Bound
Chapter 1
Just another night.
Staring down at the piece of paper in her hands, Tayce Stevens heaved a sigh and tossed it to the side on the bed, scrubbing a hand down her face. They were shacked up in another rundown motel, but it was clean enough, she supposed. Her long golden auburn hair was piled up on top of her head in a messy bun to keep it out of her face. Summer was approaching and the A/C decided to stop working in her room, so she had the window cracked to get some kind of air. She wore black boy cut short panties and a skimpy black matching camisole that showed off her mid-drift. Nobody would see her tonight, so Tayce wasn't worried about flashing her goods. Her deep citrine eyes stared out the window at the rain tapping on the window, relaxing her body somewhat, but not her mind.
It refused to stop racing.
Pulling out a pack of smokes, Tayce slid one out of the package and lit it up with her lighter, inhaling the sweet nicotine. Smoking wasn't the best habit in the world, but it kept her nerves calm and her mind from racing with all the possibilities of what her best friend was doing. Tayce hated the fact she was in love with someone she'd known her entire life and didn't know how it happened. Maybe it was grade school. No – high school. No – she knew exactly when she fell in love with him and nothing could've prepared her for it.
He wanted to be a wrestler.
He wanted to travel the world and get the hell out of Cincinnati, Ohio. Tayce didn't blame him and wanted the same thing, remembering the night he told her while they took a late night drive down the country road. They were 15 and he'd stolen his mother's car after she passed out from popping too many pills. They pulled over in a nearby cornfield and he looked at her with those deep bluish grey eyes that always captivated her, the words still echoing in her mind. There were tryouts happening in Carolina and he was leaving that following morning to go for his dream. Tayce couldn't bear to see him go alone and offered to tag along, not wanting him to make the long journey alone. In all honesty, she didn't give him a choice. He'd been alone most of his life and Tayce refused to let him leave without her. They both took off that following morning and never looked back.
Ever since then, Tayce had been beside him through thick and thin, all the while her heart breaking whenever he took a whore to his bed. Or he drank too much and had to be carried out of a bar. Tayce closed her eyes, letting a single tear slide down her cheek and took another long drag of her cigarette, wondering how much more she could take. How much more she would be able to handle before she finally walked away from him.
Never.
She'd never have the guts to walk away from him and it killed her that a single man had so much power over her. Even as she screwed one of their closest friends, all Tayce thought about was him and she basically used her current fling for a release in her frustration. And he used her as well. That's what the sport of professional wrestling amounted too. Using people to get ahead and acquire whatever desired.
Tayce wiped the single tear away from her cheek, knowing she had nobody else to blame except herself and stubbed the cigarette out angrily in the ashtray, pushing her best friend in the far recesses of her mind. She was determined to get some sleep tonight even if it killed her, cutting the light off and slid into bed. Just as her eyes closed, a knock sounded at her motel door and Tayce groaned, wondering who it could be at this hour. Stumbling over, Tayce didn't bother putting any other clothes on and opened the door, staring back into the hungry green eyes of her current fling.
Sam Johnston – also known in the Indy world as Sami Callihan and everyone referred to him as Sami.
"What are you doing here?" Tayce asked tiredly, leaning her head against the doorframe with arms folded in front of her chest.
Sami smirked, slowly giving her an appreciative onceover and felt his cock twitch in his pants, closing the distance between them. "Couldn't sleep and it looks like you can't either, precious." He murmured, running his finger down her cheek to her jaw and neck, his hands clamping down on her hips. "Let me in."
"Why?" Tayce couldn't help messing with him a little, running her finger down his t-shirt covered chest. "What's in it for me?"
Sami groaned, loving how her voice dropped to a sultry tone and grabbed her hand, placing it right on his jean covered bulge. "This." He hissed, their mouths mere inches from each other and Tayce could already feel her body responding to him.
Grabbing the front of his t-shirt, Tayce yanked him against her as their mouths crashed together, feeling Sami instantly lift her, legs wrapping around his waist. He slammed her back against the door, his hands running up her smooth toned stomach since the top didn't cover her lower abdomen. Sami only stood at 5'10 and weighed 200 pounds, but he had an incredible body. If Tayce wasn't so hung up on another man, she would've definitely chosen Sami as more than just a fuck buddy. They acted like they were a couple in front of other people, but behind closed doors it was a strictly a physical relationship. Sami was in love with someone he couldn't have just like Tayce, so they used each other to get their frustrations out.
"Bed now." Tayce muttered against his mouth, feeling Sami pull her from the door and carried her over to the bed, guiding her down on it.
Sami found it refreshing to be with a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to speak her mind. Tayce was beautiful from head to toe and had an amazing body with a heart and mind to match. Sami didn't understand why he couldn't fall in love with her because any man would be lucky to have her in their bed. And right now it was him. Yet he couldn't bring himself to get over Madeline and he didn't understand why. Then again, Tayce would never be able to love him because of her deep seeded feelings for their friend.
Jonathan Good, though he went by his wrestling name Jon Moxley.
Growing up together, Sami had known for years how Tayce really felt about Jon, but swore him to secrecy. At first, Sami was against it, but as more time flew by, he understood why Tayce didn't tell Jon how she felt. The man had countless sluts in his bed and was completely oblivious to the one woman consistent in both of their lives. Tayce Stevens. Sami didn't understand how the hell Jon could be so blind considering everything Tayce had done for him. Dropping everything in her life for Jon and yet somehow still receiving her high school diploma.
She went to every wrestling match he had in HWA –Heartland Wrestling Association- and every dark match the WWE gave him. Even when Jon told her he was going to Puerto Rico, Tayce refused to let him go alone and had watched Jon spiral out of control with drugs and alcohol. That followed up with the horrible withdrawal once the 6 months in Puerto Rico ended abruptly during Christmas break and Jon had been screwed out of $1500 from the company in Puerto Rico. Jon had come within days of being signed to the WWE permanently only for it to be ripped away at the last minute.
Tayce had been there to console him, to encourage him to continue with his dream, but Jon didn't want anything to do with it. He ended up quitting professional wrestling for a year because he was so burned out from all the traveling, all the working out and the obsession to be a wrestler. Through it all, Tayce had been there whenever he needed a shoulder to cry on and even tried pushing her away several times. She wouldn't budge though. Eventually, Jon got his head on straight and did a few shows with a few Independent organizations before finally making his way to CZW –Combat Zone Wrestling.
Jon had stuck with them ever since, though he still performed for other organizations as well. Any woman who stuck by a man through all of that had to love him or be insane. In this case, both wrapped up Tayce into one delicious package that Sami had the privilege of screwing whenever he wanted. She never turned him down, always wet and ready whenever he came knocking on her door. He would never forget the night he found her outside of the CZW arena crying. Jon had won another match and she hadn't accompanied him to ringside like normal due to all the weapons that were used.
"Tayce, are you alright?" He had asked her, remembering how beautiful she looked in a black tank dress with knee high leather boots. "What's wrong?"
Tayce couldn't speak at first and buried her face in Sami's chest, tears soaking his bare chest. "I don't want him to get hurt." She had whispered, the fear and turmoil in her voice nearly driving Sami to his knees.
Sami remembered wrapping his arms around her and pulled her close to him, letting her cry on him as long as she needed while stroking her soft hair. He didn't know what to say to her. They stood there for what seemed like hours and Tayce finally pulled back to look up into his eyes. Sami had reached down to wipe her tears away with the pad of his thumb and Tayce had caressed his face with the back of her hand. They did it at the same time, their eyes never pulling away from each other. And then it happened. Sami dipped his head and captured her mouth, his arms tightening around her when she didn't push him away.
Something exploded between them the moment their tongues touched, something they couldn't describe to this day. It was an overwhelming lust that overtook their bodies and they couldn't get enough of each other. Maybe it was loneliness or lack of sexual interaction since they were in love with other people. Whatever it was, Sami ended up lifting her and carting her off to his car in the parking lot away from the arena. He parked in the far back where darkness shrouded his car and Tayce immediately yanked his wrestling tights off while he ripped her black panties from her body.
Right there in the parking lot of the CZW arena, Sami had sex with Tayce for the first time, bending her over the hood of his car as he pounded her right after a match. Tayce enjoyed every second of it and they started meeting secretively to have sex after that night. It wasn't just in the parking lot though. If Sami caught her walking alone in the hallway without Jon, he would pull her into an empty dressing room and even the bathroom. There was one night Sami had stayed late after a show to help clean up and snuck Tayce back in the building after all security left. He knew where the security booth was and cut the videos before leading Tayce to the ring. In the middle of the CZW, they had sex for hours on end and it was possibly the best romp Sami ever had in his life.
"Oh Sami, I can't take much more…" Tayce moaned, cutting him out of his deep thoughts while he undressed her, his face buried between her soft thighs. "I need you…"
"Soon precious, I promise…" He muttered before diving right back into her delicious wet sex, his tongue driving in and out of her repeatedly.
Tayce gripped his soft spiked black hair and arched her back, grinding herself into his mouth. Sami didn't hold her down because her grinding told him he was hitting everything right. He was pleasuring her the way she wanted and she thoroughly enjoyed his tongue inside of her. Before long, Tayce cried out his name as her hot juices filled his mouth, her entire body shuddering from head to toe. Sami drank every last drop Tayce gave and sucked on her clit for added effect. Slowly pulling away, Sami's dark forest green eyes locked with molten gold as his tongue snaked out, licking her sweet essence from his lips.
"Get up here and fuck me already before I finish the job myself, Johnston." She ordered breathlessly, watching him slowly crawl up her body until their mouths met.
Tayce moaned, tasting herself on his tongue and felt his knee nudge her thighs apart. Her knees bent up until her feet planted on the bed and Sami settled between them, his mouth reluctantly leaving hers to run down her jaw line and neck. Tayce reached down between them and gripped his hard cock, pulling it until she felt the tip meet her engorged clit. They both groaned at the friction and Sami refused to deny Tayce anything, pushing past her wet folds. Tayce still couldn't get over how big Sami was and dug her nails into his arms, arching her body into him to make him go deeper.
"Oh fuck, Tayce…" Sami hissed between his teeth, not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside of her. "Fuck girl, such a tight cunt…" Hadn't he stretched her out even a little with all the times they had sex? Apparently not.
Tayce smirked, enjoying his dirty talk and didn't wait for Sami to fully adjust to her, rolling her hips. Sami growled and Tayce giggled seductively, raking her nails down his chest leaving red marks. He didn't waste another second and began moving inside of her, giving them both what they craved. Tayce held on for dear life, urging Sami to go faster and harder when he needed too. She never had any complaints about Sami in bed or the way he screwed her into the mattress or anywhere else they decided to have sex. Her heart would never be in it though, it was purely sex with them because her heart belonged to Jon.
Hours later, they lay in bed smoking a cigarette with Tayce curled up against his side. "You staying or going?" She asked, blowing smoke out of her mouth and nose.
"What do you want me to do?" Sami asked, looking down at her while taking a drag of his own cigarette.
Tayce chewed her bottom lip and knew she was being selfish, but right now she didn't want to be alone. "Stay."
Sami nodded, kissing the top of her head and ran his fingers through her hair, settling in for the night. "I'm not going anywhere, Tayce."
Sighing with relief, Tayce finished her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray, deciding to call it a night. She turned with her back facing Sami and felt his arms wrap around her, spooning against her with his nose burying in her hair. As soon as Tayce's eyes closed, Jon was right there taunting and tormenting her with dreams that would never come true.
