
"You belong to me, Sir."
His hands were on my shoulder as he spun me around. His mouth came down on mine, his hands holding my face as he devoured my mouth.
It was a wet and loud kiss, and I loved every second of it. I love feeling how desperate he was for me and how much he enjoyed hearing that he belonged to me.
This moment, right here, I never wanted to forget it.
"I want to fuck you so bad." He groaned.
I couldn't control my moan. "Me too. I want you so bad."
"Evelyn." He jerked once he felt my hands on his belt. "Now?"
"Yes, now. Right now. I don't want to plan it. I don't want to schedule it in. I want you right now. My body needs you. You told me that my virginity is yours, so just fucking take it."
He kissed me hard in response, his hands clawing at my skin as he walked us back to my bed. With his lips still on mine, he helped me climb on the bed.
We were pressed against each other, our hands roaming as we explored each other while kissing. I wanted to die kissing this man and be brought back to life with it.
Kissing Dean was explosive like fireworks but calming and warm like a bonfire. He licked a wet tongue trail down my neck and sat up between my legs.
He grabbed the hem of my tanktop and ushered me out of it, then grabbed the thin straps of my underwear.
He slowly pulled it down my body and moved down until it met the floor. I was fully naked while Dean was in jeans and a shirt, and the dynamic of me being naked while him being fully clothed, had me turned on even more.
I don't think I've ever felt this wired, this needy before in my life. I felt powerful and powerless simultaneously, and it was a heady blend to feel all at once.
His eyes met mine, and everything went still as we stared at each other.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he praised. "So beautiful." His knuckles skimmed up and down my "Every inch of you is fucking perfection."
His eyes stayed on mine as he pressed a kiss to my stomach. It was soft and light as a feather, and he kept at it, dropping kisses all over my skin. My stomach, the tops of my thighs, chest, and arms, then repeating it all over again.
"Such soft skin," he whispered. "You trust me?" He asked, and I nodded my head. "Use your words."
"I trust you with my life," I stated. And my heart.
He didn't respond, and the look on his face told me he wasn't expecting this immense amount of trust I had for him.
He moved his mouth north towards my breasts, and the way he was touching me right now was different from earlier. All of his anger and hostility were gone.
His hands were gentle as they kneaded my breasts, his mouth was sweet as he sucked on my nipples, and even through the confines of his pants, I could feel him.
He was achingly hard, and I wanted him inside me right now. I tried to move my hips up to gain some friction, but Dean wasn't having it. His strong hands pinned down my hips while his mouth was still on my breasts.
"You don't get to rush me, Evelyn. Not right now."
"Yes, Sir."
"That's my good girl." He grinned.
I sat up slightly as the man between my legs nestled lower on the bed. His hands hooked under my thighs, and he reeled me closer.
I fell back at the same time his mouth kissed me down there. It was a sensual and slow kiss with just his lips, and then slowly, he welcomed his tongue inside of me.
I let out a shaky breath as I glanced to see his face buried between my legs. His tongue poked in and out of my entrance, torturing me slowly.
Then I felt two fingers push inside me and the filthy sound made it clear just how wet I was.
"You're fucking dripping, baby." He groaned. "Is this from the spanking? Did you like being spanked, Evelyn?"
"Yes, and I liked it when you called me a...." I felt embarrassed for admitting it out loud.
I've never had it done to me before, so I didn't even know if it was a normal thing to be turned on by.
He stilled his actions, and I felt his nails dig into the skin of my thighs.
"Say it. Say what you liked."
"When you called me a slut and said those things."
"The only person allowed to speak to you like this is me. Only like this. Only with your consent." He said, eyes boring into me, and I nodded.
"Talk to me like that again," I spoke, permitting him.
He grinned wickedly before lowering his head.
"Looking at this cunt right now, I can tell just how ready it is for me to spill my load in it. You want my cum? Yeah? You want to be filled to the brim with it?"
Two fingers worked me while his tongue rubbed lazy circles on my clit.
I whimpered. "I do, Sir."
I felt him suck on my clit and tug it between his teeth. I made a sound that I couldn't even describe to you. It was a mix between pain and pleasure, and I loved it.
"The only cum you'll ever take is mine, Evelyn. Do you understand? All of your holes are mine to do with what I please. I plan on breaking them in one by one and filling them all with my cum until it's dripping out of you. Even then, I'll keep using you, fucking you, filling you."
I came right then and there. The pent-up tension from earlier, the touching, the kissing, the words, all of it wound me up, and now I was cumming all over his fingers.
I didn't care how loud I was being. I didn't care that I came without warning. My body couldn't hold back if you begged it to.
Dean's words were the trigger that shot me into my orgasm, and what a glorious orgasm it was. I could feel his tongue swirling around my opening, lapping me up.
It was sensitive, and I tried to pull away from his mouth, but he was resilient.
"The face you make when you're cumming is fucking perfection." He complimented. "Let's see it again."
"I don't think I can go again." I panted.
"Don't think. Just feel. Lie back and close your eyes." He commanded.
"Sir, please."
"Listen to me, Evelyn."
I gave him a shaky nod, still a little shaky from my orgasm, then I felt his mouth go right back to work. This time he was a little more ravenous with his tongue, his hands on my thighs as he wrapped them around his head, but I stayed put like he asked me to.
My head was on the pillows, eyes closed, and I felt. I felt the rapid caress of his tongue as it delved inside my pussy. I felt the two fingers that pushed in, arousing me more.
I felt my clit beating and his mouth licked it better before adding another finger. I felt full. Too full. I tried to wiggle away from his grasp, but he wouldn't let me.
"I know, Evelyn. I know. But fuck you're so tight. I can barely get the third finger in."
"Dean, it's...it's too much."
"Breathe. Can you breathe for me? Slow. Listen to my voice, baby. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to stretch you a little. Relax your hips. Open up for me."
His voice was reassuring, as if he was lulling me to sleep, and then I remembered how he sounded when he sang to me that night.
I remembered the softness of the way he hummed, the little huskiness in his voice when he sang, and I immediately calmed down.
"That's it. Good. Don't cum, though. The next one's with me." He cooed.
Three fingers scissored inside of me at a steady pace. Moving, stretching, working, I found the pain subsiding slightly, and the feeling of wanting to cum again blossomed in my stomach.
Only then did Dean pull out his fingers and stand up. He stripped off his clothes, and I admired him as much as possible before he was on top of me again.
"Shit. Condom." He cursed.
I blushed. I had bought some the day I went to his bar when I had wanted to lose my virginity.
"I have some in my drawer."
His hand reached over and opened my drawer. "Is that a-"
I blushed even harder. "It is."
"Definitely going to use it on you next time." He smirked.
He tore open the condom wrapper, and I couldn't help but look down as he pulled it down his cock. It wasn't my first time seeing one, but seeing Deans felt like an experience.
He was big. I mean, obviously. But that wasn't even the scary part, the scary part was how thick, and hard he was.
I wasn't an idiot when it came to sex, but how the fuck was that supposed to fit inside of me?
"Hey, hey. Look at me. If you're scared, we can stop right now. I don't care."
I shook my head. I wanted this. No, I needed it.
"I don't want to stop."
I ran my hands up his chest and grabbed his shoulders. He was snug between my legs and brought his face down to mine. His lips brushed against mine, and his warm breath hit me.
"Are you going to be a good girl for Sir?" He spoke, his lips so close to mine that I could feel them moving as he spoke.
"Yes, Sir."
"Are you going to let Sir take what's rightfully his?"
I felt the rubber tip nudge between my folds, but he didn't move any more than that. He just ran it up and down...up and down.
"Yes, Sir."
He kissed me to distract me, and I kissed him back, knowing either way, it was going to hurt. As much as I loved and enjoyed kissing Dean, I knew it wouldn't distract me from the pain I was about to feel.
I clung to his back, my hands at his sides, and he pushed in slowly. The man above me was shaking and swearing as he eased in another inch.
"Fuck. Fuck. So goddamn tight. Wrapping around me like a goddamn vice."
"Good or bad?"
"Good, baby, feels so fucking good." He grunted. "Evelyn, I'm going to move a bit more."
I nodded my head and closed my eyes, and with this movement, I felt stretched, and the pain was uncomfortable.
I kept squirming beneath him as if trying to accommodate him. His face was hard, and I saw sweat forming on his forehead.
A moment passed before Dean surged inside me, breaking the resistance, stretching me so wide that I felt like I was being torn in half.
Dean repeatedly apologized, his lips kissing all over my face to soothe me. I shouted from the pain, my nails digging into his skin, and tears fell from my eyes.
Fuck. This was painful. It hurt like a goddamn bitch. I wanted him out of me, but at the same time, I wanted him to stay inside of me. I could feel him.
Jesus. He was pulsing inside me, and my core was clenching and unclenching around him. It hurt. God, it hurt so much, like a burning, ripping sensation.
"Evelyn. Baby, look at me. Look at me." Teary eyes met him, and he cradled my jaw affectionately.
"Such a good girl. Taking it so well, baby. So pretty, even when you're crying. You're squeezing me so fucking good. I don't think I'm going to last. Your cunt feels like heaven."
He continued praising me, and it helped ease me into taking him. The pain subsided, and Dean began to thrust in and out of me.
It wasn't rough. It was slow and steady. Deep strokes that had us both moaning and panting. It felt good.
Not how I knew it'd feel over time, but this was my first time, and Dean made it perfect. He hit a specific spot and my head fell back from the pleasure.
"How does that feel, baby?"
"It feels like I never want you to stop."
He groaned and buried his face in my neck. He was kissing and sucking, leaving bites. He kept fucking me, the pace getting a bit rougher, faster, and now that the pain was gone.
I could enjoy it. Enjoy him buried deep inside of me like this. It felt good, and I knew it would get even better the more we did it.
"Be a good girl for me and cum for Sir. I wanna see just how well I've pleased you. I want to pull out of this cunt, Evelyn, and see your cum dripping out."
He toyed with my clit lazily, and my body spasmed with the additional touch.
"Oh. Oh, fuck. I...I'm..."
"Scream it. Shout it. I want the whole fucking neighborhood to hear you cumming for me."
"Dean!" I cursed as I came again.
Dean wasn't far behind, and I felt him twitch inside me before he shouted and jerked inside of me.
"Evelyn." He whispered.
His breath was as ragged as mine, his skin just as clammy, and before he could lay with me. He pulled out, and I saw the evident blood on the condom that he went to dispose of.
"You don't have a bathtub?" He asked.
"No, just a shower. Why?"
"I was going to draw you a bath, so you could soak in it, so you're not too sore tomorrow."
No. No, stop, don't you dare do it.
I tried to shut my heart up, but it ignored the logic of my brain, and then at that moment, I knew what I felt for Dean was real. Everything was real.
It felt like falling in love; it felt like meeting the person that's written for you, your soulmate. Maybe Dean and I were soulmates, and maybe fate brought us together that one night.
It didn't feel fake anymore. I mean, it couldn't be fake. Not after this moment, not after what we shared. I heard the shower run, and a moment passed before Dean came to lift me off the bed and carry me.
He set me down in the shower and reached for my shampoo. He took his time as he shampooed my hair, rinsed it out for me, then massaged my body with the soap.
He was gentle, his hands caressing me and petting my skin as if scared that he hurt me somehow. I felt his hands all over my body, my hair touching, his lips kissing, his fingers playing with my hair.
It was intimate. I've never showered with anyone before, and I've never had someone wash me up and take such good care of me like this.
It made my heart swell up three times its size. Dean made me happy, happier than I could ever put into words.
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