It didn't really feel like falling asleep. It felt more like passing out. The bed wasn't exactly spacious, and we were lying pressed against each other. When I awoke from my stupor in the middle of the day, I felt his arm wrapped around my waist from behind. My back was snuggly pressed against his broad chest. Even if I had had the strength to get up, I wouldn't be able to get away without alarming him. Clever bastard. I fell back into the darkness, my body still weak from the blood loss.
The next time I woke up, I was alone. I slowly sat up; my head wasn't spinning anymore. The silence around me made me nervous. I looked around for my clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. On the wall next to the door hung a bathrobe with the logo of the lounge on it. That would have to do, at least until I found my clothes. I got up a little to fast and almost doubled over. Holding on to the nearest wall I tried to get my balance back. After a few deep breaths I felt steady again and managed to reach the bathrobe.
The door creaked when I opened it. If Dean was anywhere near, now he would know that I left the room. My clothes were lying in a wet heap on the floor next to the shower. Normally that wouldn't be a problem. I would just dry them with my powers, but I still felt very weak. Using my powers again might make me pass out. The car was parked quite a while from the airport. Inside were more clothes of mine but walking there in a bathrobe didn't feel particularly exciting. Where was Dean when you needed him? At least my boots were mostly dry, and I slipped into them.
Nowhere in the lounge was Dean to be found. His absence made me tense. Not because I felt scared without him, but I was worried how he might reappear. Scaring me almost to death probably. I held my breath and strained my ears to notice any small noise. When I didn't hear anything, my mind started to race. Maybe Caine managed to come back. Maybe his followers were hidden inside the airport and had waited for their opportunity to strike. But then why would they only take Dean and how could I not have noticed? I started to freak myself out. Taking big strides through the lounge I headed for the door and tried to open it. I had forgotten that Dean had ripped it from its hinges, and it came crashing down. In the eerie silence it was deafeningly loud.
Once my nerves had calmed down, I stepped over the door into the hallway. My own breathing seemed to loud and so were my steps. A sound behind me made me spin around but there was no one to be seen. But then I felt it. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and a shiver ran down my spine.
"Why do you always have to scare me?" I asked before turning around.
"What are you doing out her?" Deans tone was sharper than what I had expected. He stood only inches from me, when I turned, I needed to look up to see his face.
"I was looking for you." My answer might not be completely true but also not a complete lie.
"Well, you should've just waited in the lounge. You're in no state to be walking around alone."
I answered before thinking: "And who's fault is that?"
He had me pressed against the wall with his hand on my throat faster than I could think.
"You are alive thanks to me," he growled. "So, you better fucking show me some gratitude and stop bitching around. Understood?"
His grip on my throat got even tighter. All I could do was look up at him with pleading eyes.
"You basically served your purpose now. Give me a good reason why I should still string you along and not just kill you right here."
By now I was struggling for air, feeling dizzy again. I didn't break eye contact with him and bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. His grip loosened ever so slightly. Enough for me to draw in some air. I licked over the wound, spreading the blood over my lips. A dark smile appeared on his lips.
"Is this your way of offering yourself to me?" he asked while leaning in even closer. Now he only held my neck without applying much pressure. I was able to answer again. Time to gamble.
"If you want to kill me, just do it now," my voice was quiet but steady. I certainly did not want to die, but something inside me told me, that he didn't want to kill me. His eyes darkened but no red was to be seen. They lingered on my lips.
"Careful Princess, that's a dangerous game you're playing."
"I don't care anymore," I lied. "Just get it over with."
He studied my face carefully, looking for the truth. His eyes wandered down from my face to the bathrobe. With his free hand he reached for the knot and opened it. Pushing the fabric to the side, he had an unobstructed view of my naked body.
"Since you don't care what happens to you anymore," he said slowly, "I might as well indulge myself a little."
He bend down and placed his lips on mine, much softer than I was used to. His tongue ghosted over them, tasting the fresh blood. For a moment I thought he wanted to be gentle, but then he deepened the kiss before biting my lip himself. He had me pressed against the wall, there was no escaping him. Nevertheless, I tried. I wrapped my hand around the wrist he was holding me neck with and let blue flames dance over it. Dean didn't even break the kiss. His other hand wandered up my body until he found my breasts.
Using my power was exhausting and I had to stop. My knees were already buckling and all that was holding me up was his hand around my throat.
"Come on Princess is that all you got?" he chuckled. "You don't have to act like you don't want it, but if that's what gets you off then enjoy yourself."
I wanted to protest but he was already greedily kissing me again. His thumb brushed over my nipple, making me shiver. Getting rough again he grabbed my entire breast with his large hand and kneaded it. I was sure he would leave bruises. He let go of my throat and instead picked me up with both arms, still pressing me against the wall. I let him guide my legs around his waist, feigning compliance. When he reached down with one hand to undo his pants, I took the opportunity. Sending a pulse from my core that pushed us off the wall I used my hands to grab his shoulders. Blue flames erupted from them. Before he could get a hold of me, I let myself fall to the floor and push of into a quick run. Deep down I knew I had no chance of getting away, but I couldn't stop myself. It was terrifying and strangely thrilling at the same time.
It took mere seconds before he got to me again. Dean dug his fingers into my arm and yanked me back. Our bodies collided and I dared to look up at him for a moment. I wasn't met with the furious look I had expected. Instead, he had a sly grin on his face.
"You like it when I chase you, don't you?" he said while forcing me down on my back.
My powers were drained, and my muscles felt weak. I had nothing left to fight him. It almost felt like a relief. He pinned his hands above my head and forced my legs apart with his knee.
"Let's see how excited that little stunt got you," Dean remarked.
He reached between my legs dragging his finger through my folds and was met with my wetness. I felt humiliated as he grinned down at me. His finger pushing inside me caught me off guard and I let out a small scream. Dean came down on his elbow while pumping his finger inside of me.
"I bet you can scream louder," his words were accompanied by a second finger pushing into me. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, I bit down on my lip not making a sound. He grinned and his sharp teeth became more pronounced. Fear struck through me like lighting. It felt primal and my mouth started moving all on its own.
"No, no, no, no, no, don't do that please," I begged. A satisfied smirk spread across his face.
"No what?" he asked mockingly.
"Please don't bite me," my voice was shaking.
"What about fucking you, you don't want that either?" Dean hadn't stopped moving his fingers inside me, now he started circling my clit with his thumb. The mixture of fear and pleasure was overwhelming. All I could do was shake my head. His smirk widened.
"You can either beg me to fuck you or I'll drain you until you're barely conscious and fuck you then."
I hesitated for a second but then I felt his breath on my neck.
"Stop, don't please," panic creeped in. "Just fuck me, please, please don't take more blood." Tears were starting to pool in my eyes.
"You can do better than that," he hissed in my ear.
"Fuck me please, I won't try and fight you again. Please I want you." My last words had an effect.
"You want me, or you need me?" he demanded. This time I didn't hesitate.
"I need you, please fuck me." I spread my legs invitingly and pushed myself against his hand. He didn't need more encouragement. He quickly opened his pants and positioned himself against my entrance. Our eyes met for a moment, and he pushed into me.
I gasped at the sensation. He still held my hands above my head even though I wasn't struggling against him anymore. His grip was tight and painful, but I didn't mind. My body was reacting to him the same way it had before. The purple glow was already washing over me, and the vague excitement I had felt before turned into burning lust.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he breathed against my neck before placing wet kisses along it. His thrusts send waves of pleasure through me, and I felt myself clench around him.
"Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you like a whore," he demanded while pulling my hair, making me look up at him.
"I love it when you fuck me like this," I answered looking him straight in his darkened eyes. Pain shot through my scalp and neck when his pull on my hair increased. His pace got quicker and harder. The hard floor underneath me made the pressure on my body excruciating.
"You know that's not how I want to hear it." He stopped suddenly, buried inside me completely. The only sound left was my quick breathing. "Say it!" Dean comanded.
"I love it when you fuck me like a whore," I whispered in the silence. Now that the pleasure was ebbing away the pain was once again more pronounced. It took all my willpower not to push against his hand holding my wrists together. To try and fight in some small way. Instead, I arched into him, this time gripping his cock inside me with intention. He grinned.
"Was that so hard? If you just let it happen submission will come to you naturally." Dean started slowly moving again, keeping the pressure on my clit steady. I tried to turn my head away, but his hand in my hair held me still.
"Look me in the eyes," he ordered me. "I wanna see you come like this."
I knew that wouldn't take long the way he moved against me. For some reason looking into his eyes for so long was harder than anything else. But at the same time, it made my climax approach even faster.
"Don't you dare look away, slut," Dean murmured. I felt myself unravel around him, as I came, not breaking eye contact with him. He felt it and saw it. As I still felt the waves of the orgasm, he started thrusting into me hard and fast. The purple glow was illuminating his features, making his eyes seem purple as well. The pain came back but it didn't hurt as much as before. His hand left my hair and grabbed my hips instead. He held me in place as he was pushing into me until I felt him spill inside of me. The glow on my skin got even brighter.
He let go of my hands and lay down on me, still buried inside me. We just stayed there on the floor for a few moments, no one saying anything. Just like the last times, once the pleasure had settled and I could think clearly again, a wave of shame hit me. There was no denying anymore, that something inside me liked what he was doing to me.