'I'm taking you to dinner. Somewhere nice and private so don't worry about somebody reporting to Seth. I've got something for you, too.'
Cassie read the text four times before deciding that this was real. Dean was seriously doing this. He was taking this while thing so seriously and she had to admit that she was excited for whatever it was Dean had planned. It was likely that she'd have the time of her life, and she wanted to experience it.
"What's that, babe?" Seth asked as he entered the room, noticing the small smile on her face while she bit her lip. "Is my cousin sending you nudes again?"
"It's been years since that happened, and I was reading the article that journalist put in the paper about the gym." Cassie covered, standing so she could wrap her arms around her husband's neck. He smiled and pecked her lips, placing his hands on her hips to keep her close.
"Was it good?" He asked just before her lips settled on his again in another peck.
"Very good."
"Mmm." He hummed against her lips, adding pressure and feeling her melt into him. "That's so good. We could always use more business."
"Yes." She agreed, pulling back and resting her head on his chest. "Yes we could."
"I mean business is fine how it is, but more is good."
"More gives us a reason to expand."
"We can't expand until you're comfortable hiring total strangers."
"I'll work on it."
"Don't worry about it, baby. This is our dream as a trio and we'll be making decisions together as a team. If you're not comfortable with somebody, we won't hire them." Seth spoke softly, kissing the top of her head while he started to sway them. "When marimba rhythm starts to play, dance with me~"
"Make me sway." Cassie sang along, swaying with her husband while he continued to hum the catchy Michael Bublé tune. But she stepped back to cough into her arm a few seconds in, sparking concern within her husband.
"Baby?"
"I'm fine. Totally fine." She assured, smiling up at Seth. He only looked at her in concern, kissing her forehead.
"If you start feeling worse, I'm taking you home." He stated firmly, moving his hands from her hips to her cheeks and resting his forehead on hers. "Nonnegotiable."
"You and Dean say that a lot." Cassie commented with a smile, placing her hands on his whiskered cheeks. "Why?"
"I dunno. We've just been saying it for years to sound smart."
"Such a nerd." Cassie whispered, kissing the corner of Seth's lips. "Don't you and Roman have somewhere to be?"
"Fuck, yes we do." Seth cursed, mashing his lips onto hers. "I love you, baby."
"I love you, too, Sethie." She murmured, pecking his lips before letting him go with a smile. "Go do whatever. I'll be here."
"Don't eat anything that'll upset your stomach. We should only be a couple hours."
"Alright."
Dean was sitting in his office, looking down at the bag of stuff he wanted Cassie to wear to dinner that night while his client went over the meal plan he drew up for her. He had put a lot of thought into it over the weekend, already having a plan for what he was going to tell Seth to get Cassie to himself for a couple hours and what they were going to do after dinner. He couldn't wait to see how she looked in the revealing black dress, lacy underwear, and his preselected pieces of jewelry and really wanted to see how far she let him go later in the night.
A knock sounding on the door alerted both him and his client, whom he quickly assured that he'd be right back while he stood and headed out to the hallway. Seth was there, smile present as he looked to his friend.
"What's up, Seth?"
"Roman and I are gonna head out to do that lunch thing that both you and Cassie refuse to attend, can you watch Cas? She says she feels fine but she might've caught what I had a couple weeks ago."
"Alright. I'll definitely keep an eye out for her."
"Thanks, man. We should be back in a couple hours."
"Alrighty. Can I borrow Cas after work so she can balance my checkbook?" Dean asked, blatantly lying to his best friend's face without feeling guilty about it in the slightest. "I'll feed her and everything."
"If that's cool with her, it's cool with me." Seth said, patting Dean's arm before heading down the hall. Dean went back into his office, mumbling a quick apology before going back to work. He could hear Seth and Cassie's office door close and that delightful giggle leave her lips.
No, Ambrose, don't think about her like that. That's how feelings happen. He scolded himself, smiling at his client when she looked up at him.
"So I just need to follow this?" She asked, tucking her hair behind her ear and trying her best to be seductive. Dean didn't really find her all that attractive, especially with this new addition to his friendship/relationship with Cassie.
"For two weeks while following the exercise plan and we'll make adjustments where necessary in two weeks."
"Do you make house calls?"
"Sadly, no."
"What if they were personal calls?"
"We have a strict 'no fraternization' policy when it comes to clients and gym-goers. You're a beautiful woman, but I can't go there with you." Dean declined her offer, putting on his best pout. She seemed to understand and nodded, smiling as she stood with her meal plan in hand. He too stood, making sure to beat her to the door so he could hold it open before walking her down the hall and into the actual gym area. There they said their goodbyes, making an appointment for a training session the following week before Dean leaned beside Cassie at the counter. She was busy typing something and didn't bother acknowledging his presence while she did so, so he walked his fingers up her spine to her neck until she looked over at him.
"Can I help you, Mr. Ambrose?"
"I've gotten permission from your husband to steal you for dinner and I was wondering if you'd like to balance my checkbook for me?" He spoke quietly, electing to ignore the way his cock stirred at the formality in her tone. There'd be a time for it to get what it wanted so desperately, and Dean really wanted to milk this arrangement for all it was worth. Cassie as a sub was going to turn out all too amazing and he wanted it for as long as he could get it.
"I feel like you guys abuse me for my mathematical talents."
"We definitely take advantage of that fact, Kitten, but we'd never abuse it."
The car ride between Seth and Roman was much different for Seth. He'd never been on a car trip of any sort with the big attractive Samoan and he wasn't sure what he liked to listen to. Roman didn't look like a fan of the music he and Cassie listened to, so the radio was off due to Seth not being sure of whether it was okay to turn it on or not. Dean couldn't handle radio silence, so the blonde listened to anything. Roman, however, didn't mind the silence and kept up casual conversation with the younger man while Seth drove to their destination for lunch with a guy who owned a fitness drink company that wanted to sell his product in their gym.
"Cassie looked kind of pale this morning." Roman commented, looking over to Seth as the car stopped at a red light. The two-toned man looked concerned at the mention of his obviously ill wife and Roman found himself envying the little brunette woman for having Seth so tightly wrapped around her little finger. He wouldn't mind being the one Seth dropped everything for and-
Seth is married and he loves Cassie. He's not gay or bi, and she's it for him. There's no chance so back it up. He reminded himself, turning back into Seth explaining Cassie being stubborn.
"...like a mule, that one, when it comes to being sick or hurt. She just has no quit in her and, as sexy as it is, it bothers me." The two obviously held each other up, because Cassie stopped everything to take care of Seth that first day and now Seth was really concerned about Cassie, but Roman wanted that so desperately. He wanted to find that one to be there for and be there for him. Somebody who accepted Melissa and loved her just as much.
"I can imagine." Was all Roman said, slightly lost in his own thoughts, which sparked something in Seth. The younger man was worried about making Roman uncomfortable by talking about Cassie, or if there was something else bugging him. Either way, Seth wanted to make sure that Roman knew that he could confide in him if he needed, because he saw them as friends.
"Is everything alright, Roman?"
"Everything is fine. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. But you know that you can talk to me if something is bothering you, right?"
"I appreciate it, Seth. Thank you." Roman spoke with a smile, gently reaching over and patting Seth's knee. He knew that he shouldn't have, but it was too tempting and Seth didn't seem to mind. But he was blissfully unaware of the want sparked in the other man.
Yes, feeling Roman touch him sent a shockwave through the married man. Seth wanted to feel more, and he knew that it was so wrong to feel that way. He loved Cassie, and nothing was going to ever change that. Did it really hurt to want a bit more as long as you didn't act on those wants?
Cassie felt weird, and not in the good sense. Sure she was being felt up by Dean while she serviced a customer at the front counter, which was every reason to feel great, but her stomach felt weird. She tried her best to play it off and just focus on the hands groping her ass and stroking her femininity through her pants while she worked, but even that wasn't distracting her.
"Are you okay, Cassie? You look pale." The customer commented, reaching across the counter to press her wrist to Cassie's forehead. "Sweetheart you're burning up. You should be at home."
"I'm fine, but thank you." She blew off the concern, leaning back into Dean when the customer walked away. He removed his hand from her ass and felt her forehead, frowning when he felt how warm she was.
"Kitten, you should-"
"Dean, I'm fine." She cut him off, knowing that wouldn't end well for her. Sure enough; the stroking stopped and he stepped back, turning her to face him before pushing her back into the counter. The edge was digging into her back but she wouldn't complain. She wasn't allowed to complain and she definitely didn't want to make this worse on her.
"Cassie, you're not fine." He spoke firmly, blue eyes blazing with that familiar stubborn light. Cassie only met his gaze, unsure if she was supposed to comment and not wanting to be punished if she wasn't supposed to. "We're canceling dinner tonight and rescheduling for when you're feeling better. Take tomorrow off, okay?"
"But-"
"Okay?" He repeated, that firm tone returning as he pressed her further into the counter. He saw the discomfort on her paled features, but he wasn't going to relent unless she gave him the answer he wanted in the form he wanted it.
"Yes, Sir."
Almost instantly, he stepped back and his hand moved to rub her back in an attempt to soothe where the counter pressed against her back. She turned and leaned against the counter, not at all surprised when he continued to rub her back. Dean knew that Seth and Roman would be returning any moment now, but he needed to take care of his kitten. He had felt her once tense body relax under his touch and he liked the trust she had in him, so he continued. He knew Seth wouldn't find anything weird about this, but Roman was his concern. The Samoan was good for putting his nose where it didn't belong and Dean wasn't interested in getting berated by the Samoan for wanting to nail Seth's wife.
"Better, Kitten?" He asked quietly, smiling as a customer walked up to sign out.
"Much better. Thank you, Dean." Cassie spoke, hitting the different keys on the keyboard before wishing the customer a good day and turning back to face him. "Thank you, Sir."
"Better." He complimented just as Seth and Roman walked in. "Seth, this one needs tomorrow off to rest up, we've rescheduled my checkbook balancing for when she's healthy."
"Would you mind taking her home today? I've got an appointment with our web designer and I think she should go sooner than later." Seth requested, earning a loud sigh from Cassie.
"She's right here." She interjected, looking to Roman for support but the Samoan only raised his hands in defense.
"I think you should go in, too, babygirl."
"Then it's settled. Let's grab your shit, Cas." Dean stated, playfully lifting her small frame over his shoulder as if she were a sack of potatoes with ease, making Cassie huff as he carried her down the hall.
It only took ten minutes for him to get Cassie out of the gym and, once she was settled and buckled in the passenger's seat, he dropped the small gift bag on her lap before he started his car. She looked down at the bag in confusion, glancing back up at him briefly and then looking back down to the bag. She couldn't figure out what it was or if it was for her, and she knew he was watching her out of his peripheral vision.
"Can I open it?" She asked once they were out of the gym parking lot and he gave a single nod, smirking as he listened to the gentle rustling of her small hands in the bag. "What's this?"
"It's all for you, Kitten."
"Dean, I could never accept anything too expensive."
"Cas, I've got nobody else to buy shit for except for Roman's kid and he spoils her rotten already. You're my pet, my Kitten, and I wanted to get this stuff for you."
"But this is only temporary. Why-"
"Because we never know what the future holds for us. And I still want people knowing you're mine when you're out with me while we're having this affair." He explained, never giving her a chance to finish her sentence. She nodded her understanding, pulling out the necklace box and tentatively opening it.
"May I ask how much you spent on this particular item?" She asked, gingerly dragging her finger along the silver chain. There was a small cat charm hanging from the chain and she assumed that was because he called her Kitten.
"Less than I did on the other one." He stated, smirk never fading while she pouted up at him. "Suck that lip in or else I'll bite it."
"What's the other one?" Cassie asked, gently returning the necklace box to the bag while she waited for him to answer.
"Every pretty kitten needs a pretty collar."
Speechless at the notion that Dean had bought her an actual collar, Cassie could only nod as she tried to process that information. She didn't even know where she'd put all this stuff since she knew that she couldn't find it until she found a really good reason behind it and "I'm your best friend's sub" didn't seem like a good enough reason.
"Thank you, Sir." Cassie whispered as he parked in the driveway, looking up at Dean to see him smiling at her.
"You're welcome, Kitten." He spoke just as softly, opening his door which prompted her to do the same. "Seth'll flip if I don't make sure you're comfortably situated before I leave."
"I'd appreciate it if you would, Dean." She murmured as he walked her to the front door, feeling his eyes on her while she slipped the spare key from the fake rock beside their front porch. She held onto the fake rock as they came inside, ready for Dean to pounce on her when it was shut and locked. When that didn't come, she turned to him to voice her question but instead was pulled into a kiss. Rough, yet sweet, and very handsy was Dean Ambrose, conveying to her exactly how much she belonged to him.
"Upstairs and into pajamas. Hungry?"
"Uh, no thank you."
"You sure?" Dean asked as he started to follow her up the stairs. She paused, he assumed to properly think it through, and then started back up the stairs.
"Positive. I'm not hungry right now." She murmured, letting out a small yelp of surprise when he lifted her junto his arms to carry her to bed. Once she was settled he shamelessly went through the dressers to get pajamas that he would've liked to see her in, then tossed the shirt and underwear to her.
"Change. We'll try on your collar next." When she moved to slide off the bed, he snapped and pointed down to keep her on the bed. "In front of me, Kitten. Don't disappoint me, either."
Cassie nodded, sitting up on her knees and pulling her tshirt up slowly. Dean watched intently as the muscles in her body moved while she did so, smirking when she pulled it over her head and neatly folded the shirt before setting it to the side. She then sat back on her rear, trying to wiggle out of her pants without looking so childish. He looked to be amused by her antics from where he leaned against the dresser. A quiet grunt left her lips once she finally got her pants off and she neatly folded them before placing them atop her shirt.
"Nicely done. Now go ahead and get dressed."
"These are underwear, did you want me to-"
"Yes, Kitten. But get off the bed to change them so I can get a good look at that pussy."
She was a bit hesitant at first but one look at his face told her that he wasn't screwing around with her so she quickly complied, sliding off the bed and onto her feet. Dean gestured for her to turn around and she did, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and beginning to tug them down. Dean quietly requested that she go slowly, to which she complied until she felt his hand on her back and froze.
"You're doing fine, just bend over the bed for me. Arms at your sides and don't make a sound until I tell you that you can." He ordered and she nodded, quickly positioning herself like he said and allowing him to spread her legs. "Don't lay on the bed, because that's lazy. You're not lazy, are you, Kitten?"
"No, Sir." Cassie responded, adjusting so that she hovered just above the bed and letting her arms dangle at her sides.
"Good girl." Dean breathed, taking in the sight of her ready and waiting for further instruction. "I just want to take you to a club and show all those other schmucks how good of a girl you are for me."
Cassie was apprehensive about the idea, but if it was what Dean demanded then she'd have no choice. She had to admit that the thought any kind of exhibitionism was a huge turn on, but a sex club surrounded by people who could watch was a lot different than blowing Seth in a public bathroom on an airplane. But she didn't get much time to dwell on that thought because Dean had mercilessly shoved two fingers into her entrance, making her squeak in surprise. Her unwelcome sound earned her a hard smack on her left cheek, bringing on another yelp and accompanying smack.
"Hush." Dean scolded, slowing down his ministrations while massaging her reddened cheek. When he slowed to an eventual stop, he withdrew his fingers and wiped them on his shorts. "Step out of these so we can put the ones I want on. You can speak up now, Kitten."
"Why'd you stop?"
"Because you were a bad girl earlier, Kitten." He reasoned, holding the lacy red boyshorts open for her to step into before pulling them up her legs. "Bad girls don't get orgasms."
"Do I still get to see my collar?"
"I'll think about it. Put your shirt on while I go make you soup."
"You don't have to."
"I want to. I don't want you to worry about leaving bed until Seth comes home to take care of you. I can't hang all day, but I'm going to make sure you're comfortable before I go." Dean spoke softly, kissing her forehead while handing the shirt to her. She took it, ignoring the tingles she felt when her fingertips brushed his skin. Dean smiled before leaving the bedroom, leaving Cassie to pull on the softball shirt from her college days.
She sat on the bed, wondering if she was allowed to follow after him. He didn't say that she had to stay put and she felt weird just sitting in bed waiting for him to come back with soup she didn't want, so she decided that she would go downstairs. But she felt her stomach churn and knew that she'd be lucky to make it to the bathroom before vomiting up her lunch, which sparked her dash to the bathroom. Her knees hurt upon hitting the tile of the bathroom floor, but that pain was replaced in her mind when her body decided that it was time for her to start heaving.
Am I being punished? She asked herself while she heaved, one hand clutching her stomach while the other gripped the toilet seat. She heard footsteps running up the stairs and felt Dean pull her hair back while her rubbed her back.
"I told you that you weren't fine."
Fuck you, Ambrose. She thought, resting her head on the toilet seat to catch her breath.
"I'll take your collar home with me, but if Seth asks about the dress and underwear just tell him I picked them up from a store for you in the morning to surprise him for your anniversary next week."
"How did you know that-"
"How long have we been friends, Cas?" He asked with a smile, kissing her head right before her stomach churned again. But she was grateful to have Dean with her because being sick was terrifying to go through on her own. She may have had Dean comforting her, and she really liked it, but she really wanted to be cuddled up with Seth while he pet her head and played Dr. Rollins until she got better.
Raw last night was so great and so was SummerSlam. I was a bit wary about the cinderblocks and I know that if they weren't comfortable with the spot then they wouldn't have done it, but whenever stretchers get brought out it makes me uncomfortable.