I don't own anyone from WWE or the actual people themselves; except Iris, she is my creation. This is a one-shot for the moment; if enough people review and say they want to know what's going to happen next, I'll continue Dean and Iris' story. Enjoy!
I have been a wallflower all my life; I've never done anything daring or exciting until tonight. I should have stayed in my comfort zone; I should have kept my head down and not been so foolish. I can't even tell you what possessed me to do it! It must have been the crowd and all the excitement; I must have thought with everyone screaming, certainly no one would hear my voice. I was wrong. Very wrong. How could I have known he would hear me; that my comment would stick out when other women were screaming the same type of stuff. What made me the special one? You would think someone like me would be thrilled to be special. The truth is I couldn't be more scared right now!
A friend of mine is a huge WWE fan; she constantly tried to get me interested in it. Telling me how gorgeous the men were; I generally rolled my eyes at her, but when she showed me his picture I was a believer. I started looking him up on the internet; finding out everything I could about him, sometimes just sitting there staring at different pictures of him. I suppose I became a little obsessed with him; but who could blame me? His messy blonde hair and those amazing blue eyes, I should have known better; I should have seen the danger lurking behind that handsome façade. When I saw that WWE was doing a show in a city nearby; I bought a ticket and I went without telling everyone where I was going. God; I wish I had told someone where I was going. I wasn't wearing anything sexy or flashy; just a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. My hair; well there's not much I can do with it really, it was long and a very boring flat brown color. It had absolutely no volume to it; it just hangs straight. Then there are my glasses! I had tried to switch to contacts; but I hated having to put them in and then have to take them back out that evening. So I went back to just wearing my glasses. If you looked up "Nerd" in the dictionary; you would probably see someone who looked a lot like me there. This just further makes me wonder why he would choose me.
I was sitting in the third row behind the barricade; I could see the ring very clearly and as the superstars walked to the ring, I was able to see them up close. I had been enjoying the show; then his music hit, I was going to get to see the real thing finally. The crowd went wild as he started down the ramp; I heard women all around me yelling that they loved him and thought he was sexy. That's when I did it; something so out of character for me. I screamed something like, "What I would give to have you to myself for the night Dean!" I nearly had a heart attack when I saw him stop, turn his head in my direction and look right at me! Actually; it felt like he was looking right through me. He smirked at me and continued walking to the ring. During his match I caught him looking in my direction; my face must have been so red, I could feel the heat from my blushing. Every time he would do something to his opponent; he would look over at me, as if he was saying "See what I'm doing? I'm doing it for you." I know that's ridiculous and that there is no way that he was actually thinking that, but it seemed that way. He won his match; and as he headed to go back up the ramp he stopped again near where I was sitting, looked right at me and smirked.
There was one more match that night and all I kept thinking about was how embarrassed I was that he had heard my comment and kept looking at me. Once the show was over; I filed out of the arena like everyone else. I had parked a little ways from the arena; so now I had to make the walk back to my car in the dark. I am not the least bit aggressive; I tried to take a self- defense class once and when it got to my turn to fight off my attacker I failed miserably. You could barely hear my scream; and I was so afraid of hurting the guy wearing the padding that my punches and kicks barely touched him! As I walked; I tried not to focus on the number of dark alleys I was passing. My thoughts wandered; I don't remember hearing footsteps behind me, at the time if I had I probably would have written it off as another person from the arena that ended up having to park in the same area I had. That was until someone grabbed me from behind; yanking me back towards them. I was so scared; I couldn't manage to get a scream out, the noise I was making was more like a squeaking noise. Whoever it was that grabbed me was very strong, I couldn't even squirm. I realized that I wasn't going to be able to escape my current predicament; my only hope was that whatever was going to happen would be quick, and pray that whoever this was wasn't going to kill me. As suddenly as my mystery attacker had grabbed me, was a quick as things went black after a painful blow to my head.
Honestly; when my eyes opened and things were still dark, I briefly thought maybe I had died and this was what it was really like. However, once my eyes adjusted to the darkness; I realized I was in a room. My first thought as I looked around was, "This looks like a really expensive hotel room bedroom." My head was killing me, I took a quick feel to see if it was bleeding; luckily it wasn't. I hesitantly got up off the king size bed and went to the door; I needed to get out of where ever I was. I carefully turned the doorknob; trying to make as little noise as I could. LOCKED! I knew at this point I am screwed. I'm locked in a room, I have no idea where I am, who brought me here and why. I spotted a window; I went over to see if maybe I could escape out the window. I pulled the curtain and looked out. Well; I certainly couldn't escape that way, it appeared I might be near the top floor of whatever hotel this was. If I attempted to jump; I would definitely die once I hit the pavement below. So I'm stuck here waiting to see what is going to happen to me.
I must have dozed off; I honestly don't know how I could fall asleep when I knew I was probably going to be murdered, but I had. I hadn't heard the door being unlocked or being opened; my eyes opened and I rolled over on the bed so I was facing the door. I was unable earlier to scream; but found it quite easy when I realized there was a figure by the bed watching me. "Angel; you're gonna want to stop screaming. You'll wake half the hotel; and I don't really feel like being tossed out of here." The raspy, male voice said. "That would mean I'd have to knock you out again until I could find a new hotel to stay at with you, get you inside without too many questions and get you situated again. No offense; that sounds like a lot of extra work." He said. I couldn't place the voice; but I would recognize that smirk anywhere! I had been kidnapped by Dean Ambrose? I felt incredibly stupid now; I never should have yelled out during the show, look where it got me.
"What-what are you going to do to me?" I asked him. He chuckled at me. He moved and sat down on the edge of the bed, which made me scoot away from him.
"Isn't it obvious, Angel? I'm going to give you what you wanted; a night alone with me." He gave me a grin. "I have to admit; you're not my usual type, but when I heard you scream that and I saw who had been so bold to put it right out there; got to tell you I immediately pictured a 'Naughty Librarian' or 'Sexy Schoolgirl'. God Angel; you have no idea how hard it is to wrestle in a match when your cock is aching. Hope you don't mind me calling you Angel; I have no idea what your real name is, but you look like an angel when you're sleeping." Dean explained.
I couldn't believe what was happening; the man I had been basically cyber-stalking now had me in his hotel bedroom, god knows where and it certainly sounded like he intended to have sex with me. If this was karma for the cyber-stalking then I was definitely getting the raw end of the deal. "Are-Are you go-going to rape me?" I asked shakily; fearing the answer to the question. He frowned at me and flipped on the bedside table lamp.
"What kind of question is that? Angel, do you really think I'm that kind of guy?" He looked at me like he couldn't even believe the thought had entered my mind. Which suddenly annoyed me; and yet again, instead of keeping my mouth shut and being my usual self; I spoke up. You would think I would've learned my lesson by now.
"Are you serious?! You grabbed me on the street; knocked me over the head, brought me to I assume your hotel room and locked me in your bedroom! Yes; the thought that you were planning to rape and kill me had crossed my mind." I spat out. God I really need to shut the hell up! His frown was gone at least; he looked amused.
"Alright Angel, I admit probably my approach was a bit much. I hate teases, and you'd be surprised how many women scream offers like that, and when I get interested; suddenly they were just trying to get attention. So I decided to be pro-active this time." He was staring at me again. "When I want something; I get it, Angel. I'm no rapist though and just so you'll relax a little, I wasn't planning to kill you either." He chuckled. "Look, I'm sorry I scared you; I'll make it up to you. In fact, I can start right now."
"Your approach was 'a bit much'? You locked me in this room; if you weren't planning to hurt me, why keep me locked up in here?" I stared right back at him. He chuckled.
"Well…looks like my Angel found herself some fight! I like it! I'm sorry I locked you in this room, spending time with you was a last minute decision; and I had promised Seth and Roman I'd grab a drink with them. Couldn't have you running off before I got back, could I?" he smiled. "Like I said, let me make it up to you. I figured you might be hungry; I ordered room service and took the liberty of getting a bottle of champagne. I'm really more a beer guy, but I thought you'd enjoy it. Come on out into the living room, we can get to know each other better."
He headed out into the other room; I considered staying where I was, I wasn't sure I trusted him. Whatever food he had ordered admittedly smelled really good, and I was a little hungry. Well I hadn't exactly done anything smart so far this evening; I might as well not start now. I cautiously walked into the living room. He was sitting on the couch and invited me to sit next to him. I sat down slowly and kept my eye on him. I took the glass of champagne he offered me. God he is sexy up close!
"So, not that I don't enjoy calling you Angel; but since you know my name I think I should know yours." His glass clinked against mine.
"Iris. My name is Iris." I said, not sounding so confident anymore. He raised his hand and I flinched, he put it on my cheek gently.
"Iris. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman; I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." Me? Beautiful? Is he blind? I must have been looking at him oddly. "No one has ever told you that before? Well, clearly they are missing out. I have a feeling Iris that you'll be hearing that a lot more often from now on." He smiled and offered me a plate of food. I took it from him and his hand brushed mine, I swear I felt electricity pass between us. As we ate and talked; I relaxed, he was very different from how this meeting had started. Very charming, complimentary and a gentleman; I never even noticed he had moved closer to me.
He put his hand on my cheek again; this time I didn't flinch. Before I even had a chance to react, he was kissing me. It startled me; it was a deep, passionate kiss and before I knew it I was returning it. It was crazy; like what had happened to me earlier suddenly didn't happen. He broke the kiss, looking into my eyes as he slid my glasses off my face. He began kissing down my neck, eliciting a soft moan from me. He playfully nipped at my jawline; goosebumps raised as a shiver ran through me. His mouth returned to mine for another smoldering kiss. I wasn't used to this; I had only been with one man, and he was my high school boyfriend. A science geek; the hottest thing we had done was the one time he nearly singed both our eyebrows off while attempting to show me his latest 'Cool' experiment. We had a very awkward sexual encounter; neither one of us knew what we were doing and there was a lot of fumbling and odd positions, we did actually manage to perform the act. It was not sexy or exciting; what Dean was doing definitely covered both those bases. I could feel my body responding to his attention. In the back of my mind, I could hear that little voice screaming to me that after what had happened earlier it was absurd to let this continue; the louder voice in my head telling me that this was exactly what I wanted to happen. I felt his hands slide under my t-shirt; his mouth never left mine, I moaned into our kiss as he palmed my breasts. His thumbs circled my nipples; making them hard peaks under my bra and sending another shiver of excitement through me.
"Iris; come with me." He said in his raspy voice, standing up and holding his hand out to me. I took his hand; I didn't even need to ask where we were going, I already knew. I followed as he gently pulled me back into the bedroom where I had been locked just a few hours ago. The room took on a whole new personality now; the air seemed to crackle with electricity, it no longer felt like a prison. As soon as the door was closed he spun me around so my back was against it. "I want to see all of you; can I Iris?" He asked with his mouth just inches from mine. I can't even form the words for a response; simply nodding affirmatively. Slowly removing each layer of clothing like he's unwrapping a present; letting his anticipation of seeing me naked build. Once Dean has me completely bare; I blush a bright red as I watch his eyes wander downward. "Sexy, damn near perfect," he whispers to me. He captures my lips again with his; but this kiss is more possessive than and not as gentle as the others. He spins us both around and walks me backwards until my legs hit the bottom of the bed. He pushes against my shoulders and I fall backwards onto the mattress. He made quick work stripping his clothes off; good god he is so sexy! He moves up onto the bed, straddling my right leg. He moves his left hand up from my ankle to my left hip where it stops. Dean smiles at me and leans his head down, for a brief moment I expect him to kiss me again; but it doesn't happen. Instead two things happen at once, his mouth tugs on my right nipple while his left hand leaves my hip and starts teasing my clit; I gasp and I can feel his smile against my skin. He continues with his sweet torture, until I'm left breathless and shaking in the afterglow of my first orgasm. I hear him sigh and can see him licking my juices from his fingers. "Iris; that was so sexy, you're fucking beautiful when you orgasm." Dean said; lust in his voice before starting another passionate kiss. He shifted his body so he is now settled in between my legs, his hard length on my inner thigh. The blissful fog clears from my head; just as Dean moves the head of his cock to my entrance. I can barely moan before he slowly pushes inside; he makes sure I can feel every inch of him until he's buried deep. We both let out satisfied moans.
"You…are…so…big!" I pant as he starts moving himself; it's a slow, steady rhythm that I'm enjoying. Soon my hips join in; rising off the bed and grinding against his. This is so much better than my first time; I almost can't believe how different the experiences are. When he's all the way inside me; I feel so incredibly full, not only do I not find it uncomfortable, but each time he starts to pull back I'm left feeling empty and crave for him to push back forward.
I can feel his breath on the side of my neck and every so often he murmurs things in my ear that I can't quite make out all of; how good it feels or how perfect my wet tunnel is. He moves just slightly; hooking my leg in his arm and moving my leg until my heel is on his shoulder. He pushes in again; and unbelievable to me, he manages to get deeper inside me thanks to this new position. I hear him curse under his breath and his thrusts become faster. Our moans and the sound of skin against skin echoed in the empty room. He puts my leg down but stays buried in me; wrapping his strong arms around my waist, I shriek in surprise as he rolls us over. He chuckles softly and nips at my neck. Neither of us moves for what seems like an eternity; he slowly strokes my back with his hands, then moves them to each of my hips. "Angel, I'm gonna help you move your body up and down on top of me; all I need you to do is rock those hips forward and back for me, ready?" Jon said against my lips. I nodded and let him lift me up, I moaned loudly as felt myself slide back down onto him, again deeper than before. I had a hard time remembering what he had asked me to do at first; then I suddenly remembered and rocked my hips against him, which earned me a groan from Dean. We built up the rhythm again until we were both panting hard for air. I could feel my next orgasm approaching,
"Oh god Dean; I'm going to cum!" I cried out. His hands had left my hips; since I was now riding him without his assistance. They travelled up my stomach, up to my breasts. He squeezed them while using the pad of his thumb to circle my nipples.
"Do it Iris baby, cum for me." I could tell just from his voice that he had to be close to; but he wanted me to reach my release first. He gave a few rough, deep thrusts in a row and just as he pushed up the last time; I fell apart. Crying out his name and throwing my head back as I came. As enjoyed another mind-blowing orgasm; Dean rolled us back over and started to thrust into me hard and fast. He yelled my name out as his orgasm hit. I could feel jet after jet being released into me, I moaned as he sucked against the base of my throat. Capturing my lips and kissing me possessively again. Dean then pulled out of me slowly and settled next to me on his back. His strong arms pulled me over closer to him. His strong arms wrapped around me; holding me tightly against his chest. He kissed my forehead. "I think you're going to love it in Vegas baby." He murmured to me.
It took a few minutes to process what he had said. "What do you mean? I'm not going to Vegas." I looked up at him confused.
"Of course you're coming to Vegas Iris; to live with me, well when we're in Vegas and the rest of the time you'll be on the road with me." He kissed my forehead again; as if we had discussed this the whole evening. Suddenly; I understood what he was saying to me, when his grip on me tightened it confirmed my fear. He wasn't going to let me go!
"You said you wouldn't kidnap me!" I said, scared again. It didn't make me feel any better when he chuckled at me.
"I may have been thinking about it; I never promised it though, I promised I'd never hurt you. I haven't hurt you. Now that I've had you Iris; I've decided the thought of you somewhere with another man, is never going to happen. You're mine now. I love you Iris and not only do I think you'll love Vegas; I know you'll grow to love me back. Now, it's been a busy night Angel, time to get some sleep. I'll be right here with you." Dean said, rubbing my back slowly.
