I don't care what people say

The rush is worth the price I pay

I get so high when you're with me

But crash and crave you when you are away

Mia walked into the restaurant and saw her date sitting in the corner waiting on her. He was handsome and everything she was looking for in a man. He was handsome, charming and had deep pockets, "Sorry I'm late." Mia said and took a seat cross from him. The waiter poured her a glass of wine just as her cell phone went off, "Excuse me," she told her date and grabbed her phone from her purse.

When she looked at the caller I.D. she rolled her eyes 'not now' she thought, "Is everything ok?" her dated asked her.

"Everything is fine but will you excuse me while I step outside to take this?"

"Of course," he said and Mia got up from the table and walked out the door into the parking lot.

This time when her phone rang, she answered it, "What do you want Dean?"

"I'm in town for the night. Get over here."

"No I am busy right now."

"Well get unbusy and get over here. I want to see you."

"You want to see parts of me Dean. There is a difference."

"Look just come over here."

Mia took the phone from her ear and hit it against her forehead. Why does he always do this to her? Just when she finally starts trying to get over him and move on with her life, he always came calling dragging her farther in. Why couldn't he just let her go? Mia tapped her foot on the pavement as her gut told her just to hang up the phone and throw it away but she just couldn't, "Give me ten minutes."

Mia pulled into the motel parking lot and parked next to the impala. She sat there wondering if she should really go in or not but she knew she really wanted to see him. Dean Winchester was her drug and she needed her monthly dose.

She knocked on the door and it wasn't long before he opened the door. There he stood in nothing but a pair of jeans, "Took you long enough," he said and moved aside to let her in the room.

"Hello to you too Dean," she said as he closed the door, "So what is it this time? Couldn't get a hoe at the bar, a tramp at the corner or a whore in the supermarket?"

Dean walked closer, "What...Cant I just have the pleasure of your company?"

"I know what kind of company you want Dean," Mia said and walked over to the small couch and sat down, propping her feet up on the small table, "Well...here I am."

Dean walked passed her and over to the mini fridge, "So what were you busy with?"

"Someone special and almost had him until someone called me." Dean just smirked, grabbing a beer.

"Well that's what I'm good for." He sat down next to her and she grabbed the beer from him and took a sip. Mia was wearing a tight red dress with red boots the stopped mid calf. He bit his lip at the sight of her smooth leg.

Mia just smiled at him and handed the beer back to him, "So what now Dean? Are we just cutting to the chase like always or are we actually going to have a conversation together."

"What's the point?" he said and stood up, "We both know that one of us will be gone in the morning so why waste time with a meaningless conversation?"

Mia looked over at him before standing up, "You know what Dean, you're right. Why do I even bother?" she asked and grabbed her purse, "I should have my legs wrapped around someone else tonight and would have too if you wouldn't have called," she snapped and walked toward the door.

She didn't get far before Dean grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against the wall. He knew she liked it when he took control, "I really don't want to hear you talking about fucking another guy," he seethed.

"You don't own me Dean," Mia snapped back and there eyes locked. He knew she was challenging him as always. She wanted him to claim her and he knew this all too well, "You aren't always around so I have to fulfill my needs elsewhere."

Dean couldn't stand the fact of someone else touching her. He put a hand to her throat, "I told I don't want to her about you fucking someone else." He pushed her harder against the wall and claimed her mouth with his own.

Mia held out for as long as she could but who was she kidding? She could never resist him. She opened her mouth and kissed him back.

With one hand still wrapped around her throat, Dean used her free hand to move slowly down her slim body and violently jerked her dress up.

He used his foot to spread her legs, "Mmmm," he moaned, cupping her pussy through her underwear, his middle and ring fingers massaging her with firm, pressing movements. "You're so wet."

The combination of alcohol and much needed sexual excitement made Mia's arousal grow under Dean's forceful touch. The crotch of her panties turned wet under his fingers as he pawed her with increasing determination. Pulling the moist material to the side, he quickly found her wet center and slipped his middle finger deep inside, "Oh…my…God!" she panted out feeling is finger go deeper into her.

"You know I'm going to fuck you, right?" Dean asked, speaking softly as he twisted his fingers inside her dripping pussy, "I'm going to bend you over this desk and fuck this tight little pussy of yours." Mia swallowed hard as her heart continued to race, "I want to hear you say it," he hissed. "I want you to tell me what you want me to fuck and make you mine."

"I...I want...you to fuck me."

As he pulled his hand from her, he held his fingers up to her face, letting her view the juices of her arousal coating his fingers and giving them a glistening sheen.

Before she could say anything, Dean shoved the fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself as her lips closed around them.

"So fucking sexy," he said with a smile as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her mouth.

Dean suddenly turned her around and shoved her forward, bending her over the desk. Mia panted with desire as she felt her face pressed against the wood as he pushed her dress up over her hips. Before she could say anything, he yanked her little black panties down her legs before freeing his cock from his pants.

A second later he pressed his tip into her wet hole, "Shit…" she blurted out as she felt her pussy stretching around Dean's cock.

Mia let out a tiny yelp as he slammed into her, filling her completely. "Fuck," he cursed, reaching up to grab her roughly by the hair. "You're even tighter than I remember."

Mia closed her eyes as Dean's thrusts grew harder and longer, painfully driving her body into the desk with each aggressive stroke. "You feel so damn good baby," he muttered, fucking her from behind as he held her firmly frozen in the submissive pose, "Who's are you?" he asked her.

"You…yours," she breathed out, "Dean..."

"Do you like me taking control?" Dean asked, giving her a sharp, resounding slap on the ass.

"Yes!" she gasped, feeling her bare skin sting from the force of his strike. Her eyes closed as she became lost in the pleasure. She was totally in his control and she was willing to do anything he asked.

"Are you going to fucking cum Mia?" he asked thrust slow and hard.

"Dean…so…so close," she moaned out, "Please…don't stop."

Dean thrust became harder and more forceful as he felt her tighten around her as her climax took over her body.

Mia held onto the desk for dear life breathing heavily. Dean turned her around and kissed her, "Oh I'm not even done with you yet."

His promise sent shivers down her spine and when he pulled her closer to him she could feel his hard member pushing against her belly.

"Take your dress off," he ordered. "I want to see you, all of you."

She knew he was the only one she'd let control her like this and she had no idea why. He just had this power over her and he used it to his advantage.

She took the straps off her shoulders and just let it fall to the ground. Dean bit his lip as his eyes followed the dress and then back up her body. One of the reasons he picked Mia, she had one of the best bodies he's ever seen.

After pushing the rest of his jeans and boxers to the floor he grabbed her forcefully and kissed her roughly. His hand pulled at the hair that it was tangled with. He pushed her down on the little couch and without any warning he slammed into her. With it being such a surprise Mia's nails dug into Dean's chest ripping through the skin that was there and scratched across.

"Fuck!" Dean groaned thrusting harder into her and looking down at his chest seeing it bleeding. "Damn Mia." Their eyes caught and she saw the controlling urge in them.

He turned her head a little as he bent down and bit at her shoulder causing her to gasp in pain and pleasure. As his biting became harder so did his thrust. She ran her right hand through his hair as he continued to bite and suck on her shoulder and her other hand slid down his smooth muscular back.

"I'm gonna fucking mark you in so many ways so no other man touches you."

He kissed her roughly biting at her bottom lip then turning her head and biting down on her neck. She let out a small cry and then felt his tongue soothing the mark. He kissed up to her ear and bit at it. "You're mine."

Mia bit her suddenly swollen bottom lip as she felt herself getting close again.

"You're going to do exactly what I say Mia," he said breathlessly. "If I tell you to fucking cum. You better fucking cum."

She whimpered knowing he had complete control over her.

Dean thrusted again hitting the right spot. "Shit…Dean…"

"You cumming baby? Not yet."

"I can't…can't stop…"

"Hold it baby."

Mia bit her bottom lip squeezing her eyes shut. Dean was torturing her not letting her cum. God she needed to cum!

"Please…Dean…" She bit her bottom lip so hard she tasted copper.

Dean just wanted to watch her squirm see how long she could hold out. He smirked and said, "Go ahead baby soak my cock up with your juice. Make it good."

With that she let go moaning his name making him thrust faster loving his name being called from her lips.

When she finally came down from her erotic high Dean still wasn't done with her. He pulled out, kissing her with hot needful kisses. "I want you to ride me baby. Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."

Dean pulled her roughly from the couch and pushed her toward the bed. He sat down on the edge and Mia straddle his lap. It was her turn to be control things. She wasted no time before sliding down his thick cock taking him all into her slick center, "Oh…Shit." She moaned as Dean grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth closer to him.

"That's it Mia…ride my cock." He commanded and she began to bounce up and down on his shaft as he thrusted up into her, "You are going to make me fucking cum!"

Mia leaned back as she began to rock back and forth as fast as she could.

Dean grabbed her breast and took her left nipple into his mouth and bit down hard causing her to cry out, "You like that don't you?"

"Yes…god yes Dean."

Dean felt his climax building and flipped them over onto the bed and thrusted in and out of her as fat as he could, "You better be close baby."

"Close…so close…gonna…" She couldn't get the words out before she was cumming once again, screaming his name over and over as she dug her nails into his shoulder.

Dean felt her tighten around him once more and let go, digging his fingers into her hips, "Oh…fuck!" he moaned as he shot his warm seed deep inside her pussy.

Mia looked over to her side seeing Dean asleep. She quietly crawled out of bed and grabbed her dress and boots quickly pulling them on. She grabbed her purse and headed for the door and once she turned the knob Dean woke up. He looked up from the pillow and she stopped dead in her tracks but never looked at him.

"Leaving?" She could tell he was still waking up.

"Uh, yeah I have things to do." She wanted him to tell her to stay and maybe tell her after a year of just a fling that it was more to him then a fling.

"K, call you later." She looked over at him watching him roll over his back facing her and she nodded as she walked out the door.

A few tears had escaped her eyes and she wiped them away. She got in her car and stared at Dean's motel room door. The more she stared at it the more she got angrier and frustrated with herself. How could she let this man treat her like this? How did she ever let it get this far?

She let out a sob as she hit her hands against the steering wheel. "Shit!" She knew there was only one way out.

Mia backed out of the parking lot and drove down the road never looking back. For once she didn't look back. She dug through her purse and found her phone. She looked at it once more and then threw it out the window. She pushed the gas pedal harder with her foot and said, "Never again."

Authors Note: We hope you all enjoyed dominant controlling Dean :) Because of this one shot we decided to make a story out of this. We thought it would be fun. So don't forget to check it out when it pops up :) It'll be called An Overdose of a Certain Winchester.