WEEK 1
It was just another normal day that was about to take a turn for one of them but right in that second, none of them knew. It was just another normal day for Dean, Seth and Roman as they were hanging out in the arena, watching the workers put up the ring for that night's show. Roman was the one breaking the normality as he looked up the ramp to take a look at the different people coming and going and his eyes landed on Luke Harper.
"Who's that woman with Luke?" He asked.
Seth and Dean looked up the ramp too and the moment Dean saw her, he couldn't keep the smile from his face.
"That's Luke's childhood friend Prissy," he answered.
"You know her?" Roman asked.
"Oh yeah, back from the indie scenes when Luke and I worked together. He brings her around from time to time and she travels with him for a while," Dean answered.
"She's hot," Seth added.
"She's very hot," Dean couldn't take her eyes from her. "She's also taken and has been for years."
"You think she brought her man here?" Roman asked.
"He's already here and he'll be by her side in a minute," Dean answered.
"How can you be so sure?" Seth asked.
Dean turned his head and grinned at his two friends.
"Because I'm about to go up there," he said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Seth asked.
Dean just turned his grinning face away from his two friends and started walking up the ramp.
"Wait! Ambrose! What's that supposed to mean?" Seth raised his voice.
"Better follow before he makes a fool out of himself," Roman said.
They quickly ran to Dean's side and followed him up the ramp. There was something in Dean's eyes, more than just determination, something they hadn't seen before. Luke's eyes landed on the three men as they came up there but Dean only looked at Prissy.
"Dean," Luke spoke calmly. "You remember Prissy."
"I do," although Dean spoke to Luke, he still kept his eyes on her. "Hey raccoon."
"Raccoon?" Roman muttered lowly.
"Hi Dean," she smiled.
He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head just a bit. He normally loved hearing her say his name but he preferred hearing it when they were alone and he was doing a whole lot more to her than just looking at her. There was only one word he wanted to hear her call him right in that moment. One word that would make him feel so much better. One word that he knew meant so much more.
"How long are you staying this time?" He asked.
"I don't know," she answered.
"Yeah, you never know," he was still smiling.
"True, I never know," she giggled.
"We better get going. We promised to meet Erick for lunch," Luke said.
"Right," she said.
"See you around," Dean said.
"Yeah, later, psycho," she smirked and walked away with Luke.
Dean's grin couldn't get any wider. Psycho. She had said the magic word. The little nickname she had given him years ago because of the things he could and would do to her. The things no one knew. The things they both loved. The one word that let him know what was to come.
"Psycho?" Roman looked at Dean.
"Just a cute little pet name," Dean said.
"Yeah, it doesn't get any cuter than that," Seth chuckled.
"Raincheck on tonight," Dean said. "I got other plans after the show."
"How the...? What did we just miss?" Roman asked.
"Don't worry your pretty head with that," Dean chuckled.
Late that evening Dean was lying on the bed in his hotel room only wearing a pair of sweatpants. He had thought about just staying completely naked after his shower but there was a small chance of someone else knocking on his door that he decided to put on something. They would come off soon enough. As knocking sounded on his door, he couldn't stop the grin that seemed to have occupied his face most of the day ever since he saw her. He got up from the bed and walked over to open the door, sucking in a sharp breath as she stood there in a short black skirt and a dark purple top.
"So you couldn't stay away any longer," he smirked.
He stepped aside and she walked into his room without a word. As she heard the door close behind her, she turned around and within a second she found herself pressed up against the wall with his hand around her throat. A moan escaped her right away and he smirked at her again.
"Did you miss me?" He asked.
"Yeah," she smiled.
"Yeah, you always do. I missed you too," he said.
She stretched her neck, trying to make him squeeze harder on her throat, but he just stood there, keeping his hand locked on her without squeezing too tight. Not yet. There was certain things he wanted to get out before giving in. He leaned forward and captured her lips, devouring her mouth as a starved lion, making damn sure she felt just how much he had missed her.
"Say my name," he said as he pulled away.
"Dean," she purred.
Her sexy voice got to him everytime.
"What's your safe word?" He asked.
"Come on, you know I never use that," she said.
"Safe word!" He snapped and squeezed her throat tighter.
"Tulip!" She gasped.
"Good. Now that that's settled," he said.
He let go off her throat and instead pulled the top over her head. Again he had trouble remembering how to breathe as her naked breasts came into view. Classic her not to wear a bra when she came to him. He never complained. He reached forward and pinched both her nipples, earning him another moan of pain and pleasure from her. His nails ran down her stomach and his fingertips dug into the waistband of her skirt.
"I love it when you wear elastic skirts. Much more easy to get off you," he said as he pulled the skirt down.
He always loved undressing her on her first night back with him. It was like the first time all over again, as if he had almost forgotten how her naked body looked although he never truly forgot. She was etched into his mind. His fingernails ran up her thighs slowly, ripping at her skin painfully as they made their way back to that sexy little black thong that quickly joined the skirt on the floor.
He reached his hands forward again, one of them grabbing her jaw in a tight lock while the other one was back to pinching, only this time he pinched her clit instead of one of her nipples. She cried out in pain and he licked his lips at the sight.
"How long were you gone this time?" He asked.
"Four months," she answered.
"Get on the bed on your hands and knees," he said.
He dragged her off the wall and pushed her towards the bed. She crawled up on it and positioned herself as he had requested. He followed her, sat on his knees behind her, one hand resting on her back while the other hand stroked her ass.
"Four months?" He thought out loud. "That should be four spankings then."
She moaned even before he raised his hand. The thought alone had her in a place he would push her even further into. He raised his hand and finally let four hard slaps rain down on her ass, earning him four loud moans in return. He ran his fingers between her folds, feeling how wet she was.
"You're practicually dripping," he chuckled. "You missed me bad, didn't you?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
"I'm not sure four was enough. Four months will be 16 weeks, right?" He ran the palm of his hand over her ass. "Can you take 12 more?"
"Please!" She gave him a cocky look over her shoulder. "You know I can take way more than that."
He knew she could but he also knew she hadn't endured pain like he would give in those four months. Had she been with other men while she was gone? Most likely yes, just like he had been with other women. But had any other man touched her and hurt her the way that he always did? Not a chance in hell. He was the only one doing that to her, the one thing she loved but still always ended up running away from and trying to live without, and she always came running straight back when the need got too strong again.
"Don't be cocky or I might use the belt," he said darkly.
That only made her shake her ass as a response. He knew the belt was no warning or threat to her. It was a promise. A promise for later. Not now, not on her first day back. He liked to add to it as the days went along, making her get more and more, making her understand that he would never back down or stop.
He raised his hand again and let 12 hard slaps rain down on her ass. The room drowned in a mix of noises from his hand against her soft skin and the loud moans she let out. As soon as the final slap had been handed out, he forced three fingers inside her roughly, feeling how she came straight away as he thrust them into her, forcing his way through the tight walls as they clamped down on his fingers.
Once she stopped shaking and screaming, he pulled his fingers back out. He moved out of the bed but before she could even turn her head to look at him, he grabbed her ankles and she felt how her knees left the bed and she landed down on her stomach.
He was fast to get out of the sweatpants and jump up to straddle her legs so she couldn't move. He leaned down, sinking his teeth into her already red and sore ass, biting and pulling, making her hurt even more, making her moan even louder.
Once he was satisfied at the pain he had delivered, he let go and instead started kissing his way up her back until he was lying on top of her, pinning her down with his body weight. He was still straddling her as he reached between them and tried steering his dick in the right direction.
"Lift your ass up for me just a bit," he said.
She pushed up towards him as much as she could and they both let out a moan as he managed to push inside her. She relaxed again and he planted one more kiss on her shoulder before he started thrusting into her.
His fingers ran up her arms, pinning her wrists down on either side of her head even though she hadn't moved them at all and he thrust in as hard as he could. He loved having her like this. His teeth could mark her back as much as he wanted and she could easily cover it up with a shirt. He sank them into the back of her shoulder, ripping her skin towards him, tasting her blood as she came again, squeezing him so tight and delightful that he came too. For a moment they just laid still while they both tried catching their breaths.
"Just so you know, I'm waking you up like that tomorrow," he said in a light tone.
"What? Spanking or fucking?" She asked.
"No," he chuckled. "With my teeth in your ass."
He rolled down beside her and she turned her face to look at him. He reached his hand forward to pull the hair out of her sweaty face and he was met by that cute little smile that always made him fall in love with her all over.
"I missed you, raccoon. Like a lot," he said.
"I missed you too, psycho," she said.
She wasn't lying. She never lied. She would turn her back and run away again and again but she never lied and she never stopped thinking about him, never stopped missing him like he always missed her, and she always came running back. He knew that. It had been like that for years. Each time he would get a step closer and he just kept knocking down her walls. At some point he had to reach the final one. He was sure of it.
"How does a shower sound before we go to bed?" He asked.
"It sounds fantastic," she said.
"Yeah?" He smiled. "Want me to go down on you out there? You know, just to make sure you're absolutely clean."
"Of course, can't miss a spot," she giggled.
He grabbed her head and pulled her close so he could kiss her, more relaxed this time but still as passionated as always. He managed to push himself out of bed and pull her with him while still attached to her lips. He didn't want to let go off her. Not tonight, not any time soon, not ever.