Shot Through The Heart; Ch 5/7; NC-17; Dean/OFC Part A

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Title: Shot Through the Heart; Ch 5/7; NC-17 Dean/OFC
Author: softbluebuddy
Pairing: Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 10,532 (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 - Pegging - First Time

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

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Shot Through the Heart Chapter 5

Dean and Shannon were reclining on her bed, Dean’s back against the headboard and Shannon snuggling close to him under his arm with her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Dean,” Shannon whispered to Dean. These were the first actual words that they had exchanged since Sam had discreetly let himself out of her room and left the two of them alone.

Dean reached up and put is hand under her chin and tilted it up until they were looking in each other’s eyes, “You don’t have to thank me, Shannon. You know that, right?”

“But you did all of that for me, again, and I didn’t do anything for you,” she told him, just like she had the first night when she said that she had felt bad about being selfish and getting everything she wanted and him just having to go along with it.

“I thought we went over this. You are totally nuts if you don’t think that I didn’t get anything out of that and that I didn’t love it just as much, or maybe even more, than you did. Sweetheart, do you for one minute think that what we did tonight was completely one-sided?” Dean looked at her wanting her to ‘get it.’

“But…” started Shannon and she was immediately interrupted.

“But nothing. Woman, you are amazing. Being part of each of these scenarios with you and being totally in the moment and enjoying every bit of it and you showing me how much you love what we are doing is a dream come true for me. You are not afraid to enjoy yourself and tell me what you want and you aren’t playing games with me. Do you get how turned on that makes me?” Dean finished.

“Really? You don’t think there is something wrong with me for wanting you to put a collar on me, strike me with a whip, tie me up and have a threesome?” she asked him shyly.

“No, I don’t. Do you think there is something wrong with you? It’s a little late to be shy,” he told her.

“Okay, I guess I was just a little worried. I can’t believe you called your brother to come and play with us. That was quite a shock.  I swear I have never done that with two guys before. Dean, I am amazed at how creative you were putting tonight together and how much stuff we did.” Shannon, now not so shy, was determined to start talking about it a little. Tell Dean how she felt and to thank him for making it happen.

“You should have seen Sam’s face when I told him that we were combining your bondage/whipping/humiliation fantasy with the threesome and that I had just whipped your ass and you were standing in here against the wall just waiting for me to come back and tell you what to do next,” Dean told her laughing.

“Oh my god. I can’t even imagine. You were gone a long time and when you came back in I still didn’t know that we weren’t alone.”

“I told him about the collar and the leash too and that you had a safe word, but the funniest thing about the whole thing was what he said when I told him that I helped you with your garden this afternoon.”

“Really? What did he say?” Shannon asked Dean.

“That’s when he looked me right in the eye and said, ‘Okay, who are you and what did you do with my brother?’” Dean laughed out loud remembering Sam’s reaction to the gardening out of all of the things they had discussed before coming back in here.

“Seriously? That is priceless,” she joined in with his laughter. “You know, your brother seems like a really nice guy. It’s nice that you two are so close to each other.”

“Yeah, Sam is my brother, but he’s my best friend too. I’ve been responsible for him my whole life, but you know, now that we are older, he kind of has my back, too,” Dean shared with her.

“What do you mean you were responsible for him?” Shannon wanted to know.

“Our mom died when Sam was a baby. I was four years older than he was. I helped my dad with Sammy when we were kids, and then when my dad was tied up with work and stuff it was my job to be sure that Sam ate, and got to school, and did his homework and things like that,” Dean said a little uncomfortably because Winchester’s didn’t really spend much time talking about feelings to each other, and especially not to outsiders.

“Wow. I had no idea. Sam is really lucky to have you as a big brother. It is so obvious that he looks up to you. That is kind of sweet. I think he did what he did with us tonight for you.  And you did it for me,” Shannon told him giving him a squeeze.

“You are probably more right than you think. But as brothers go I’m pretty lucky, too. Sam never gave me too much trouble and he is a smart guy, went to Stanford and might go back and go to law school,” Dean had no idea why he just said that to her. What the hell was he thinking? Sam wasn’t going back to law school. Dean and Sam were hunters. That is what they did. End of story. But somehow Dean wanted her to think highly of Sam so wanted to tell her a little bit about his college background.

“Really? That’s great,” Shannon agreed.

At this point Dean pulled out one of his diversionary tactics, because the conversation was getting a little too close to home.

“Hey, were we going to eat dinner at some point? I’m starving.”

“Sure, we can eat. I know that I promised you home cooking. Do you have any preferences?” Shannon replied to Dean, noticing that any time he seemed a little uncomfortable with the direction that a conversation was going he would bring up food.

“No, whatever you make is great. Do you want any help?”

“No, I’m good, but you can hang out in the kitchen with me and I’ll get you a snack to eat while I actually cook dinner,” she told Dean as she started to climb off the bed and was suddenly stopped when Dean grabbed her arm. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to eat.”

“Wait a minute.  I’m looking at your ass. Jesus, did I do that to you? Does that hurt? How could you sit there on it? It looks like it is on fire,” Dean asked several questions at once without waiting for answers in between.

“It’s okay.  You only did what I wanted you to do. It hurts some, and yes, it is hot. As for sitting, I tried to get in one spot and not move around too much.”

“You can’t go in the kitchen cooking dinner like that. We have to clean you up and disinfect that and then rub in some kind of cooling gel or something. We’ll have to look at what you have and pick the right thing for the job. You probably didn’t get any special ‘whipped ass’ cream in that box, did you?”

“Nope. No special cream.”

About 45 minutes later Shannon and Dean were cleaned up and Dean had put some cooling cream with aloe vera on her entire ass and came back to get an extra dose on the welts on her ass, too. He had had to rub it gently all over her ass to avoid causing her any more discomfort.

Dean still couldn’t believe that she had wanted him to do that to her. It was kind of hot having her give up all control for him like that, and he did enjoy being dominant with her, but was feeling badly about her being marked up like she was. But, if it was any small comfort to him, she did not complain once while he was tending to her after care.

When they were done, she put on a thin cotton nightie without any panties. It had thin straps and was tight near her tits and flowing from her waist down to mid thigh.

“I think this is the best I can do so that I don’t get rubbed by tight clothes, I have satin and silk things, but I really think cotton is the way to go with this,” Shannon said as she showed Dean her selection.

“Looks good to me, but you always look good to me,” he told her as he pulled her in for a kiss, careful not to touch her bruised-up ass. “You are beautiful, really. So much it hurts a little when I look at you.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you are beautiful, Dean?” Shannon returned the compliment not quite sure how he would take it. Men did not necessarily like to be called beautiful.

“What? Me? No. I know I’m an all right looking guy, but I’m not beautiful. Beautiful is for girls and puppies and kittens and soft things.  And I am none of those,” Dean told her shaking his head a little.

“Dean, you look at me,” Shannon told him as she put her hands on his face and held his gaze. “You are gorgeous and are the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in my life. You are beautiful, but not in a girly way. Very masculine, but every one of your features is perfect from your beautiful green eyes with those long beautiful lashes, to your skin with all of the freckles, to your strong jaw, and your lips are the most stunning thing that I have ever seen. Seriously, you were put together exactly right. If there were a picture in the dictionary of ‘beautiful’ it would be this face right here,” she concluded emphatically standing up on her tiptoes so she could wind her hands behind his head and kiss that perfect mouth of his.

After Shannon finished kissing Dean, he said, “No one has ever said anything like that to me before. I don’t believe you. I’m just a guy. Maybe a little better than average but that’s about it,” conceding about as much as he was prepared to with that statement.

She leaned up and gave him one more little kiss, then said, “Let’s go get something to eat. All of a sudden I’m hungry, too,” Shannon told him grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the kitchen.

Dinner was very good, Dean thought to himself. It is so hard to miss something you never had, but home cooking sure beat the pants off of diner food or convenience store micro-waved crap any day.

Shannon had given him a plate of stuff to snack on while she prepared the meal. The plate had a couple of kinds of cheeses, some grapes and sliced apples and some crackers. One of the cheeses was white and kind of soft and she gave him a little knife so he could spread it on the crackers.

Shannon had busied herself at the kitchen counter preparing the rest of the meal. She was smiling to herself because Dean had started right in on the snack she had given him. She kept waiting for him to ask what kind of cheeses those were. She was fairly relieved when he hadn’t asked. It was no big deal really, since he seemed to like them both, but after being told he was beautiful, she wasn’t exactly sure how he would react to her feeding him brie.

She could just imagine him saying something completely stupid like, “Real men don’t eat brie,” like the book that was out years ago called ‘Real Men Don’t Eat Quiche,’ but he never mentioned it.

Dean sat and enjoyed his fruit and cheese and crackers thinking to himself, ‘Wow, so this is what unprocessed food tastes like. It tastes so fresh.’

Shannon was a joy to watch in the kitchen with her little white cotton nightie swirling around her tan legs at mid-thigh. She was very efficient, putting water to boil and getting out a chopping board and making a big salad and then sautéing vegetables and chicken in olive oil and after the pasta finished cooking dropping that into the huge pan of vegetables and olive oil and browning it with a little real butter in the pan. To finish it off she grated yet another kind of cheese all over it and tossed it some more and then when she plated it up put even more cheese on it.

It took her less than a half of an hour to make salad, huge plates of pasta and she had warmed some bread up in the oven while she was doing the other stuff.

She brought everything over to the table and brought Dean another beer and she re-filled her glass of wine.

“Are you kidding me? While I have been sitting here talking to you, it seems like five minutes and you cooked all of this food that quick? Who are you? Mrs. Houdini?” Dean asked her incredulously.

“What? I was cooking for about a half an hour. Hey, you get in practice and it doesn’t take so long. I’ve made this meal so many times I don’t really even have to think about it. Now, if I tried to make you something that I had never made before, that would be a different story,” she explained to Dean as she gingerly sat down. She had had the forethought to bring in a couple of towels and had folded them onto her chair to protect her whipped ass from being too uncomfortable during dinner, and the Advil that she took was starting to take the edge off a little.

She was actually still really turned on because every time she felt a twinge of pain in her ass she remembered standing with her feet two feet away from the wall, shoulder width apart and Dominant Dean whipping her ass good. How in control he was and she was so submissive wearing a collar and attached to a leash that he held in his hands, just like the complete control he had over her during the entire scene. It was perfect, she remembered wistfully as she sat down.

Dean waited for her to seat herself before starting in on the meal. “This is very good. You eat a lot of vegetables and fruits. Everything that you made including the snack tastes so good. I almost forgot what real food tastes like. Thanks for going to all of the trouble,” he told her sincerely.

“No trouble at all. Plus, I needed to eat anyway. It really isn’t any harder cooking for two people than it is for one person. I do try to use as many fresh ingredients as I can when I cook. I’m glad that you like it,” she explained as they ate and chatted comfortably through the meal.

At the end of the meal, Dean asked her if she would at least let him do the dishes and she told him they could do them together, but she wanted to ask him something first. After telling her to ask away, he sat back to hear what was on her mind. When Shannon had an idea it always turned into something interesting. He could hardly wait. Dean picked up his beer and had another drink.

“What I was thinking,” she told him while she scooted her chair closer to his and leaned over and kissed him, “Is that I want to fuck you.”

He choked on his beer and said to her, “You have been fucking me almost non-stop for 24 hours. Other than sleeping and planting your garden I thought that’s what we had been doing.”

“Oh, we’ve been fucking alright. Each other.” And she leaned in and kissed him again, sucking on his sexy, pouting bottom lip and then slipping her tongue partway inside until he was kissing her back, “But baby, I want to fuck you. I want to make you feel so good, like you’ve made me feel. I want you to want me inside you.  I want that so much.”

“I’ve never done that before, and I really don’t see that happening. Putting your fingers in me while you had melted ice cream all over my dick was one thing, but I really don’t think that I want you to stick a dildo in my ass,” he told her in no uncertain terms.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I promise that I’ll go slow. I’ll give you a massage and we’ll take our time getting you ready. I promise that I won’t hurt you and if you want me to stop I will. I want to get you so wound up that you are practically begging for it,” she explained as she was rubbing her hand on his upper thigh and looking at him earnestly.

“You have one little problem with that scenario, Shannon. I don’t beg.”

She looked at him and started laughing. She couldn’t stop laughing because something had struck her pretty damned funny and when she was finally able to get the laughter under control she looked at him with a huge smile on her face and a couple of tears running down her cheeks.

Dean looked right back at her and said, “Are you laughing at me, or something that I said?”

“Oh yeah, I am totally laughing at something you said,” she told him with a smile.

“Mind sharing what is so funny?” he said using some of that Dominant Dean voice that he had used during their earlier scenario.

“Sure. Do you remember when you met me at the firing range, how I was a very good shot? You only get that way with practice and being competitive. I never back down from a challenge. You just challenged me, ‘I don’t beg.’ Could that have been you waving a red flag in front of my face any more clearly? Dean, it is going to be so fun breaking you down to the point that you do beg me to fuck you.”

‘Oh shit,’ thought Dean, ‘me and my big mouth.’ Sammy always said that is what got him into trouble all the time.

Dean knew he wouldn’t deny her anything she wanted, but he wasn’t going to be a pushover. He knew he would give in, but decided to play hard to get to see exactly how much she was willing to do to make him beg. Then when he was ready he’d ask her for it. The fun would be in seeing how creative she was going to be, ’cause when she had her two fingers in his ass last night and rubbing across his prostate, well, that was awesome.

“I’m going to get a massage and then what?” Dean asked her innocently, acting as though he was still struggling with the prospect of having a dildo put in his ass for the first time. It was his first time but it was her fantasy and he trusted that she wouldn’t hurt him and that she would stop if he wanted her to.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know, but it will have to be good if you think I am going to beg. Because I just don’t see that happening,” Dean told her acting for all the world like it was something that he would never do. Kind of wave that red flag in front of her a little more.

“I guess I can think about it while we do the dishes. Maybe I’ll go in and have another look in that box before we start the massage. Perhaps I’ll find some inspiration in there,” she told him with a smile on her face. “Let’s get the kitchen cleaned up first. There’s no rush, is there?”

“Hey, I’m not in a hurry. I wouldn’t mind having that massage though. I don’t ever do gardening and that would feel great on my back.”

They finished the dishes and Shannon asked Dean if he wanted his massage right away or if he minded them kicking back and watching a little television. He told her watching TV was fine. They ended up finding a comedy movie that was just getting ready to come on cable and watched that. Shannon was lying partly on her stomach and partly on her side with her head in Dean’s lap so that she wasn’t putting a bunch of pressure on her bruised ass.

Dean rubbed her shoulders and ran his fingers through her hair while he was relaxing and watching the movie. This was so nice and comfortable. How easy it would be to get used to a life like this. Having a little house with a nice yard and a BBQ, a beautiful woman who could cook and shoot, loved to have sex, was funny and charming and looked at him like he was the best thing in the world. This could become addicting very quickly. Dean just couldn’t imagine what an asshole the old boyfriend must have been to be so willing to walk away from this girl. He had joked about it at the firing range, but really, this girl was perfect. He had all of these thoughts as he absently continued touching her constantly as she lay with her head in his lap.

‘Oh shit. Not again. Got to stop thinking what-ifs,’ Dean told himself. ‘Sex. Great sex. Home cooking. Leaving Monday. End of story.’

Dean spent the rest of the movie continuing to fondle Shannon, but got his mind onto the comedy and they were both laughing out loud. When the movie got over Shannon pushed herself up off of Dean’s lap and said, “Ready for your massage?”

“Sure.”

“You know I looked in the box and found a couple of things. And since you are pretty sure of yourself, you know about the not begging and all, it’s probably okay if I bring them in. Since we won’t be using them or anything,” she told him with a little smirk on her face.

“Knock yourself out. Since we won’t be using them and all,” he agreed smiling back at her.

“Well, I had planned on letting you pick, but since you don’t really think it’s going to happen, I guess you don’t mind if I pick, do you?” she asked him with that smile still on her face and her eyes shining with amusement.

“Don’t mind if you pick what?” he asked, starting to wonder if he should be worried.

“Geez, Dean. I am so sorry to tell you that the strap on came as a starter set and three different options for the dildo. Since you aren’t really thinking that I can get you to beg, you probably don’t mind if I grab the big one?” smile still in place.

“The big one? How big is it?” he gulped, now realizing that the wondering about being worried was probably a very valid response at this point.

She stuck her hand into the box that they had moved to the floor when they turned on the movie and took out a Doc Johnson starter kit that had a leather harness and three different sized dildos. They were all pretty big, if you asked Dean, since he’d never had anything in his butt before except a couple of fingers.

“I’m not admitting that I am going to beg, and I’m not admitting to being nervous or scared, but maybe you don’t need to bring that big one. Okay?” he asked her nervously despite his claim to not be nervous.

“Fair enough. I’ll bring the harness, the middle one, maybe the little one to help get you ready and the massage oil. I think that’s it. Oh, and lube, lots of lube. Maybe the small plug too. I want you to be open and all relaxed. I think that this is a process, not a snap the fingers kind of thing, don’t you?”

“Jesus. I can’t believe we are having this conversation.”

“You mean about pegging? I have read stuff about it and it totally turned me on. And it’s not gay or anything. Lots of guys let their wives do it and it totally doesn’t mean anything like you are going to run out of here Monday and start looking for every dick in town to fuck you. It’ll just be you and me and no one else is going to know.”

“Great. Not saying it’s going to happen, but great. That is just so many kinds of reassuring,” he told her.

Shannon had told Dean to go ahead and wait in the living room and watch television while she got the bedroom set up for his massage.

She went into her room, and knowing that she planned on using lots of massage oil and lube for Dean’s comfort, put an old blanket on top of her comforter and then a sheet she didn’t care about on top of that. That way if they got ruined, she could just throw them away.

Next, she found several candles that she had in a cabinet in her bathroom. She brought them out and placed them strategically around the bedroom so that when she turned off the lights there would be plenty of ambient light and it would be easy to see what they were doing. She put candles in front of every mirrored surface in the room so that it would magnify the amount of light put out.

She also had a very relaxing new age type of CD, similar to the type of music that was played by the masseuse that she went to occasionally. She put that in her Bose CD player and turned it on low.

Shannon laid several items on the bedside table in easy reach; massage oil, lube, and the small butt plug. She had never worn a strap-on before, but she wanted Dean to see it and know she was wearing it the entire time that she massaged him, never mistaking her intent at all.

She went into her bathroom and even though she had tormented Dean by claiming first she would use the large dildo in the harness, then the medium sized one, she decided since it was his first time that she would use the one that was just a little bit smaller. It was purple of all things and even had balls attached to the bottom where it slid through the harness, the balls making it stay in position.

She slid into the harness while looking at herself in the mirror. ‘Holy crap, that is so hot. Oh my god, I have a dick. Sure it’s a purple dick, but damn, look at me,’ she thought, wondering what Dean’s reaction would be when he saw her in nothing but the leather strap on harness with the purple latex dildo and a pair of high heeled shoes.

Leaving the bathroom and going back into her bedroom, she took one last look around and decided that everything was in readiness for first the massage then the pegging. She totally smiled to herself then. She could not believe how this weekend was turning out. Dean had been the perfect lover giving her everything she had ever fantasized about, and then some. He didn’t appear to be too eager to have her use the strap-on in his ass, but when she was eating that ice cream off his cock and she had her fingers in his ass he was totally digging that.

The trick was going to be to get him worked up like that again and then take it slowly. She had the idea that it would be like a high school boy at the prom talking his prom date out of her virginity. Dean did have a virgin ass, so she was going to be trying to talk him into giving it up to her. Not only him being willing to give it up to her, but begging her to fuck him in the ass. She had a few ideas for making that happen.

With a smile on her face, she went back into the living room where Dean was sitting on the end of the couch watching something mindless on the television.

“Are you ready for your massage?” she asked him innocently watching his face when he turned to see her in her strap-on and heels.

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