9 comments/ 9209 views/ 17 favorites Dean & Lily - Masquerade Ball By: The_Tender_Dominant Lily stepped into the the dimly lit ball room and looked around at the masquerade party. Elegant women glided across the floor in beautiful gowns and masks that ranged from simple to ornate. Men made powerful by their greed and little else patrolled the room in tuxedos and masks of their own, bits of decorated cloth adding yet another disguise to the layers of deception they always wore when handling business - and they were always handling business. Lily knew better than to allow herself the opportunity to fall prey to anyone who truly belonged at this masquerade, but the event's planner was a close friend who had insisted that Lily be her guest and enjoy a special night out. Now here she was amid some of the wealthiest, most powerful people in the city with her friend nowhere in sight. Deciding she was unlikely to find her just standing inside the doorway, Lily worked her way further into the crowded room. She smiled and nodded at people as they passed. Between the low light and the masks, it was all but impossible to know for certain if she was greeting well known associates or complete strangers, but she couldn't help but search over their faces in a vain attempt to register some clue to each individual's identity. She wondered if they were doing the same with her. She reached up to casually adjust the golden mask that so exquisitely accentuated her dark eyes. It was a perfect match for the new form-fitting dress she'd bought for the occasion. Her floor length gown was a shimmering gold and seemed to flutter around her ankles even when she stood still, the motion bringing constant attention to her gold stilettos. Her shoulders and arms were bare, revealing a lustrous tan that blended exquisitely with her dress and mask. She was a vision in gold but for full lips the shade of deepest red. The deeper she got into the party, the more comfortable she became. Sure, it was a little unnerving to not be able to recognize anyone, but it also added an air of excitement. Lily hadn't really wanted to come to the ball, but she was beginning to decide she was glad that she had. With a growing bounce in her step, she widened her smile and made her way to the bar for a glass of champagne. Not twenty feet away, a man yawned and checked his watch, once again considering trying to slip out of the party early. Surely his boss couldn't expect him to waste his entire evening on a social gathering. He'd tried working the business angle a few times, but he was having little success. Wearing a mask didn't suit him. He took another sip of gin and tonic, wishing he could allow himself to indulge a little more and maybe liven up the ball a bit. He sighed and brushed a drop of condensation from his jacket. At least the clothes were comfortable, he thought to himself. The tuxedo he'd worn to his brother's wedding was a pile of rags compared to the tailored ensemble his company had bought him. He had to admit that he really had little reason to complain. Trying his best to fight off the surly attitude, he adjusted his gold mask and set off for another drink. He worked his way through the crowd, idly noticing a golden shimmer that seemed to shadow his approach. He put it out of his mind as he placed his order, leaving a generous tip as a fresh glass was set before him. He leaned against the bar and lifted his glass in salute to his fellow involuntary revelers before taking a quick sip. There was something wrong with his drink. He lifted the glass again and sniffed. The usual herbal smell was too strong he was almost certain that he caught the aroma of mint. He turned to flag down the bartender and almost dropped his glass when his eyes fell on the source of his golden shadow at the other end of the bar. Even after years apart and with her face hidden behind a mask, he knew Lily in an istant. Of course, the all-too-familiar scent of rosemary and mint helped. Uncertain whether she'd recognized him and not knowing yet if she was at the party with another man, he turned away slightly and nursed his drink, watching her from the corner of his eye. Lily ordered a glass of champagne and steadied herself against the bar, trying to be patient as newcomers jostled her in their hurry to get drinks. The hairs on the back of Lily's neck raised and she glanced around to see what could have caused it. She furrowed her brows when nothing jumped out at her and finally shrugged the feeling away. She took a sip from the delicate flute and tossed her hair back, unable to keep from glancing around again, scanning the faces around the bar. Something had set her nerves on edge, but she couldn't tell what it was with all the masks. The man at the other end of the bar took another sip of his gin and tonic, feeling more confident in his anonymity by the minute as Lily looked around. On one hand, it made him a little angry that she'd not recognized him, but the predator in him couldn't help but relish being an unknown danger on the edge of her awareness. She was glancing around uneasily and he could tell that she was nervous. He knew her too well. He turned to get a better look up the bar, eyes hungrily drinking in every detail of her form. He'd been an idiot to let her go. Before he could realize it, he was staring at her openly. He could feel his jaw clench in anger as he imagined Lily with another man. Even after years of being apart he didn't think he'd be able to accept that. He narrowed his eyes and took another drink, the act obscuring his face as the cool liquid spread through him. Lily finished off her champagne and set the flute down on the bar, looking around yet again as she did. She couldn't she anyone who was obviously staring at her, but she could feel it. So intent was her search that she jerked a little, startled, when a man stepped close, offering a glass of champagne and asking for a dance. She cleared her throat and laughed nervously, drinking the champagne a little too quickly in an effort to soothe her nerves and collect herself as she accepted the invitation, the newcomer sweeping her out onto the dance floor almost immediately. The man at the bar narrowed his eyes and watched as Lily was led away by a man that must be her date. Realizing that his glass was empty, he started to order another drink but thought better of it. While he'd never had a problem holding his liquor, there was no point in pushing the limits and making a bad impression. Mask or no, unacceptable behavior would be identified and dealt with harshly. He thanked the bartender and offered another tip, deciding that it was finally time to leave the ball. He skirted the dance floor, unable to keep from looking. His eyes found Lily of their own volition and he couldn't stop staring at her. He hated her for being with there someone else. He hated himself for letting her go in the first place. He hated her dance partner for daring to touch her. The man stopped in his tracks quite suddenly, nearly colliding with a server carrying a tray full of champagne flutes, and tilted his head in thought as he watched the couple dance. The newcomer was holding Lily much closer than was appropriate for the event, with a hand settled very low on her back. She backed away from him a little, trying to put some space between them as they danced, but each time she moved away he pulled her back. The man from the bar decided that this newcomer couldn't be Lily's date after all. Even if he was, it was obvious that the man's advances were not appreciated. Nodding apology to the server, the man from the bar took a pair of flutes and walked out onto the dance floor without another thought. "Lily!" he called. "There you are. I finally found us some drinks." Lily's eyes snapped to the side when she heard her name called out over the music and the steady murmur of countless conversations. Relief filled her as she realized that some friend or another must have noticed her plight and decided to rescue her. She looked over the man carrying the champagne flutes, her body going rigid when her eyes locked onto his. All of the anxiety she felt at the bar hit her in a rush. "Dean?" she stammered in shock. "What ...?" Dean lifted the flutes and gave a little wave with each. "Our drinks. You were thirsty." He turned and fixed his gaze upon Lily's dance partner, eyes narrowing as he looked down at the smaller man and spoke in a voiced that brooked no discussion. "Thank you for keeping her company for this dance, but you can go now." Lily continued to stare at Dean, absently noting her dance partner's obvious distaste at being so abruptly dismissed. He tightened his hold on her for an instant, but finally accepted Dean's intrusion. He backed away in resignation and turned to stalk into the crowd. The movement made Lily's hands fall to her sides and she simply continued staring at Dean, speechless. She swallowed hard and shook her head, finally managing to find her voice again. "What are you doing here?" she murmured just barely loud enough to be heard above the masquerade's din, pulling Dean's attention from the man disappearing through the crowd. He turned his powerful gaze and disarming, crooked grin upon Lily, giving a little shrug as he casually deposited the two champagne flutes on the tray of yet another passing server. His familiar touch was on her almost immediately, sending a quiver through Lily's body as he guided her hands into place with little more than a thought. Dean's right hand settled even lower than the previous man's as he led her to follow the music's rhythm. He looked down into her eyes and could tell she saw how the press of her body against him still made him feel after all their time apart. He turned to gaze out over the crowd, hoping for some wild distraction to clear the fog that her scent had set over his mind. He cleared his throat and realized he'd not answered her question. "I had to come. This is my boss's party. He didn't give me a choice." Lily barely registered his words. She was doing her best to keep her eyes on his chest. She was thankful he'd looked away first and given her an escape. It was a struggle to not think about their time together. Or the way his hand wouldn't have to slip much lower to be completely inappropriate. There had to be a polite way to draw free and escape. "Why are you here?" she heard him ask and swallowed hard, closing her eyes and trying to find some small bit of focus. "I... Well... My friend helped organize the party. I... uh... I promised I'd come... to lend moral support." Dean bit back a smile. Lily was one of the most determined women he'd ever met. She was strong and had a will to match. But his touch drove her to distraction the same way her touch got to him. He took a deep breath to calm himself, barely resisting the urge to bury his face in her hair and drink in her scent. It felt so right to have her in his arms again. "I see. I didn't know you were back in town." He shifted his feet to the music, spinning them through a turn that led them toward the center of the floor. He could feel her wild spirit trying to pull away and he was intent on keeping his hold on her. "What happened to California?" Lily bit back a groan. Dean knew her too well. The deeper they got onto the dance floor, the harder it would be for her to extricate herself without making a scene - and she hated the thought of making a scene. "I got bored and was offered a dream job here. I decided I couldn't pass it up and came back a few months ago," she answered, shrugging a slim shoulder as she looked around the crowd in hope of finding some means of escape. "My friend is probably wondering where I am. I should ... " Dean pulled her tighter against him and Lily's voice wavered. The press of his body against hers was too much. She couldn't breathe. She could feel her body going rigid, unable to respond to her commands. "You should ... have called me, Lily." Dean's grip on her hand was unshakeable. "I haven't stopped thinking of you. I never should have allowed you to leave." A weighted silence hung over them and Lily couldn't help but look up. Dean's eyes captured her instantly. "You belong with me, Lily," she felt, more than heard, him say. "You know it's true." A tremor shot through her and Lily swallowed hard, shaking her head at Dean's words. She was almost panting for breath as she tried to twist free. "No, I don't," she somehow made out in defiance, his strength too much for her. "Not any longer." Dean could feel his eyes lighting up as he watched Lily struggle, noting each detail of her reactions to his words and touch. He felt as certain as ever that she'd never be able to deny him for long. But he did love the chase. "Maybe that's been true for a little while, but fate didn't put us together like this without reason," Dean countered, giving her waist a squeeze and shifting Lily to hold her against his side. The dance had ended without her realizing it, and he was leading her from the floor toward a sparsely populated corner. "It's time I renew my claim on you, and this time you will stay where you belong." Lily gasped and her mouth worked in wordless shock for several steps. Her heart raced and her eyes were impossibly wide. She swallowed hard again, licking suddenly dry lips. Finally, she found her voice and twisted against his hold. "You! You will do no such thing!" she spat out, her body shaking with more feelings than she could ever identify. "I... Dean..." Her defiance turned to sputtering as Dean ignored her and quickened his pace, pulling a struggling Lily along with him. He guided her deeper into the dark corner, far away from prying eyes. A marble column stretched from floor to ceiling and he led her behind it, stopping suddenly as they rounded the structure to pin her back against its cold, unforgiving surface in one smooth motion. He loomed over her, pressing impossible close. Gaze locked onto hers, Dean reached up to caress Lily's cheek and trail his fingertips down to "his" spot on her neck. His eyes narrowed when he noted how pristine it was, but he was also happy to find that no other man had marked Lily in his absence. "You tried that same futile resistance the first time I marked you," Dean whispered, his voice a hypnotic growl. "Lie to yourself if you must, but you will always belong to me." Lily shivered again, and she knew he had to have seen it. She was trembling visibly and struggling to breathe. "We can't! Stop... Dammit, I ... I've moved on," she whispered, the words carrying no conviction. He lowered his face to hers, pausing to breathe in her scent and slowly exhale. Dean eyes locked onto Lily's and he pressed his lips softly to hers, whispering, "Like hell you have." His mouth moved over hers, nipping and sucking her lower lip, as the backs of his nails dragged over her long neck. "Your body needs my touch just like I need to feel you responding to it. No other man will please you the way I do. No other man will be able to claim you as completely. No other man will ever have the pleasure of hearing you say the words you're aching to let out right this second." Lily trembled against Dean's body, his touch and kisses setting her skin on fire. She gasped for breath and writhed against the column, trapped and helpless. "No. You're wrong," she sobbed out as Dean rolled his wrist and gripped just below her jaw. She knew what was coming next. Very slowly, he turned her head to the side and buried his face in her neck. It was all Lily could do to keep from crying out as his lips trailed over her delicate skin. Her knees went weak, threatening to buckle if not for the way Dean pinned her against the column. "Damn you, Dean... Don't," she whimpered. Dean simply smiled against her soft skin and left a trail of hot kisses from her neck to her ear. His grip shifted again, and strong fingers closed lightly around Lily's throat. "To whom do you belong, Little One?" Lily sobbed out and shook her head, gasping and letting her head fall back as Dean's hold became stronger. "No..." "Don't you dare fucking deny me," Dean growled and tightened his hold on Lily's long, slender neck. He could feel her pulse and ragged breaths registering accutely to his touch. Nearly panting, himself, Dean kissed back down Lily's jawline, lips moving once more to her neck. "I will mark you right here and now," he growled, eliciting yet another gasp from Lily. Her heart was pounding, breasts heaving with each harsh breath. She writhed against the column, eyes wide and flaring with a mixture of need, lust, and fear. "Don't.... Dean, I can't!" Dean knew her protest was nothing more than reactionary. He opened his mouth wide and dragged his teeth teasingly over her flesh, making Lily tremble even harder. Her body was hot and flushed and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second. It was all so overwhelming, and her eyes began to close. The feelings were too much. She couldn't look at him, too. Then his fingers tightend around her throat until her air was almost completely choked off, and Lily mewled in response, eyes widening again. "This is your last chance, Lily," he warned, whispering sweetly. "I own you. You belong to me. You always will. You know it as well as I do. Just admit it and we can go upstairs where it's much more comfortable." "You... You wouldn't," Lily made out through desperate gasps. "I don't! Damn you..." Dean growled in her ear and choked her air off completely, covering her mouth with his other hand. "You asked for it, Little One." His teeth sank viciously into her vulnerable flesh, marking her flawless skin as he clenched his jaw and sucked on her neck. His tongue lashed repeatedly, savoring her taste while re-establishing his claim on her. Lily screamed into his hand and her body went taut against his. She struggled at first, the flight insinct too powerful to resist. And then she was his. She couldn't move any longer. Her body was rigid from the myriad sensations flowing through her, all of them swirling toward that one point on her neck where she could feel Dean marking her. Claiming her. Consuming her. Dean moaned hungrily as Lily's body language shifted. He could feel her yielding to his dominance. Keeping his hand over her mouth, he eased his grip on her throat and traced down her body. Lily's back arched as Dean's fingers trailed down between her breasts and over her tummy. The thin, form-fitting dress offered little obstacle to his touch, and she sobbed out into his palm, sinking further against his body when Dean's strong hand closed over her mound. The heel of his hand teased expertly over her aching clit, urging her hips forward to grind into him. Dean's tongue continued flashing over her skin and he clenched his jaw again and again, marking her severely and slowly lowering his hand from her mouth. Lily gasped out, writhing against him as his mark deepened, and her head fell back against the marble column. She was absolutely gushing with wetness now. "Oh god," was all she could manage when Dean's hand finally left her mouth. Dean lifted his mouth from her neck and stretched up tall. He loomed over Lily's ragged body, eyes boring into hers as he continued his assault on her mound. Her scent permeated the air around them. "Tell me now," he growled out a whisper, "or I'll make you cum right here for your impertinence." "Why are you doing this?" Lily gasped out, but her body betrayed her. Her hips bucked forward, eager for more. She clutched his shoulders tightly, desperate for something to anchor her to reality. "You wouldn't dare." One corner of Dean's mouth lifted into a feral grin and he stared down at her. Snaking his free hand around her back, he grabbed her opposite wrist and jerked her tightly against him. His powerful embrace pinned both of her arms behind her back and he increased his assault on her growing heat. Dean & Lily - Masquerade Ball "Don't!" Lily squeaked out, her body going wild in his arms. She was trapped as much by her own lust as his hold, but she couldn't admit that even to herself. Her eyes were wide as they searched his face, but she couldn't focus. She jerked and began to sink into him. It was too much. Lily shook her head madly, clenching her legs together as her wetness began dripping down her thighs. "No, oh god, no," she sobbed out, fighting with every last bit of strength in her to hold back her orgasm. Dean simply continued to smile down at her, silently licking his lips as the scent of Lily's excitement spread. He angled his wrist, pushing hard at the flimsy fabric of her dress to shove his fingers between her thighs. The dress became soaked instantly as he pet over her lips, gently teasing them just before the sensations running through her clit became unbearable. He waited patiently for her to regain some semblance of control, and took it from her in a split second, shoving his thumb hard against her clit, pressing down roughly and grinding over her. Lily bit down hard on her lower lip and pressed her face into Dean's chest, fighting with her last breath. Her body went taut and she shook uncontrollably until she just couldn't take any more. Crying out as quietly as she could manage, she came hard into Dean's hand. Her body writhed and jerked desperately against his and a surge of wetness dripped down her thighs. Breathless and weak, she clung to Dean's strength, whispering his name. Dean licked his lips and shifted in his trousers. He was anxious for more, but he was a patient man and there was a matter left to be settled. Tightening his hold on Lily, he lifted her back up and pressed her against the column. "Now... I asked you a question, Little One. Answer me honestly or I will keep this up until you can't help but scream my name so loudly that everyone at this party will hear." Lily settled her glazed eyes upon his and tried to focus. She was struggling to catch her breath and couldn't stop trembling. "I belong to you," she whimpered. "Again," came Dean soft reply, and he lifted his hand from her mound to cup her face. "Make me believe you." "I belong to you," Lily sobbed out, trembling harder, her wide eyes focusing on his, sinking into him. She took a ragged breath and steadied her voice. "I'm yours, Dean." "Yes," he smiled and nodded, slipping an arm around her waist to support her as he caressed her cheek and softly pressed his lips to hers. "You are mine, Lily. I own you. You are my property, my most cherished possession, and I will never let you go again." Lily whimpered softly, shuddering in delight as Dean's fingertips trailed down to the fresh bruise on her neck and he kissed her again. "Let's go upstairs, Little One. We've got a lot of catching up to do." Lily swallowed hard and leaned again him, depending on Dean for support. "I don't know if I can walk," she whispered. Dean smiled and lead her away from the column, supporting her as she found her legs. "I'll help, but you have to. I want you walking through this crowd with your cum dripping down your thighs so that you never forget my claim on you again." "Dean! No...," Lily gasped out, stumbling in her heels as she pulled away to stare at him in shock. She'd felt it before, but now she was acutely aware of the wetness dripping down. Her heart started pounding furiously and she shook her head, knowing her face must be completely flushed. Dean let her back away another step before stalking after her. He growled and pushed her back against the column forcefully, wrapping his fingers around her throat and pressing his thumb into his fresh mark. Lily bit back a sharp cry, jerking hard against him. She gasped for breath, staring at him through her mask with wide eyes. "Do you see that dark corner behind me, Little One? Do you think that if I took you back there, bent you over and fucked you the way you need to be fucked that you'd be able to keep silent?" His narrowed eyes made it clear that there was no room for debate. "You walk with me now, or that is the price you pay." Lily mewled and gave a little nod, her heart racing. She stood up as straight as she could and let Dean lead her back toward the crowd. Every step was an effort. Her knees were so weak, she felt as though she would stumble any instant. Dean was there the whole time, supporting her, holding her up for all to see. He kept her pulled tightly to his side, hand low on her hip as he supported her and guided her through the revelers. Lily pasted on a fake smile to hide her self-consciousness about the wetness between her thighs. She could almost swear she was getting wetter. They took the shortest possible path to the hall and the elevators beyond. Once inside, Dean pressed the button for his floor and leaned against the back wall. He guided Lily in front of him and pulled her back against his body, strong fingers sinking into her hips to hold her in place. She trembled and gasped, her heart pounding, when she felt his excitement pressed against her. "We're almost there," he whispered against her neck. Lily shuddered and rolled her hips back into him, mewling and letting her head fall back onto his shoulder as she gripped his wrists for support. "Fuck, I've missed you," Dean growled and tugged her back against him even harder, grinding his own hips forward with the need to be inside her. "Don't you ever leave me again, you hear me?" Kissing her shoulder and the pristine side of her neck, Dean slowly lifted his left hand up her body, pausing a moment to grip her breast before teasingly wrapping his fingers around her throat once more. "Never again forget that you belong with me. To me," he whispered into her ear and moved his right hand between her thighs. Lily sobbed out and writhed against him, jerking and breathing harshly. Now she knew she was getting wetter. Her eyes went wide when she realized that Dean wasn't reaching deeper, but was slowly pulling her dress up her legs. She watched the elevator's display continue to climb higher and higher, knowing Dean's touch was having the same effect on her dress. His grip on her throat had her stretched back against his body, and every roll of his hips stole another piece of her will. "Look forward," he whispered, and Lily's eyes moved from the display to the mirror finish doors in front of them. A jolt went through her body as she watched her dress pulled up to her pelvis and his hand sank into her black lace panties. "Oh god, Dean!" Dean smiled at her in the door's reflection and hooked his wrist. His middle two fingers parted her slick lips, sliding inside her easily, jerking upward in short rapid thrusts that brought the heel of his hand against her clit. Lily shook against him and bit down on her lip so hard she tasted blood. She was already on the edge. Much more and he'd send her over it. She wasn't sure if she could contain her cries. She twisted against his hold, trying to find a way to hold him off until they got to the room. "I don't want teasing, Dean." She snarled as best as she could. "I want to be ravaged. I want to be consumed." "And I want your cum!" Dean answered her snarl with a growl and tightened his grip on her throat. "You seem to have forgotten that even though this is between your legs, it belongs to me!" He jerked his wrist harder, faster, his fingers reaching deep inside her drenched pussy. Lily quaked in his hold, her entire body spasming as his fingers found her spot and took control of her. She clenched down on his fingers and gushed over his hand, barely holding in a scream. "That's better," Dean whispered harshly, and kissed her cheek. His hand left her throat and he grabbed a handful of her long, dark hair, using it to jerk her head back. "Don't you ever fucking deny me again. Your cum is mine and you will give it to me any time I want it." Lily cried out in a mixture of shock, pain, and pleasure. Going taut as Dean slid his fingers inside her again. His thumb rolled her clit in little circles in perfect rhythm with thrusting of his fingers. Grinding mercilessly over her hypersensitive nub, he furiously worked his fingers in and out of her slippery cunt, making her cum again. She writhed and bucked against his touch uncontrollably, needing so much more than just his fingers. But Dean refused to relent. Another two floors went by before Lily's orgasm was completely spent. Her knees could no longer hold her, she was sure. Even if they could, she doubted she could control them. She sank against Dean, her pussy clenching his fingers, and tilted her head back to look up at him. She let out a soft whimper and blearily locked her eyes on his, shuddering as her heart pounded away and she dripped into Dean's hand and her panties. She couldn't catch her breath enough to beg him to stop. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to any more. Dean licked his lips, watching her closely, slowly wiggling his fingers inside her. Lily jerked and twitched against him, clenching her eyes shut to try to hold back the tide of ecstasy rushing over her again. It was too soon. Too much. "Give it all to me, Lily," Dean was whispering in her ear. "You know how much you need to. You need it so fucking badly. You've been aching for my touch, my cock, for years." Lily tensed but couldn't fight it back. She threw back her head, only managing to clamp a hand over her mouth at the last instant before letting out a blood curdling scream. She couldn't stop, Dean knew her too well. His fingers knew every trick to making her cum and he would draw out her orgasm as long as possible, often just stringing them together. In the back of her mind she realized that the elevator was slowing. They were reaching the floor for Dean's room, but he didn't seem to care. He released his hold on her hair and pulled her hand away from her mouth before wrapping his fingers around her throat once more. "Don't fight it, Little One. Embrace it. Cum for me." Lily screamed out his name, or tried to, but no sound came out as the orgasm hit her hard again, making her fall against him. She writhed and twisted desperately, fighting to draw in enough breath for a scream, but Dean's grip on her throat would only allow the smallest gasps. The sheer intensity of it all began to overwhelm her, and a single tear trickled down her cheek. Dean smoothly slid his hand from her panties and allowed the dress to fall back into place just as the elevator doors opened. The rush of stale air from the hallway heightend the smell of sex in the small, enclosed space, and Lily was glad to find nobody waiting to board. Shaking visibly, she felt Dean lift her into his arms and carry her from the elevator and down the hall. She laid her head on his shoulder, reveling in the tenderness he could display even after using her body so fiercely. Gradually she began to catch her breath and she smiled up at Dean, softly kissing his cheek. "We're here," Dean said, smiling and looking down at Lily. She reached into his pocket, it only took a few tries to find the right one, and took out his key card to open the door. The room was cool, almost cold, and her already rigid nipples took on a harder edge. She burrowed into him for warmth, the cozy feeling and the aftermath of cumming so many times making her eyelids heavy. Dean carried her inside and let the door close behind them, but he didn't take her to the bed. He could feel Lily sinking against him. He knew her too well to allow her the opportunity to fall asleep. It was his turn to cum and he would not be denied. After years without her, the bathroom was as good a place as any. He set her down on the sink, pushing her dress up and unzipping his pants. image "You're almost done, Little One," he said sweetly, slowly taking off their masks so they could finally see one another in full. "You've done such a good job. But we're not through. It's time for you to cum again." Lily's heavy eyelids shot open when she felt Dean's strong fingers tearing at the lace of her panties. She tried to back away from him but there was nowhere to go. "I can't... Dean, please..." She gasped out. "It's too much." Dean leaned over her and softly pressed his lips to Lily's forehead. He took her throat in his hand again, gradually increasing pressure as he looked deep into her eyes. His other hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, teasing his swollen head over her soaked lips. Lily spasmed with every touch, but continued to shake her head. She was too tender. She was sure she couldn't take any more. "You're not going to deny me again, are you?" Dean asked with honey in his voice. "You wouldn't do a thing like that." He squeezed her throat a little harder, lips leaving light kisses all over Lily's face. "Deeeean," she whined and stared up into his eyes. A new surge of wetness hit her, the dual sensations of Dean's hold on her throat and his tender kisses driving her crazy. She forgot all about how tender she was, suddenly overwhelmed by an intense and burning need. "Please! Oh god, Dean, please! I need your cock inside me!" Dean pressed his forehead to Lily's and relaxed his grip on her throat enough to let her drink in a deep breath. He watched her face, staring deeply into her eyes. Just before she exhaled, he choked off her air again and slowly slid the full length of his cock into her. Lily's scream may have been rendered silent, but he could feel the force of it even over the pleasure of her warm wetness surrounding him. Lily's eyes got wider and wider, unable to focus on anything but Dean. She could feel every inch of his thick cock dragging over her lips, stretching her, making her pussy his home. Another tear trailed down her cheek and Dean kissed it away as he pulled back, leaving only his head inside her. "Say it," Dean whispered, but the two simple words were loaded with power. Lily flinched and nodded, the confession pouring out of her as Dean unclenched the hand on her throat. "I belong to you, Dean. Only you." Dean nodded and lifted both of Lily's hands over her head, pinning them to the wall length mirror behind her. Holding her wrists in one hand, he traced the other down her arm and took her throat in hand again. Lily trembled in anticipation, her breasts heaving with every harsh breath. She didn't have to wait long. As soon as Dean's fingers began to squeeze, he thrust into her again, filling her with his cock. "Again!" he demanded as Lily cried out in pleasure. She arched her hips to take him deeper, clenching tightly around his cock. Dean had to keep his grip firm as she tugged at her wrists, desperate to touch him, to pull him close. He refused to relinquish control. Fighting to maintain control of his breath, he clenched his jaw and buried his cock fully inside her, grinding for just an instant before slowly sliding back out. The full length of his thick shaft pulled on her lips, causing Lily to whimper. "Oh god. I'm yours! I belong to you! Only you, Dean!" Lily's last word ended in a scream when Dean slammed into her again. His fingers tightened around her throat and he worked his hips into a steady rhythm, driving his cock in and out of her. Sounds of wet impacts filled the room as Dean claimed Lily, building up to a frantic pace. Lily bit her lower lip sharply and stared into Dean's eyes, body jerking with each impact as another orgasm swelled up inside her. She focused on him, controlling her voice, whispering the truth of what she felt. "You own me, Dean." The confession hit Dean at his core. He buried his face in her neck, deeply breathing in her scent, and then sank his teeth into her shoulder. Lily screamed out and went taut, the tension that spread through her body lending a renewed tightness around Dean's cock, causing him to growl out in pleasure. Leaning into her body, Dean fucked her with abandon, hips jackhammering into her as he gasped for air. Lily felt as if her entire body clenched down on him. The pleasure was so intense she could barely take it. A new tear rolled down her cheeks with each of Dean's thrusts. "Mine!" he snarled, locking gazes with her, grinding hard. His strong fingers tightened around her throat, completely cutting off her air. Unable to control his need any longer, he screamed out her name and exploded inside her, flooding her cunt with his cum. "Yours... Only yours..." Lily mouthed, trembling uncontrollably and cumming hard around Dean's cock. Her body spasmed in pleasure for an interminable time and then she finally went completely limp, unable to move. She gasped for breath, feeling everything start to go dark. "Dean," she whispered. Panting for breath, hips idly writhing into her, Dean gradually loosened his grip on Lily's throat. Smiling down at her, he lifted his hand to caress her cheek, lips meeting hers in the most tender of kisses. His lips trailed over her cheeks and eyes, kissing away her tears as his body relaxed against hers. "So adorable," he whispered sweetly. "So beautiful. So mine. My Lily." "My Dean," Lily mewled, shuddering again. Her eyelids were too heavy to hold open. Distantly she realized that Dean had pulled away and lifted her into his arms once more. He carried her to bed and tucked her in, crawling in with her to hold her close to his chest, petting her hair until she fell asleep seconds later. Dean looked down on her delicate form and smiled, softly kissing her forehead as he watched her sleep. "Welcome home, Little One."