Who I Belong To

Dyed Hair

Dedicated to C & K, you know who you are!

Summary: I dye my hair and Dan is not too happy about it.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. I was at the hair salon, getting my hair cut. It was a little too long and I was getting split ends. Emmie had come with me. This was all her doing.

“You should totally dye it pink,” she said.

I shook my head. Dan loved the color of my hair and it would piss him off if I dyed it. Especially that color.

“You don’t have to dye all of it pink. Just some strands,” she said.

“Yeah, that would look hot,” my stylist said.

Talk about peer pressure.

“Alright,” I agreed.

It did look hot. She cut my hair in layers down to my shoulders and highlighted a good amount of my strands pink. I smiled. Maybe Dan would like it. I had lots of false hope.

Emmie dropped me off at home. I was still forbidden to drive, after I knocked over the mailbox. I thought it was a little weird that they let my ride with Emmie. Oh well, at least I could still get around. Dan was home, but Justin wasn’t. Justin was probably with Sue. I had always wondered about them.

I slowly opened the door and walked in. I saw Dan and quickly hurried up the steps.

“Hold on there, love,” he said, grabbing my arm.

The look on his face was deadly. I wanted to die right then and there.

“Why?” he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. That just pissed him off even more. I was expected to give an answer when asked.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time. Emmie said it looked hot,” I replied.

“Emmie is a bad influence on you. Maybe you two should hang out a little less,” he said.

That pissed me off. I understood that I belonged to them, in a sense. But I wasn’t a fucking child. He couldn’t tell who I could and couldn’t hang out with.

“Dan, I’m not a fucking child. You can’t tell me what to do,” I growled.

Ok, maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing to say. I immediately regretted it.

“You may not be a child, but you sure as hell act like one from time to time.”

I sighed and said,

“I’m sorry.”

Dan nodded his head. He heard that line from me so many times before.

“Go upstairs and wait for me,” he said.

I nodded my head and walked up to his room. For some reason I knew he wanted me to be in his room and not mine. I stood in the corner waiting for him. I checked myself out in the mirror first. My hair did look hot, despite the fact that it was getting me into so much trouble.

Suddenly I cursed myself for wearing a thong today. I groaned and pressed my head against the wall. Actually it didn’t really matter because I always got spanked on the bare. My stomach was all in knots, waiting for Dan. I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. I almost jumped when he opened the door.

He pressed his body against mine. Shivers traveled down my spine. I could feel his breath on my neck. He smelled so good. Like flowers.

“Turn around,” he said.

I turned around and faced him. He pushed me tighter against the wall and brushed his lips against my neck. I moaned. He kissed my neck, his tongue grazing my skin. Why did he have to tease me?

He stopped the kisses. He ran his fingers through my hair.

“I love your hair,” he purred into my ear.

“Really? I thought you hated it,” I replied.

“Well, I was just mad that you didn’t discuss it with me first, but I’ll admit that it’s a turn on,” he said.

“So does that mean I’m not going to get a spanking?” I asked.

He laughed.

“No, you’re still getting spanked.”

“Surprise, surprise,” I said with a roll of my eyes.

He brought his lips against mine, teasing me with his tongue. He led me out of the corner and he told me to wait for him. After a few moments I felt him slip the cool silk sleeping mask around my eyes. I whimpered; I wasn’t too fond of being blindfolded.

“Now, now, you’ll have plenty to whine about in just a moment,” he said.

He undid my jeans and slipped them down my legs. I stepped out of them, and almost fell on my face.

“Careful there,” Dan said, keeping me from falling.

“Well, I can’t see,” I said.

“I know.”

Dan slipped his fingers in wai waistband of my thong and pulled those down. They were a little easier to step out of. He pulled me over his lap. I shifted around a little in his lap. I found my comfortable spot; I was all too familiar with his lap.

I hated not being able to see, but the blindfold was supposed to heighten my senses. The first smack stung. It sent a fire throughout my body. The next smack was firmer. It was getting me hot.

By the time he delivered the tenth smack, my pussy was soaking wet. He knew it too. Both of them loved to push me to the edge. He gave me five more spanks, then let me off his lap. I went to remove the blindfold. He pulled my hand away.

“Leave it on,” he said.

Gently he pushed me onto the bed. I grimaced as my stinging skin connected with the bed spread. I heard Dan unzip his pants. A smile crossed my face. I spread my legs wider for him. He plunged into me and I wrapped my arms around him.

I moaned, wanting him deeper in me. He slipped deeper into my core. God, the man could fuck. He released into me and I screamed. I always screamed. He slipped out of me.

“God, that was fucking good,” I exclaimed.

“Glad I could please my woman,” Dan replied.

I threw off my shirt and ripped his off. I kissed him fiercely, making him all hard again. He pressed his naked body against him, electing a deep moan from my mouth.

“Later,” he said, pulling away.

He ran his fingers through my hair again.

“I’ve got to go to the studio,” he said, pulling on his jeans.

“Have fun,” I replied, pulling the covers around me.

Dan left and I fell asleep in his bed. I wondered what Justin would think of my hair?