You and Me

/-Riley-/

I wake up alone. My side's empty. No Dean. It was all a dream. A dream to mock me. It's when my eyes scan the room that I realize it isn't mine. Just then, Dean walks in with a tray, shirtless.

“I see you're up already, beautiful” He smiles. It wasn't a dream. He's really here. I notice he's hesitant to drop the tray.

“I believe that's for me” I smile, reaching for it.

“Yeah, it was, but considering what happened last time I tried to serve you, I'd rather you get your breakfast." He shrugs, turning away.

“That was a long time ago. Besides, I don't see any scars" I pout, but he sits on the chair opposite me and starts eating. I groan before climbing out of bed. He doesn't spare me a glance. Jerk!

“You're the most unromantic guy I've ever met” I huff.

“Have you been having lots of those? No wonder I found you a virgin” He taunts and my jaw drops. I snatch the tray from his lap and glare at him.

“Don't worry, I'm full. You can have my leftover”. I feel like throwing the tray at him. Other guys serve their partners in bed, but mine is always different. He makes me believe it's for me, then he empties the plate before me.

“You are so annoying” I seethe, dropping the tray aside to fold my arms. He wears an amused smile.

“You're cute”.

“Is that all you have to say?” I frown. He stands and walks pass me. I pulled him back.

“You're not leaving until this fight is over” I state, poking his chest.

“Yeah, let's end it here. On bed” He smirks. Before I can protest, he shoves me on the bed.

“W.what do you think you're doing?” I ask. He doesn't reply, instead he's busy pulling off the nightie.

“Dean….” He places a finger on my lips and I keep shut. He stares at my body and I bite my lip nervously. It's not it's his first time or something, but I can't help it.

“Why are you still nervous, Barbie?” He asks, staring keenly at me.

“I'm…not…nervous” I stutter, and he gives a lopsided smile. He doesn't believe me. I don't even sound convincing. I look away from him.

“Let's do this another time” I say quickly, but instead he kisses me. I give in to the demanding kiss almost immediately. I wrap my legs round him as we deepen the kiss. His lips fall to my body. He caresses very inch of my skin with his tongue, and I moan underneath him. My face flushes as I feel his hard member against my lower body.
He turns me over and plants butterfly kisses on my back. He smacks my ass hard and I gasp. He smacks it again and again, and I cuss.
I don't want him to finger me or anything. I want to feel his warmth. I want him inside me.

“Just do it, already” I plead.

“Do what?” His husky voice makes me ache more.

"Fuck me”.

“Are you certain, it's going to hurt a little” He tells me.

“I don't care. Just do it”. I hate how desperate I sound, but it doesn't matter at the moment. I quickly turn, to help him pull off his pants. He's having second thoughts. I can see it in his eyes.

“I don't want to hurt you” He confesses finally. I cup his face and kiss him deeply. He responds immediately and uses the opportunity to slide in. I gasp immediately as a sharp pain hits me. He doesn't let me break the kiss.
He starts moving slowly, and the pain keeps intensifying. I didn't think it'd hurt like the first time. His thrusts get stronger and faster, and my eyes water.

“Stop” It comes out as a whisper. He doesn't listen. Tears started clouding my eyes.

“Dean stop” I plead, but he increases his pace instead. It hurts. It hurts a lot.

“Stop, please….stop” I sob. Again, he ignores my plea. What made me think of this? Why did urge him to? The pain is way greater than the pleasure. I can't take it anymore. I started hitting and yelling at him to stop.

“Just a little more, Barbie. Hang on” He pleads. Tears stream down my cheeks. All I feel is pain and he's getting all the pleasure. But as I listen to his moans, a smile crosses my lips. Even if it hurts as he'll, it feels so good to hear him moan.
It feels good to make him moan. To give him pleasure. I wrap my arms round him and he kisses me. After a few more thrusts, he releases into me.

“I'm sorry” He apologizes but I ignore him. I feel so weak and sore.

“Barbie, I said I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself, forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you” He apologizes again, but I remain silent. He sighs and walks out of the room. He returns and lifts me from the bed. He carries me to the Jacuzzi and drops me in the warm, foamy water.
I shut my eyes and relaxed in it, enjoying the soothing effect it had on my skin. I ignore him totally.

“Wifey, please talk to me” He pleads, but I remain mute. I'm not totally mad at him, though. I asked for it. He didn't want to, but I made him do it.

“Riley….”

“Just let me be. I don't wanna talk to you, don't you get it” I snap without opening my eyes. I hear his retreating footsteps and the door shuts. I open my eyes and smile. I still haven't forgotten he denied me breakfast.
The silent treatment will just be a payback. About an hour later, I step out and grab the towel. I still feel a little pain, but I'm sure it'd be gone soon. I wrap the towel round my body and step into the room. There's no sign of Dean, but my clothes are neatly placed on the bed. There's breakfast too.

I don't waste time in digging in. I didn't realize how hungry I was until now. After eating, I dress and take the tray with me. I didn't even get to ask him where we were. He's still nowhere in sight. I find my way to the kitchen and drop the tray.
It's so simple and beautiful. This whole place is. I clear the dishes and just before I leave, my eyes meet the window. Is that water?

I rush outside quickly and gasp. We're in the middle of nowhere. All I see are trees. And water. An ocean. I looked back at the house. It's a beach house. Where are we and where the hell is Dean?
I hear noises and follow it to the back of the house. It's him, still shirtless, breaking coconuts. Either he doesn't notice me or he just chose to ignore me.

“Where are we?” I finally speak.

“You want to go back?” He retorts without sparing me a glance.

“What's with the attitude? I'm supposed to be the angry one” I scoff.

“Then you should have simply yelled. You couldv'e abused me, hit me, glare, anything, not ignore me. I already apologized but you made me feel like shit. You didn't even look at me” He says quietly, staring at the sea.

“You refused to talk to me. At that moment, I would have preferred you drive a knife through my heart” He adds. I step closer to him.

“Is it too late to apologize?” I ask, taking his hand. He rolls his eyes.

“Come on, I'm sorry. Fine, don't talk to me as well. Give me the silent treatment too” I say, and he frowns at me.

“I hate it when you make me bend to your will” He sighs and I grin widely.

“You're welcome, Mr. Shaw. So, where are we?” I asked pick one of the coconuts.

“My island” He shrugs. His island? He owns an island? Why did I have to fall asleep all the way, dammit!

“You own this whole place? Like everywhere? “I ask and he nods. Damn, I really need to explore this place.

“How many more?” I ask. Of course it's just this one! Why do I have to ask such a stupid question?

“Three…five…don't know. I lost count. They're scattered all over the place” He shrugs and my jaws dropped. Did he just say he lost count? Scattered all over the place? I think I don't even know this man. I pick another coconut.

“Hey, you can't enslave me on my property. If you want anything, you get it yourself” He states.

“But it's too…up there. I can't reach it” I pout.

“I'll lift you, then you can reach for it with the stick” He says, taking my hand.

“Are you sure?” I ask as he leads me through the crowd of leaves. We stop at a tree.

“Are you scared?”.

“Scared of falling, yeah”.

“What's so bad about falling, huh?" He smirks and I give him a look. I suddenly don't trust him with my life anymore.

“What's so good about falling, huh? You get hurt, dickhead”.

“Depends on the kind of fall you're talking about. I'm looking at the good kind of fall. Like fall into my arms? Falling in love? Falling at my feet? “He says cockily and I narrow my eyes.

“Well I'm looking at the bad kind of fall. Like fall and sprain an ankle? Fall and break your neck? Fall to your death?”.

“You'll be standing on the shoulders of a really strong man, you know. Besides, if you weren't so little, you wouldn't have to be so far off the ground” He taunts.

"You arrogant dick, who told you I'm little, huh?" I growl. How dare he!

“Yet I have to carry you. You didn't carry me when I was plucking mine. Of what essence are you to me, anyway?” He scoffs. My fists clench at the insult.

“You're so getting it this time, Alvin” I grit, throwing my shoe at him. He runs off laughing.