Sin Wagon Fic #8: Got You Where I Want You (1/2)
Series: Sin Wagon
Fic: #8: Got You Where I Want You
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Dean decides to play dirty.
“You want to what?”
Dean watched Chloe’s eyes widen a little and he smirked. “You heard me, Chlo.” He held up the handcuffs.
She stared at him.
He moved toward her. “Admit it. The thought of being completely at my mercy is appealing.”
Her cheeks flushed. “It’s not entirely without appeal,” she grumbled.
His grin widened and he ducked his head, brushing his lips against her earlobe. “So is that a yes?”
She shivered a little and looked up at him, hint of resignation in her voice when she responded, though her eyes were glittering with anticipation. “Where do you want me?”
Five most awesome words he’d ever heard.
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Sometimes Chloe wondered how she got herself into these things. Currently “these things” were defined as being handcuffed to the headboard of Dean’s motel bed, ankles bound to the bedposts with silk scarves (which he apparently kept stored in the trunk of his Impala along with his arsenal of demon killing weapons), and she was blindfolded so she couldn’t see a damn thing.
“So there’s this theory.” She heard his voice a few feet away. “About how if you deprive the body of one of its senses, the other four are heightened. I wanna find out if that’s true.” She could hear the smile in his voice, felt the bed shift, and literally sensed him leaning over her.
“What are you-”
Oh.
Ohh.
Chloe swallowed hard, feeling heat sweep over her.
God help her.
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Dean let his gaze linger on her body’s curves, currently hidden by her button-down red blouse and knee-length black skirt. As had become their routine over the last couple weeks, she’d come to his room straight after work.
He swallowed hard, reaching out and gently resting his hand against her stomach. “So…we’ve got a couple things to talk about.”
“You hogtied me so we could talk? Color me very disappointed, Winchester.”
Dean couldn’t help but smirk. One of the things he liked most about her was her unfailing ability to come up with smartass replies even faster than he could.
“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. The talking’s just a prologue.”
She sighed. “All right.”
He grinned at the impatience in her voice. “Well, see, I’ve been here a little over three months. Fortunately, there’s a lot of weird shit in Kansas that needs killin’.”
She tensed beneath him a little. “You’re leaving.”
“No,” he said quickly, sliding his fingers just under the material of her shirt and touching her skin. “But this motel sucks. And it’s getting expensive.”
Chloe shifted a little. “Are you trying to wheedle your way into my apartment?” she teased.
“Is it working?” He leaned down, undoing the bottom two buttons of her shirt and parting the material. He nuzzled her stomach, placing a kiss against her skin and smirking when he heard her breath catch.
“What…do you think?”
“I think I have you right where I want you. In more ways than one.”
TBC...
Fic: #8: Got You Where I Want You
Pairing: Chloe/Dean
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Dean decides to play dirty.
“You want to what?”
Dean watched Chloe’s eyes widen a little and he smirked. “You heard me, Chlo.” He held up the handcuffs.
She stared at him.
He moved toward her. “Admit it. The thought of being completely at my mercy is appealing.”
Her cheeks flushed. “It’s not entirely without appeal,” she grumbled.
His grin widened and he ducked his head, brushing his lips against her earlobe. “So is that a yes?”
She shivered a little and looked up at him, hint of resignation in her voice when she responded, though her eyes were glittering with anticipation. “Where do you want me?”
Five most awesome words he’d ever heard.
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Sometimes Chloe wondered how she got herself into these things. Currently “these things” were defined as being handcuffed to the headboard of Dean’s motel bed, ankles bound to the bedposts with silk scarves (which he apparently kept stored in the trunk of his Impala along with his arsenal of demon killing weapons), and she was blindfolded so she couldn’t see a damn thing.
“So there’s this theory.” She heard his voice a few feet away. “About how if you deprive the body of one of its senses, the other four are heightened. I wanna find out if that’s true.” She could hear the smile in his voice, felt the bed shift, and literally sensed him leaning over her.
“What are you-”
Oh.
Ohh.
Chloe swallowed hard, feeling heat sweep over her.
God help her.
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Dean let his gaze linger on her body’s curves, currently hidden by her button-down red blouse and knee-length black skirt. As had become their routine over the last couple weeks, she’d come to his room straight after work.
He swallowed hard, reaching out and gently resting his hand against her stomach. “So…we’ve got a couple things to talk about.”
“You hogtied me so we could talk? Color me very disappointed, Winchester.”
Dean couldn’t help but smirk. One of the things he liked most about her was her unfailing ability to come up with smartass replies even faster than he could.
“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. The talking’s just a prologue.”
She sighed. “All right.”
He grinned at the impatience in her voice. “Well, see, I’ve been here a little over three months. Fortunately, there’s a lot of weird shit in Kansas that needs killin’.”
She tensed beneath him a little. “You’re leaving.”
“No,” he said quickly, sliding his fingers just under the material of her shirt and touching her skin. “But this motel sucks. And it’s getting expensive.”
Chloe shifted a little. “Are you trying to wheedle your way into my apartment?” she teased.
“Is it working?” He leaned down, undoing the bottom two buttons of her shirt and parting the material. He nuzzled her stomach, placing a kiss against her skin and smirking when he heard her breath catch.
“What…do you think?”
“I think I have you right where I want you. In more ways than one.”
TBC...