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Incompetence is key (Siren13 x Alan23)

Dean is enjoying the situation immensely. It feels like being a posedown champion, the way she is grooving on his body. He's been in sexual situations plenty of times before, but with high-school girls, who will never admit or show any nervousness or lack of experience. The blush on Sianna's face shows her obvious nervousness - hasn't she ever seen a naked male before? He guesses not, judging by her reaction. He pulls her closer. The movement of her breasts has caused the pink sweater to ruck up, and there's a bare patch of skin pressed against his stomach. He completes the job, sliding his hand up under the hem, and cupping her breasts. She makes a move as if to resist, and gives a slight whimper. Her nipples are ramrod hard, sheeny with sweat.

Her face is tilted up, for a continuation of the kiss that the doorbell interrupted. Yet the look in here eyes puzzles him. He's seen desire before, and he's seen fear. Yet never before the two emotions mixed in equal proportions, like a diver on the high board, about to take the plunge for the first time. Her pupils are dilated so wide he can barely see her iris. Her mouth is open, and she is struggling to breathe.

He kisses her, exploring with his tongue, while gently yet firmly massaging her breasts. She is actually shaking and writhing under his touch, her breathing in hitches, a series of small sighs. She rubs against him, the denim of her jeans intoxicatingly rough against his bare groin. She is so wet that the crotch is actually stained, and when he unfastens the jeans and begins to work them down, all with his left hand (for the right is still paying her breasts their due) her pubic hair is matted and soaked. He slides his finger into her sex, which is so tight he can barely penetrate it. Her eyebrows lift, and her mouth opens more, as if pleading both for satisfaction and gentleness.

"It's OK, babe. It's OK," he whispers, comfortingly. "I won't hurt you, my love. Promise."
 
"Please be gentle... I want you so bad..." She blushes even further, if that's possible, as she realizes what she's said. "I've never been touched down there Dean... Please be careful..." She clings to his shoulder again, feeling his fingers invading her body so lovingly. Moaning softly as his hand plays and massages her breast, she mewls from the pleasure she's receiving.

"Ahhhh <3!!!!" Very soon she's cumming on his fingers, her whole body trembling against his frame. Panting she looks up at him, still a bit of fear in her eyes, but joy and elation as well. She slumps against his body now, her *first* orgasm taking its toll on her body.

"Take me... Take me... Take me to my... Bed please..." She stammers out, looking at him, a little fearful again, the implications of her words frightening her. "I want more..." She whispers against his chest, her hands clawing and scratching him gently in need.
 
By now, Dean wants Sianna as much as he's ever wanted a woman in his life. It's a completely new experience for him, this needy, lonely woman. No, girl - for, as she's just admitted, this is her first time. He's had girls before, but only the type that's been round the block and back. A woman that needs tenderness in order to explore the world of sexual ecstasy - that's something new. And he passes his first test, for he controls the exclamation of surprise that rises to his lips at her confession - and which would surely have humiliated her further - so that she barely notices how amazed he is. He kisses her gently, promising care, love, tenderness, and picks her up. Carrying her, like a bride, into the bedroom he's recently vacated. His hold is tender and protective, yet strong, too. He''s taking her there at her request, but the strength of his hold makes it clear that even if she didn't want to go, she'd be going anyway. She is simply not strong enough to resist.

By her body language, she obviously expects him to lay her down on the bed and climb upon her - she looks shocked when, instead, he falls backward onto the bed, still holding her, so that she's on top. Suppressing a smile at the puzzled expression on her face, he glides her legs to the correct position to move down upon him, taking her from below, giving more penetration than the normal vanilla position. Instinctively,l she begins rocking, feeling him enter her. She is so wet, he fears for her sheets... he knows she is his.

And then, he pushes gently, feeling a small resistance. He increases the strength of his thrust, pushing into her, feeling the small tear, seeing the look of fear and pain flit across her frightened face, and holding her tightly. "It's all right, babe. It won't hurt much. It'll be fine. I'll look after you."

And gently, a thrust at a time, gently gaining territory, he enters her fully, holding her tight in his strong arms, entering her ever deeper and deeper, making her at last - a woman.
 
Feeling his strong arms around her, she nuzzles and cuddles into his arms as he carries he across the threshold, smiling to herself as she realizes how he's carrying her. She feels like a princess that has just been rescued. She blushes deeper as she realizes that Dean is, truly, her knight in shinning armor, always coming to her rescue. Feeling safe and secure in his arms she closes her eyes and waits to be laid gently on the bed to be taken. When she feels him lay on the bed first and position her on top of him, she looks down at him in confusion, unease and fear. This isn't how she had imagined her first time. Feeling his hands continue to be on her, she relaxes slightly. When she feels him position his cock at her entrance and start to push in gently, she tenses and squirms a little in panic. Feeling how slick she's gotten herself, she feels his cock slide gently into her waiting body, shivering the whole way.

Feeling her hymen stretch and finally tear, she winces in pain. Hearing him whisper to her, she calms down a little, her body still tensing and spasming from the alien intrusion. As his arms encircle her again, she feels him start thrusting into her gently, going deeper and deeper. Her body starts to register it as a good feeling and she swoons and mewls out loud. She bites and kisses his shoulder, moving her hips gently with his, trying to push herself deeper onto his cock. Rocking her hips back and forth, she gets the rhythm down, and begins moving faster and faster. Her body starts to tense up, she can't believe how amazing this feels.

She cries out in ecstasy as she cums hard around his cock, her body tensing and griping his cock tightly. Her head lolls back, and panting she holds onto his shoulders weekly. Her orgasm keeps going, to her delight he keeps thrusting into her as she soars, his cock rubbing her swollen G spot, his pelvis hitting her clit perfectly. She cries out again as she feels him take her even higher.
 
Sianna's orgasm seems to last an eternity. He grips her tightly, feeling the waves convulse her body. Her beautiful, huge breasts are shaking wildly, the nipples standing ramrod-clear of the globes, Her mouth is half open in a rictus of desire. He feels drops of sweat fall onto his body, feels her legs gripping the side of his body, notices that, astonishingly, the blush still decorates her face, as if despite her pleasure, she is still afraid and frightened of what she is doing. He knows that Sianna is not a physically strong woman, yet the bite on his shoulder has brought out power above and beyond the norm, and it still aches with a delightful pulse.

He is thrusting so hard, now, he fancies he can feel the head of his cock thrusting against her spine. She is like a wonderful, frail spirit, shaking with, at once, fear and delight, the electric power of her orgasm transferring to him, with an almost mystic intensity. He hears her moan again, her voice as high as a young girl's, sees the love and lust in her huge pupils, feels the hitch in her breathing through his own, heightened senses. There are the beginnings of tears at the corner of her eyes, so deep are her emotions. She is a well, deep and as yet unplumbed, at once a virgin and a wanton.

He holds back, forcing himself to wait, anticipating, savoring the moment. His balls feel like twin bombs, about to explode.

And then, he can hold it no longer. With a final, convulsive shudder of ecstasy, he shoots into her, hearing her small, frightened mew of surprise as the cum hits the inside of her, holding her tight, milking himself. She is so tight, so smooth and soft.

And when, finally, he is spent as he has never been spent before, he lies back, smiling, feeling the mingled fluids of their encounter, the love-juice, the sweat and the tears make rivulets on his stomach, as her head lolls forwards and she gives way to full tears at last, knowing that, finally, she is now a woman.
 
Feeling slightly more accomplished than she has in a while, she disentangles herself from him, laying beside him and resting her head on his chest. Letting herself cry gently and softly now, her whole fear being exacerbated at the thought of him rejecting her, now that he's gotten sex.

She shivers happily as she feels the small trickle of cum leaking from her pussy. The thought of what had just occurred making her want to wiggle and squeal in pleasure. She looks up at him, her eyes searching for the comfort and acceptance she saw in them before, wanting to know that it wasn't just going to end here. Seeing the look of something warm in his eyes, she smiles softly, still unsure of everything, but nuzzles into his chest anyways.

Her mind starts to play tricks on her now, as it always does. Feeling his heartbeat start to accelerate again, her conscious starts whispering to her, mean things, telling her he's probably thinking of the Flesheater, wishing to be in her arms now, not in the arms of this overly emotional wreck. This freakishly big breasted failure. Crying harder now, she starts to push away from him, not wanting to be see, or feel his "used-to-be" warm embrace, convinced its not for her.
 
Dean has always flattered himself he's been around the block. That he knows women. The weakness in this self-regard... that all of his previous experience has been with young girls, and none of them virgin... does nothing to puncture his arrogance. Sianna's initial tears he takes as his due - after all, it was her first time, and not entirely free from pain, not to mention emotional impact - and, since he genuinely feels for her, it doesn't occur to him she might assume any differently. He looks down at her beautiful face, smiling with his eyes as well as his mouth, and when she responds by holding him tighter, no alarm bells ring.

So, when suddenly, from nowhere, she stiffens, and the tears begin to flow in a sobbing torrent, he is taken aback. She pushes away, as if he has suddenly said something to offend her.

"Sianna. What - ?!"

But she just cries, refusing to communicate, moving further away, both physically and emotionally. He reaches out for her, sure that he's mistaken - and she doesn't respond.

"OK," he says, a slight touch of puzzlement and anger in his voice. "What's this all about?" And then, in a tone that makes it clear he'll accept no hesitation, "Tell me!"
 
Hearing the stern tone of his voice, she jumps gently, looking at him through her lashes, fear and panic evident in her eyes. Flinching when he reaches for her, she surprises herself for that reaction, quietly berating herself, for if he still wanted her after sex, he wouldn't now that she was so flinchy and jumpy.

So, forcing herself, holding herself still, she lets his arms reach out to her, let him touch her, still not convinced its for her. Sobbing quietly still. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I'm such a bother... I know you'd probably be somewhere else, with someone else... I'm sorry I'm such a mess..." She continues to sob quietly, hiding her face now, knowing almost without a doubt that its all over.

Moving to get up, she goes to turn away from him, determined to make as small a scene as possible.
 
I know you'd probably be somewhere else, with someone else

"What the - ?!!" Dean is genuinely amazed. And he's a tiny bit pissed, too. Like all males, he regularly treads the minefield of the feminine ego, finding that an innocent remark can suddenly inadvertently turn one into an evil demon, that under certain times and circumstances feminine unpredictability can leave a man helpless, wondering what the hell he's done. But he searches the past few minutes carefully, and can find nothing to reproach himself for.

Could this be some kind of power play? An attempt at manipulation, trying to make him feel guilt? It figures, and in a way he can understand it. Poor Sianna is not physically strong enough to dominate anyone, and even here on her home ground hasn't displayed an especial confidence. Well, he might understand it - but, he reflects, he's fucked if he'll fall victim to it.

He grabs her from behind and forces her around, so that she's facing him. It's obvious she'd like to resist, but he doesn't have to exert much strength to overcome her. He's genuinely surprised to see that her tears aren't faked - he's experienced enough, at least, to know the difference - and her whole body is shaking, her massive, beautiful tits quivering like twin jellies. He finds the sight arousing, but fights the feeling down.

"I'm not accepting this!" he growls, his eyes flashing in anger. "There's no way you're pulling those games!" His gaze bores into hers. Her feeble struggles are of little use. His grip is hard on her wrists, and to emphasize his greater strength, he deliberately transfers his hold, so that both of her wrists are held in his left hand. he sees a look of humiliation flit across her features. Both of them know she is helpless.

"Now talk. Tell me what this is all about. You're mine now. But you won't be, not if you fuck me about." There is a hard edge in his voice. "Spill!"
 
Hearing his words, her breath catches in her throat. You're mine now. The simple way he said that made her stomach and pussy quiver in want. Her crying subsides slightly, making way for her, once again, over powering lust for this man, cause he was indeed a man, who could so easily over power her. Blushing as she realizes how weak she is and how much she loves being at his mercy, she looks down, before remembering he's still waiting for an answer. Her body trembling and quivering at her desire and his mercy.

"It's just... You look so much more... Suited... For dealing with and well... Being with someone like... The flesheater... Or that pretty girl from class..." She looks up at him, her tear streaked face showing fresh overflow. "How can I compare, let alone compete for your attention with them? I'm just some crying mass of breasts." She blushes deeply when she says breasts. Her eyes searching his still, hoping this fresh new wave of weakness wouldn't drive him away.

Ashamed of her body, she keeps fighting the heat she feels blossoming in her lower regions, whenever she looks at the manacle like grip he has on both her wrists (Using only one hand!! she swoons to herself quietly) she licks her lips and bites her lower lip, trying to be discreet. Her body's starting to visibly betray her now. Her thighs moistening, radiating heat. She whimpers as she realizes she's behaving like an animal in heat.
 
A huge grin flits briefly across Dean's face, as she answers. What she's just said explains a lot, and confirms what he's always suspected.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" he laughs. The fact that her face turns several shades redder, and her lovely eyes flit submissively downwards, remove any doubt from his mind. He looks down, sees the effect that his control of her has on her body. He can actually feel the slave-heat radiating from her helpless body. The wetness of her thighs, the redness of her mound, tell him all he needs to know.

"Yeah, I can see that," he concedes, casually. The matter-of-fact way he says it is somehow even more embarrassing to her than outright aggression would be. As if she were a mere nothing, not worth losing one's temper over. She blinks, fighting more tears. Despite having just shot his load into her, his cock is like an iron bar, her helplessness sending waves of electricity through his libido. "Yeah. It must be hard for you. Having everyone think you're just some pathetic nobody, with those freakish tits. And too weak to defend yourself. It must be bad for you, the way even the kids can intimidate you, and make you look a fool. To be so needy and helpless, and useless. Can't blame you for that... "

His eyes bear into hers.

"But surely even you can realize that I'm not like that. I can have my choice of women. Those girls that bully you at school, a lot of them want me. And I'll let you into a secret. So does the Flesheater. I can tell. So, am I with them, right now?"

He lets go of her wrists. But her reflexes are no better than her strength, and he has no difficulty with what he does next. He stoops quickly, with the ease of a wrestler, scooping her up, holding her just for a second, like a bride being carried across a threshold. She struggles, and he can tell she's exerting all her strength to wriggle free. Not that it's doing her any good.

"Or am I with you? I don't like you putting me in that class, Sianna. Saying I'm as desperate as you are. I chose you, woman."

He sits on the bed and flips her over, her rounded buttocks now facing the ceiling.

"Not them. You. You're mine!"

He brings the flat of his hand down, hard. The smacking sound it makes reverberates through the apartment. Her whole body shakes with the force of the impact. A red mark, roughly in the shape of his hand, now decorates the fleshiest part of her rear.

"So if you say that again - that I'm only with you, because there's no-one else... "

Again, he brings his hand down, this time even harder. She cries out. He can actually see water from her tears spray, as her head jerks.

"Next time, I'll do this properly, instead of making allowances that you're such a wimp!"

The third slap is the hardest of all. He times and places it perfectly, a stinging impact that causes her actually to sob.

"Now stand up. No, better still... kneel. We're going to have a talk. I want to see what you have to say, now..."
 
For every well placed spank he lays across her bottom she feels her pussy get wetter. Mewling and yelping with the smacks, she starts crying a new. Kneeling in front of him obediently, she actually has a moment of shock as she realizes, once again, that she's following his commands so easily. Sniffling she looks at the ground, only to realize that the ground beneath her bare flesh is actually getting soaked in her juices, her excitement and shame very evident in how much she enjoyed the spankings.

"I know you could have had your pick of females Mast... Dean, I never meant to imply that you were single or lonely... Or with me out of desperation..." She mumbles softly, her voice becoming more and more husky. She can't bring herself to look up, instead she sits on her knees and as gracefully as she can, she stretches out, putting her forehead on the ground, her arms tucked by her shoulders.

"I'm sorry for saying something to make you angry... Master..." She whispered the last word as quietly as possible, her submissive side almost completely taking control now. She didn't want Dean to be upset with her, she actually felt and overwhelming urge to please him. The idea of him being even the slightest bit unhappy with her made her want to cringe. Her pussy still dripping, she waits with her face down, waiting for him to say she can get up.
 
Dean waits a long time, deliberately keeping her waiting and wondering. Twice, she draws breath to speak, and obviously thinks better of it, and he smiles inside knowing how totally she is under his control. He lights a cigarette and smokes it down to the butt, though he can see she dislikes smoking in her apartment.

Finally, with no word to her, he walks over to her wardrobe and opens it, stubbing out the cigarette in her favorite pot plant on the way. Through the corner of her eye, he can see her writhing in humiliation - even in her own apartment, he can do what he likes, without so much as asking permission. Her head is down on the ground in total obedience, but he sees the back of her neck grow redder. It is obvious how embarrassed she is at her total helplessness.

He selects a dress carefully, considering and rejecting three before he finds what he wants. A deep blue affair, about knee-length, and of an obviously smaller size than the others, meaning it will fit tightly on her. There is a pair of shoes that go perfectly with this, in a similar shade, with a suede finish, and four-inch heels. Then he opens her underwear drawer. A small sob escapes her - rummaging through her outer clothing is one thing, but her most private sanctum is another. He can see another reason why she might be upset, too. Some of the underwear is of the sort few women would admit to owning - panty girdles, big pants, a control brief. Finally, he settles on a pair of champagne-colored tap pants, and a bra that matches. He'd thought of making her go bra-less, but having her face the humiliation of that in public is not part of his strategy. A pair of almost-black thigh-highs complete the outfit.

"Now listen carefully, Sianna," he says, calmly. "You're mine, now. My slave. And I'm not going to tolerate other women laughing at you and bullying you. You're a natural victim, and I know you can't help that, but that's going to change. We're going to remake you, so that in public you're going to be the sort of woman that gets respect. That can stand up for herself. That means you only call me 'master' in private, and that you understand that I'll never humiliate you in public, no matter how much you mess up. I love you, Sianna, and I'm going to make you the best you can be. Now, stand up... "

He lays the clothes on the bed.

"Put those on. Then you're going to drive me down to the nearest liquor store. And I'm going to watch very carefully how you behave."
 
Her face completely red from the words he'd spoken, and the fact that he had openly said that he owns her, proving it by treating her house as his own, she beamed at him, a look of pure, lust, gratitude, love and admiration. Nodding like some child she listens and drinks in his words eagerly.

Standing up as steadily as possible, she still manages to stumble, her feet having gone a little numb. Keeping her eyes respectfully down, she dresses slowly, hopefully assuming correctly, that's he's enjoying watching her. "I'm done... Master..." She says the word aloud, softly, letting it roll of her tongue, unbeknownst to her, in an extremely pleasing way to him. Surprising herself when simply saying it, giving up control like that, makes her whole body shiver in pleasure, her skin turning to delicate goose flesh.

Leading him to the car, she gets in the drivers seat and takes him to the closest liquor store. Her mouth was getting dry and her hands were getting slick with sweat, her nerves acting up badly. She was breathing very heavily when they get to the parking lot of the store.
 
Dean can see the look of surprise on her features, at his actions when they arrive at the parking lot of the liquor store. He jumps out of the passenger seat, and moves around to her side, opening the door for her. When she has alighted, he feigns extreme interest at a window display a few yards away, so that should her bra be performing its usual rebellious gyrations, she will be able to fix it without embarrassment.

He takes her hand as they walk to the store. "You look so beautiful - so sexy," he tells her. The rear zipper of her dress is gaping down an inch or so, and he stands behind her, and fastens it right to the top, showing how he is willing to look after her in every detail. "I'm so proud of you."

He watches her carefully, gauging her reaction.
 
Checking her breasts as discreetly as possible as she gets out of the vehicle, she blushes gently as she fixes herself, glad to see him looking the other way. Feeling his hand, her blush deepens fractionally as she realizes he'll feel how sweaty her hands are. Another shade of red at his compliment. When he does her dress up, she is probably the reddest he's ever seen her, all the embarrassment building up in her face, making her look extremely guilty of something, people looking at her strangely as they pass. Feeling her face, she squeaks gently and turns to the less crowded parking lot, tugging gently on his hand, silently begging him to give her a moment.

Closing her eyes, she stands still for a few moments, trying to get her heat under control, wanting desperately to make him proud of her. When the blush has diminished to a soft red along her cheek bones, only remaining because she keeps thinking of what he said, she takes a big breath and starts moving again, smiling sheepishly at him from beneath lowered lashes.

She heads directly to the bourbon section, wanting to get what they came for and leave, hoping that's what he would let her do, praying they don't run into people either one of them might know.
 
As well as the delight he's taking in her beauty, Dean is finding an unexpected degree of intellectual fulfillment in Sianna's behavior. It had never occurred to him that submissiveness could be displayed in two different, equally valid ways. The way she had acted in private was one thing - calling him "Master", allowing him the total run of her apartment, doing exactly what she was ordered - but here, even when she was under no compulsion to act in a servile manner, it was still obvious that he was her master. Somehow this second, more subtle form was turning him on even more than the more obvious expression of her submission.

He could see, too, a difference in her. At school, she has always walked gently, her head cast down, as if apologizing for her very existence. Yet, his simple words of praise had somehow galvanized her into a different woman. She was walking proudly, looking ahead, her very carriage broadcasting to the world I am no longer a pathetic, useless virgin. I am a woman, and a woman with a man who loves her, and is proud of her. Only her sweaty hands, and the remnant of the blush on her face remain to give away her internal struggle.

He lets go her hand and watches her, partly because he knows she is upset about her sweaty hands, and also to watch her from a distance. He leans against a display, noting that without hesitation she picks the best quality Bourbon available, another plus point. She has to reach for the top shelf, which makes the tight dress ride up on her hips, revealing an exciting display of thigh, and the reinforced top of her left thigh-high, which has slipped down while she's been walking, and is now bunching at the knee and ankle.

When she catches his eye, he nods almost imperceptibly, and winks, showing his approval. Her face colors up again, and she moves towards the counter. She hasn't noticed yet what Dean's noticed - that the clerk on duty is Melody Lester, one of the wildest girls in the school, and frequently at the head of the clique who regularly tease Sianna and attempt to undermine her authority. His heart pounds, as he wonders how his girl will handle this meeting. Sianna's dress, totally unsuitable for this time of day, and having rucked up into noticeable folds around her middle, and the fact that her stocking is slipping further down, and if not checked will soon end up around her slim ankle, put her at a disadvantage. And Dean's sure Melody will take advantage of the fact. He feels like a boxer's second, watching his charge step into the ring.
 
Seeing him smile and wink at her choice of bourbon, she positively glowed, happy to know that she was making him happy and proud. She was smiling very warmly as she tried to tug the hem of her dress down into a more socially acceptable place, not even noticing how far down one of the leggings had fallen. Juggling the bourbon made this process take a little long. She started losing confidence when she noticed her breasts misbehaving as well now. Her blush creeping back up and her smile falling just a fraction, she turns to look at something, puts the liquor down and fixes her bra. Her smile brightens again as she saw that sha had stopped by her favorite drink. Smiling wide again, she picked up both the bourbon and the vodka.

Mentally checking herself, she settled the placid smile on her face, still not noticing her leggings are all askew. Walking up to the counter, she finally noticed who was behind it. Before Melody noticed her the colour had already drained from her face, only to be replaced by a bright flush of red. Squaring her shoulders, setting a fake and false confident smile on, very obviously false, she walks to the counter, very much wanting Dean to be proud. Trying to pretend that she doesn't realize who's behind the counter she simply puts the items on the counter, trying very hard to maintain her composure. Realizing that what she's wearing aren't everyday clothes, she flushes again, trying to think of a valid reason for why she might be wearing something like this at ths time of day.
 
"Why, hello, Miss Kurayami," says Melody, a huge fake smile on her wide mouth. She can't, of course, directly insult a customer or she risks losing her weekend job - her only means to buy the various drugs and cigarettes she craves - but there's no real need. There's a lot of fun she can have without doing anything that "Miss Bigtits" can credibly complain about. Outwardly she's friendly, bubbly, complimentary, everything a good servile little store clerk should be. Yet her eyes flick downwards, and she makes it obvious she's stifling a giggle. The too tight dress has rucked up again, bunched around Sianna's middle, and her left stocking is trailing forlornly down, the top now visible below the hem of the dress. Melody makes it obvious she's seen. And both women know that Melody's seen Sianna turn her back to the store, and fuss with her bra. Sianna's face is going redder, and she's beginning to stammer slightly. Sweat is appearing on her brow.

Dean lurks out of sight, behind a display, watching events. He sees the slight squirming of Sianna's body, revealing her embarrassment, the red flush at the back of her neck making it obvious, even from behind, that she's blushing. His erection is massive at what's happening, and he reflects it's a good thing he shot his load such a short time ago, or he'd be cumming in his pants. He's struck by what a great ass his woman has, how beautiful she is. He sees the two boys, maybe a year or so older than himself walking by, checking her out.

"Hey, lady," says one, a fat, pale-skinned kid. "Your stockin's are fallin' down." His companion laughs, deliberately loudly.

Dean walks casually out from behind the display, an innocent look on his face. Without pausing, in one fluid motion, his bent arm shoots out and back as he passes the boys, a perfect jab. The fat boy collapses, screaming, holding his stomach. His companion, a lanky, skinny boy, registers surprise, then turns on Dean, his fists raised. They lock eyes, and, seeing Dean's expression, the boy backs down, looking shamefaced.

"You need to learn to be polite," says Dean, casually, with just the faintest hint of menace in his voice. "Especially to such a beautiful lady!"

He's deliberately spoken loudly so that the whole store can hear his compliment. The boy realizes that he can get out of the potential fight by bending to try and help his friend, who is writhing on the floor holding his stomach. Dean takes Sianna gently by the arm and leads her from the store.
 
Blushing a deep crimson now as Dean comes to her rescue, she takes advantage of the situation and pays for the alcohol and leaves with him, smiling from ear to ear and red as a tomato. She slugs the drinks into the back seat, laughing happily and genuinely for the first time in a long time. For all that she's his, she has neve felt so free.

Oh the look on Melody's face was priceless when Dean came and 'saved' me! Grinning happily she got back in the car, her confidence back again. Smiling beautifully and warmly at him, she leans over and kisses his cheek sweetly. "Thank you Dean..." Turning the engine on, she pulls out of lot, and drives them back home. Positively bouncing in her seat the whole way home with her excitement, she tries to calm herself when she gets out of the car. When she does get out of the car, she has no problem as reality sets in a absolutely crushes her little bubble of joy.

"Dean!!! What did you do back there?! You hit someone!! You called me beautiful AND left with me!!! I front of another student!! Oh my god!! What are we going to do?!" Panicking she looks at him, her eyes pleading with him to reassure her. She paces about in her apartment.
 
"What we do," replied Dean, stern-faced, seating himself on Sianna's best chair, and uncorking the Bourbon, "Or, more like, what you do - is not make such an exhibition of yourself in public. That was pathetic,, Sianna." He gave a deep sigh. "It wasn't that hard a task I set you, was it? Drive to the store and pick up two bottles of liquor. Most women could manage to keep their stockings up for the ten minutes or so that took! Nuh - not you." He takes a long drink of the Bourbon. "Instead you make a total fool of yourself as usual, and I have to protect you. And you can't even stand up to that stupid Melody Lester. Bring the vodka here."

He takes the bottle from her hand, moves into the kitchen, returns with the empty bottle.

"I poured it down the sink," he tells her. "You don't get any treats until you earn them. Now, get the creases out of that dress - you look ridiculous. Then when you look presentable, get down on all fours. Right."

He took another drink.

"Now, as to Melody, you're lucky I don't order you to go back to the store and apologize to her for making such a fool of yourself. I'm letting it slide, because you look so pretty, and anyway I know you were doing your best. What we're gonna do, Sianna, is ignore the fact she saw us. If she wants to tell the school we're an item, she can. I doubt too many people are gonna believe her, she's always making up stories anyway. I'm not gonna tell anyone you're my slave, that's not part of our arrangement. Now, tell me how you fucked up, and what you plan to do to get it right next time I take you out in public."
 
Starring open mouthed as he pours her alcohol down the sink, she flounders for second. "Oi! That was mine!! I paid for that! Wasting money is not something I signed up for!! I'm short, you could have stuck it on top of the fucking fridge!!" Wide eyed at her outburst, she claps her hands over her mouth, looking at him apologetically, before running out of the room to fix her dress and momentarily escape the wrath she's sure she has just brought down upon herself.

In her room, she puts on a garter belt to hold her stockings up now, frowning for a second she removes her panties. Straightening her dress and smoothing everything out, she walks back out. Head down and looking contrite, she kneels in front of him. Putting her hands on the ground, she sits/kneels on all fours, head down, listening to him talk, waiting for the repercussion of her actions.
 
Dean keeps the stern expression on his face, but he's smiling inside. At last, when finally pushed far enough, she's shown she has a backbone. Not much of one, admittedly, and she soon backed down - but there's something inside there he can work with. He reflects how totally sexy she looked when she was enraged, with her bosom heaving - the only thing sexier is her complete submission that followed, and her realization that her rage was totally impotent.

He keeps her waiting a good five minutes, saying nothing. Finally, she stands up and walks from the room, giving her a single harsh command to follow. Sianna obviously thinks he's leading her to the bedroom, but she's in for a shock. Instead, he walks through the front door, not even looking back to check if she's following.

If Sianna thinks he's taking her back to the car, for another trip to the liquor store, she's wrong again. Instead, he turns left, and walks, hearing the clip of her heels as she walks a few paces behind.

After a few minutes he comes to his destination - a small alleyway he's noted from the car trip earlier, set between two shops. It curves around, so the end of it is hidden fro the street. He stands at the entrance to it, waving her on. She looks at him questioningly, but the expression on her face convinces her it's better to obey without demur. He follows her to the end, watching her buttocks shift sexily under the tight blue dress. He makes a mental note of the garter straps under the thin material. Obviously she's trying hard to get everything right.

Around the curve of the alley is a metal bar, fixed into the walls both sides, to prevent cars cutting through it. At the far end, there is a clear view in, though it leads to a street that is likely to be deserted at this time on a Saturday afternoon.

"Bend over," he says, curtly. And when she opens her mouth "I mean NOW!"

When she is bent over the bar, he flips up her dress, settling it on her waist, pulls out his cellphone and begins snapping pictures of her naked rear end, still slightly red from her earlier spanking. He takes his time over this, ignoring the small whimpers coming from her. "Hmm, now what's youtube's IRL?" he muses to himself, out loud (though in fact, he doesn't send the pictures anywhere, they are for his own enjoyment only). "No, stay there."

Finally, after keeping her in suspense a further few minutes, he unzips his fly and enters her from behind with no ceremony. His thick, totally rigid shaft slides in effortlessly, so wet is she. He begins pumping hard, noting that despite her total subjugation she is beginning to respond as his thrusts increase in density and power.

An amused grin lights up his face, as he remembers pouring the vodka into the water jug back in the kitchen, and hiding it under the sink. If Sianna performs well, she deserves a small reward.
 
Following behind her Master, Master ^.^ Oh god... I have a Master..., she gets more anxious by the minute, following him outside, breathing a sigh of relief when they pass the car. Her relief evaporates again when he stops at the alley. Looking at him reproachfully she bows her head and walks the alley quickly, not knowing what she would find at the end, having never been down here. She spots the bar at about the same time as he tells her to bend over. Hearing his barked command she leans forward in a way she hopes is appealing to him.

Sweating and panting nervously as he starts talking about YouTube while taking photos, she starts shaking, her fear and nerves amplified by the ver clear street ahead of her. She can only imagine how bad this would look from someone else's point of view.

When she hears his fly come undone she gets a little excited, despite her fear. Her pussy already moistened from his photo shoot, when she feels him plunge in unceremoniously, she squeals quietly in delight. She quickly begins enjoying herself, soon forgetting that they're in an alley. Using her hands as leverage she starts trying to rock her body back into his, trying to get him in as deeply as possible. With every thrust and plunge of his cock she soars high on the endorphins coursing through her body.

Soon, she's coming, hard, around his cock, her muscles contracting and squeezing and sucking his cock into her. Throwing her head back, she whimpers quietly, her pale neck beautifully curved and exposed to him.
 
Dean deliberately holds off, continuing to thrust, but not allowing himself to shoot into her. It's not easy - she looks so beautiful, bent over in total submissiveness, it's the sexiest thing he's ever seen in his life. Much as he is master of the situation, there is one single factor that's thrown him for a loop.

Sure, she's his, his toy, his slave, to do with as he likes. Sure, she's submitted totally, totally owned. He could, if he chose, treat her with total contempt, complete loathing.

Yet... Yet, he knows inside, and can't deny it.

He loves her!

He loves her shy, nervous ways, her attempts to defend herself even when she knows it's hopeless, her constant striving to please him. He adores the way she blushes whenever he throws her the smallest compliment. He'll humiliate her, and revel in it, but the thought of other people, like the kids at school, making a fool of her angers him. She is his to own, but also his to protect and succor, and teach.

"You're beautiful, Sianna," he tells her softly. Then he allows himself to cum in her, a spurting mass, amazing since he's ejaculated so recently. She has this effect on him. Whatever her other weaknesses, shortcomings, failures... she turns him on like a goddess.

When he's finished, he kisses the back of her neck gently, amazed that for the first time in his life, he feels both lust and love for a woman, even after he's just had her. "You're beautiful," he tells her again. When he stands back, he tucks her now crumpled dress up in the garter belt, so that her sex and rear are fully exposed, then takes her hand and begins walking her towards the mouth of the alley. He decides that if she asks, he'll let her fix it before they reach the street... but the thought she might think he's going to make her walk through the streets like that is turning him on again!
 
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