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You’d had a shitty day. Plain and simple.
College wasn’t well. . . “Working out” for lack of a better term and you’d had it. Part of you was thinking that shoving as much of your shit in your car and driving until the piece of crap broke down, didn’t really seem all that bad.
Uprooting your life and just starting over. Yeah that sounded great.
Somewhere you didn’t recognize a single soul. . .
It seemed ridiculous that at 19 years old, you were already fantasizing about "etchi sketching" your life, but it was honestly how you felt. All of this you were contemplating while you sat at a stop sign on a deserted crossroad.
You must’ve cruised at least 10 miles or so out of town, driving aimlessly was a sort of stress relief for you. Lately though it wasn’t doing the trick. At this point you either needed to get in a brutal fight, or have some mind blowing sex.
“Yeah I’ll get right on that,” you snorted at yourself. The night was dark, your dim headlights only illuminated the gravel road about 15 feet in front of you, the rest of your surroundings were all shapes and tall corn fields.
Since the road was so deserted, you threw your shabby ride into park and laid your head heavily on the steering wheel with a dejected sigh. Maybe you could just live out in one of these corn fields for the rest of your life. . . Avoid the harvesting tractors as long as you could and then move to the next.
“How desperate can you get ?” you asked yourself.
Under the curtain of your (h/c) hair, you must have missed the headlights shining brightly behind you. You weren’t sure how long they sat there when a loud horn ripped through the quiet country night, with no warning whatsoever.
The sudden noise evoked a surprised scream from your throat, and you sat up so quickly your head bounced off of the hard driver seat headrest.
“Fuck!” you cried out at the disorienting pain, and another honk blared in your ears.
“Hey move that piece of crap, some of us have places to be!” Came a rough very masculine voice from the car behind you. That was it. You were so fucking done with this shit. People everywhere thought they could walk all over you because you were small, cute, and female but you’d had enough!
Hello this guy hasn’t even seen you! He probably thinks your some drunk hick! A voice called somewhere in the back of your mind, and you were about to listen and leave when the asshole behind you yelled again,
“Where the fuck did you learn how to drive! Get a move on asshole!” he roared angrily.
As if pure psychotic rage took over your body, you twisted the key and yanked it from the ignition, completely forgetting to turn off your lights, and flung your door open. You swung your legs out of the car, and swiftly marched to the front of his, squinting slightly against the his bright headlights.
His car was a classic Chevy Impala, shiny and black, and quite frankly one of the sexiest cars you’d ever stood next to. He clearly cared about it a lot, and you were feeling reckless.
“You like to yell at strangers, huh?” you cried, not really caring about how stupid the words coming out were. “Well guess what? You messed with the wrong bitch today, you bastard!”
Without much thinking involved you lifted your heel clad foot and shoved the point of it into his stupid bright headlight with as much force as you could muster. The heel snapped off in the headlight, which shattered in a satisfying show of violence.
The satisfaction only lasted about two seconds though, when you realized the man - the now horrifyingly pissed off man - was already out of his car and absolutely fuming. Oh shit.
“You broke my fucking headlight,” his voice was so calm that shivers tingled down your spine. But then, “You broke my FUCKING HEADLIGHT!” you jumped about a foot in the air when he yelled, and an embarrassing yelp escaped your lips.
“I - I’m,” your mouth was open, but you couldn’t get any words out. The stranger raised his eyebrows expectantly, if not a hair tauntingly, and took a step forward,
“You’re - you’re. . . What?” he mimicked your stutter, looking like an absolute psycho. Oh man he really cares about his car. With the heel of your shoe broken you limped backward to the good headlight, not-so-discreetly putting the car between the two of you.
You squared your small shoulders,
“Well you shouldn’t be yelling at strangers, you never know who you might piss off.” your voice was much more confident than you felt. He relaxed his shoulders abruptly, and you watched his eyes as they travelled up and down your body.
Naturally you crossed your arms over your chest, but you really looked at him for the first time. He looked to be about 10 inches taller than you, older than you. . .in his 30’s maybe, and strong - very strong -, and now that you were actually looking, perhaps the most gorgeous man you’d ever fucking seen.
Those beautiful green eyes were narrowed at you, and you snapped out of it when he gave you a level look.
“And you think it’s a good idea to fuck with a stranger’s ride in the middle of nowhere, huh?” he dramatically shifted his eyes around the countryside as if looking for something, “A little girl like you, out here all alone? What are you. . . like 19 maybe?” Not old enough to know better apparently.
You gulped audibly and your face heated up when he smirked, clearly happy with himself for making you feel vulnerable.
“Are you threatening me mister?” your slight southern drawl escaped on that one, and your voice quaked a little bit. Get it together . “Cause I would hate to see what would happen if you were.”
His jaw clenched visibly, the masculine tick made your knees weak.
“Is that right?” he ground out, clearly not happy with you doing the threatening. You knew you were digging a hole, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. . . You felt alive for the first time in months, and you weren’t about to give up this thrilling high so quickly.
So very slowly, you removed your useless shoe and tossed it into the ditch, then removed your good heel and waved it around tauntingly.
“Don’t you even think about it sweetheart,” he warned, his voice so low it made your stomach flutter. Again blocking out all survival instincts you sent the sharp heel flying into the working headlight, and again it shattered, but your shoe didn’t break that time.
“Hey!” he shouted and lunged at you with such speed, that only your instinctive flinch got you just out of his reach. Then you took off to the back of his car, heel still in hand, and smashed the right taillight.
“God dammit!” oh fuck he was right behind you, but you were in too deep to surrender now. There was no telling what he might do if you stopped running, he was a stranger after all.
With that in mind you flung your shoe into the last working taillight and focused all of your energy on making it back to your shitty car.
“You’re so fucking dead!” you screamed at how close his voice was, and flung yourself into the front seat, slamming the door and miraculously managing to lock it just before he reached it.
Wasting no more time you shoved the key into the ignition and twisted, so close to sweet escape that you were actually laughing.
Click. Nothing. You tried turning the key again, smile dying on your lips.
Click.
Nothing.
Your blood froze in your veins and for the first time you were actually more than a little frightened.
“Looks like someone forgot to shut off her lights. . ain’t that a bitch.” you looked up at him through the window with wide (e/c) eyes, suspecting your newfound fear must have shone right through.
You twisted the key one more time frantically and got the same results, in a rush of emotion you banged your hands on the wheel and screamed. The man seemed to wait for your tantrum to pass,
“Get out of the car,” he growled, “time to face some consequences kiddo.” there was no way your were willingly getting out of the car. You slowly looked up at him through the dirty glass again, he had a soft misleading smile on his face that would’ve looked inviting to a girl who hadn’t mangled his Impala.
Gulping you shook your head slowly,
“Please go away,” your voice had gotten so small as you realized just how deep you had buried yourself, “I’m really sorry I broke your lights, I - I just had a bad day. . .” Those eyes.
There was something behind them, something dangerous that normally would have driven you wild, but right now all they made you want to do was run. His white teeth flashed brightly in the darkness, and his deep chuckle made you jump.
His hands were now shoved casually in his army green jacket, and he leaned back with a smile on his face too look at the stars,
“Last chance to come out here, babe.” he said with a false sense of kindness, “I’m getting you out one way or the other, nobody messes with Baby and just drives off into the sunset. No way.”
Swiveling your head you saw nothing but darkness, you were completely alone and honestly feeling desperate now.
“I said I was sorry, what more do you want?” you cried, “I’ll - I’ll pay for the damages, just please leave!” This situation was escalating quickly, and you wished to Hell you had just driven straight home from work.
Without warning his elbow connected hard with the glass, startling you out of your thoughts. Cracks spidered out from where he hit it, and you immediately dove into the passenger seat to protect your head.
Laying on your side across the front seat you scrunched your legs up to your chest until you were curled into a ball on the passenger seat. Another blow to the window made you squeak and hug your knees tighter, he was going to get into the car. . .
That much was clear, but what really scared you was what he would do after. Time to face some consequences? What does that mean? By the third hit the glass shattered and you screamed as thick glass rained around you.
Peeking out from under your arms, you watched paralyzed while he jerked the door handle and ripped the door the rest of the way open.
Instead of immediately dragging you from the car like you expected he would, he propped one arm on the roof, one on the open door and leaned down to look at your frozen body on the seat.
The only sounds were your heavy breathing, and your heartbeat pounding in your ears. It seemed like he knew that the longer he watched you like that, the more your fear grew. So when he finally reached for your ankle, you practically shrieked and tried to scramble away from him.
“No, no don’t touch me! Please let me go!” he grinned, seemingly pleased with himself, and you had to choke back frightened sobs. His large rough hand wrapped completely around your ankle and he pulled you halfway out the door with fluid ease, ignoring your squeaking and yelling.
You beat at his chest when he basically bear hugged you, but it didn’t faze him as he lifted you from the car.
“Get off of me!” you screeched. The big man slammed you into the side of your car so hard it sent breath whooshing from your lungs, and you gasped for air, trying to curl away from him.
With him being so close, you really felt how much bigger than you he was, how much stronger. How absolutely fucked you would be if he decided he wanted to hurt you. The realization that he could do whatever he pleased made you start to panic, you began to shake with helplessness and you brought your hands up weakly to cover your eyes of all things. Who the fuck does that?
You heard him snort and you flinched away from him, barely suppressing a whimper,
“You know I thought you’d be a Hell of a lot braver,” you could hear the laughter dancing in his deep voice, “especially with that show you put on, fucking up my car, thought I’d caught myself a wild one. . . Guess I was wrong.”
He tilted your face up to his with a surprisingly gentle finger, and you looked up into his green eyes through your teary ones. They were flashing with something, as if he was daring you to make a move. . . So you did.
Summoning up your remaining dignity you spat directly in his face, immediately regretting your decision when you saw his expression. There was a tight smile on his face, and he blinked rapidly a few times.
“There she is,” he mumbled quietly to himself. You shrunk back against the car, sensing that you were only experiencing the calm before the storm. The fingers that were holding your chin up wiped across his face, collecting the moisture, and then he did something that made your heart stop.
The man licked his fingers clean. Thoroughly.
All while boring those hooded green eyes into yours. Despite yourself the visual made your eyes glaze over, and you felt your face heat up when you realized he could probably tell. Your knees went weak as he sucked two thick digits between those full lips.
He kept his mouth slightly open so you could watch that soft pink tongue work over them and between them, all you could do was think about what else that mouth must be good at.
The idea had you absently rubbing your thighs together, attempting to get some friction down below. His eyes travelled down, noticing your movement before you did.
“Oh no honey, none of that.” you froze and he chuckled, “you haven’t even been punished for wreckin Baby yet.” you felt heat pool between your thighs at the suggestion in his voice.
What’s happening to me? This guy wants to hurt me! Hello?!
Your eyes widened as you remembered yourself, and he rolled his eyes at your sudden change in attitude.
“Oh relax kid,” he grumbled sounding a little irritated. When he jerked you off of your car, you started to panic again and tears built back up behind your eyes,
“Wait stop, let go of me!” you pulled at your arm, but his grip wasn’t budging. You dug your bare heels into the dirt road, wincing when sharp gravel scraped at your skin. He was pulling you roughly to his car, and you finally let go of the sobs you’d been holding in,
“Stop please!” you begged the man, “Please don’t hurt me!” you sobbed and fought although your strength was weakening rapidly, but he stopped outside the back door and turned to you with a smirk on his face.
“Please don’t hurt me. . .what?” he looked down on you, knowingly intimidating you with your difference in size. You were at a loss.
“I’m waiting.” he raised his eyebrows and it clicked,
“Um. . .Pl -please don’t hurt me. . .Sir?” you whispered fearfully, unsure it was what he wanted, but a smile broke across his features. He was pleased.
“Good girl,” he praised in a rough voice, and glanced away to open the back door. When he felt you stiffen again he said, “Calm down I’m not gonna hurt ya. . . Well much.”
“What?” you squeaked and pulled on him again, earning a dark chuckle from the man.
“Oh don’t worry babe, you’ll love it. I promise.” with that he slid into the back seat and pulled you down with him, not even bothering to close the door.
You were over his lap with your ass in the air in seconds, staring at the floor that was only inches from your face now. The feeling of rough hands bunching up your dress, prompted you to struggle.
Kicking out and scratching at the floor, proved to be useless once he pinned you to his lap with a heavy arm braced across your back, and one barring the back of your knees. Warm full lips pressed against your ass, and you jerked.
He planted kisses across your sensitive skin that had you whimpering, when his teeth grazed across a cheek you moaned loudly.
“Does my little slut like that?” Oh God what’s happening to me?
“Y-yes,” you whimpered wantonly. A sharp swat landed on your ass and you cried out at the sudden sting,
“Yes what?” the hard edge to his voice only added to your arousal,
“Oh God. . . Yes Sir,” you groaned while he rubbed the sting away. You found yourself pushing up into his palm, Jesus you were so horny. You had no idea you needed this so much,
“Now how many times do you think you deserve to be spanked for smashing my headlights, baby?”
“How ever many you think Daddy,” your eyes flew open when you realized what you just said,
“Oh fuck honey,” he shifted on the seat and you felt his excitement pressing on your belly, you moaned at the feeling. “I think my little girl needs 20, how does that sound?”
“Please Daddy,” you ground against his erection, and his hand came down hard on your ass.
“Ahh!” you cried out,
“Count slut,” he commanded and brought his hand down on the other cheek, you squealed,
“Two!” you couldn’t believe how much this turned you on, nothing like this had ever been done to you before. By hit five your eyes were watering a little from the stinging, but the man began to talk to distract you,
“So little girl. . .” another slap and you counted like a good girl, “wanna know all the things I’m gonna do to my little slut?” another spank,
“Nine! Yes, yes Daddy!” you practically sobbed. You squealed when he tore away your lace panties, and ran two fingers across your throbbing sex,
“Fuck girl you’re already so wet for me, you smell so good.” you tried to push against his fingers but he took them away. His hand came down again, the sharpness more prominent without your panties, but holy shit it felt amazing.
“T-ten. . .” you were latched onto his leg with a death grip, “please touch me Sir.”
“Not yet baby,” another blow, “Can’t wait to taste you bitch, oh fuck can’t wait to fit my tongue deep in your wet little cunt.” that shot straight through your sopping heat, and you bucked on his lap,
“Oh please. . .Need it. . .Please!” you begged shamelessly, you needed him to touch you. Smack!
“Is my little slut counting?” he warned,
“Fifteen,” you panted. How could this be turning you on so much? His hand came down again and you screamed without a thought, “Fuck harder!” He groaned and obliged, spanking your sensitive skin so hard you were writhing in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
The next three took so long you thought you were going to black out from sheer horniness.
“How you feeling babe?” he asked softly when he was done, “Daddy, wasn’t too rough on his baby girl was he?” he was rubbing your backside that was probably cherry red by now, and you felt him plant a soft kiss to each cheek,
“No your little slut feels amazing,” you could feel how much that particular pet name turned him on, so you ventured to use it.
“Oh yeah? You think you’ve been a good girl?” there was a smile in his voice, “Want me to eat you out? Would you like that?” the fucker knew you would like that,
“Yes. . . Oh God please Sir!” you were nodding frantically, and your sex pulsed at the thought of him doing anything like that to you.
“Well since you beg so nicely,” he swiftly pushed you to your feet so you were standing outside of the car, then he swung his legs so he was sitting in front of you, his face level with your sex.
Holding eye contact with you, he reached out and lifted your left leg, propping your foot high up on the inside door handle so you were spread wide for him. Your right knee almost buckled when the cool night air ghosted across your folds, and as his face slowly drew nearer obscene whimpers began pouring from your lips.
He continued to stare up at you when he planted a single soft kiss to your pussy with those warm beautiful lips, and you bucked up toward his face only to have him pull away with a wicked grin.
“Please Daddy please!” you begged breathlessly, “Eat me oh God - lick me Sir!”
“Fuck. You got it babe,” you tired to watch him, but as soon as you felt his hot open mouth on you, there was no way you could keep your eyes open. He licked hard, lapping up your juices at your opening, and pulling long licks all the way up your slit. But everytime he bypassed the place you most needed him to touch.
You were practically sobbing with pleasure, arching your back and pushing against his greedy mouth, you’d never imagined a man actually existed who so blatantly enjoyed tasting you. Naturally your fingers pushed into his hair to attempt to hold him closer into you,
“No touching.” you felt his lips move against you while he spoke, “unless baby girl wants Daddy to stop.” hearing him used the title sparked yet another wave of desire through you, so after flailing your arms desperately for a moment, you reached forward to grip the roof of the Impala and he got right back to eating you.
There was no denying how much he was loving it either, his primal growls and hungry moans were rumbling through your core, causing your entire body to spasm with pleasure. The wet noises his mouth was making on you pussy only added to your lust filled craze.
“Who’s the boss, bitch?” he grumbled into your core. You almost couldn’t form words, but you managed to whine,
“You - oh God you are - You’re the boss! Feels so good Sir. . .” As soon as his tongue finally hit your clit, you got loud, crying out as he focused on that little bundle of nerves. He pushed his face so firmly against you that you started to stumble back a little, but his hands flashed out with lightning speed under your thighs and gripped your ass.
He used his reach to pull your pussy more firmly against his stubbled face and you screamed at the amazing feeling of his course hairs scratching the insides of your thighs. He growled and lifted his mouth away only long enough to say,
“Hold on.” and he lifted you off of the ground, your thighs forced onto his shoulders by his forearms, and his hands on your ass supporting you from falling backward. He was standing, tongue still swirling between your thighs, hitting all the right places.
You flailed your arms feeling like you might fall backward when he started walking, then latched your fingers into his hair, the only place you could really grab. He growled into your sex while he walked to the back of the Impala, and you screamed at the sensation,
“Oh God I’m so close fuck please!” you babbled. Then he was slamming you backward onto the metal trunk, holding your legs open so wide your knees touched the cold metal on either side of you,
“Jesus you taste so good babydoll,” he growled, “you wanna come babe?”
“Yes Daddy please let me come, I wanna come all over your face. . . Daddy - please!” he ran two thick fingers down your slit and slowly worked them into your wet heat, your hands were kneading his hair feverishly and attempting to pull him closer. Even with just two fingers you felt full,
“My little slut’s so tight,” in no time he was pumping them quickly in and out twisting and turning in time with his hot mouth on your clit. You chanced a look down on him and noticed that his other arm was moving as well and he was groaning loudly, but the arm disappeared behind the edge of the Impala.
It took you a few seconds to realize what he was doing and then it hit you. He’s jerking off.
The man was eating you out and jerking off simultaneously.
You moaned loudly at the look of bliss on his face, and the image of how you two must look popping into your mind. Feeling a little useless you attempted to reach down to where he was working himself, but he batted you away with a growl,
“I said no touching bitch,” Delicious tingling pressure was igniting inside of you, centered on your core and building so rapidly that you were panting and mewling like a crazy person.
“Wanna - Wanna feel you Sir,” you whimpered needily and you felt him smile against you,
“Later baby.” was he husky reply. You were at the edge, arching off of the trunk onto his fingers when he curled them inside of you and hit a spot that previous men had such a hard time finding,
“Oh my God!” you screamed as he expertly ran his rough thick fingers over your G-spot over and over. He sucked your clit into his mouth, swirled his tongue simultaneously, and you were gone. Nothing else existed besides what he was doing between your legs, it was like you were blacking out, unable to perceive anything besides pleasure.
You came down slowly, and were surprised to find the man licking you gently through your orgasm until your body stopped spasming. He had clearly come as well and was shuddering minutely post climax, you felt a little disappointed that he didn’t let you help out with that.
“Fuck baby you are loud,” he grinned up at you from between your thighs, that was a view you could get used to. He slid his fingers still wet with your juices into his mouth and you watched him suck them clean. He removed them with a loud pop,
“You taste good sweetie, sorry for dragging that out, but I could’ve done that for hours.” you looked at him like he was crazy, he’d just given you the most mind blowing orgasm of your life.
Feeling a little brave you twisted slightly and gripped the wrist he’d used to pleasure himself and pulled it to your face, not breaking eye contact, you ran your tongue over his fingers that were still wet with his come. He inhaled slightly while he watched you, his pupils dilating, and after a minute or two of your show he drew his hand away with a grin.
“You’re sexy,” he said simply in that gravelly voice of his. He seemed to be thinking of something, with his face still inches away from your dripping pussy like it was no big deal,
“What’s your name sugar, I wanna know before I fuck your brains out.” you shivered loving the sound of that,
“ ,” you said sounding completely wrecked, “your’s?” he grinned widely,
“Name’s Dean,” he gave you a wink that made you want to pass out, “Dean Winchester.”
Wow, what a name. . .