A/N: This is part 2 to 50 Shades 0f Dean Ambrose. I kind of wrote myself into a corner there so I decided to continue from another angle, but it's still the story of Jenna, Jon, Julie and Robert. Now, if you remember, Jenna just woke up from a dream where she flipped the script with Jon. Let's see where this takes us. As usual, thank you for following my stories and for being wonderful readers. Feel free to leave feedback, constructive criticism or whatever applies. It helps me grow as a writer.
_Jenna POV_
I felt myself getting flushed in the face. The idea of being dominating with Jon was really getting to me. I know it will never happen because he's dominating and most of the times dominate people don't ever submit. Why it had to get gross on me I have no idea. That I just chalk up to random stories I hear people tell about their embarrassing moments with their lovers. But the role reversal would definitely be a turn on. I told him when he asked me about my kink level that I am versatile. He just has to show me a side of him that brings out the versatility and being tied up in his red room of pain isn't exactly spice of life. That spontaneous sex on that overhang sure was.
The simple fact that even weeks later I am still thinking about that means he's good. So, my body still wants him despite the crazy demands the contract states that we both signed and initialed and I even verbally agreed to. I don't think I can get used to him opening up to me in one conversation and then in the next saying "I'm not the boyfriend type" or calling himself "Fucked up". As far as I can see, he's far from fucked up. He just likes to be kinky and he hides behind that image that he's unattainable and too rough around the edges to love. He'd never admit that to me though. It's all good though. Today is a brand new day.
I get up and go about my business getting dressed being that I am still on vacation I can pretty much do whatever I want. I can hear Julie in the shower in her room. So, I wander out into the living room and flip on the TV. Some random HBO show is playing as I get my lap top. I suppose after that conversation last night, Jon probably gave up on e mail and went back to texting because he doesn't have to use a password. Much to my surprise, he didn't abandon e mail.
Beautiful:
Hey you. I hope your having a good day. I'm envious that your on vacation and I'm off doing another WWE tour. I'm in New York tonight. I wish I had my own private jet so I can send for you. It gets boring out here by myself on the road, but I wouldn't change this job for anything on earth.
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