It was a nice, sunny day in Las Vegas as Rebecca laid out on the top of the apartment building. She closed her eyes as the sun warmed her after coming out behind a cloud. It was such a beautiful day out here. She spent a lot of time ontop of that rooftop, just thinking. Whether it was about Jon, work, or whatever else plagued her mind, it always helped to come up here. IT helped.
She felt empty. Her daddy wasn't here today. Infact, he was over in London doing a signing. She missed him, that was a given. She missed him after he had just walked off from her. Whenever he was gone, she was empty
She wasn't stupid. She had the internet. She had tumblr. She had seen all the girls he flirted with. But there was a certain blonde that he always seemed to be around in a bar. She worked with him. He always seemed to be hugged up to her, making kissy faces at her, and she never seemed to shy away from him.
Maybe it was time she started questioning him. That wasn't how this relationship worked. He didn't get to go out while he was at work and screw another woman. He belonged to her. He belonged strictly to Rebecca.
She was sp wrapped around him mentally. She lived for him. She woke up for him. She loved him. And lately, she wasn't getting that vibe back from him. She put so much effort into being his, and making him happy with everything that she does, but there has been mulitple instances that she has seen pictures of him online hugged up to other girls. Laughing, smiling, hugging them. She knew he had fans, and she knew some of them were crazy, but this wasnj't just normal fan pictures. It was odd, but it was as if he was comfortable with the public. He was comfortable with random people touching him and he wasn't as guarded with them as he was with her. It took her almost an entire year for him to tell her he loved her, and even then, it was subtly said.
She hurt because of this. He was perfect. He was the love of her life. And it felt as if he wasn't gettting that message. Maybe she wasn't trying enough. Maybe he hadn't realized it yet. She'd give him a few more weeks until she confronted him. Maybe he was just late with getting the memo.
She was just lucky he came home tomorrow.
Jon couldn't wait to get home. Traveling, on top of meet and greets, and working nearly constantly was starting to add up on his sleep. Well, the lack of sleep. He was ready to cuddle his girl, wrap himself in a warm blanket, and just sleep. He knew she had a birthday coming up, he also had to plan for that.
Life was just utterly exhausting for him right now.
But as soon as his plane landed and he saw Rebecca standing there, waiting on him with her arms open wide for him. She ran over to him and jumped in his arms and for the first time since he had been gone for a week, he felt himself relax. She had such a calming effect on him. She was absolutely perfect all the way around.
"I've missed you," she whispered in his ear, "I've missed you so much this time."
"Why's that, baby? Why did you miss me so much this time?"
"Because I've gotten use to you," she whispered, "I've gotten so used to you being around me. Loving me. Tucking me into bed...I don't really know how to deal without you being around." She looked up at him with big wide eyes, "What are we doing for my birthday?"
He smiled and whispered, "I'm still working on it."
"Well, it's tomorrow." She pouted, "I wanna celebrate now."
"Well, you weren't born today. You were born tomorrow. So that's when we will celebrate." he rubbed her back.
"What about at midnight?" she huffed and pouted up at him, "I wanna celebrate."
"Your bed time is eleven tonight, and not a minute later. Understand me?".
Rebecca frowned at the strict tone in his voice. She only wanted to celebrate. She wasn't being treated fair. He never wanted to spend any time with her at night. That really upset her, and she didn't know how to go about telling him about it. He has never been so mean to her like he has been here lately. It was starting to play tricks with her mind. It made her question him.
Questions like: what if he had someone else he was seeing on the road? Was he bedding her at night? Did he tuck another girl in beside of him in bed? Why had he stopped communicating with her? Did he only want her for sex?
"Well, I'm hanging out with my mom tomorrow." All the childlike playfulness was gone from her voice, and it was laced with sadness and hurt. She turned her head from him and dropped down from his waist, "I figured I'd spend sometime with someone who actually wanted me...because it doesn't seem like you want me around."
"What are you talking about?" Jon shook his head as he watched her bow her head and walk off from him. Where was this coming from?
Jon followed her all the way to her car that she was sitting in the driverseat, staring straight ahead. He sighed and sat his bags down beside the car as he sat down in the passenger seat. He noted the slight sniffles that she emitted. His princess was hurting, and she wouldn't tell him why, or what for that matter, she was.
"Rebecca, talk to me. Because it isn't making any sense." Jon whispered as he leaned against the door, "Talk to me baby. Get it all out."
"I give my everything to you," she started, "And you act like you don't care anymore. I've quit my job to satisfy you. I've moved away from my family. Left my friends in the dust...who is she?"
"What? Who is who?"
"The girl."
"What girl," Jon questioned. He didn't understand, "Why are you so upset with me?"
"Renee!" She shouted, "Why? Why her?"
"Why her what, Rebecca? Renee and I are friends." Jon kept his voice soft. He had nothing to be defensive about. He hadn't done anything wrong.
"I've seen the pictures. And I've kept my mouth shut but lately you haven't wanted to spend any time with me. You come home and you expect me to go straight to bed? You're neglecting me. You don't care anymore. We've been doing this for two years. And you don't give two shits anymore. I'm not important, right? You've found someone else, right? Do I need to go pack my things so you can move her in?" Lily closed her eyes tightly as tears fell down her face, "I don't want to loose you. I love you. I love you so much, Jon. And I can't help it."
Jon knew this was far beyond a daddy dom relationship now. He knew he felt the same way deep down inside of him. He had been faithful to her, he would never ever cheat on her. She had to understand that.
"Baby, if you felt this way, then why haven't you said anything?" Jon sighed, "You can't keep this stuff bottled up. Renee and I are just friends." He looked at her dead in the eye, "I love you too, you gotta know that. You're the most important thing in my life. I haven't found anyone else. I never will. When I started this with you, I started it for a long time, Rebecca."
She closed her eyes and felt him wipe her tears, "I just want to spend time with you...it isn't like it was back then, Jon...you're always rushed with me...it's like you don't have time for me...I see you one day a week, not even for five hours...I'm sorry if I sound needy, but I am needy. I do need you. You don't call me at night hardly anymore. You text me. You text me goodmorning and goodnight...even when we are together, you...it's like you use me for sex."
"That isn't what I'm using you for. I'm not using you at all. I thought thats what you wanted."
"I want more than just this little girl role in your life, Jon." She whispered, "And I understand if you can't give me that right now. I do. I know you're busy with work. But I only thought that you were cheating because I...I've seen pictures of you and the blonde together...you look happy with her."
"Rebecca-"
"I've held my tongue for long enough and I'm finally standing up for myself now. Let me speak, please."
Jon nodded, giving her the go ahead to finish her thought. This was obviously something she had been holding in for a few months. He understood. This lifestyle got a bit confusing even for him at times.
"If I'm taking up your time, you need to let me know. You don't need to keep my hanging only to ignore me. I have needs, as a woman. I'm not being disrespectful, Jon. I'm talking to you as an adult. I'm not pretending right now. I've done everything you ask of me and I haven't expected anything out of you. But right now, I'm asking something of you. I want the truth. Do you need time away from me?"
"Rebecca, I don't want to spend time away from you. I'm just stressed is all."
"Then fine, I'll leave to stay with my mom so you can have time to relax." She blinksed away tears.
"I never said I wanted you to leave."
"You basically said you needed time to yourself because you're stressed. I understand that. I'll go home for a day. soyou can have the house to yourself. I won't bother you." She whispered as she turned the car on, "When you figure this out, then we can talk about it. "
Jon sighed and closed his eyes, "I think you're the one who needs time away from me...you're so adamant about leaving. Is there something you need to do alone?"
"Maybe I'm stressed, too." she whispered sadly.
"About what? All you do is clean a house all day."
"Maybe I'm stressed about you being faithful to me. Because you sure as hell ain't proved me wrong. You look like you damn near wanna jump down that blonde bitches throat half the time. The other time, you're all snuggled up next to her. You used to do that to me. Now you just fuck me and leave. It isn't something that's just started changing either. You might have not noticed, but I do. I have. For four months." She sobbed into her hands, "You say I have nothing to be worried about, but there's been no proof that I shouldn't be worried."
"Rebecca, I have friends. I have fans. I can't help that."
"But you can help not being all cutesy with them," she whispered, "Especially friends. Does she know about me?"
"Yes, all of my friends know about you."
"Do they know about how we're involved?"
"No, they think we're together."
"Are we together? More than just sexually?" She looked down at her lap.
"Lets just go home, Rebecca. It's getting late and I'm hungry."
"Answer my question," she whispered, feeling her heart break in her chest.
"I don't know how to answer that, Becca. I really don't. I'm not the one that makes that decision entirely on my own."
"Why can't you tell me what you want?"
"Because I don't know what I want right now," he whispered, "I thought what we had was fine."
"But I'm not feeling the same way, Jon...I'm not fine with just being your sex slave."
"Sex slave? Jesus Christ, Rebecca. That isn't what you are to me...I thought you understood?" His eyes were filled of pure horror and dissappointment. "I thought you wanted this too?"
"I do want this, Jon. But lately that's what I am. You take me out and buy me nice things, then fuck me, and you're gone the rest of the day you get off. That isn't what I want in a relationship. I want a fucking connection. I want something that we can use as an advantage. I want you fully. I'll still be your little girl. I'll still be whatever you want me to be. I just want to be able to officially call you mine."
"You can call me yours, Rebecca. I'm not depreiving you of that at all. I never will. Sexually, we're together."
"Your perception of being a daddy is horrifically off. I've made other little girl friends on line. This isn't how their daddy treats them. They...they get pampered. They get lovings. They get cuddled and kissed and not just treated like they are materialistic bitch and then fucked afterwards."
"I work my ass off to be able to buy you things. Not because I feel like I need to, it's because I want to. I want to spoil you."
She sighed and pulled out of the parking space. If she had anything else to say, she obviously wasn't speaking her mind at the moment. The rest of the car ride was quiet and uneasy. He didn't know what had gotten into her. She was never the jealous type before. They had a wonderful relationship. He came home tonight to a emotional wreck. And now he risked loosing her, too. That scared him. It opened his eyes.
Jon had never even laid another hand on another female in a sexual manner. Sure, he interacted with his fans and his female coworkers. He could see where she was getting so jealous now. He understood her side of the story. He had vowed a long time ago to always see things from her side of the argument before he took another step into making her mad. He hated arguing with her. He hated arguing period. He just wanted to curl her up on their couch and let her cry all her frustrations out.
But as they walked in the door to their shared apartment and she headed upstairs, only to emerge a few minutes later with a small luggage bag packed with her clothes sticking out of it, it appeared he wasn't going to get to do any of that tonight.
"So, you're leaving?" Jon frowned as he looked over her. He shook his head, "Rebecca, I don't understand what I done."
"You're being insensitive about my feelings. That isn't what you should do at the moment. I asked you a simple question and you couldn't even answer me." She hugged herself, suddenly feeling cold in the warm room, "I'm staying at my moms."
"No, I don't think that's a good idea. IF you have an issue, we need to talk it out like rational adults, Rebecca. Running away from a problem isn't going to solve it. We can go to bed now and talk a bout it in the morning if you'd like." Jon sighed and sat down on the couch, "You can have the bedroom. I'll sleep down here."
"See! That is what I mean! You're always trying to find a way to get away from me. I don't understand what I'm doing wrong!" She stamped her feet in frustration, "I'm not a bad girl, Jon. I'm easy to please. I don't want you to buy me things. I'd rather spend every waking moment with you in a fucking cardboard box rather than have the life of luxury. Can't you see that?"
"The only reason I said I'd sleep down here is because you're upset with me. Even though I don't understand it, I'm giving you room to get your anger out. I'm fucking sorry, goddamn!" He shouted. He watched as she backed away from him and held herself tighter. He knew shouting at her wasn't going to solve anything. She always got so nervous when he spoke in a loud tone. It's like she shut down completely. "Becca, baby, come here. Come sit down beside of me. Talk to me. Like an adult. Make me understand. I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong."
She sighed and wiped her tears. She knew she had nothing to fear being around this man. He would never hurt her. She took a deep breath and slowly sat down beside of him on the couch. He gently wrapped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her tightly to his side. She rested her head on his shoulder and whispered, "I don't like it when you yell at me."
"I know. I'm sorry. I just got a little upset." He whispered, "What else don't you like?"
"I don't like it that you seem so friendly and familiar with that blonde girl." She looked up at him with wide eyes, "I mean, I really, really, loathe it."
"Okay," he nodded, "What else?"
"I don't like that you don't seem to want to spend any time with me. I don't like that you ignore me. I...I miss the fun times. When you weren't so stressed out...when you started working for WWE, you were so carefree. You came home and you were fun and warm and you were open to new things...now it's the same thing over an over again...the routine is getting rather old...like when you dressed your dick up when I was sick...that was fun..." she looked down at her lap, "I miss you sexually. Intimately. We have sex a lot, but we aren't intimate. You don't make me feel treasured like you used to when we had sex...we used to make love...now we just fuck...have a quickie and you're gone for the rest of the night while I'm here sleeping alone...you used to tuck me in and tell me goodnight...you're not even here when I go to bed anymore." She closed her eyes as her voice told just how heartbroken she was, "I'm not happy with the way you've been treating me lately."
"I'm sorry, baby. It's nothing against you. Honestly, it isn't. I love you. I do, honestly. I'll try as hard as I can to be able to spend as much time as possible with you now. I'm sorry I lost site of what was really important and I'm sorry for hurting you." He looked over her small tear streaked face, "C'mon. Lets go upstairs. We don't have to have sex. We can watch a movie or something."
She sighed and nodded, "I made you dinner before I left to pick you up. There is a chicken sandwhich and a salad in the refrigerator. I'll wait for you upstairs."
Jon nodded and watched her as she grabbed her luggage and walked slowly up the stairs. Each time she sniffled, it felt like it sliced through his heart. He really did hate that she was hurting because of him. He never wanted to make his little upset. That tore his heart out entirely. He also hated that his work has became so toxic to their relationship. Maybe...just maybe there was a way to include her on the job.
He'd think further into that later. Right now, he had a grumbling stomach and dinner waiting on him in the kitchen.
After he was finished fixing his food, he grabbed his protein shake and headed upstairs. In one hand, he carried his drink and his food. In the other, he carried a bottle of sprinkles with a devilious little plan running wild in his mind.
He found her in her purple silk nightgown, laid out over the covers of their bed. She looked comfortable. He climbed into bed beside of her, making sure to hide the sprinkles until he was ready to use them later.
They settled on Fast and the Furious. The first one had always been one of her favorites. He never fussed over what movie they watched. There was no use in it. She'd always get her way. All she had to do was bat those pretty eyes at him and his mind was changed immediately. She has always had that affect on him.
Rebecca made it half way through the movie. The last thing she remembered was Dom and Mia racing. She hadn't realized she was nearly curled up around Jon's lap. She hadn't even felt him get up out of bed.
So when she felt someone tapping on her shoulder, you could probably just imagine her surprise. She blinked a bleary eye as she looked up at him. He was shirtless and running a hand through her long brown hair lovingly as he whispered for her to wake up. He peppered her face with kisses and soft nibbles on her neck.
Jon stood up, exposing his beautifully naked body. But it wasn't until she was fully awake did she giggle at what he had done to his body. He stood before her, entirely naked, with the tip of his cock covered in different colored sprinkles.
"What are you doing?" She shook her head, "It's nearly two in the morning."
"Well, it's somebodies birthday...somebodies twenty-sixth birthday. I do recall her wanting to start celebrating as soon as possible. And well, since I can't figure out how to bake a fucking cake, and the bakeries are still closed, I figured this was second best...you never seem to mind putting my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours anyway." He smirked and whispered, "Ya gonna clean daddy off or what?"
She smiled, every ounce of her sadness had melted by now, and taking its place was a coil that kept tightening in the pit of her stomach. His dominant side got her turned on, but when he was playful was when she liked it more.
She nodded her head and licked her lips, getting them wet, before her tongue snaked out to touch the tip of his head, licking the small slit delicately. He smiled and tangled a hand in her hair, still keeping control of her head. Her lips parted enough to take the thick head of him in her warm mouth. She sucked on him gently, loving the small noise he made as her tongue flicked against his slit again.
"Fuck," he whispered, "You must have really missed daddy's dick, huh baby?"
"Yeah," she whispered after taking a slowl breath. She pushed her head down, taking him in until he reached the back of her throat. And then she relaxed her throat, took him as far down as she could, and held him there. He held the back of her head, rolling his hips out so that he slid a bit further down her throat.
Her jaw muscles burned, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was making this Adonis in front of her feel good. And by the way he was making those throaty, deep moans, she was doing exactly what she was supposed to do.
She sucked and slurped him, taking him down as far as she could for she knew a good five mimutes. He jerked her head off of him by her hair and grinned down at her with lust, "Lay back, baby...daddy's turn."
With that, he gently shoved her back into the bed. He spread her legs for her, she wasn't moving fast enough. He bent down and ran his tongue up the length of her slit, moaning softly at her taste. Her hands came down and spread her lips for him and he pushed her knees up towards her chest.
He swriled his tongue over her clit. And he done it again, and again, and again, and again and again, until the point that she was screaming his name. She needed him. All of him.
"Daddy, I want you to fuck me." Rebecca whispered as she spread her legs further apart for him, "I wanna feel your cock in my little wet pussy."
"What, does my tongue not feel good enough?"
"No, it does, daddy. I just wanna be fucked. I need it."
"You need it? Tell me how bad, baby. Tell me how bad you need daddy, sweet angel." He whispered as he rubbed her thighs and up to her stomach.
"I need it so bad. I've needed it ever since you left the other day. I crave it...please give it to me. Please, please, please."
He smirked and nodded, "Alright. I understand. I need it too."
With that, he crawled up her body and nudged his way between her legs. He slid into her fully, satisfy with the pleasure-filled gasp she gave him. She was so turned on, so wet, that he didn't even have to push that much. He slid right on in her.
'This is the perfect birthday ever,' she whispered up at him.
"Happy birthday, sweet angel." he smirked, "I love you."
