NSFW! NSFW! pt. 2 coming soon xo
Dean Ambrose muttered a string of curse words towards Randy as he begrudgingly hauled himself out of bed, stomping towards the bathroom gruffly. This was a waste of time. What made Orton think Dean would take interest in this girl? He had met hundreds of subs from the club and not one had caught his attention - he was picky, you could say. But it wasn't because of what happened with Renee; not entirely, at least. He knew the qualities he looked for in a sub and so far none of the girls fit the bill. Renee did, but..
The dirty-blonde shook his head. Now was not the time to think about her and there would never be one. He just had to focus on getting ready and finding some aspirin for this killer headache that pounded against his skull. The shower significantly helped in curing his hangover, but if he was going to be in a very crowded building with flashing lights and brain-rattling music, he needed all the help he could get. Once all of his tasks were completed, Dean exited his depressingly empty house and started the engine of his sleek, black escalade before speeding off to the club.
He finally arrived after roughly 20 minutes and parked behind the secluded building. He could hear the music booming from inside as he rounded the club to the front door. He swiped his membership card and upon hearing the click of the door unlocking, made his way inside. Dean walked down the long, dimly lit corridor, the music getting louder with every step he took. Pushing through the velvet curtain that concealed the various acts of BDSM, Dean made a beeline for the bar. His baby blue eyes were cast downwards as he swirled the nursed whiskey around the glass. Noon was probably too early to start drinking, and arguably so, but Dean needed a kick in order to be at least halfway decent, seeing as he didn't want to be there in the first place.
A figure sat beside him at the bar and Dean glanced at them through his peripheral vision. He recognized those tattoos; Orton. "Y'know, it's not healthy to be drinking this early, Ambrose."
His eyes remained glued to his drink. "Listen, I don't need another mom. Had one, she sucked. Now," Dean pushed back slightly, finally meeting Orton's eyes. "Where's this girl you were so eager for me to meet that you called me at 11 o'clock in the fucking morning?"
Orton chuckled and patted the brunette mans shoulder. "Follow me; she's waiting in my office." The two stood and pushed their way through the crowd.
"Any reason why you couldn't bring her to me?"
The tattooed mans steps faltered and he sighed, "I'll explain everything once we're in my office and out of sight." He increased the pace, wanting to get out from under the watchful eyes of many of the clubs employees and to the safety of his office.
Dean's eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he smirked nonetheless. It was clear that Hunter nor any of his other goons knew that Randy called him in to see this girl. There was an element of danger now and he liked it. "Well," He sighed with a mischievous grin stretched across his face. "this should be interesting."
Isabella jumped at the sound of keys unlocking the office door. He had promised that he was the only person that could gain access to the room, and she believed him, but his reassurance still wasn't enough to eradicate her fears. The ravenette stared nervously from her spot on the couch as the knob was turned and the door was pushed open. She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding upon seeing Randy in the doorway. He entered the room and motioned for Isabella to come to him. She stood and obediently walked over to his side. A rugged-looking man entered the room after him, standing directly across from the young girl, staring at her expressionlessly as Randy shut and locked the door.
Once he was finished he returned to his previous spot. "Isabella, this is Dean Ambrose. Dean, this is Isabella Reigns." There was a thick silence between the two and for a few minutes, no one said anything. Orton was beginning to worry that Ambrose wasn't interested in her when an almost sadistic smirk crept onto his face.
"Kneel in the middle of the room. Now." He ordered, his eyes locked on Isabella's. She looked mildly shocked, her lips parted some, and looked to Randy for assistance. "Nuh-uh," Dean tisked, grabbing her chin none too gently to redirect her focus back to him. "He doesn't tell you what to do, I do. When I order you to do something, you do it right away. Got it?" Another wave of silence washed over the room. Ambrose raised his eyebrows expectedly, nearly closing the gap between the two. "I said, got it?"
Isabella was startled and frightened but also... turned on. There was an unfamiliar tingle in her lower regions and she nodded. "Yes s-sir." Moving quickly to the middle of Orton's office, Isabella kneeled and placed her hands on her lap, staring forward as she awaited - and anticipated - further instructions.
Dean looked at Randy who's eyes were narrowed in on him with warning. He knew the lunatic was just testing her out to see if she was a good fit for him, but the man liked to push the limit when it came to subs. Very rarely could one take what Dean dished out. Ambrose simply smirked at him before stalking over to where the ravenette was waiting and proceeded to circle her slowly, taking in every inch of every curve. He stopped before her and licked his lips, shrugging off his leather jacket and tossing it carelessly onto Randy's desk. Some papers got scrambled in the process but he didn't care.
"Look at me." He ordered.
Isabella obediently glanced up at him. Her eyes stopped on the steadily growing bulge in his pants and she gulped, her mouth salivating. Dean took notice and smirked at the sigh to pass her lips and the way her hands tremble in her lap; like she was forcing them to stay put. Their eyes finally locked and Ambrose tilted his head, silently relishing in how he towered over the helpless girl. "You must be pretty damn special if Orton's keeping you a secret from everyone, huh?" Isabella swallowed thickly.
"She is," Orton spoke up. "That's why I called you specifically. I don't trust anyone else with her." Dean's gaze shifted to the bald man but Isabella's stayed on him, to which he silently praised her for.
"Trust me? Are you nuts?" Ambrose laughed maniacally and grabbed the small girls arm, yanking her up in a flash. She stared at him with wide eyes, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. "Well then, lets see how much you can take." A sadistic grin spread across Dean's face and Isabella had to admit, she was scared but her arousal overpowered her fear. With his eyes still locked on Isabella's he spoke. "Orton, you're welcome to stay and watch the show but if not, the door is right there."
There was a moment of silence before Randy replied. "I'll be right outside the door... which remains unlocked." Isabella cringed inwardly at the sound of Randy's office door shutting and bit her lip at the realization that she was now completely alone with the man she met only ten minutes prior. Dean released her arm and she stepped back, resisting the urge to rub the sore area as she awaited his next move.
In a flash he back handed her, the force enough to send her to the floor. She let out a noise upon impact but it wasn't one of pain but one of lust; a moan. He lifted her up by the nape of her neck before doing it again in the exact same spot, this time forcing his hand down her shorts and into her panties to feel her arousal. The brunette pushed her down the rest of the wait before straddling her waist. "You're soaking." He let out a chuckle. "Little pain slut." He watched her expressions changed as he massaged her clit. Her legs spread wider and she was panting now, letting out little whimpers here and there. The sensation between her thighs mixed with the way Dean's mouth ravished her neck sent her body into overdrive.
"D-dean..uuung, fuck!" She cried, her first ever orgasm hitting her like a head on collision. Isabella gripped Dean's biceps, her blunt nails digging into his flesh, and let out a few shaky breaths as she came down from her high. Dean loved how easily stimulated she was, being a virgin and all. Isabella's blue eyes slowly drifted up to meet his and Dean noticed how they were glazed over with need.
He had her right where he wanted her.
Dean removed his hand without warning, callously relishing in the pained look on her face as she hoped he would continue. He placed three fingers to her lips. "Suck." He ordered. Isabella was eager to accept them into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the digits as she tasted her own juices. Her heart pounded; she knew what this was for. Just because she was a virgin didn't mean Isabella was unaware of how foreplay worked. That made her nervous. Was she really going to give her virginity to a guy she met only fifteen minutes ago? Dean noticed her change in attitude and gently removed his fingers from her mouth, using his other hand to cup her cheek. "Hey, look at me," It took a few seconds but Isabella finally glanced up at Dean. "Stare into my eyes. Do you trust me?" Isabella did as she was told and was surprised to see that sincerity and honest worry in his eyes. She nodded slowly and Dean grinned for the first time, showcasing his prominent dimples which helped in significantly decreasing her anxiety. Ambrose got up off of the girl and pointed towards the couch she was sitting on earlier as he looked in Randy's desk for anything that could act as lube. Isabella scrambled to the sofa, her legs unsteady.
Dean chuckled to himself as he found half a bottle of lotion in one of the desk drawers. He grabbed it and glanced over at the ravenette on the couch, the look in his eyes suddenly switching back to their predatory stare. He stalked over to the girl and placed the lotion on a nearby side-table before utilizing his strength over her and all but throwing Isabella's body to the opposite side of the couch so that she was lying horizontally. She watched as he stripped his shirt off, his toned chest and narrow waist finally coming into view. Dean tossed the article of clothing aside before proceeding to work on undoing his belt but he paused, a better idea coming to mind. "Up and on your knees." He ordered, watching with lust driven avidity as Isabella dropped to the floor before him. He removed his it from the pant loops and grabbed the ravenette's wrists in one hand before securing them tightly behind her back using the belt with the other. Dean tugged on them, making sure they were tight enough, before stepping back to inspect the girl.
He let out a predatory laugh, his eyes narrowing in on her. "You look so beautiful when you're vulnerable... I can do whatever I want to you and there's not a damn thing you can do about it." The brunette man smirked. Isabella let out a whimper of fear and arousal, the spot between her thighs pulsing with desire; she was wet beyond belief. Then there was the realization that she was, in fact, completely and utterly helpless. It scared her - of course, Dean was a very intimidating man - but it turned her on even more. In the midst of her daydream, Isabella failed to notice that Dean had removed the rest of his clothing until he tapped the head of his cock against her lips, smearing the precum across her mouth. She looked up at him, instinctively licking her lips and the taste was sweeter than she expected. Dean let out a low moan and lazily stroked himself, looking her deep in the eyes. "Suck me off, little one."
Isabella wearily eyed his dick. She had never seen one in person but she was pretty sure Dean was above average. How the hell was she supposed to fit that thing in her mouth? She didn't even know what to do with it! Ambrose noticed her hesitance and tilted her chin up. "Don't worry, I'm going to do most of the work. Besides, we have plenty of time to teach you how to suck cock." He winked suggestively before grabbing himself and pushing his cock passed her lips. Isabella opened her mouth wide, desperately trying to emulate oral sex to the best of her abilities. She swirled her tongue around the underbelly of his shaft causing dean to grip onto her hair with both hands and push her head further down, letting out a moan as she gagged on his cock. Dean thrust his hips into her mouth as he helped her bob her head to the rhythm.
"Ahh fuck, baby girl. That's it." He moaned. Isabella looked into his eyes, her belly swirling with glee to know that she was pleasing him. "Who knew you could suck dick this good?" Dean smirked at the blush that crept onto the ravenette's face. He began to pump his hips more aggressively as his climax neared, his cock making an obscene impression against her cheek as the head nudged the back of her throat. Isabella choked a little but let out a small moan that vibrated up Dean's shaft. "Shit, shit, shit. I'm so close baby girl. Just a little more." He gripped her hair with both hands, furiously thrusting his cock into her mouth. The warm cavern was dripping with spit and pre-cum and Dean didn't think she could look any more beautiful. He grit his teeth and let out a low, animalistic growl as his cock twitched and spasmed, hot streams of come shooting down Isabella's throat. The girl swallowed as much as she possibly could, though some trickled down the side of her mouth.
Dean let out a breathy sigh, muttering a curse under his breathe as he pulled his softening member from the teen's mouth. The way she licked the come off the side of her mouth with innocence had Dean growling and none too gently throwing Isabella back onto the couch. Her stomach rose and fell rapidly with arousal coated anticipation as he kneeled on the sofa between her legs. A tiny whimper suppressed passed her lips as Dean eyed her pussy before licking his lips, her legs instinctively spreading wider. "I can't wait to taste you, Princess." Dean moaned before diving in between her legs. Isabella moaned loudly as he transitioned between sucking her clit and finger her to thrusting his tongue in and out of her hole as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Within minutes, Isabella felt a tightening in her belly as her second orgasm crept in. The ravenette was moaning unintelligibly, her words scrambled as Dean quickened the flicks of his tongue and thrusts of his fingers. Isabella let out a final shriek of pleasure and gripped Dean's hair as she came. Her vision was hazy and her body trembled as Dean hungrily lapped up her juices. He pulled back, more than eager to finally bury himself in her right heat. Dean had prepped her while he are her out to save time.
He wished he brought some of his toys with him so the girl got a taste of what being Ambrose's sub was really like but, as step one, he would see how she reacted to being choked while fucked. Isabella was still in a post orgasm daze and failed to notice Dean lining his cock up with her entrance. As he pushed the head in, Isabella hissed and gripped onto Dean's biceps. He gave her some time to adjust before slowly pushing inch by inch until he was finally sheathed inside Isabella's tight hole. He began thrusting his hips and the two moaned simultaneously. Dean placed his hand between the teen's thighs to add to the stimulation, his other moving to squeeze her throat tightly. At first, Isabella was frightened as her airway was cut off slightly but the way Dean was pounding into her and massaging her clit, accompanied by the fuzziness she felt all over her body from being choked had her on cloud nine. Her climax approached at a rapid pace and before she knew it, she was cumming - and hard. Stars danced behind her eyes and Dean moaned and increased the pace of his thrusts to be erratic. He sucked on her neck and continued to play with her, determined to pull yet another orgasm out of the girl so they came together.
Isabella whined softly. "P-please, no m-more.." Despite her exaustion and sensitivity, she continued to get turned on.
"Come on," Dean encouraged. "One more time, you can do it." His breathing was uneven and his cock twitched. The brunette man hurriedly pulled out of Isabella and erratically tugged on his cock whilst thrusting his fingers in and out of the girl beneath him, using he's elbow to hold himself up. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" He chanted as hot, sticky come splashed onto Isabella's stomach and breasts. Isabella followed soon after, screaming out before falling limp as she achieved her fourth orgasm. Her legs twitched uncontrollably as multiple emotions washed through her, causing a sob to rack her spent body. Why was she crying? She honestly felt good and tingly but for someone reason she couldn't keep the tears from flowing.
