A/N: Please note that rating of this story has been changed from T to M. I just couldn't find a way to write this chapter that was not M rated.
"That was really nice. Thank you, Dean," Alexa said when she finished the last of the room service meal he had ordered for them.
"Glad you liked it," he replied. A faster eater than her, he had been finished for some time. Somehow, he had managed to disguise his impatience while he had sat at the table with her. This was the moment he had been looking forward to all day, after his little shopping excursion with Lucy Thorne. "I made a little trip today, while you were at that meet and greet."
"A little trip?" Alexa inquired, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Yep, and I bought something for you. Actually, I bought a few things." Dean got up and walked over to the bed. Crouching down, he pulled out the large bag from the lingerie store which had stashed under there, out of sight until the right moment.
Alexa recognised the branding on the bag immediately. "You went to buy lingerie?" she asked rhetorically. Excited to see what he had chosen, she walked over to join him as he sat down on the bed.
Of the two sets he had to present, Dean chose to go with the more feminine and sensual option first. The fact that there was a presentation box for that particular set was an added bonus. He pulled the box out of the bag and handed it over.
"Look at this," Alexa breathed as she took it, sure that whatever was inside such a fancy box must have cost a small fortune. She opened it up and saw the fashionable pink, silky items inside. "Very nice," she said, taking out first the thong, then bra, not that it really was a bra as such.
"I've never seen anything quite like that before," Dean said when she held it up to her chest to see how it would look on her.
"Neither have I, but I like it. It's basically just a piece of silk, but it's very stylish in this bow shape at the front. The pink is perfect, since you wanted it to match my hair. It looks like it's the exact shade. I'll go try it on."
"I bought two sets," Dean said quickly before she got up. "I'm not sure what you'll make of the second one, but I took a risk on it. You did say you'd wear whatever I bought, if I bought something."
"So I did," she agreed. Although she wasn't shy about wearing something a little out of the ordinary for him, she still wondered what she might have let herself in for.
Dean took the neatly folded red PVC items out of the bag in one go and handed them over. To his great satisfaction, Alexa looked as though she liked what she was seeing as she unfolded them one by one to look at them. "What do you think?" he asked eagerly.
"I've never worn anything like this before, but I think it's kind of sexy. The material feels nice; very smooth. What is it?"
"It's PVC. You'll look like a real goddess in it, I promise." He knew that using her nicknames from WWE in an intimate manner was something she liked a lot.
In response, Alexa gave him one of those smiles that he adored so much. "And there are gloves to go with it," she said next, holding them up to look at them. "Really long ones, too. I like these."
"Me too," Dean assured her.
Alexa giggled. "I don't doubt that for a minute." She decided to tease him a bit, since he was blatantly more interested in seeing her in the PVC outfit than the silk one. "This one we can maybe try tomorrow night. Tonight we can have the pink stuff, since you like pink so much."
"Okay," he agreed, thinking that he had done an okay job of not sounding disappointed. After all, she was still going to look stunning in the pink attire.
"Put these back in the bag, please," she said after she had folded the PVC items up again. "I'll go and change for you now. Let's see if I could make a living as a model if wrestling doesn't work out."
"Oh, you definitely could," Dean said without a shadow of doubt in his voice.
"You say the nicest things to me, baby," Alexa said on her way to the bathroom with the presentation case in hand.
Dean packed the sadly unused outfit back into the bag and set it in the corner of the room. It was a real shame Alexa hadn't decided to wear that one tonight, but he was perceptive enough to figure out why. She wanted him to wait for that so that he would enjoy it even more. Right now it sucked, but in time the payoff would be worth it. He supposed he could make do with an insanely hot girl wearing some stunning pink lingerie for him as a second prize. There were definitely worse ways to spend an evening.
The minutes that dragged by while she was in the bathroom seemed to last forever. But eventually, the door creaked slowly open. Alexa stepped out into the room and stood in front of Dean, posing with her hands on her hips and a suggestive little bite of her bottom lip.
"Stunning," Dean said, feeling breath-taken at her beauty. She had even applied matching pink lip gloss while she had been in the bathroom. Without saying anything in reply, Alexa gave him even more of a show by turning around slowly, shaking her booty when it was facing him.
"My God you're beautiful," he said before getting up to go over to her.
Alexa pointed to the bed and sternly told him, "Stay where you are, mister."
The norm in their relationship, during sexual encounters at least, was for Dean to be the one in charge, often praising her for doing as he said. This time, it seemed, she had other ideas. While the going was this good, he decided to play along, and sat back down on the bed as instructed.
"Good," Alexa said, walking slowly over to him, taking off the silky garment to expose her pert little breasts as she did so. "I needed you to sit down so that I could do this." She sat on his lap, facing him, dropped the long piece of silk onto the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Now kiss me."
Part of Dean wanted to take the initiative and refuse to do what she told him, but he could contain himself no more. Taking her head in his hands, he kissed her with such force that it was almost aggressive. "Fuck, the things I want to do to you right now," he growled in between kisses.
"Well, tonight you're going to do as you're told," she said sternly, a frown on her face, riling him up even more. Damn, she was so good at saying the right thing, at the right time, in the right tone, with the right expression on her face. He had never been with a woman with quite such a talent for it. Unfortunately for her, he wasn't a man to be ordered around, no matter how good she was at it.
"I don't think so," Dean said. In a move so swift that she couldn't react to it, he rolled her off his lap and onto the bed, her head landing on one of the pillows. "Now I'm the one in charge," he said, looking down on her.
Despite the pretence she had momentarily put on, Alexa loved it when he was assertive with her like that. In fact, the more so the better, and that was often how it played out, since if she resisted him, it only fired him up more to have her do as she was told. It was all part of a game that they had both enjoyed almost from the start of the fiery relationship. For those reasons, she decided to resist him a bit more before bending to his will. "I don't think so," she said. "I'm going to be the one giving the orders out tonight." She tried to push him over so that she could mount him, but he held firm.
"You ain't ordering me to do anything," he said gruffly, starting to massage one of her breasts, while using his other hand to firmly push her back down onto the bed.
Alexa could tell how much her words were getting to him. It was driving him wild, and that it turn was doing the same to her. "You can't stop me," she said defiantly. They would prove to be rather poorly chosen words.
"Oh, really?" Dean asked, deciding that was a challenge had to rise to. Luckily for him, her silk top was lying on the bed right next to him, where she had dropped it a few moments earlier. He picked it up, stretched it out and rolled it nice and tight on its width. "I think this should stop you pretty well," he said as he wrapped the material around her neck and tied a secure knot at the back.
"Don't you dare!" Alexa warned, eyes widening, knowing what he was going to do.
"Sshhh." Dean lifted the rolled up silk over her chin, then placed it between her teeth; the knot pulling it tight against the corners of her mouth as soon as he let go. The material was so thick that she couldn't even close her mouth around it.
Just like that, Alexa found herself gagged; hardly able to move her mouth, and therefore, definitely unable to give out any more orders. "Mmmmphh," she protested, surprised herself at how muffled it sounded.
"Jesus, you look so sexy like that," Dean gasped. The pink silk, tied in between her glossy pink lips looked truly amazing. Then there was the wide-eyed look on her face. As always, she was playing her part perfectly. Her acting abilities were wasting on WWE's audience, he thought. "Are you okay?" he asked, just to make sure. Sex games were all well and good, but only if both parties felt comfortable and enjoyed them.
"Mmmmm." It was clearly a positive response.
"Good girl," he said with a satisfied smile. "Now, be quiet, and don't try and take the gag off. If you do, I'll have to tie your hands."
"Nmmph!" Alexa squealed, clearly not keen on that idea, as confirmed by the indignant expression that had appeared on her face.
"Sshhh," Dean encouraged once more. He began to massage both of her breasts before leaning over her and starting to lightly kiss the side of her neck.
Pleasurable sensations of all kinds coursed through Alexa's body, intensifying by the moment as his hands and lips worked their magic on her. Breathing wasn't particularly easy with the gag in her mouth, and neither was staying quiet, as she had been instructed to. Small, involuntary moans kept escaping her.
"You like that, don't you, Little Miss Bliss?" Dean asked, his voice thick with desire. He wanted to be doing a lot more than kissing her and fondling her tits, but the foreplay was necessary.
"Yes, keep going," Alexa tried to say, not that the attempt produced anything more than incomprehensible noises. The inability to speak was frustrating to an extent that she had rarely experienced before, and it only got worse when she felt drool begin to escape one corner of her mouth. She was powerless to stop even that without taking the silky material out of her mouth, but Dean had already told her what the consequences of that would be. As she had not experienced bondage before, she wasn't keen on getting into something like that without at least the chance to talk it over with her man first. So, she had to obey what he had told her. Needing to fight her instincts and keep her hands busy, she wrapped her arms around Dean's back and dug her nails into him.
Dean grunted as he took the pain, not minding it one bit. He recognised it as a sign of her enjoyment of what he was doing and the situation he had put her in. His next move was to slip a hand between her legs, pleased to discover how wet she already was. "You're ready for this, huh?" he asked before setting his fingers to work, wanting to tease her.
"Mmmpphhh!" she pleaded, looking longingly at him.
"Since you asked so nicely," Dean grinned. He entered her with two fingers and rubbed her clit with his thumb – his well-practiced technique. He was soon rewarded with more moaning sounds, increasing in volume and pitch the closer she came to her climax.
"There we go. Come for me, baby," he encouraged once he felt her body quivering under his touch. He had been looking into her eyes the whole time, enjoying the emotions he could see in them.
Alexa closed her eyes now, biting down hard and sinking her teeth into the silky material in her mouth as she reached her peak. She clenched some of the bedding in each of her fists, then felt herself come.
"Such a fucking goddess," Dean breathed when it was over, watching her trying to regain her breath; not an easy task. Her hair was a mess and a few beads of sweat had appeared on her brow. Dean wiped them away with his other hand. "You are the sexiest woman in the world, you know that?"
"Mmmm," Alexa responded, in the sweetest way she could manage.
"And do you know what I want to do now?"
"Fuck me," Alexa tried to say.
Dean loved that he had been able to work out those two intended words. "Oh yeah," he said. A moment later, he was straddling her, his rock hard length at her entrance. Looking down at her face, he knew that he would commit the sight to memory. She looked so beautiful, somewhat vulnerable, and yet at the same time she had nothing but desire for him in her eyes. No man could hope for more from his woman.
Gripping her hips, he lifted her slightly and slid between her folds with a groan of his own, loving how tight she felt around him. Still in a dominant mood, he began to pound away, enjoying the loud moans he got as a response. Ordinarily, he would have leaned down so that they could kiss while they fucked, but that wasn't possible on this occasion. Instead, he continued to revel in the look in her eyes. She was being dominated; she knew it, and she loved it.
The pace of this thrusts got quicker and quicker until he felt her climaxing for the second time, again with her head tilted back, straining against the gag. Only then did he grant himself his own release, unloading inside of her over the course of several final thrusts, accompanied by ecstatic grunts.
"Oh, God," he breathed, pulling out of her and crawling up the bed to lie beside her.
Now that it was over, Alexa really wanted to be free of the gag. Her jaw hurt and her chin was covered in drool. "Tmmk thmph mmmt," she pleased, gesturing with her eyes as a further hint as to what she wanted. She was still mindful of his instruction not to take it out herself.
"Okay, I'll take it off," Dean agreed, feeling a rush at how submissive she was; still obeying him after the sex. She lifted her head so that he could reach the knot behind her neck and he untied it. With that done, he had an easy job of removing the silk from between her teeth. It was soaked with her saliva.
Alexa sighed with relief and wiped her chin, now that she was sure it was safe to do so. "God damn, Dean. I didn't expect you to do that. It was so frustrating, not being able to talk!"
"Would you let me do it again?" he asked, having thoroughly enjoyed both the experience and the way she had looked.
"I don't think letting you came into it," she pointed out; another perfect response for him. "But yes, we can do it again. It was uncomfortable and made me feel strangely vulnerable, but at the same time, that made the sex a different experience, and I liked it."
"If there was ever a perfect girl out there, I found her," Dean, kissing her sloppily on the lips.
"And I found my dream man," she purred. "I couldn't be happier, baby."
Dean flopped over onto his back, sharing the pillow with her. "Neither could I, darlin'. Neither could I."
A/N: Thanks, as always, to everyone who reviewed the previous chapter. You guys are awesome.
I hope you all liked this chapter? Let me know your thoughts please, as smut isn't something I write very often.