"Bullshit!" Brian Kendrick yelled as he shoved some bottles of water off of a table as he stormed down the hall with me desperately trying to catch up to him and calm him down. He had just lost the title match against Rich Swann and he was sick of the way he was being tried. "Brian, wait," I called out to him, but he kept his stride as he walked inside of our locker room, slamming the door. I took a deep breath as I stood infront of the door, trying to figure out what to say and/or do in this situation. When I heard a loud bang, I immediately walked inside and closed the door behind me. Brian was sitting on the floor, holding his head and breathing heavily as I set down my women's title belt. I saw the dent in the locker and knew that he punched it in all of his rage. I looked at him and saw how bloody his knuckles were and ran towards my bag and pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and band-aids before quietly walking over to him, plopping down in front of him and grabbed his hand. He jumped and looked at me as I opened the alcohol. I didn't say one word as I began cleaning off his bloody hand, hearing a hiss from him when the alcohol touched the small cuts. I wrapped his hand and got up to discard the bloody cotton balls and put the alcohol back into my bag. "You didn't have to do that," he finally spoke to me, poking at the band-aids. I shrugged and walked back over to him, sitting down in front of him and stared at him in silence. The anger and rage that was once on his face had disappeared and he smiled at me. "I guess I scared you, huh, Kitten," he said, reaching out and stroked my cheek with his finger. Kitten was the nickname he gave me in the beginning of our relationship due to my love for cats. I nodded slowly, tears filling my eyes as he rubbed my cheek. "Don't cry, my precious, Kitten," he said, pulling me into his arms, "I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just so sick and tired of losing so much and letting you down." I blinked the tears away and looked up at him. "But you didn't." "Huh?" I kissed his cheek and smiled. "Whether you're a champion or not, I will always be proud of you. Just watching you have fun in that ring is enough for me. Knowing that you enjoy your job and just being able to be back in that ring...Well it's amazing." He pushed his hair back and chuckled, rubbing his cheek against mine, his beard scratching my skin. "I'm lucky to have you, Kitten, you know that? And we'll, since you're the women's champion, I guess I can live with being co-champion." "You can't be co women's champion, baby. That's not how this works," I giggled. "Come on. When I was Cruiserweight champion, I let you be co-champion." "Yeah, but it's not gender specific like the women's champion," I stated. "Fine. I'll be the boyfriend of the world's greatest women's champion then," he chuckled and kissed me, "now how about we get out of here and go have a private party? You retained against Charlotte so I have to reward you." I giggled and nodded as we got off of the floor and showered and changed before grabbing our things and left the arena to return to the hotel that we were staying at for the night.
I tossed my title belt on the extra bed once we made it to our room and plopped down on the empty bed, sinking into the softness of the mattress as Brian walked in, shutting the door behind him and set our bags down on the floor. "Overall, despite my lose, the show was great, don't you think, Kitten," he asked as he removed his shoes. "Yeah, although now that my adrenaline rush is slowing down, I can feel every chop Charlotte gave me," I sighed, sitting up and rubbing my aching muscles. Tonight I had to face Charlotte in a street fight for the Raw Women's Championship and somehow we managed to tear the house down with no serious injuries and I was able to retain my title. I pulled off my shoes and pulled off my shirt, looking down at the red bruises from where Charlotte chopped me repeatedly, tugging down my bra slightly to see how far down the bruises went. Brian walked up to me and held out his hands. I raised an eyebrow before grabbing his hands and he pulled me to my feet, his eyes staring down at my chest. "Does that hurt?" I shook my head as he examined the bruises. "I'm used to it. Years on the Indie scene, remember," I giggled and walked over to the mirror. I turned around and lifted up my hair to see the marks from the kendo stick covered parts of my back. "You and Charlotte have great chemistry in the ring, but did you two really have to use weapons?" Brian wasn't much of a fan of seeing me in those types of matches ever since I had broke my arm in a no disqualification match a few years ago. "Well, we just wanted to make history in our last title match together so why not?" He walked away momentarily while I examined my battle wounds and returned with a bottle of ointment. "Turn around," he instructed as he popped the top. I nodded and turned my back to him, holding my hair as he rubbed the ointment on my back, massaging my back gently. I sighed at the gentleness of his fingers rubbing into my aching muscles, working the tight bundles of muscles loose before his fingers drifted down to my hips and he leaned over and pressed his lips to my neck, his beard tickling my skin. "What are you doing, Mr. Kendrick," I giggled when his hands slid to the front of my shorts. "Just congratulating my Kitten," he whispered in my ear, slowly licking the shell of it, sending shivers down my spine. He unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down, leaving me in only my purple laced lingerie. "Hmm looks like someone wanted this more than me," he teased as his hands went up my body to cup my breast and gently squeezed them. "Mmm let's just say that we've been together long enough that I know what to do whenever you need some cheering up... Or as you put it, celebration," I sighed as he kissed my neck again. "That's my good little Kitten," he chuckled, releasing my breast and grabbed my bra, unhooking it and slid the straps down my arms before grabbing my breast again, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs. I watched his thumbs rub circles on the sensitive buds as his mouth attached to my neck, sucking gently as to not leave a mark on me as my panties became wetter from his slow yet calculated assault. I was slowly giving in to the pleasure until he moved away from me and I let out a soft whine. "Patience, Kitten. How about you remove those panties and climb onto the bed for me?" I grabbed the bands of my panties and wiggled my butt before pulling them down and stepped out of them and my shorts before crawling into bed and laid down. Brian stood at the edge of the bed and began to slowly remove his clothes, our eyes focused on each other until he was completely naked and he climbed into bed, kissing up my leg slowly, switching to the other leg before reaching my core then stopped and began kissing up my stomach slowly, licking circles around both nipples and licking a line up the valley of my breast to my neck as he began to kiss my jawline before finally reaching my lips and kissed me passionately. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh as we kissed and reached down to grab it, but he stopped me. "Now, Kitten. I've told you not to be so impatient now didn't I," he smirked, lust filling his eyes. I nodded silently as he kissed my nose. "Good girl. Now be very still for me, okay?" I nodded again as he slid back down my body before settling between my legs, his breath fanning my core before kissing it. I bit my lip as he stuck his tongue out and gave me a lip, a shiver going up and down my spine, but I managed not to move a muscle. He smirked at me and locked eyes with me as he gave me another long, slow lick. This was his favorite type of torture when we have sex. Each move he made was slow, calculated, and with purpose to get some type of reaction from me. "Mmm my Kitten is so wet already," he commented, rubbing my core slowly before slowly pushing a finger inside. I gasped and managed to stop myself from arching my back as he began to thrust his finger in and out of me, watching me intently to make sure I wasn't moving. "That feels good, Kitten," he asked, smiling at me. "Yes. Feels so good," I moaned, not nodding my head like I would usually do. "How about this," he asked, adding a second finger, thrusting both fingers slowly in and out. "Feels better," I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I focused on his fingers, the tips brushing against my sweet spot lightly. "Good Kitten. Nice and tight for me, just like I like," he smirked, adding a third finger. I moaned softly as every muscle in my body burned, wanting me to move, but I somehow managed to remain perfectly still. My eyes flew open when I felt Brian's mouth on my left nipple. His tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he continued to thrust his fingers. "Brian," I gasped and whined, losing my self control slowly. He released my nipple with a loud plop and looked up at me. "What's the matter, my lovely Kitten? Muscles tensed up? Want to move? Too much to ask?" He loved teasing me and I enjoyed his teasing, knowing that it would end in a state of pure bliss in the end. "Yes. Brian, please." He removed his fingers and sucked them clean before he hovered over me. "Wrap your arms around me, Kitten," he cooed and I didn't need to be told twice, reaching up and wrapping my arms around his neck, desperately pulling him down for a kiss and he obliged, sliding his tongue inside of my mouth as we moaned together. "You know I love you, right, Kitten," he whispered against my lips. "Yes. And I love you." He smiled before pressing the tip of his dick to my entrance and slowly pushed inside of me.
I tightened my hold on him as he sheathed himself deep inside of me and peppered me with kisses until he felt me relax. He pulled out slowly and pushed back inside, making sure that he wasn't hurting me. I squeezed his shoulders to reassure him that I was fine. He kissed my lips as he found a painfully slow pace, working me into a frenzy as I began to squirm under him. "What's the matter, Kitten," he chuckled against my lips when he saw the distress that I was in. "Brian, move faster," I begged, wanting more pleasure. He shook his head and continued his slow paced, keeping up his teasing. He and I both knew what he wanted me to do, but I could be just as stubborn as him. He wanted me to tap to him, submitting to him before I can get what I wanted. He smirked and watched me as his slow pace continued to drive me crazy. He reached up and pinched my nipple, twisting it, making me moan out in pleasure. "Brian!" I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me slowly, the tip of his dick barely touching my sweet spot. I whined and squeezed his shoulders, trying to move to get more pleasure, but he used his body weight to pin me to the bed and forced his tongue into my mouth, groaning softly. I tried clawing at his arms and back, trying to entice him, but it failed and I didn't know how much more of his teasing that I could take. He kissed my neck and sucked painfully, leaving a mark as a reminder of who I belonged to. I moaned and arched off of the bed when I felt my orgasm build from this slow pace. I almost came when he slid his hand down and rubbed my clit. I gasped and immediately tapped on his back repeatedly, making me chuckle. "Oh, Kitten. You should know better than to play this game of endurance with me, but I'll give you a reward for your attempt." He grabbed my hip with one hand and continued to rub my clit as he began slamming into me. "Oh God, Brian," I yelled, wrapping my legs around his waist. "My Kitten enjoying herself," he grunted out between gritted teeth. "Yes! Brian, yes," I moaned as my body rocked in pleasure. He licked his thumb and rubbed my clit harder, groaning as my pussy spasmed. "You're not allowed to come until I tell you," he groaned. "But..." "No back talk." He removed his thumb from my clit and held on to my hips, pushing and pulling me towards him, throwing his head back to let out a slow, deep growl as his hips became a blur from how fast he was thrusting. I grabbed the sheets and dug my heels into his lower back as he leaned down to kiss me, his dick throbbing as his thrusts became almost too painful to handle, but I was too blissed out on the mind blowing sex to even care. "I'm so close. Where," he growled. "Stomach," I moaned and he gave me a small nod. "Come on my dick, Kitten, cover my dick. Now!" Right on command, I arched completely off of the bed as my orgasm hit and I covered his dick, panting as I came down from my pleasurable high. Brian quickly pulled out and stroked his dick, groaning as his hot come landed on my stomach. "Kitten, you always look so beautiful covered in my seed," he chuckled as he climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom and returned minutes later with a wet towel and wiped off my stomach before taking it back into the bathroom. I sat up and climbed under the covers when he returned and laid down next to me. "Had fun, my beautiful Kitten," he asked, pulling me into his arms. "Yes. Thank you," I smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "Good. You know, as long as I have you with me, Kitten, I'm always a champion because you're my Kitten and no one can take you from me," he said, kissing my lips. "You will always be the champion in my eyes, Brian, belt or no belt. You're the champion of my world," I said. "That's all that matters to me." He smiled, kissing me again before we fell asleep in each others arms.