Dean rolled out of the ring and walked towards some of the screaming fans as his music played. He signed a couple of autographs, gave a couple of hugs and smiled for a couple of selfies. All in all it had been a good match which he had won and he was having a good day in general and was ready to give a little something back to the fans that had come to see him.
As he was smiling into phone no 3, he noticed a woman standing behind him and whoever was currently taking a selfie. He turned around to take a better look at her. Long red hair with pink stripes and kind of a punk vibe to her without going overboard. He smiled at her and waved her forward, seeing she too stood with her phone in her hand. He grabbed it and held it up so he could take a selfie of them together. Then he handed it back to her and finally made his way out of there so the next match could take place.
"Did you see that redhead at the end?" He asked the first security guy he came across.
"I saw her," the man answered.
"Don't lose sight of her. Bring her around to the back door after the show," Dean said.
Then he went to go shower and get changed. He couldn't meet her all sweaty and stinky although he would be just like that again later on if everything went according to what he had in mind.
He waited by the back door as the show ended. Around 15 minutes later the security guy came walking with the redhead. He immitiately smiled as he saw her. Her hips were swaying as she walked towards him and he held his breath for a few seconds until she was in front of him.
"Thank you, that'll be all," he said, hinting to the security guy to go away again.
As soon as the man was out of sight, he looked at her again.
"Hi, I'm Dean," he said.
"I know who you are," she said.
"Of course you do. Silly me. Who are you?" He asked.
"I'm Karla," she answered.
"Karla," he repeated, cementing her name into his brain.
She tilted her head and looked at him as he somehow seemed a bit lost just standing there and looking at her.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you're very pretty. You got me lost for words," he said.
"I'll be damned. Dean Ambrose lost for words. I didn't think that could happen," she chuckled.
"It usually doesn't so don't go tell anyone," he said and winked.
She kept the smile on her face, waiting for him to go on, to just say anything at all but he went quiet again.
"Why am I here?" She finally asked.
"Right, straight to business. You're here because I'd like to take you back to my hotel room," he flat out admitted.
She laughed. Not a warm or cold laugh, more a nervous laugh like she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"I think you got me confused with a ring rat," she said.
"No, quite the opposite actually. I don't bring ring rats back with me. I leave them at the arenas once they're done sucking me off," he said.
"Charming," she said, the smile disappearing from her face.
He knew he had messed up but he really didn't see any reason to apologize. What he did with other women wasn't important. She was important, what he wanted with her was important, getting her back on his good side was important.
He took her hand and met her eyes again.
"Listen, I'm being sincere here. I wanna take you back with me and give you a night to remember. I know you're not a ring rat and I won't treat you like one," he said.
"How will you treat me then?" She asked.
He smiled. He had her back on track where he wanted her. He leaned in and wrapped his arms around her, gently caressing her back as he put his mouth to her ear.
"I'll treat you so good that you'll be begging for more," he said in a hoarse voice.
"I don't beg," she challenged.
"Oh, you will. That's a promise," he said cockily.
He pulled back out and looked at her. The grin on her face was not to be mistaken. She accepted without a word. He grinned back at her, took her hand and led her to his car.
They had barely made it inside his room before he grabbed her wrist, pulled her towards him and attacked her mouth. He kicked the door shut behind him and kicked of his shoes as he continued kissing her while walking her backwards towards the bed. He pushed her down on the bed, unzipped her boots and yanked them off her.
"Get out of that!" He commanded and pointed at her black top with pink skulls on it.
She started pulling it off while he started opening her black, knee long denim shorts. The top went flying and so did the shorts, leaving her in a set of blood red underwear.
"Fucking sexy," he muttered before he grabbed the thong and pulled it off her as well.
He couldn't bother with the bra right now, not when she laid there half naked on his bed ready for the taking. He dove down between her legs without warning, pushed two fingers inside her as his tongue went to work and the nails on his other hand ran up her thigh, leaving four long red marks. She bucked her hips and tugged on his hair.
"Fuck! Shit! Damn! Dean, god damn it!" She screamed out as she came.
He had a hard time keeping the laughter within but he managed. It wasn't until her moaning died down, he looked up at her with a grin on his face.
"Such a foul mouth," he chuckled.
He sat up on his knees and pulled his shirt off. He got out of bed to get out of his jeans and boxers and she used the time to take off her bra. He smiled at the sight of her breasts. Just as sexy as the rest of her.
He was fast between her legs, kissing her again as he slowly pushed his dick inside her. He thrust in slow a couple of times just to get started. As he leaned his head back out and looked down at her, he knew he would have her begging. It wasn't a question of if, it was a question of when.
She looked into his eyes and he wondered if he should warn her about holding on tight. He twisted a smile at her, grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. He went berserk, thrusting in as hard, fast and wild as he could while he held her down. His teeth was all over over her lips, jaw, neck, shoulders and chest as he continued to bite her while he went complete caveman on her.
She screamed and cried. He paid attention to every sound she made and he was pleased to hear they were sounds of pleasure so he continued, thrusting in harder, biting down harder, everything harder and harder until he couldn't go any harder and he felt how she started to tighten around him while she kept screaming, crying and moaning. And then he stopped.
"What the fuck?" She blurted out.
He moved painfully slow, only allowed the head of his dick to go in and out of her. He knew he couldn't continue this for long but she didn't know that so he put on a pokerface, not revealing that this was tormenting him as much as her.
"Dean!" She said and tried pushing her crotch up against him.
"Beg!" He said in a dark voice.
"I don't beg," she hissed.
"I guess we're done here then," he said and stopped moving all together.
"No!" She cried out.
He grinned and leaned down to lick her up her neck.
"Beg!" He growled lowly in her ear.
"Fuck you!" She said before swallowing her pride and raising her voice. "God damn it, Dean, will you please just fuck me to pieces?"
That he would. He slammed forcefully into her again, continuing with the violent force he had stopped moments before, biting down on her again, bringing her more pain and more pleasure than she had had in ages. She started tightening again and he fucked her as hard as he could, waiting for her to fall over the edge.
She clenched her fist, not able to move them since he still held them down, and then she screamed out even louder as she came. Her voice drowned out in his name and every swearword in the book and he took it all in as he continued to slam into her as hard as he could, his teeth stuck in her collarbone all through her orgasm.
"Fuck! Karla!" He growled as he followed her over the edge merely seconds after.
He collapsed on her, still holding her wrists down, as he tried getting his breathing under control. He finally raised his head and looked at her.
"God, you're beautiful lying there all wasted and defeated," he said and smirked.
"Fuck you," she said but she couldn't keep the smile from her face.
He let go off her and rolled down on his back next to her. She rolled over on her side, pushed herself up on her elbow and rested her head on her hand.
"You want me to leave?" She asked.
He turned his head and looked at her.
"You don't have to," he answered.
He couldn't understand his answer. Normally he wouldn't want anyone to stay over night. Her eyes went down on the sheets and he could see she was thinking about something.
"What's on your mind?" He asked.
"Just wondering if you're one of the men who can go twice in a row," she said and blushed.
He chuckled and reached over to grab her chin, forcing her to look at him again.
"I can go many times in a row, sweetheart, but it doesn't come for free," he said.
She swallowed her pride for the second time that night.
"Please..." She whispered.
