He ruined me, too. That's what you forget.

3x09 “Homecoming”

He groaned again, grinding his crotch against hers teasingly. “How much do you think?” He breathed out in a deep husky tone. He moved his lips to her jaw, kissing down her jaw and neck before dragging his tongue across the arch of her neck.

She tutted softly. “I asked you to tell me Dean.” She said sternly, but her eyes held a hint of amusement. As quick as a flash she had them flipped so she was on top. “Are you hard for me yet Dean?” She teased as her hand rolled against his shaft. “So what does my slave wish if he is a good little slave?”

His breath caught in his throat as he watched her lustfully, watched as she undid her bra and pulled it off. “Much better.” He said, swiftly making his way over to her and climbing onto the bed. Then he was pressing his lips against hers, moving his hands to her panties, hooking a finger into them but not quite removing them yet.

Rebekah let out a moan as Dean pressed his lips to hers, the vampire arching up to meet his lips. She wanted him so damn much and she knew from his eyes he felt that way too and she cupped his face with both hands, deepening the kiss. “So how much do you want me?” she asked teasingly, arching her hips up against his hand.

Freya smiled at her younger sister. Over the years she had matured so much and it made the older sister proud. She was not the same girl that she was when they were first turned. “I appreciate you saying that now come on, darling. We have a party to go to.”

“Do we have to attend? I believe Nik has organised it? That means it will be either supernaturally dull or our lives will be in danger. I do believer there is no happy medium at one of Niklaus’ parties.” Rebekah laughed a little as she followed her elder sister.

Dean’s eyes trailed over every inch of his Mistress’ beautiful body, eyes lingering on certain places more then others. “Yeah? What if I want to see you completely naked first?” He asked, his tone just as playful and teasing as hers was.

Rebekah smirked and she reached behind her, an air of confidence about her, she knew she was beautiful, she knew her slave knew that and she unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the floor, her breasts bouncing a little as they were freed from the confines. “Is that better Dean?” She sat herself down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her arms again as her smirk feel into place again.