CHAPTER 17

Y/N wasn't sure when she fell asleep, she was so exhausted. But when she awoke, she knew right away that something was wrong. For the last 3 days that she had been in this bed, she had no blanket. She assumed it was because he liked to see her naked. It had been a bit chilly, but thankfully, the weather had been warm. But, this morning, she felt a soft comforter draped over her lower half and something large and very warm pressing against her back. She looked down and saw a hand gently cradling one of her breasts. She could feel hot breath on the back of her neck. It should have warmed her, but it only gave her chills.

"Good morning, Sweetness", a gruff voice breathed from behind her. Dean squeezed her breast and pressed even closer into her back, spooning her. She felt something hard poking her in the backside and she stopped breathing. Dean started planting soft kisses on her neck and Y/N squeezed her neck and shoulder together trying to get him to stop. He growled in her ear and grabbed her shoulder with one hand and the side of her face with the other, prying them apart. "BE STILL!", Dean barked.

"Dean, please don't", Y/N whimpered. She knew where this lead and she didn't think she could handle it again. Not again. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, trying to ball up so he couldn't touch her front. Right now his attention was held by her neck and shoulder. His kisses started to become more desperate and he started nibbling on the tender flesh below her ear. "PLEASE!", she blurted out with a sob before she could stop herself.

Quick as a flash, she turned and started pummeling Dean in the face. She caught him in the jaw with a right hook that, he had to admit, jarred him. The surprise was written all over his face as he threw his hands up to protect his head. Blows rained down on every part of him. But it wasn't long before Dean had had enough and grabbed for her wrists. Y/N was flailing around so much that it was like trying to grab a slippery octopus. He finally got hold of both her arms and flipped her onto her back, straddling her hips. He slammed her wrists into the mattress on either side of her head.

"There's my girl!", Dean cried cheerfully. "I was wondering when I would see her again!" Dean smiled down on her like he hadn't seen her in a long time and was ecstatic that she came for a visit. He had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and when he licked it and tasted blood, his smile grew even wider. "Hell of a right hook ya got there, Y/N/N!", Dean said admiringly. He was truly impressed that after everything he'd done to her, she had the nerve to pull something like that.

"GET OFF ME, YOU SADISTIC FREAK!", Y/N spat at him. She was bucking so hard that she nearly threw him off the bed. She'd had enough and he wasn't going to take her again without a serious fight. She didn't know it but this was what he was waiting for. Dean lived for the fight. His pupils were blown from his arousal and he was panting hard. She was kicking her legs in all directions, trying to land a shot to his head. Dean laid down flat on top of her and wiggled his hips until he was planted between her legs.

"Now, now Princess", Dean purred. "This is pointless. It's gonna happen." She could feel his dick poking at her entrance. "Don't get me wrong. I love the fight as much as the next guy, but I'm an impatient man." He pushed forward into her with a grunt. Y/N screamed. Not in pain, but in rage. Dean liked this side of her. It turned him on like nothing else ever had. The fire in her eyes burned into him. His own eyes shift to black and she gasped. In a panic, Y/N fought in a frenzy to get away. He started thrusting and her face scrunched up.

"STOP, YOU FUCKER!", Y/N growled through clenched teeth. She squeezed her muscles trying to push him out and Dean groaned in pleasure. Whatever she did, it only made him more aroused. She decided to change tactics, going completely limp and staring at the ceiling. When he realized she had stopped fighting he let go of her wrists and grabbed her knees and pulled them up around his waist, trying to get deeper. His thrust began to slow until he stopped moving completely. He looked down at her in confusion. He was starting to go limp inside her.

"Fight me Y/N/N", Dean growled. Y/N simply stared at nothing. Her lack of response infuriated him. He would not be ignored. He slapped her as hard as he could across the face. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before continuing to stare at the ceiling. He growled again like a feral dog and backhanded her across the other cheek. Still she stared up to the sky. Dean reared back and punched her in the gut. When she started wheezing and panting heavily he knew she was coming back around. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed harshly, digging his nails into the tender flesh. When she started swinging her arms at him again, Dean laughed in her face as he grabbed her wrists. "That's it Baby, fight me!"

"NO! NO, NO, NOOOOO!", Y/N wailed as she writhed under him. Dean renewed his thrusts when her struggling got him hard again. Her screams were like music to Dean and he relished her agony. He bent over her and started kissing her breasts. As he drew closer to his release, he started nibbling. And when his thrusts began to get sloppy, he started biting. HARD. Y/N shrieked, throwing Dean over the edge. As he unloaded into her, he bit down on her left breast, drawing blood. He sucked at the wound as he came down from his high.

"OH, SHIT! That was so hot", Dean said, panting into Y/N's chest. Dean propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her. Her blood was smeared all over his chin. "I just love morning sex. Don't you?" She had her face turned into her arm, sobbing miserably. He sat up and moved off of the bed. Facing away from her, Dean stretched and moved toward the bathroom, scratching his bare ass. Y/N grabbed the comforter and covered herself up to her neck. She curled into a tight ball and cried. She silently called out to Sam, praying that some how, some way, he'd hear her.

PLEASE HELP ME!