3. Boundaries (dean)

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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES: name calling and over all very toxic behavior.

So here i am again. Sitting and waiting for my boyfriend to get home. He leaves when we get into fights and he comes home wasted. Which starts more arguments. I laid in bed wondering why the fuck i stay with him and i can only come to one conclusion.

I love him.

But i hate him.

Most of all, i love him.

I slowly fell asleep. The only sound in the house was that of a clock ticking throught the building. It was 3 in the morning. I dreamt of my boyfriend and the sweet times i had when we first met.

"So your an businessman?" He smiled at your question and gave you a sly smirk. "Yes ma'am I am. That's how I met Joe. How did you two meet again?" He raised a brow at me which I found adorable

"We actually met when his dad set us up on a blind date. I used to work for his dad and he thought we'd be good for each other." You laughed at the memory. " Oh... So you and Joe dated? "

" Oh God no! We are like brother and sister. We became best friends after the blind date. We've never been anything but friends." A look of relief passed over his face. He quickly shot me a smile. "It would be weird for Joe to set us up if me and him were exs don't you think? " I asked him. My turn to raise a brow at the strong jawed man. He let out a soft giggle enough for my stomach to jump.

"Ah yes that would be odd now that you put it like that. I think Joe has better match making skills than his father." He once again smirked at me. I chuckled at him. "Oh is that so? What's that supposed to mean mr. Business man?"

"It means I want a second date. Ms. Business woman. " My eyes went wider than I expected as I processed what he said. He soon caught on to what he actually said and he panicked.

"Oh I didn't mean like we're married or anything we just met. I was just talking about how you had said that and I thought it would be funny don't get me wrong I don't know why I thou-" I leaned over the table and kissed him on the cheek. This seemed to shut him up which is what I was hoping for.

He looked at me with surprise as i stood up from the table. "So mr. Business man are you going to take me home or do you want me to walk?" He smiled up at me and soon followed me out the door.

*SLAM*

Fuck.

Hes home.

I opened my eyes looking over at the alarm clock. It's 4 in the morning and he's just getting home. I'm so sick of this bullshit. I grabbed the covers and pulled them up over my body.

I heard the bedroom door open. Which surprised me. He didn't slam it? He always slams doors when he's drunk. I felt the bed sink next to me as his arm wrapped around my back.

"babeeeee..." He began to kiss my neck. I groaned and scooted away from him. He grabbed my hips and pulled me flush with his body. Causing my ass to make contact with his clothed erection. Getting angry once more, I threw his arm off and tried to scoot away again.

"Fuck I'm horny can you not be a total bitch right now?"

I've had it. I sat up in bed. I didn't bother to look at him as I threw my feet off the side of the bed. He jumped out of bed and blocked the bedroom door. Preventing me from leaving.

"Dean get the fuck out of my way." I spat at him. He didn't seem bothered as he stood still. Looking down on me with the smirk I'd grown to despise. "God damnit I fucking mean it! I'm so sick of your bullshit, coming home wasted just because we get into an argument. You have the fucking audacity to want me to put out when you come home at 4 in the morning? Where the fuck were you?"

His smirk left his face, replaced with a crazied look that kinda scared me. "I'm not drunk." How is he not drunk? He's always drunk.

"Where the fuck were you?" I yelled in his face. His hands grabbed my arms as he pushed me backwards. "You really wanna know? Do you really wanna know? I was out talking to Joe about how I fucking love my girlfriend and how I continue to fuck up over and over. But for some fucking reason she takes me back every. Single. Time."

I didn't even get a chance to process what he had said when he angrily grabbed my face and pressed his lips firmly on mine. I stood there letting my emotions get the best of me. I kissed back. Crying into the hate filled kiss.

I grabbed the top of his button up and ripped all the buttons off as I pulled in one swift motion. Buttons flew across the hard wood floor. He returned the favor by ripping my silk night gown in half. Leaving me in panties and nothing else. He picked me off the floor and threw me onto the bed. He stood at the end of the bed watching me as he undid his belt and removed it from his pants. He grabbed my frail body and flipped me over pulling me so my legs hung off the bed. He soon wrapped his belt around my wrists keeping them bound behind my back.

"Look how pretty my slut looks waiting for me to do whatever I want." I pushed my ass back against him wanting him in me as soon as possible. I whimpered feeling his pants still on his body. He gripped my ass hard enough to leave bruises. He laughed as I squealed at the pain forming below my hips.

I felt his hands around my panties. They met the same torn fate as my dress had. His fingers went to work around my clit making me moan louder than I had meant to. He pinched my clit making a tear roll down my face and a moan leave my throat.

"I never told you to fucking talk bitch." He spat at me adding a smack to my ass to the end of his sentence. He never treats me this way. I should hate this. This isn't him. Why do I love this?

He slammed two fingers inside of me once he let go of my clit. I let out a sigh which turned into loud moans. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back. I yelped in pain and pleasure. He bent down and removed his fingers from me and quickly shoved them in my mouth. I slightly gagged as he pulled my hair tighter. "Suck." Was all he said to me. I bobbed my head on his fingers. Cleaning them of myself.

I heard him moan which made me quicken my pace on his fingers. He removed his fingers from my mouth wiping the saliva left on his hand onto the sheets. He let go of my hair causing me to smack back down on the bed.

"You are so good at being a slut. I would give you a reward if you weren't such a goddamn whore." These words he called me made me moan and want to vomit all at once. He didn't give me time to figure out my emotions as his pulled himself from his pants. Not even bothering to take them off.

He slammed into me making both of us moan. His left hand gripping the belt around my wrists. Making my arms sore from the restraint. His right hand found my already sore clit as he began to write the alphabet on the bundle of nerves. Curses left my mouth right and left. Dean only encouraging the outbursts.

I only got louder as I felt my high getting closer. Dean noticed and sped up his movements. "Go ahead and cum for me."

I let out a cry as I did just that. my whole body went limp as he continued to pound into me. Every trust would earn a whimper from me. Dean pulled out and yanked on the belt. My arms stretched as I cried out in pain.

He picked me off the bed so I was standing. He spun me around to face him. His hand wrapped itself in my hair. I felt his hand push me down onto the ground. He didn't have to tell me what to do. I put all of him in my mouth as his forcefully pushed my head onto him. My nose touching his pelvis over and over. I gagged so much my eyes began to water till I felt him release in my mouth. His hand grabbed my chin and lifted it to make me look him in the eyes.

"Swallow bitch." Those words alone almost sent me over the edge once more. I swallowed and waited for him to do something. He helped me up and removed the belt from my wrists. He sat me on the bed and he soon sat beside me. We were left in silence to think about what just happened.

I loved that but I hated the circumstance. This only happened because we were angry at each other. He hated me and I hated him. He wanted me to know just how mad he was.

"I-im sorry" he whispered out through his tears. I hadn't even realized he was crying. I turned to look at him. I wiped the tears from his face. Dean wouldn't even look me in the eyes.

"I love you Dean, but this can't happen again. I understand we have problems but this was truly fucking heartbreaking. I have boundaries and you crossed all of them."

He started sobbing at my words. "I hurt you I'm so so fucking sorry. I- I love you. I wouldn't h-hurt you on purpose. I'm a horrible person and I hate who I've become. I miss the old us." I hugged him as he cried into my chest.

"Dean you need to lay down and go to sleep we will talk about this tommorow." I said trying to tuck him into bed. He had stopped crying and actually started to go to sleep. "I'm going to sleep on the couch. Okay?" He started to cry again. "Please don't leave." He pleaded through tears. "I'm not leaving I'll see you in a couple of hours." I kissed his forehead and left the room.

I quickly got dressed and rounded up some essentials. I soon slipped out the front door.

Joe
4:56 am

You need to take care of Dean.
Tell him I love him and I wish him the best.

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