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The Bunker library is a place unlike anything she's seen before. Large shelves filled with knowledge waiting to be read. In a back corner there is a small comfortable chair and side table placed by determined hands to create a small place just for herself. The shelves beside it are slowly being filled with works of fiction from this century. A few sit on the little table waiting their turn. The chair is set under the warm wall lights giving the best page illumination. She sits in this chair for hours reading the adventures of mystical beings from other worlds doing the very thing she does. Saving people, hunting things, the family business. Her 'family' is two older men that have taken a liking to her, Sam and Dean Winchester. They have hunted all sorts of strange things that go bump in the night, survived a few apocalyptic events and came back from the dead a few times.
She hasn't lived with them long, a little shy of a year. They saved her from a small nest of vampires that were trying to grow their numbers. She is the only survivor from that night. If it wasn't for a secret family recipe she'd be dead or worse still one of those blood suckers. It was difficult at first trying to wrap her head around the legends and lore that she loved reading about was actually true. Living, mostly breathing, monsters roam across the world. "There's always a little bit of truth in the lore" Sam had told her then. The longer she spends with those two, doing the things they do best, the more she believes.
Books always gave her a sense of calm. The smell, feel of the paper under her fingers, and the stories they hold. Each one is different with its own style. Although, finding the time to get lost in a book has been difficult the last month or so. The three of them are always working or on the road. She doesn't mind all that much though. Their company is nice and the stories they tell to pass the time are wonderful, not to mention what happens after the motel door shuts.
Today is a perfect day to crack open a new book. Dean is out chasing a lead and Sam is buried in ancient books from the archives. She wanted to help but he shooed her away, muttering excuses about ancient languages and difficult translations. It's not that she doesn't want to help, but that To Be Read pile is calling her name. He'll find her if he needs her.
She pauses in the library's doorway to take in a big breath. The back of the chair is visible from the door, if you know what you're looking for. The soft tan fabric blends in well with the help of warm lighting and muted shades of brown and cream surrounding it. Her hand reaches out to glide over the back as she walks around. A smile puts at her lips at the thought of being able to enjoy this time she has. The chair welcoming her frame as she sits, book already in hand. The only sounds are the creaking spine of a new book and her soft breathing.
Hours pass before she takes a break. Her body is stiff from sitting still so long. Joints popping as she stands and stretches. A quick trip to the nearest bathroom then the kitchen for a drink and maybe a snack. She leans back against a counter, lost in thought, eating a handful of grapes when Sam walks in. He grabs a beer out of the fridge, opening it and takes a long drink. The tall man tips the bottle to her in hello, but she doesn't respond. His large frame leans against the island as he watches her, taking another drink. He sets the bottle onto the metal island. The quiet clink brings her attention to the world around her.
"Oh, hey. I didn't see you come in." Her voice, gentle and soft. He smirks, his eyes leaving her face.
"Ah, what were you thinking about?" He questions.
"I was working out the plot for the book I'm reading" she answers.
"Taking a break?"
"Yeah, needed to stretch and grab something to eat." She pops the last grape in her mouth. He follows her hand with his eyes, lingering on her lips.
"Are you taking a break too?" She asks with her mouth full.
"Ah, yeah. There's only so much translating I can do before my eyes start to cross."
She chuckles, "Maybe you need reading glasses," She pushes off the counter heading for the door.
"Old man." She remarks leaving Sam staring at her ass. She finds her way back to her comfy chair and settles in. Reaching for her unfinished book she sees Sam past by the doorway. Thinking nothing of it she goes back to reading.
Not ten minutes goes by before he walks into the room with something in his hands. She doesn't notice him crossing the room to her, already lost in the pages. He stands by her side for a short time, trying to read over her shoulder. His face squints as he skims over the page. He stops reading when she turns the page, choosing to watch her. Her heavy breathing, flushed cheeks, and big eyes unable to look away even to blink. They fly over the lines, taking in every word. She gasps softly, lips open. He smirks knowing she is enjoying herself, but he can't let her continue. After that light hearted comment in the kitchen he wants to play their favorite game. Judging by the explicit scene she's reading that she'll want to play too.
He watches her jump when he clears his throat. She quickly slides the bookmark in before slamming it closed.
"Oh, hey. I didn't see you come in. Is everything okay?" She says slightly startled. He chuckles with a smirk on his lips.
"Yeah everything is good. What, ah, what are you reading?" He stammers.
"Ah, just a little fantasy novel. Nothing crazy. Um. Have you been standing there long?" She asks. She meets his eyes trying to calm her nerves.
"Long enough to skim the page." Sam's usual unsteady tenor voice is now smooth and controlled. She can see it in his eyes now. He knows the truth, and he has caught her reading it. She blushes harder, unable to keep her eyes on him. She bites her bottom lip trying to think of a way out, but his voice cuts through.
"I came here to ask if you wanted to play, but if you want to keep reading I'll leave you t-"
"No!" She cuts him off, "Ah no. Um, what kind of game did you want to play?" That smirk of his is back and what a devious grin it is.
"You'll have to follow me to the dungeon to see Pet." He answers knowing that using her special title will answer her question. If it is even possible her cheeks became more flushed at his words. A soft "Yes Sir" falls from her mouth as she stands. His eyes roam her body before turning to lead them downstairs.
The dungeon's hidden door creaks open wide. Hanging along the walls and from the ceiling are chains. Most enchanted to hold any number of monsters. Her eyes widen as they fall to the slim padded bench set in the middle of the iron pentagram embedded into the concrete. It was a little project they did together. The sturdy wood frame stained a dark brown almost black. The maroon vinyl stretched tight over a thick cushion. Short enough she can climb up without help, but tall enough that Sam doesn't have to bend far to take her from behind. Anchors and clips placed at specific places to best fit her body while restrained. Rounded edges on the legs to ease the pressure on her limbs when secured. A bench built just for her to be used by him.
"Take off everything but the socks." He orders turning his head to watch her; to gauge her reaction. Her heart beats harder and a warmth settles between her thighs. Another soft "Yes Sir" before she walks to the metal table just off to the side. She can feel his eyes on her, watching; always watching. She's eager to please him. Taking her time to methodically remove everything. The Pink Floyd band tee she 'stole' from Dean. The soft cotton joggers, spending a few extra seconds to completely untie the cords. The Men Of Letters house shoes she found, a little too big for her feet. Lastly the purple frilly panties, taking pleasure in hearing Sam suck air through his teeth when she bent at the waist to pull them off.
She turns, arms at her sides, hiding nothing from him. Completely exposed to his gaze, his hands, Him. The hunger in those dark eyes warm her skin against the cool dampness of the air. She waits. He will tell her what to do when he's ready. Anticipation with the promise of sweet pain holding her still. There's little room for fighting back when Sam gets like this. He expects absolute cooperation and is more than willing to deny pleasure if she doesn't.
She does let her eyes roam over him. Those broad shoulders, strong arms, defined chest and stomach hidden under layers of t-shirts and flannel. His large hands are clasped behind his trim waist. ' Shame ' she thinks. His hands are a favorite of hers. Under a pair of loose worn out jeans are those powerful legs among other things. The corded muscle flexing out of sight when he shifts his weight.
"What's your safe word Pet?" His voice breaking her out of a trance.
"Casper. Sir" she answers softly, meeting his eyes.
"Get comfortable" He commands. She wastes no time crossing the room and positioning herself face down. Her legs pressed to the outside of the bench, her ass spread. Her hands grip the front legs, waiting for him to restrain them.
She can hear his heavy breathing over the blood rushing in her ears. She can feel a full body blush cover her skin. He never takes his eyes off her.
He takes slow steps around her, tracing her curves with gentle fingertips; goosebumps follow. She tries her best not to squirm under the ticklish touch. His legs come into her line of sight. He kneels close. His face and body being the only thing she can see. That devilish smirk still on his handsome face. A soft thunk finds its way to her ears as he sits something just out of sight. Those calloused fingers touch her wrists and arms as he buckles the leather straps against her skin. Tight enough to keep her still, but not enough to do any real damage. It's not like she needs them to stay put. She will, with her best efforts, do whatever Sam asks. The firm pressure acts as a grounding agent. Keeping her tethered when she ultimately reaches that high. Even now, her eyes begin to dilate and glass over. He chuckles deep in his chest making her focus on his face. His arm moves to pick up what he set down. Something pink and phallic shaped comes into view. Slim ribbed silicone connected to silicone covered plastic. Meeting at a near right angle at one end. The plastic flattening out with a smooth ridge at the other end. Pretty gold buttons on the underside. One of those teasing toys that isn't big enough or powerful enough to do the job.
"Be a good Pet for me," He says. It isn't a question or a suggestion. She knows if she doesn't mind he will leave that toy inside with no intention of letting her cum. He can be truly torturous.
"Yes Sir." He rises and walks around her other side, gliding his hand over her skin until he reaches her ass cheek. His warm hand caresses down the back of her thigh. He huffs when his knees hit the concrete. His breath ghosting over her backside.
Both hands rub against her cheeks, pushing them farther apart. She tenses causing her little hole to pucker. His hands continue their descent to her ankles, fitting the straps around each one. Those warm hands are already doing Things to her. They find their way to each side of her wet sex. Thumbs pulling her lips apart. Hot breath flows over the small strip of short hair on her mound. She feels his eyes staring at her most intimate parts.
"You must have really liked that book. You're so wet already." His voice heavy with lust, mouth so close. She tries to shake her head.
"I love playing our games. You're the reason I'm so wet." She responds.
"All for me," he says almost to himself.
"Yes Sir," she answers the unasked question.
Without warning Sam’s tongue swipes up, pushing her inner folds apart, tasting her. She feels his groans against her sensitive skin. His tongue lapping, probing and prodding at her entrance before attacking her clit like a man starved. She tenses pulling at the restraints. Her body reacts to him with soft breathy moans. Sparks travel up her spine with each pass. His lips and chin are shiny when he finally pulls away.
One of those glorious hands leaves her skin to grab the toy, nearly forgotten. He rubs the cold silicone across her pussy collecting enough natural lube to slide inside. He pushes it to the base. More cold plastic pressing against her heated flesh. His fingers gently push her clit hood up before placing the smooth ridge just under so when she tenses her ass it will be pushed into her clit. With the toy properly seated inside he presses a button. Low vibrations make her jump. The ridge near her clit tickles the nerves while the shaft buzzes against her inner walls. Sam's tight and constricting jeans rub uncomfortably against his hard cock, but he won't give in letting it free until he's done with their game. That's part of the fun.
"I didn't like your comment in the kitchen earlier. You need to be punished for being rude." He says in a stern voice.
"One lash for each word and one for each letter in 'old man'." She turns her head towards his voice thinking.
"That’s 13 Sir."
"Plus two more because I feel like you're overdue." A smugness in his voice.
"15 Sir." He moves to one side of her body. Ready to begin.
"Count." He demands, followed immediately with a large hand smacking the nearest cheek. She jolts crying out.
"One!" The next strike hits the other cheek.
"Two!" The sting lit her soft skin on fire. A pair of large hand prints begin to form with red outlines. Another smack cracks through the room.
"Three!" The next makes contact before she can finish counting.
"Four!" The next few are hard and fast. She tries to keep count and be still. She tenses up hard after each blow. That little toy pushing vibrations against sensitive bits making her buck away, throwing her ass up in the air.
"Eight!" She yells through tears. She isn't given a chance to breathe. More hits come, all hard and unrelenting. This vicious cycle of trying to escape the sting of his hand and the jolting from the toy continues until the final blow.
"Fifteen!" She groans. Her skin slick with sweat. Her ass is bright red with various outlines of the same hand prints. Her limbs are shaking, the rattle of metal hitting wood is a faint noise in the background of her heavy breathing. The burn of her skin matches the burn of his hands. There's an ache in his shoulders that she will massage later. He takes a deep breath and clears his throat.
"You are such a good Pet." He soothes the welts with the same hands that made them.
"Taking your punishment so well." She groans trying to relax into his touch but the sting is just enough to keep her from it. Those fingers prod at the toy still buzzing. Tracing the sides and pushing it this way and that. She moans and wiggles her hips trying to get that little ridge on her clit. Sam isn't done toying with her though. He keeps the toy too far away from her clit, choosing instead to grind the base on her dripping hole. She cries out in frustration.
"Please Sir. Ah! You said I did good. I'm your good little Pet. Please!" She can hear the smile in his voice.
"You were such a good Pet. Would you like to cum as your reward?"
"Yes Sir, please," she begs.
"How do you want it?" She wines not wanting to think.
"Want you Sir. Just you," She pleads hoping, praying, Sam will be merciful.
"Not being very specific are we Pet. Care to elaborate." He says toying with the vibrator still inside. She groans out knowing if she doesn't tell him exactly what she wants he'll make her work hard for it.
"That mouth," she says under her breath, not realizing she said it out loud.
"What was that?" He questions. She tries to shake her head, mentally kicking herself. He had heard her, but seemed like he was going to give her a chance to change her answer. She knows better. If she changes her answer he will argue and she won't get what she wants. His thick cock stretching her to the brink as he bruises the back of her thighs with his hips.
"Your mouth, Sir." She answers. Those fingers of his slowly pull the slippery toy out. It's vibrations making her clamp down and groan. She feels empty without something inside. Her inner walls clenching around nothing. She doesn't hear him turn off the toy or his groan as he settles on his knees, jeans nearly too tight.
His hands are hot on her hips. His tongue ran over her, licking up her juices. His deep groans make her body quiver. He dives deep filling that empty space, fucking her with that sinful muscle. She doesn't hold back her voice, groans and panting reach his ears spurring him on even more. He leaves heavy open mouth kisses in his wake to find her clit. The little bud is plump and sensitive. Sam's soft lips encircle the bundle of nerves. She cries out so close already. He is unrelenting, flipping between sucking and flicking the tip of his tongue over it. Her groans turn into shouts of pleasure.
"Sir I'm gonna-" Her words are lost in a scream when he sucks hard, pressing the tip of his tongue against her clit.
"Sam!" She screams. Her eyes nearly roll back as she spasms. Her whole body tensing under the intensity. He isn't letting up. He flattens his tongue out letting her jerky movements grind on it. Whimpers float up as it becomes too much. He finally relents, moving to pepper slightly sticky kisses across her very red backside. Her body relaxes against the sweat slick vinyl. His hands rubbing on her lower back trying to loosen those taunt muscles. He gives her a moment to catch her breath.
"How are you feeling?" He softly questions.
"Good. Could be better." She remarks not caring about the consequences. He chuckles.
"Oh. Tell me then. What could make it better?"
"You fucking my dripping cunt until I can't feel my legs." His sharp inhale stoking the embers of the fire inside her. His hands press harder against her skin.
"You want it like this?" The desperation in his voice short circuits her already fried mental state.
"Yes please," she sighs. The sound of his clothes hitting the floor makes her skin break out in goosebumps. It doesn't matter that she is still recovering from an amazing orgasm; the need she feels for Sam and what his body does to her takes over. A hand finds a hip while the other helps line up his cock to her entrance. It's thick head forcing her walls to stretch as he slowly pushes in. The tops of his strong thighs press against the back of hers once he is fully inside. They both groan.
"You feel so good Baby." He says breathlessly; giving himself a moment to adjust to her tight heat. She tries to push back but the straps stop her. She clenches down on him instead, whimpering.
"Please Sam, move."
He does, pulling out a little bit before pushing right back in. His hands hold her waist like a lifeline. He finds a steady rhythm quickly, his legs smacking hers.
"So tight. So wet." He purrs. He leans over her to kiss the ridges of her spine. The new angle making his heavy balls slap at her clit. He picks up speed and the intensity to chase his own orgasm. It's all too much and not enough. His thickness pushes her to the limit. His fingers undoubtedly leaving pretty bruises for him to kiss later. Those hips smacking her sore ass with every thrust. His open mouth kisses moving up her back, towards her shoulders, as filthy things spill out of his lips.
"I should mark you. Make you wear low cut shirts where Dean can see it. So he knows who you belong to." He growls into her skin. Her body reacts to his words faster than she can think, squeezing around him.
"Fuck! Yes Sam. Do it. Mark me," she pants, "make me your Bitch." His teeth sink into her shoulder, hard. She screams and her body convulses as a strong orgasm pulses through her. His hips falter as he cums deep inside. Moaning her name into the bite mark he left.
Sam half collapses on her back. Their sweat mixing and droplets roll onto the floor; both panting.
The air cools their skin as they float down from the high. Sam slowly unsticks his chest, careful not to move his hips. The bright red of her ass in full view when he straightens. His gentle touches send more goosebumps up her body. He traces the indentations of his fingers on her hips before steadying himself.
He groans as he pulls out, the warm fluids follow. The hollow empty feeling his cock leaves makes her clench down and more fluids leak out. Sam smiles.
“You look so good with my cum dripping out of you.” she responds by rattling the cuffs on her wrists. He chuckles as he smooths down her legs to undo those restraints first. Tired muscles carry him into her line of sight, where he bends to press a kiss on her very pink cheek.
“How are you feeling Baby?” he asks, watching her as his hands work the cuffs off.
“I can’t feel my legs and my ass is on fire.” she huffs out; pushing up.
He helps her stand on shaking legs, holding her tight when her knees buckle. Without a word he scoops her up into his strong arms and carries her to the showers.
Sam places her on a bench and rushes to turn on the hot water in the nearest stall. Upon his return kneels down, taking off her socks. He pulls her to her feet and walks her into the hot spray. She groans when the water hits her skin. The tension and knots melting away with the sweat and grime. He follows behind taking advantage of the large shower head’s reach; silently thanking Dean for upgrading the ancient hardware “for a better shower experience, Sammy.”
They take their time washing each other, massaging tired muscles and just to be able to touch. They rinse off and get out. The large fluffy bath towels nearly wrapped around her twice, but just barely closing around his waist. They settle in Sam’s bed for a well deserved nap until Dean shouts that he’s brought dinner.