Summary: “You have no idea what I’d do to you,” Dean seethes.
“Oh, I have quite the imagination, Mr. Winchester,” she pants, finding just the right spot and slamming down on him.
Pairing: Dean x you, Dean x reader, Dean x her
Words: 2245
Warnings: femdom, Dean’s tied to a chair, wearing a cock ring, face sitting, things might get a little rough, but it’s all in good fun, female ejaculation/squirting
He’s tied to a chair, arms bound at the wrists behind the chair back and ankles knotted to the legs. He’s gagged with a thick rope wound twice around the circumference of his head, threaded between his teeth as it holds a wadded cloth inside his mouth. She didn’t blindfold him and surely that was part of her plan – to make him suffer, to watch, unable to do anything about the scene unfolding around him.
“It’s killing you, isn’t it, Dean?” she purrs. “To be so helpless, no leverage or choice.” She circles behind the chair, dragging neatly manicured, French-tipped fingers along the width of his bare, sculpted shoulders. “You’re not used to not having power, are you?”
Dean stays still and stares straight ahead. He can feel the goosebumps rising all over his naked torso, but he tells himself to chill. This is what he agreed to after all.
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