Chapter 4: Limits Pushed

I laid flat on my back whimpering, trying to nurse my red and sore wrists, as he snipped away with the scissors on my expensive mini dress, not that i cared.. I wanted him so bad right now my pussy was dripping, just hoping... waiting... for Dean Ambrose to destroy me.

He got to the top of my dress, and took one hand and ripped the fabric that was covering my strapless bra and threw the bits of the dress across the room. He started lightly grazing his fingertips across my covered breasts, while staring intently into my eyes. I looked up into his, the God-like being above me, His eyes, ocean blue as they were, and could feel myself get so wet I started to soak through my panties.

I wanted him to devour me, to ravish me. to make me his. I let out a soft whimper as he ran his fingers across my nipples circling around them making them solid, then he pinched one as hard as he could and twisted it with his strong hand, making me gasp loudly.

He laughed dementedly, then swung one leg over me and straddled my body as he hovered over me, and using both of his masculine hands, he pinched both of my nipples at the same time, so hard i winced in pain and panted " stop" instinctively, but he only pinched them harder, then slapped them repeatedly as hard as possible turning my tits and my nipples beat red. I cried out in pain as he made my tender sensitive skin burn like fire. It only made me want him more.

He laughed at my pain, i think he enjoyed it more than i did.

" This is just the beginning, darlin, you are my slut for the evening"

I have to admit, i started feeling slightly scared. I knew his capabilities. I knew is strength. I knew just what he could do to my body and i wouldn't have a choice.

I looked up into Dean's eyes so glimmering blue and fierce.

But, maybe I didn't want to have a choice or a say in anything... I really didn't know how to feel in the present moment.

" Yes, Master. I am your slut for the evening" i tried to sound less scared than i was. i thought i did a good job, and i felt a splash of confidence, until i saw Dean start to smirk and then it turn into a laugh,... again.

" I'm not sure that you realize the extent of what i'm going to put your body through tonight, but you can pretend you are a confident little bitch. "

I gulped. I guess i should just shut up and comply, because I wasn't even sure how I should react at the moment.

Dean took scissors to my bra, snipping away at it until it was in a pile of bits. He threw it all to the side and smiled wickedly down at me. He opened the blades to the scissors and trailed one blade around my nipple delicately, making it harden. He stared down into my eyes, i knew he could see the fear in them that I had to some degree. He laughed a little, this was all a game of his... one of his favorite past times i suppose?

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged my body hard to another room, making me scream out in pain... it felt like my hair was being ripped from the scalp, and i tried kicking, but it didn't even loosen his violent grip on my hair. He was manhandling me... and i loved it.

He pulled me to a room where there was a wooden table, nothing was on it. He pulled me all the way to it, and propped me up against it as if i was a lifeless doll. " lay on the table, slut"

I had no voice, just my gestures at this point for communication, so i shook my head for "no"

Dean backhanded me with his firm hands so hard i screamed. " I said lay on the fucking table, SLUT"

I stood up, my wobbily knees trembling. I kept my head down, but still heavily aware of my surroundings. I moved over to the table, medium in size. I layed across the cold table and scanned my surroundings quickly. The room looked dull, black walls with a white ceiling, it smelled stuffy. There was a weight bench, a punching bag, random objects that i could not make out what they were because i didn't want to look obvious, and this tiny table that was making my body tremble because it was so freezing cold.

Dean was staring down at me, his gaze didn't feel friendly but it only made me wetter. The craving for him to ravish me was growing stronger and stronger between my legs, and my clit was now throbbing. I now not only wanted him, i needed him. I didn't care what i had to do to get it.

His gaze slowly moved from my face, down to my bare erect nipples. I wasn't lying when I said it was fucking cold in that room. He glanced back up and stared into my eyes and smirked, " Such beautiful, full tits you have, but I'm afraid i will need to make them suffer a bit tonight, or will i do it a lot? Hmmm" He started laughing sadistically. He then whacked my breasts so hard without warning, repeatedly, one after the other. i screamed and squirmed in pain. " Yeah, we're going to have to do something about your ability to move I see"

He clasped his index finger and thumb firmly around my hard nipple and squeezed so hard i gasped out in agony again, then he walked away. I tried to follow where he was walking with my gaze but it was so dark and dull in there. I made out the shadow of his masculine figure over by the corner, looking like he was rummaging through something... A drawer maybe? So now he's using some tools to aid him? I swallowed hard and for a moment just a little bit of fear swarmed over me. He started heading back over to me,with what looked like to be ... Rope?I couldn't tell. I wanted to flee, but the inner whore in me didn't want to at all.

The inner whore in me, wanted to serve Dean Ambrose in every way he wanted. I wanted him to use and abuse me, make my body his. Make my body do what he wanted it to, even if I didn't want to. I wanted him to push my limits...Perhaps so hard i didn't have them anymore.