Shot Through The Heart; Ch 4/7; NC-17 (Part A)

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Title: Shot Through the Heart; Ch 4/7; NC-17
Author: softbluebuddy
Pairing: Dean/OFC & Dean/OFC/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 11,610 (broken into two parts because of LJ posting limitations.  Link at the bottom of the page to the second  part)

Summary: While at a firing range, Dean meets a woman who really knows her way around her weapons. His joke that she is the woman of his dreams leads to an invitation to spend a no strings attached weekend with her, knowing he is leaving in 3 days. Now he is sure that he has met the girl of his dreams. This is the story of that weekend and how fantasies can come true.

Warnings: Het - Kink - B&D - Threesome - in!charge!dean

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Just having a bit of fun with them.

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Parts of this chapter were inspired by a conversation with
sgfansean  about some ideal in!charge!dean scenarios.  I hope I got it right.  :)

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Shot Through the Heart Chapter 4

Shannon and Dean had gotten up in the night and showered to get all of the stickiness off of them. Shannon had taken all of the towels off of the bed that had absorbed the errant bits of chocolate, ice cream and whipped topping, and they had climbed into the relatively clean sheets, snuggled close and went to sleep.

They woke up together after it had been light out for some time based on the position of the sun that was peeking through the window.

“So, what do you want to do today, Dean?”

“I don’t know.  Do you want to stay in all day?  Or do you want to go out and have lunch and go do something this afternoon? I’m happy doing whatever you pick. I spend so much time on the road that hanging around is fine, but I’d be up to going out, too. I should probably give my brother a call at some point, but other than that I’m pretty flexible,” he told her from his position on his side with his face leaning against his hand looking down at her with a smile.

“I wouldn’t mind hanging around the house. Before running into you yesterday, I had planned on puttering around in my backyard garden today. You can tell me what kind of home cooked meals you miss the most being on the road and we can go to the grocery store and pick up a few things, or I can go by myself.”

“Sure, why not? Gardening, hanging around in the backyard, drinking a few beers, and then having home cooked food? Sounds good to me,” he agreed with that plan of action wholeheartedly.

“You’re sure you don’t mind?”

“I noticed that you seem to have a green thumb with all of those houseplants that you have in your house. It makes sense that would extend to your yard. Just so long as you aren’t relying on me for much help. I’m great at digging holes, so if you need any holes dug, I’m your man, but I have never had any luck growing things,” he explained to her, completely omitting the fact that his hole digging experience was one hundred percent related to digging up corpses to salt and burn their bones. He was pretty sure that wouldn’t go over so well.

Back at the motel, Sam hung up the phone after talking to his brother. That was kind of a cryptic call, and pretty unexpected after getting back late after the movie to find a note that Dean had left him, basically saying, ‘See ya Monday, Sammy. Call for emergencies only!!!’

Sam hadn’t thought he’d hear from Dean until Monday morning when no doubt Dean would stumble into the motel room looking like the cat that ate the canary or calling him for a ride.

He wasn’t completely sure what it was that Dean wanted him to do, just that he needed to be available early Saturday evening and Dean would call him and tell him where to show up and then fill him in when he got there.

Dean and Shannon had some breakfast at home and headed out for some Saturday morning shopping. So this is what regular people do on a Saturday, Dean thought as Shannon negotiated the extremely crowded parking lot of a nursery for their first stop.

There were all kinds of people, mostly couples and families, pushing carts of plants out to their SUV’s and station wagons. There were even more people inside than in the parking lot.

Completely out of his element, Dean stayed pretty close to Shannon.

“You sure you don’t mind digging some holes for me? Because if you are game, I had planned on putting in a couple of small bare root trees, but hole digging isn’t my specialty. I want to get a couple of trees and then look around and get a few shrubs that you can do the holes for, then I’ll also get some small stuff that I can do on my own while you drink beer and relax.”

“No worries. I’ll dig holes. It’s the least I can do for the home cooking you promised me. Plus, I wouldn’t mind watching you at work. If you hadn’t noticed, I haven’t gotten bored with the view yet,” he flattered her, flashing a sincere smile.

About a half an hour later Dean was putting the last of her plant purchases in her vehicle and then took the cart back to the cart ‘barn’.

“Grocery store next, then home.”

“Okay. Is this what you do every Saturday?”

“Not really, it depends on the time of year. I get out more during the springtime and like to get everything ready so that I have a nice garden to relax in all summer. I’m a little late this year, but it was too cold to plant any sooner.”

“Huh.”

“You’ve never been to a nursery before, have you?” she asked him realization dawning on her that this was all new to him.

“That obvious?” he looked at her and shrugged.

“Not really, but it just kind of dawned on me that you seemed like a fish out of water in there.”

Dean turned in his seat to give her a look, “It’s not as bad as all that.”

“I didn’t say it was bad. It’s just that at the gun range you were one hundred percent focused and absolutely in your element. There, at the nursery, not so much.”

“Guilty. If you want me to shoot your plants, I’m your guy. Hole digging and firearms handling, I’m good; plants not so much.”

“No, don’t shoot my plants. The neighbors will get kind of funny if we discharge firearms in suburbia. They frown on that kind of thing,” she told him while laughing at the look of disappointment on Dean’s face.

Grocery shopping on a Saturday was an interesting experience, but it was the store that Shannon went to all of the time so she was able to get everything on her list without having to double back repeatedly like Dean and Sam did anytime they went to the grocery store.

When the Winchester’s went shopping, it was very rarely to the same place more than once. Dean disliked grocery shopping almost as much as doing laundry, but with Shannon it was actually fun.

He found himself again thinking, ‘So this is what normal people do,’ but dismissing the thought just as quickly as it came into his mind.

He had volunteered to push her basket through the store and followed her and marveled at her efficiency.

From Dean’s experience, that was about as quick and painless of a grocery store trip as he could remember. He usually did all of that stuff with Sam. Nothing against his brother, but he was enjoying the domesticity of trailing along after to what all appearances was ‘his woman’ through the grocery store just like a regular guy.

Dean hadn’t had an awful lot of ‘regular guy’ experiences in his life so was taking special care to enjoy all of it right down to having her stop and ask him his opinion on things he liked, holding up two similar items and then only picking between the two after he’d told her his preference.

Loaded down with groceries and some beer they fit in around the plants from the nursery they headed back to Shannon’s house.

Dean helped Shannon get the groceries into her kitchen, leaned down and gave her a kiss, and said he’d bring the plants around to her backyard.

She told him which side of the house the back gate was on and went to work putting away the groceries. They had gotten some ice too, so she went out to her garage and got a cooler and filled it with beers, bottled water, Diet Coke and ice and left it on the floor for Dean to carry out to the yard. That way they wouldn’t have to traipse in with dirty shoes for drinks, just for bathroom breaks.

She opened the sliding door and looked out and saw Dean bring the last of her plants into the back yard.

“I’m going to go in and put on my gardening stuff, but there’s a cooler on the floor here in the kitchen if you don’t mind bringing it out and putting it in the shade. I put the beer in there and also some water bottles and sodas for me.”

“Sure, no problem,” he assured her that he’d come in for the cooler in a few minutes.

By the time she had changed into shorts and old tennis shoes and come out to the backyard, Dean had shed everything but his jeans, boots, and t-shirt and was already working on a beer when he saw her and gave her a big smile.

“Okay, boss. Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it,” he told her, not realizing those would be his famous last words that led to several hours of yard work.

By the time they got done, they were both sweaty and their hands were dirty and as they put all of the tools away and disposed of the trash they stood together in her yard and surveyed their work.

“Nice job, Shannon. You really have a knack with this stuff. It looks great. I can see that you’re going to have a nice relaxing place to spend time this summer,” he complimented her sincerely, appreciating her skill in gardening and plant selection.

So this is how normal people spend their time, he thought again. How many times those words had worked their way into his consciousness today surprised him. But, like the other times, he acknowledged the thoughts and then dismissed them and brought it right back to the here and now.

“Thanks, Dean. I couldn’t have done it without you. Usually when I have big holes that I need to have dug, I have to call my brother and he’ll stop by and do it for me. It’s just that he works so much and he is always doing all that kind of stuff around his own house; he doesn’t need me to come up with more chores for him. His wife, Jodi, keeps him plenty busy.”

They sat in the garden for a while. Shannon had taken her shoes off and had her feet sitting across Dean’s lap and leaned back enjoying an icy drink while he had another bottle of cold water. He had switched to water not long after they had gotten started. He enjoyed beer when he was shooting pool or hanging around with his brother Sam in whatever motel they were staying in, but not so much while working out in the sun.

Showering seemed like a good idea to get all the sweat off them before they got dinner going and doing it together would definitely save water. They had taken a break midway through the gardening and Shannon had brought out sandwiches and chips and cookies, so they weren’t starving. Getting clean seemed the bigger priority since the food issue had already been handled earlier.

They found themselves in her guest bathroom shower which was much smaller than hers. Other than the shower they had taken half asleep and exhausted the night before in her shower to get the ice cream sundae stuff off of them, this was the only shower they had taken together.

“Why did you want to use this shower again? Is there something wrong with the other one?” Dean asked as he used the shower gel to suds her up and wash her hands for her being sure to help get all of the dirt out from under her nails.

He was actually washing her extremely gently as if he was afraid she might break.

“You’ll see,” was all she would volunteer. “Let’s get the dirt off first, and then I’ll tell you about the shower.”

“Okay.”

About five minutes later she leaned up to kiss him and said, “Remember when we were looking in the box last night and realized we didn’t need condoms because we had both just been tested and I’m on the pill?”

“I remember. That’s why we didn’t use one last night after I had my ice cream treat off of your body.”

“Yup, there’s no condom in here, but there is all kinds of slippery stuff. Since this shower is so much smaller, I think it would be a safer place to you know, do it where we can both brace ourselves. That is if you aren’t sick of having sex with me yet.”

Looking down at his pretty impressive and definitely interested cock, he looked back up at her and said, “Does it look like I’m sick of having sex with you?”

“Nope. Not at all, which is totally cool because one of the things I’ve been thinking about doing with you is having you fuck me up against a wall while my legs are wrapped around your hips. I thought this would be the perfect place, cause I can hold on to the shower enclosure so you don’t lose your balance and you can wrap your hands around my hips and work me up and down on your cock as fast or as slow as you want to. That is unless you had something else in mind.”

“Well, hell. If I said ‘no’ to a proposition like that the men in the white coats would be coming to get me for sure. Then my poor brother would have to finish the road trip on his own and Uncle Bobby would miss having my smiling face show up on his doorstep. I think I’ll definitely have to fuck you up against the wall, then,” he finished as though it was a huge sacrifice, but laughing to the point his face was completely lit up.

‘God, this man is gorgeous all the time, but when he laughs like that he is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever laid eyes on,’ was the thought that came into her mind when she looked at him.

And before she knew it, she was up against the wall, with his cock completely sheathed in her wetness, his hands were on her hips setting the pace while she held onto the shower enclosure with warm water was cascading over them as they fucked and kissed and basically had down and dirty sex, if you could consider fucking in the shower dirty.

He kept one hand on her hip, and took the shower gel in the other and squirted it down near where their bodies were joined and then used his thumb to rub circles around her clit till Shannon clamped her pussy muscles tight around Dean’s cock and her legs around his waist and they came together in the shower spray. When they finished, he continued to hold her and since they weren’t moving anymore and the balance thing wasn’t such and issue, she let go of the shower and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she told him leaning back against the shower wall and looking at him with a completely glazed look on her face. “Outstanding.”

“Thanks. I think?” saying that like was she questioning that him fucking her against a wall would be anything but fantastic.

“Yeah, I think. Dean you are unbelievable. You know when I joked with you outside of the shooting range about you being the man of my dreams? Seriously, you have got it going on. You are such a stud and I have enjoyed every minute that we have spent together. Tremendous. And my garden looks great too,” she told him sincerely.

Shannon and Dean finished their shower and Dean told Shannon to do her hair and makeup because they were going to be going out. While she got ready, he’d find her something to wear. He’d have something picked out by the time that she was done.

He told her, “No peeking.” And then he went out to make some arrangements for their evening.

After putting on a clean pair of jeans from his bag, he went into her living room and made a few selections from the ‘magic box’ that was still sitting on her coffee table, and then went back into her room. She had purchased a couple of clothing items from the internet sex toy store, and one of them was just perfect for what he had in mind.

He wasn’t sure exactly what the garment was called, but it was black, which was always nice, low cut and had some kind of firm thin strips sewn into the fabric, hooks in the front and a lacing mechanism in the back. It looked a little complicated and like it would definitely take two people to get her into it.

Dean smiled. He had so much experience charming a girl out of her clothes and exactly zero experience getting them dressed, especially in something so complicated. This was certainly turning into a weekend of first time experiences for him, and he was enjoying himself quite a bit more than he was able to with the speed he was usually in and out of a girl’s house or apartment - if they actually made it that far.

He brought the black item into the bedroom, opened her top drawer that he knew she kept her underwear in because he had seen her take some out earlier, and nosed around until he found exactly what he was looking for; a black thong panty.

The last thing he did was open her closet door and look at the shoes, he selected the closest thing she had to ‘fuck me’ pumps and brought those over and set them near the chair where he had left the clothes.

He could hear the hair dryer in the bathroom so he knew he had a few more minutes. He took the other items that he had gotten from the box and secured them firmly to the headboard and footboard of her bed, and he tossed one item right in the middle of the bed. It was black against the lighter color of the bed spread. He wanted her to see it when he was helping her dress. He knew the way he had it laid out, there was no way she would miss it, or the intent behind it.

But the clincher, were the last two items he had for her. He slid those between the chair cushions. He’d show those to her when the time was right.

The last thing he did was go back out to her living room and call Sam and tell him when to show up and to call before he knocked on the door. He should call Dean and Dean would come and let him in.

He took a look around and it looked like he had thought of everything.

Dean went to the bathroom door, the hair dryer had gone off a few minutes ago, and rapped on the door with his hand, “How you doing in there? Are you almost ready? I picked an outfit for you.”

“I’m almost ready. You can come in if you want, I’ll be just a couple more minutes,” she said through the door.

Dean opened the door and saw that Shannon was wearing a thin, short robe wrapped loosely around her waist. Her hair had been dried and was a little more party girl looking than her professional daytime look, and she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup.

“Wow, you look great,” he told her as he appraised her appearance in the reflection from the mirror and leaned over and kissed her neck. “You don’t mind if I sit here and watch while you finish getting ready?”

“No, I don’t mind, but is that what you are wearing?” she raised an eyebrow and looked at him standing in nothing but his clean pair of jeans.

“It doesn’t take me long to get ready. I’ll throw something on once I help you get dressed?”

“You’re going to help me?”

“Well, yeah. I picked out your outfit; I thought it would be fun helping you get dressed and ready. You don’t have a problem with that do you?”

“No. It’s just the first time that a man ever took an interest in helping me to get into my clothes. Usually it’s the other way around; they can’t wait to get me out of my clothes.”

“Well, I can hardly say that I blame them. Look at you,” he told her with complete sincerity. “What do you still need to put on? I don’t really know all that a girl does to get looking beautiful, but you certainly don’t need much in the way of help.”

“Thanks. My eyeliner is just drying, so I’ll put on some shadow, mascara and lipstick and be good to go. It won’t take long.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. Take your time. I’ll just stay out of the way.”

A few minutes later, and chit chatting with a very relaxed Dean, she turned and faced him, “Done.”

“Wow, you look incredible. Come on in the bedroom and see what I have picked out for you,” he said as he took her hand and let her into the other room and to the chair where he had laid out the clothes and shoes.

Shannon followed Dean and noticed a distinct lack of clothes on the chair with a pair of her black shoes sitting next to the chair. She looked at the clothes, and she looked at Dean, and it dawned on her, “We aren’t going out. Are we?”

“No. We aren’t going out. We are staying in. Put the panties on first and I’ll see if I can help you put that other thing on. I have no idea how that works, but it looks like a two man job. I hope you know how to do it,” he said with his feet braced wide and arms across his chest.

Shannon did as she was told, she picked up the thong panties and bent down and slipped one foot and then the other in them and slid them up her body.

Dean reached out and undid the sash on her short robe and turned her away from him to slide it from her body. “Okay, now this,” he said as he turned her back to face him. “Do you need help with it?”

“I have no idea,” she laughed. “Let me see. I never saw this before we opened the box.”

He handed her the black garment and as she was looking it over asked her, “What’s that thing called anyway?”

“This is called a corset. It has this lacing in the back so it can be tightened once it gets put on. What I think that I’ll do, is open all of the hooks in the front and put it on and get it all hooked back up, then you can work the laces in the back and make it as tight as you want.”

“Sure. I can do that.” And Dean stood and watched as Shannon wiggled into the garment. “Why exactly are we making it tight, though?”

“It makes the waist narrow and pushes the bust up.”

“Hardly like you need help in either of those departments. I think you are going to look great in that. I’d help you with those hooks but my fingers are bigger than yours, I think you’d have better luck,” not acknowledging that his fingers, from all of the weapons cleaning and loading and training over the years, were extremely dexterous. No point in mentioning that since he didn’t want to have to answer any questions about his work, and he’d been doing a pretty good job of avoiding that, and since Shannon just wanted his body, wasn’t prying too much. “I’ll just wait till you are ready for me to tighten the laces.”

After figuring out all of the hooks, and Dean had tightened the laces a little on the corset, Shannon was dressed in the corset, her thong and the shoes and stood before Dean who was still just wearing his jeans. “So, I guess you aren’t really going to be getting dressed then either?”

“Nope. Do you remember when we talked about this last night?”

“We talked about a lot of things.”

“Look at the bed,” he turned her to face the bed and her breath hitched in her chest and she took a step backwards until her back was flush with Dean’s chest.

“Oh. You got out the whip and the restraints.”

“You still okay with that? You remember the word you told me last night if we pushed any of the games too far?”

“I’m okay with it,” admitted Shannon still standing up against Dean and looking at the bed. “I remember my word, too: macaroni.”

“Good. Turn around and look at me. I have something else for you too. Your outfit isn’t complete just yet.”

She turned to look at him and saw him reaching down between the cushions of the chair where he must have stashed something when she was still in the bathroom.

Shannon stood transfixed as she realized what exactly Dean had in his hand. He had the sex slave collar out of the box and was holding it up right in front of her face. She looked at Dean then at the collar and back at Dean, realizing that he was speaking to her.

“Do you understand what it means when I put this collar on you? It means that you are my pet, my property, and you will do as you are told. You will not speak unless you are spoken to, and you will not disobey me or there will be consequences.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Is this what you want?” he asked her looking her in the face to be absolutely sure she hadn’t changed her mind. That this was something she still wanted even though she had bought all this stuff six months ago.

“Yes. Please. How am I to address you if you have spoken to me?”

He leaned down and kissed her long and gently while he simultaneously raised the collar to her neck. He broke the kiss, clasped the collar and told her in a different voice than he had used just moments before, “You will call me Sir. Do you understand me?”

“Yes. Sir. I understand you.”

“Good.” And he leaned down and took the last thing out from between the chair cushions. It was a leash and he clasped the collar with the hook on the leash. “Very good. You look like the perfect pet. Let’s take a little walk,” he said to her as he intentionally turned and started walking away from her and the slack was taken out of the leash and she was tugged forward by the motion.

“Come on, Shannon. Keep up. What’s wrong with you?  You are my pet. When I say we walk, we walk. You need to pay attention to your master or I am going to think you aren’t trying and I will have to discipline you. Do you think if we try it again you can do it right this time?” he said all of this with a very harsh edge to his voice. It was deep and rumbling in his chest and her mouth dropped open and she just stood there looking at him.

“Am I talking a language that you don’t understand? Because I distinctly got the impression that I had asked you a question.”

“No, sir. I understood you, sir. You are not speaking a language I don’t understand. Yes, if you try it again, I will do it right. Sir. Please give me another chance,” looking down at her feet.

“Good. Now, let’s try walking. It shouldn’t be too hard. I want to show you what I have on the bed for you. I think you are going to like it very much,” and this time when he started walking she was right behind him and a little to the left, just like a dog at heel.

“Stop.”

And she stopped. On a dime. She didn’t want to disappoint him after all. Shannon had never done anything before with bondage, but she had thought of the whole bondage and discipline thing sometimes when she was fantasizing by herself. It was one of the things that she had always wanted to try and she was getting incredibly turned on by the lack of control. Not only the lack of control that she felt, but by how authoritative Dean was being and not giving her an inch.

She wanted to please him so badly, but on the other hand when he reached down and grabbed the item off the bed and brought it up right under her nose and showed it to her, she was of the opinion that it might be okay to piss him off just a little if he would really strike her with that whip with the multiple leather strips hanging about 2 feet down from the handle.

“Do you want me to let you feel this? I can warm your ass up but good with this, little girl. That what you want?” he said as he moved and trailed it up and over her shoulder letting it touch her skin all of the way down.

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir. Very good. You want me to lean you up against that wall with your legs spread apart and your hands braced on the wall so I can start warming your ass up with this. Ooh. I can hardly wait,” he whispered in her ear as he continued to run the whip across her exposed skin above her corset and then down between her legs and over her thighs and ass.

“Yes. Please.”

He tugged on the leash and her head snapped forward, “Yes. Please. What?”

“Yes. Please. Sir.”

Dean had already picked which wall he would have her lean against. He had his reasoning and it would become apparent to her when the time was right.

He pulled the leash and led her to the wall stopping about eighteen inches away from it, kicked her feet apart and pushed her forward as he told her, “Put your hands up and lean against the wall and don’t move unless I tell you it’s okay.”

Shannon assumed the position that Dean had put her in, leaning against the wall with her legs spread and her ass exposed. She was sure she would obey him and not move unless he allowed her to. She waited, but nothing happened. She continued to stand there and then she felt the caress of Dean’s hands on her rounded ass cheeks exposed completely by her thong.

She felt Dean come right up behind her and whisper in her ear as he continued to caress her ass, “Oh, your ass is so sweet. I can’t wait to see how it is going to look when it gets all red after I start in on you with this whip. Fuck, that is going to be sweet. You ready, baby?”

Shannon’s breath caught in her throat as a flood of wetness gushed from her quivering pussy. God, the waiting was incredible. She was so hot and wet just from listening to Dean talk and then whisper his intent into her ear, she had no idea how she’d react when he finally made good on his promises.

Shannon remembered herself suddenly. She had better answer him or he’d get pissed. “Yes, sir. I am ready. Please, do it,” and then at the last moment, added, “Sir.”

Dean ran the whip down her back from shoulder to ass one last time and took a large step back from her and then lifted the whip and with a flick of his wrist hit her across both cheeks of her ass, and then he looked and the strips of skin that the leather had contacted immediately turned white and raised up, and then fill with blood, turning the skin red.

‘Shit,” he thought, ‘oh fuck, I’m going to hurt her,’ as he continued to look at the welts rising on her ass. He took a step closer to her and ran his hand lightly over them and she shivered but leaned into his touch and let out a little whimper.

He was so unsure about this. He didn’t know how he could stay in his bad ass dominant role if this was actually going to hurt her. He’d never intentionally hurt a woman before and this was so far out of his comfort zone. But, he’d told her he would help her with her fantasies.

“Did that hurt? Or, did you like it?” he asked her in his non-dominant Dean voice. “Shannon, I’m not doing that again unless I know that is what you want. Right now, you tell me what you want,” totally disregarding that she had a safe word she could use any time she wanted it to stop, but he didn’t want her doing anything beyond what she wanted in some misguided attempt to please Dominant Dean.

“Yes, Sir, it hurt, but I liked it. I can take more. Thank you for asking.”

“I’m going to ask you one more time, how much more you can take, because I really don’t want to hurt you,” he stood just to her left and raised his left hand and cupped her chin and turned her face to look at him. He looked her in the eyes and said, “Answer me, Shannon and tell me the truth.”

“I want it. Maybe five times. Okay. I can handle five times, maybe even ten. Please, you won’t hurt me. It’s okay. Please, sir?  I need it. I want it.  I’m ready,” she whispered to him as she turned her head and braced herself against the wall again waiting for it.

Dean was so not okay with this, but it was what she wanted and he’d told her he would do whatever was in his power to make these things come true for her and give her all of these experiences. But, he didn’t have to like it and he didn’t have to hit her hard. He made a decision, do it and get it over with.

“Okay, get ready. You better safe word me if it’s too much,” he growled at her.

Before striking her again, he leaned down and traced the ridge of stripes with his tongue and blew on it lightly hoping it would cool her off a little. He stepped back and raised the whip and flicked his wrist again, and again, four more times in quick succession, then stopped.

“More?”

“Yes sir. I can take ten. Please.”

Jesus. He ran his hand lightly over her ass, then lifted the whip one more time and the last five he tried to spread out, so that it wasn’t too much in any one place. Consequently he got her on the top of her thighs and her lower back. After the last five were applied, he dropped the whip on the floor.

He looked at his handiwork and saw the marks criss-crossing her ass and the entirety of it turning from pink to red. He stepped up behind her and raised his hand and ran them over the marks. “You liked that, didn’t you? You are so nasty, you can’t even imagine how hot you look standing there like that with your ass all striped up and turning from pink to red. But we aren’t done yet, are we?”

And just as he told her they weren’t done yet his phone rang. He had put it in his pocket when he put the pants on after their shower.  “Stay there and don’t move,” he told her as he walked out of her bedroom and closed the door behind him.

He looked at the caller ID. It was Sam. “Hey, Sam. Where are you?”

“Parked right out in front of her house. Want to tell me what’s going on, Dean?”

“No. I’ll tell you when you get inside. Come to the door and I’ll meet you there. Be very quiet because she doesn’t know you are here and I want to keep it that way for a while longer,” Dean told his brother as he closed the phone and walked to her front door and opened it just as Sam got onto her porch.

“Okay. I’m here. Why did you want me to come over? What’s going on?” Sam looked at his brother trying to decide if something was wrong. He just couldn’t imagine why he was there.

“I need some help here, Sam,” Dean admitted to his brother.

Sam laughed. “You’ve never needed my help with a girl before. What’s changed?” Sam was actually worried that somehow Dean had stumbled onto something supernatural and this had turned into a job. But why Dean wouldn’t have just told him on the phone he had no idea. His brother also hadn’t mentioned anything about the need for weapons so his confusion was even more compounded.

Dean was standing near a box on the coffee table and told Sam, “Come here and have a look,” motioning at the open box. “That’s all her stuff.”

“Jesus. That’s all hers?” Sam looked at his brother incredulously.

“Yeah. She had this box in her closet and had never opened it before and we got to talking about fantasies and we took the box out of the closet and went through the stuff and talked about it,” Dean admitted to Sam.

“I’ll bet that was some conversation. There is an amazing variety of stuff in here.” Sam’s head was reeling. He prided himself on being fairly quick on the uptake, but Stanford Sam wasn’t quite grasping something, something important, that felt just out of reach.

“Yeah, and that isn’t all of it. Some of the stuff is in the bedroom right now. She is waiting for me. I told her not to move until I came back. She has no idea that you are here, Sam.” Dean said this all to his brother while he paced in the small living room of Shannon’s house tightening his hands into fists and then relaxing them repeatedly.

“Okay, I get it. She’s got this great box of stuff, you have her waiting for you in the bedroom, but why am I here, Dean?” Sam was getting exasperated by this point. He wished his brother would just spit it out. “What ‘s going on?”

“Sam, this is the deal. She is a good girl, but she told me she wanted to do it with two guys together. I had told her that I would do what I could to help her fulfill her fantasies. We’ve gotten off to a great start. Sam, you are the only person I would even consider doing this with and I know we’ve never done anything like this before. But I told her if I could make it happen I would and Sam, you are going to love it. She’ll make it worth your while,” Dean finished looking at his brother wondering if the sales pitch had met its mark or not.

Sam stood motionless and stared at Dean, trying to figure out if this was some elaborate joke. What he didn’t understand is why Dean had called him this morning to tell him to be available early this evening just for a joke. It started to sink in a little at this point. Dean wasn’t joking. “Where did you say she is now?”

”She is in the bedroom. She has no idea that you are here, it’s a surprise. The weekend is short so I’m combining her bondage/spanking/humiliation fantasy with the threesome fantasy. We’ve already started.”

“Are you kidding me? What do you mean you’ve already started?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding you? I’ve just gotten done whipping her ass because it was something that she wanted me to do. She is wearing a collar and a leash and I am in charge of the situation. She has agreed to do anything that I tell her to do. She wants me to take charge.”

“Y-you whipped her?” Sam stammered.

“Sam, we talked about it first. A lot. Don’t worry - we came up with a safe word if any part of the experience is too much. I gave her the option of stopping after five smacks with the whip. She wanted ten. Stayed right up against the wall braced on her hands with her ass out and her feet spread apart and waited till I finished it off.” Dean explained to Sam.

“And I’m here because of the threesome part of her fantasy, but she doesn’t know that you called me? Dean, this is pretty fucked up, even for us. Why would you even consider this?” Sam seriously questioned his brother.

“Come on Sam. It’s important. She didn’t ask me to fulfill her fantasies, Sam. I volunteered. I told her that I couldn’t think of any way I’d rather spend the weekend than to give her everything she dreamed about. This is one of the things she had her heart set on. She never thought the threesome would happen this weekend. It was my idea, and you are the only one that I would trust for this,” Dean explained to Sam earnestly.

“Wow. I really don’t know what to say. So, since last night you’ve been having fantasy sex with her?”

“Except for the part where she got me to help her plant her garden this afternoon, yeah,” Dean actually chuckled.

At this point Sam actually looked at Dean with a strange look on his face and said, “Who are you? And what did you do with my brother?”

“Jesus, Sam. I just dug a couple of holes for her. You know, you and I are hell at digging holes, all that practice and all,” Dean said with defiance, refusing to be embarrassed that Shannon had also used him for some manual labor in between the fantasy sex.

Sam put his hands up between himself and Dean, “Okay, okay. I was just asking.”

“Well, are you in or not?” Dean finally asked him. “And if you are, there are a couple of things that you need to remember.   I am in charge. I need you to be sure you don’t undermine my authority in front of her. It’s important for the whole effect. You understand me and still willing to stay?”

“Yeah. I’m intrigued. I’ll stay and I’ll have sex with her if that’s what she wants. If that’s what you want.”

“Intrigued isn’t good enough. Once you say ‘yes,’ that’s it. Just so you know, she and I have been tested recently and aren’t using condoms; I know you’re clean too. So you in?”

“I get it. Yes. Okay,” Sam confirmed for his brother to be sure that he knew that he understood the situation.

“When you come into the room she won’t see you. Don’t say anything. I want her to be surprised when she finally sees you. Come in and stand against the wall just inside the door.”

“Okay,” said Sam following Dean back into Shannon’s bedroom. The sight in front of him as he entered the room was enough to make him stagger backward and up against the wall next to the door even if those hadn’t been Dean’s instructions.

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Shot Through The Heart - Chapter One
Shot Through The Heart - Chapter Two
Shot Through The Heart - Chapter 3