'Dean ... what do you want from me?' she asked.

He didn't answer, he didn't seem to know himself.

...

After a moment of silence where Andie stared into the depths of Dean's soulless eyes he spoke because he had an answer for everything.

'I want you to trust me,' he said.

That word: Trust. Regal had said the same thing to her, 'you should trust Ambrose like you trust me', or something along those lines. Well, Regal had earnt her trust, Ambrose had not. It was impossible to trust a man who harmed her the way Ambrose had.

'How can I? Why should I?! You forced yourself into my life, I never asked for any of this!' Andie started to speak calmly, but she was soon yelling in anger. Better that than to cry, this man had been the cause of too many tears.

'Andie, Andie,' he said to hush her. 'Neither of us is happy that it has come to this. Do you think I enjoyed hurting you in there? Of course I didn't! But I wouldn't ever have to hurt you if only you would listen to me, obey me ... without question. Don't you agree?'

Andie frowned at the crap that he was spewing and the heartfelt feeling he was trying to put into his words. His hand was over his heart and his brow was creased in so called concern for her wellbeing but none of this showed in his eyes. His eyes never lied.

'No, I could do everything you asked of me, I could kiss you right now and you would still find an excuse to torture me because that's who you are. You're crazy,' Andie said venomously, winding a finger in a circle next to her temple.

Ambrose smiled in a way that did nothing to disprove anything Andie had said.

'Are you going to take me home?' Andie asked, feeling like she had won this argument, 'Or shall I walk home?'

'You won't be able to walk very far, I tore up your ass,' he said smirking.

'You've seen me take worse,' Andie answered back.

Ambrose shrugged, 'come on then,' he said and turned his back on her.

Andie didn't think she'd worn the argument that easily. He was bound to have something up his sleeve but 'quit' wasn't a word that Andie understood. She wasn't going to run away and cry, she would brave the lift home with him and it would be the last time she got into his hillbilly truck. Funny how back in the training room she'd felt sad about the possibility that she wouldn't be going back to his. Now if anything she felt relief, however fleeting that feeling might be.

He opened the passenger door of his truck for Andie politely and she climbed in without so much as glancing at him. She stared straight out of the car window, following the route back to her apartment as he drove in silence beside her. Now that her full weight was on her backside and the truck was bumping along and coming to break crunching stops she was really beginning to feel the damage he had done. He hadn't 'torn' her ass up, as he so pleasantly put it, but she felt some deep bruises forming.

When they came to a halt outside of her apartment Ambrose didn't release the child lock, like she knew he wouldn't because he always had to have the last word.

'Thankyou for the lift, can you let me out now please?' Andie asked snappily.

'In a moment. I won't pick you up tomorrow but I will be at training. We will start afresh like I said, when you are ready to start seeing me again we can erm go get a coffee or something,' Ambrose said sweetly and gave her a cute dimpled smile.

Any fly on the wall, or truck in this case, would not believe that only fifteen minutes ago Ambrose had been beating the ever living shit out of Andie.

'Right,' Andie said slowly and hopped out of the truck a bit too quickly when she saw him release the child lock. Her buttocks bounced and it took all of her stubborn will not to walk off clutching them but her hand shot straight to them as soon as she was safely hidden in her apartment block.


'How's it hanging?' Ambrose asked before pulling out a box of matches from his pocket, striking a match against the wall and lighting a cigarette in his mouth that he had tucked behind his ear.

Andie watched him shield the flame with his cupped hand and admired the way it made the bottom half of his face glow momentarily before he shook the flame out. He inhaled making the cigarette end burn red. Andie stared at it so much that she had almost become cross eyed and barely registered his question.

This was only the third day since their arrangement had been called off. It would have been easier to feel glad about that if Ambrose had been behaving like his bad old crazy-ass self. But he hadn't been; he'd been this cool, laid back dude. And the little things he did made her desire him more than she ever had before, like him smoking. Before she met Ambrose she had been adamant that smoking was a foul habit, it still was, but it wasn't completely unattractive. He made it look so good that she almost wanted to take it up herself. She had never known how to answer the 'how's it hanging?' question, that was something guys usually said to each other wasn't it? So she answered somewhat stiffly;

'I'm fine thankyou, how are you?'

Ambrose smiled slightly and took another drag of his cigarette before shrugging, 'Not bad.'

Andie looked away but didn't walk to her car; she wanted to be close to him for just a bit longer. If she was honest with herself it had been almost unbearable to wrestle with him every day, for him to have to touch her and talk to her every day, but not to be able to share those ... experiences, with him anymore. She'd look at his smooth skin and think of feeling it under her fingernails or tasting it. She'd look at his hands and she'd want to feel them around her neck, drawing breaths from her, squeezing the life out of her and that thought terrified her. She could tell him she wouldn't mind going for that coffee ... but that would be foolish and naive. Coffee would lead to something else and she would soon lose control over her own body again. She was much better off alone.

'You heard from home recently?' Ambrose asked conversationally.

Being the grown up that she was Andie decided to try to give a full answer to his question but also because it made her head hurt her to think that she might just go on and on simultaneously desiring a man and hating him and she needed a distraction from that.

'Yes, I talk to my mother at least once a week. My sister just announced that she is expecting her first baby actually ...'

Ambrose nodded while she spoke but he suddenly looked away from her, across the street and stopped paying attention to Andie to yell at someone he had spotted. Andie looked in the direction that he was shouting in to see a young woman approaching them, from a distance she looked a less than savoury character, the closer she got the worse she looked. She wore short torn denim shorts that barely covered her buttocks and her pallid legs were dotted with various scrapes and bruises. She appeared to have dyed her hair so many times that it had turned that cheap and nasty looking reddish brown colour. She also bore some mismatching ugly tattoos on her arms which were no way near as well executed or designed as Andie's own ink. But she had a pretty face, which was her saving grace. In comparison, Andie would never describe herself as pretty. Her nose was too long and bumpy from being broken twice. Her eyes were sharp and she felt they intimidated most men, her cheeks were not plump and her cheekbones were not as well defined as she would have liked. Plus, her mouth was permanently set in a sullen shape. But she made the most of herself by taking care of her body and applying some careful make up. That girl's makeup looked like she'd done it in the dark but Ambrose didn't seem to notice any of the flaws Andie had spotted just by observing her for ten seconds, or he didn't care what she looked like as long as she had a hole that he could fill, Andie suspected it was the latter.

Andie looked down her nose at the girl as she swayed from side to side giddily when Ambrose left Andie's side to approach her and cupped her face softly in his hands. He then placed a tender kiss on her lips. Andie felt jealously twist her gut and she put her hand to her stomach to steady the rolling.

'Cya around Andie!' Ambrose shouted off as he walked away from her with his arm draped around that little whores slopping shoulders.


Andie lay awake in her bed at 3am unable to get to sleep. She felt ... upset? She didn't know, but she felt some reaction towards the fact that Ambrose had given up on her that easily and that she had been so easily replaced by a woman far inferior to her. She thought about what Ambrose probably did with that girl once he carted her off to his apartment, what he could be doing with her right now while she occupied her cold king size bed alone. She'd lost that feeling of superiority she felt she had over other women because Ambrose had chosen her, a feeling that she'd didn't know she had until he'd abandoned her. But now she was just like one of her faux friends she had gone out with that night she had bumped into Ambrose, a hanger on and desperate.


The next day Andie was sitting in Regal's plush office after practice waiting on him to finish his meeting with Maxine, the GM of FCW, he'd said he'd only be fifteen minutes then she'd have his full attention, in the meantime Andie was to wait here. His office was so different to the rest of FCW's headquarters. Everything in that room was sharp, like him, but not overly modern and still traditional, again just like him. She reclined in his expensive leather office chair behind his desk and she though about the reason she was in this room for, that she wanted to beg a few days off from training to visit her family in a few weeks. It was exactly what she needed, a break from this insipid city and she supposed it would be nice to talk about the massive changes that had recently happened in her sister's life while she had been gone, not that she had ever really got along with her, in fact she thought her sister very foolish for getting herself pregnant that young ... but you know what? She didn't even care. She cared about how worthless and sexually frustrated Ambrose had left her feeling.

She felt herself becoming moist again just recollecting only one moment out of every single dirty thing they had done together. She checked the vintage clock that stood on Regal's desk, he'd been gone less than ten minutes, that would be time enough... This was pathetic. How long had she lasted without Ambrose's attentions? Four days? She slowly slipped her hand down her jeans and into her knickers under Regal's desk. She trailed her finger through the soft folds of her pussy; it was swollen, slick and wet. She then lightly tickled the tip of her finger over her enlarged clit, it felt good and she could feel some of that tension already leaving her body. She settled into a rhythm of massaging her clit and closed her eyes, it was frighteningly easy to block out the knowledge that she was sitting in Regal's office and that he could come back any moment.

She was on the edge of exploding when the door gently creaked upon and startled her from her business. She sat bolt upright in the chair again and pulled her hand from her pants. She folded her hands in her lap and forced herself to make eye contact with Regal, Jesus that had been close. His eyes cooly took in the flustered woman that sat before him.

'I hope you were not doing what it looked like you were doing ...' he said softly.

Andie could hardly fess up to that! She stumbled over her words, looking for a smooth lie to tell.

'No! I er ...' she stuttered feeling herself turn an even deeper shade of red.

Regal raised an eyebrow and said nothing, allowing Andie to come up with something or just torturing her. He clasped his hands behind his back and walked to the door to his own personal rest room that was adjacent to his office.

'Go and wash your hands,' he said opening the door for her.

Andie scurried past him, keeping her head down and feeling extremely embarrassed. She didn't think she'd ever felt this embarrassed before. Baring her bottom to him was no way near as embarrassing as being walked in on fingering herself. Especially in his office, of all places!

She washed her hands slowly in the sink, not wanting to leave the rest room. She rehearsed in her head what she would say to him when she left, she had to apologise, maybe explain why she had done what she had done ... jeez she couldn't tell him that Ambrose was the only man that could get her off! She opened the door back to the office, as ready as she would ever be with a suitably grovelling apology in mind. When she left the bathroom she saw Regal stand up from that cushy office chair Andie had just been pleasuring herself in. He held in his hand what was clearly a spanking implement, but one that Andie had never laid eyes on before. It was small with a leather handle and a rigid loop made out of braided leather was attached to it. He squeezed the loop in his left hand as he held the handle in his right.

'Stand in front of me,' he said sternly when he moved to the front of the desk.

Andie tore her eyes away from the nasty looking implement he was playing with. She deserved to feel scared of it, she agreed with him that on this occasion she deserved to be punished ... She stood in the submissive stance Regal had taught her to take when the command came: feet shoulder width apart, head down, hands clasped behind her back. She'd half forgotten how to do it, it had been a while since she'd been instructed to stand in front of him.

'Hold out your hands,' he ordered.

Urgh, she'd expected to feel that across her arse, not her hands. This was something she wasn't used to but she obeyed.

'Good,' Regal commented on looking at Andie's outstretched palms.

He then put his finger under her chin to tilt her head up to look at him. He didn't just look disappointed in her, he looked disgusted. Andie never wanted to disappoint him but she really didn't want him to look at her in disgust.

'What you just did was extremely disrespectful of me, beneath you and it was, well it goes without saying, but I shall say it anyway, absolutely filthy.'

If Andie hadn't been burning with shame before she definitely was now. She flinched at the harshness of his words and she felt like a very dirty girl. Regal then tapped her right hand with the implement which instantly made her hands shake. She feared the pain of this more than she had feared the cane.

'Hold your hands still,' Regal said firmly and held the fingers of her right hand hard in his left.

'I'm going to give you three strokes on each hand. Quite frankly I am appalled by your behaviour,' he said, looking at her sternly again.

'I'm sorry Sir,' Andie said, actually meaning it.

She didn't know what had come over her and the short lived kick she had got out of it hadn't been worth it when this was the cost. Regal ignored Andie's apology and tapped her hand again. Andie closed her eyes and heard the implement whistle through the air before she felt it lash her palm. She yelped at the fierce sting that spread through her hand and pulled it back.

'Give me your hand Morgane,' Regal ordered.

Andie unwillingly held it out to him again, palm up and averted her head. He gave the preliminary tap again and let fly. Prepared for the sting this time Andie gritted her teeth and managed to keep her hand outstretched, though it still shuck uncontrollably. Regal must have felt merciful because he didn't make her wait long for the third, just as well because words came tumbling from Andie's mouth by the time it fell.

'I didn't mean to disrespect you, I do respect you, I always have!' she wailed.

'Silence,' was all Regal responded with and he held the fingers of her left hand ready to administer the rest of her punishment on that hand.

He allowed Andie to drop her other throbbing hand to her side as he gave the three strokes in rapid succession on her left hand. Andie held in her cries as the first two fell but after the third fell she whimpered in pain and relief that it was finally over. She rubbed her palms together, as if that would help to ease the sting. Regal gently prised her hands apart and held the tops of her arms firmly.

'Turn around,' he said gently.

Andie feared her punishment wasn't over. The pain in her hands was something else, who knew when the red welts that were already forming would fade away?

'Please Sir, I've learnt my lesson,' she pleaded with him. She didn't sound anything like the tough woman she had built herself up to be.

'Turn around,' he repeated himself, without mercy.

Andie turned around with trepidation and waited for him to unzip her jeans or tell her to put her hands on her head, to prepare her in some sort of way for a bottom blistering. Sure enough Regal's arm wrapped around her waist and he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans one handed. Andie held herself still expecting him to tug down her jeans but he didn't. His hand slipped into her jeans and under the waistband of her knickers.

Andie gasped when his fingers brushed against the lips of her pussy, he slipped his index finger between them and stroked it over her clit. Andie froze in complete shock.

'If you needed release, you need only have asked,' he said seductively into her ear then he rubbed her clit softly.

Andie could have pushed him off, told him that he'd betrayed her trust, taken advantage of her, any number of things but she didn't. She enjoyed it and truth be told, he was much more skilled than Ambrose. He put Ambrose to shame. The fangirl in her heart danced in joy that her wrestling hero was doing this to her. All of those old feelings for him that she thought she had buried came rushing back to her and she felt euphoric. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and allowed him to make her cum.

She clamped her thighs hard around his hand, not wanting him to stop touching her when her orgasm unravelled within her, but he withdrew his hand carefully. He stepped back and Andie stumbled at the loss of his support helping her stand up on her shaking legs. He pulled some tissues from the box on his desk and wiped his fingers that glistened with Andie's juices and let the soiled tissues flutter from his fingers to the waste paper basket beside his desk.

'You may go,' he said and sat at his desk like nothing intimate had just passed between them. He didn't even look slightly aroused by the fact that he had just intimately touched a woman at least fifteen years younger than him. Was that it? God knows she didn't want to kiss him, that wouldn't have seemed right, but she wouldn't have objected to being fucked over his desk ... But he didn't look like any such thoughts were going through his head right now, it was like she wasn't even in the same room with him anymore.

She left the office without saying goodbye to Regal and forgetting why she had wanted to see him after practice in the first place. She was glad he had touched her, she'd let him do that again if he wanted to ... but would that opportunity ever present itself again? She doubted it. She knew two things though. Ambrose had lost his place as the only man in the world who could turn her on and she would never see Regal in the same light again.