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He Likes Control	By : quigonrules Category: G through L > Gilmore Girls Views: 9852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing of GG, it is all owned by the wonderful Amy Sherman-Palladino. I make no money from this story.

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Chapter 8

Dean walked into his dark house. After hearing about Lindsay he half expected to find her here waiting. He was thankful when the house was quiet. He went into the bedroom and found Jess asleep. While Dean was pleased with the progress Jess had already made he knew not to trust him yet. Jess had his wrists locked together as well as his ankles. The ankles were attached to one corner of the bed so he could sleep more comfortably. Dean crawled in next to him thinking about the day's events. Yesterday morning he had been in an unhappy marriage. Tonight he had the love of his life with an added bonus, glancing at Jess. Dean felt no love for Jess, this was strictly control and revenge. Plain and simple. Tomorrow he would drive to Hartford after work to find a suitable sleeping area for Jess. He smiled at the possibilities as his mind wandered into sleep.

His ears rang the next morning as his alarm went off. “Ugh” he moaned. “It’s too early.” reaching to turn it off. It was 5:45am. “Not even 4 hours of sleep, today is gonna suck.” he turned over and saw Jess staring at him. “How long have you been awake?”

“I don’t know, maybe ten minutes?”

“Okay,” Dean said, rolling onto his back “Make yourself useful.” gesturing downwards. Jess sighed but sat up, it was a little hard with his wrists hooked together but he made his way down under the sheets. A moment later Dean felt a mouth on his cock making it twitch. A tingling feeling went through his body as Jess took more of him into his mouth with each bob. Movement under the sheets stopped as the tip of his cock started being licked making Dean moan. He was so sensitive there he couldn’t control it. Too quickly Jess went back to taking him into his mouth. Dean could feel the build up inside him. “It doesn’t mean I’m attracted to him, it means I have my dick in someone's mouth.” He thought to himself. He could feel it bubbling, about to explode. He almost warned Jess, but grinned deciding not to. A moment later bliss swept over him as he cummed. Jess shot up throwing covers everywhere coughing and sputtering.

“Is there a problem?” Dean posed Jess opened his mouth with anger filling his face. But paused when he looked at his Master.

“No Sir, you just caught me off guard.”

“Good boy, go make some breakfast.” Dean got up quickly and headed to the bathroom to get dressed. Coming back out, he saw that Jess was still on the bed. “Why are you still in bed? I thought I told you to make some food!” He advanced on Jess. Jess pulled away as much as he could holding up his arms.

“Sir! You forgot to unlatch me..I’m still attached to the bed!” He hollered “I couldn’t make the food!” Jess’s eyes danced around Dean’s face looking for any sign of emotion other than anger.

Dean paused and looked down seeing Jess’s ankles still bound to the bed. He began to laugh also. Seeing Jess tied naked to the bed looking at him like that was the funniest thing he had seen in a long time. Tears started forming in his eyes, he wiped them away. “Well I guess that would make it hard now wouldn’t it?” Jess was looking at him like he was crazy and just nodded his head. Dean grabbed the key out of his pocket and disconnected all of the cuffs from each other and released him from the bed.Jess stretched his arms and legs exposing his body even further. Dean had to acknowledge that Jess had a good body, nobody could deny that. Plus having those cuffs on him almost gave him a genie feel that Dean liked the look of.
“I don’t have time for breakfast now, but I’ll take the blame on that one. I’ll just pick up some food on the way to Tom’s.” Dean pointed to Jess’s clothes on the floor of the bathroom where they had been left last night after their bathroom episode “You get dressed and hang out here. There’s some food in the fridge that I picked up yesterday.” He paused as he reached the door. “I’ll be back at lunchtime. Have something prepared and don’t try anything stupid.” He left without another word, locking the front door behind him.

Dean was a little worried about leaving Jess here. How far would he go to try and escape? He wouldn’t be able to get out of the door without a key of course with how the lock worked, but if he tried hard enough he could break the window and leave. It had passed through his mind to lock him up again, but even Dean wasn’t that heartless. Having your arms and legs stuck in one position for that many hours was just short of torture. So all he could do was hope that the work he had done with him the past 24 hours did the trick and Jess would be waiting for him there when he got home for lunch.

Work went quickly and soon he was on his way back to his apartment at noon. Dean felt his body tense as he pulled up to his apartment, Lindsay was sitting on his steps. The car shook as he slammed the door making Lindsay jump. She apparently hadn’t seen him pull up. “What do you want?” he spouted.

“I wanted to talk to you.” she responded standing.

“Obviously…” he said back.

“Can we go in?” she asked, pointing to the door.

“No.”

Taken back Lindsay stepped back. “Okay, well I guess we can talk here. I want you to come home.”

“No.” He brushed past him and stood at the door. “I told you, it’s over. I’m moving on with my life.” He paused, then walked right up to her pulling her close. Lindsay melted into him as he snarled, “And if you ever attack her again you will regret it. Do I make myself clear?”

Lindsay’s face shattered as his words went over her. She lowered her head and peeped “Yes Sir.”
Dean bit the automatic “Good girl” on his lips and went inside. He punched the door after shutting it, crying out from hitting the metal frame. “Damn her.” Noise from the kitchen caught his attention. Turning he saw Jess putting some macaroni in some bowls in the kitchen through the cut out.

“I don’t really know what you like, and I’m a shit cook, so I thought this was a safe bet.” He called not looking at him. As Dean walked up to him he noted that Jess remembered to lower himself to the floor.

“Good boy,” Dean stroked his cheek as he came into the kitchen. “Mac and cheese is great. You may sit.” he added taking his seat and pointing to the other chair. They ate in silence.

“Sir?” Jess started

“Yes?” Dean answered, raising an eyebrow. Jess really was trying to convince him that he was submissive.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Depends.”

Jess shifted in his seat, it looked like he was trying to find the right words. Keeping his eyes on his food he asked, “What are we doing? I mean, is this my life now? Are you just going to hold me here till you get sick of me and get rid of me or what? Or do I have this to look forward to for the next 50 years?”

Dean focused on Jess’s face. He hadn’t really thought about it long term. “To be honest? I’m really not sure. I hadn’t really planned this you know.”

“Oh really? You didn’t dream of having a sex slave all your life?...Specifically a boy one at that?” he added.

Dean cocked his head to one side, “I think you are getting too bold. Unless you would like to actually experience being a sex slave I would hold your tongue.”

Jess held up his hands in surrender. Dean raised an eyebrow expecting more. “Yes Sir, I’m sorry.” He added.

Dean decided this was a dangerous conversation and changed it. “I need to go to Hartford after work to pick up more supplies and look at some furniture to furnish this place. My question is what to do with you?”

Jess stayed silent and ate his food. Dean continued, keeping close eye on Jess’s reactions, “Looking at the situation I have three options. I leave you here like I have this morning.” No response. “I leave you here attached to the bed.” Jess’s eyes widened for a second while looking at his bowl of food. “Or...I take you with me.” His head shot up locking eyes with Dean. “Considering some of the errands pertain to you, I would prefer to have you with me. However, I’m not sure you have earned that yet. How do I know that you wont try to run away and call the cops?”

Dean waited for Jess’s response; again he looked like he was searching for the words that would give him what he wanted. “You have those photographs. Why would I run?”

“Since when do you care if you hurt someone? I don’t think you would care if Luke sees them if it means you get away.”

Jess opened his mouth, then shut it again thinking. Ultimately he said “I won't run.”

“Oh?” Dean teased. Jess looked up at Dean, with true acceptance in his eyes.

“I won’t.”

Dean stood looking at the clock. “I have to get back to the construction site.My break’s almost up.” He stood by Jess placing his hand on his shoulder. “I’ll make my decision when I get home.” With a stroke of Jess’s cheek Dean went back to work.
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