Disclaimer: Maria owns Anabelle.
Co-written with wolfbrose. Thanks Maria for all the help! You're the best!
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After being escorted back to the room, she had realized that she was in need of a shower. Annabelle walked into her luxurious bathroom and smiled to herself, she could get used to this. Slipping off her dress and shoes, she found a cabinet filled with different bath washes. She picked one out and was heading for the tub when she heard a knock on her door.
Groaning over the fact that she won't be able to take a shower yet, she found a short black silk robe and chuckled as she had a feeling this would be exactly what they would give her. Quickly throwing it on and tying the belt, she rushed to the door. She immediately thought it was Hunter forgetting to tell her something else.
Turning the knob, she said: "What did you forget Hu-" Stopping mid sentence her eyes went wide and her mouth dry. "Baron." His eyes trailed down from her head to her toes. "Are you allowed up here?"
He chuckled and leaned against the doorframe. "If the girl is my regular, then yes. I can be here at any time."
Holy shit, Hunter and the Doc let him.
"Your regular, huh? Then I should be letting you in." Annabelle stepped out of his way, giving him room to enter.
Baron pushed himself off the doorframe and came in and let out a whistle. Looking around her room, he caught sight of the bathroom and took a peek inside. "Was I interrupting you?"
"It can wait." Annabelle didn't take her eyes off of him as he walked to her bed and sat on the edge. "How did you convince the couple to get me?" She paused for a moment and thought about it. "Actually, I'm not sure if I'd want to know."
"I only bid much higher than the others."
"Is that all it takes and I'm yours?" She asked, sitting down next to him.
He chuckled and slid his finger from her shin to her thigh causing her to shiver. "I'm yours." He repeated her last words. "I already love the sound of that." His last words hung in the air until he broke the silence again. "You should go and have that bath."
Snapping out of her trance she found her voice. "You don't have to go, it can wait."
"Whoever said I was leaving?" Baron lifted himself off the bed and walked to the bathroom turning on the water.
"Let me do that, after all it's my bathroom."
He stopped her before she did anything else. "No, right now." He began untying her robe. "It's about you." He took off his blazer and rolled up his sleeves, testing the water, mixed in the bubbles and dried his hand off turning his attention back to Annabelle. Sliding her robe off her shoulders, he took in her beauty and let out a heavy breath. "You are beautiful."
"T-thank you."
Baron circled around her, drinking in the sight of her completely naked. He stood behind her, moving her hair off her shoulder, kissing her shoulder and neck, she let out a soft moan as his lips drifted over her.
"The water should be perfect." He said pulling away. Annabelle's eyes fluttered open and she nodded. She dipped her toe in the water and smiled, she stepped in and sunk into the hot water, something she had missed while she was back with…Dean. She had to stop thinking about him while this man was in front of her.
Baron kneeled down next to the tub. He reached over her and grabbed the loofa that was at the edge of the tub and dunked it in the water and began running it from her shoulders and stopped between her breasts. He smirked at her and began running the loofa lower and stopped right above her mound, he let it go and slid his fingers in between her, making her gasp. He slowly began rubbing her clit. Looking at him in the eyes she smiled lazily as she began squirming and held each side of the tub. Baron quickened his pace, Annabelle arched her back and moaned. She couldn't hide her noises with this man. She bit her lip and smiled at the thought that he could make her feel so good, so fast.
He slipped a finger inside her pussy, causing her to jump a bit, splashing water out the tub. Her moans grew louder. She didn't care if anyone could hear her. Baron wanted to make sure he got her where he wanted her. Sliding in and out of her, he placed another finger in. Annabelle let go of the tub and immediately grabbed his arm and placed her hand over his. She knew she had probably wet his clothing, but she didn't care.
"Ohhh shit." She moaned out loud. "Ahh, fuck."
Letting go of him, she sank back into the tub, almost slithering away from him, but that didn't cause him to stop. He went faster. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. Annabelle was starting to feel what she was waiting for that Dean wasn't giving her. Feeling herself getting closer to coming, she tried to swarm away, but Baron wrapped his arm around her and held her tight until she came. Annabelle moaned loudly scaring herself as she came, her body going limp and slightly shaking.
His eyes narrowed to slits as he watched Baron enter Anabelle's room. He shouldn't have been going in there. Nobody was allowed to be touching his Anabelle. Cracking his knuckles and tilting his head to the side, Dean walked towards her room, intending on breaking in and taking her out of there.
Inhaling deeply, he lifted his foot up and brought his knee up to his chest and prepared himself to kick the door in. However, he stopped short when he heard the sounds coming from the other side of the door. His foot instantly went down to floor and he walked to the door and pressed his ear up against it and just about lost it. The sounds coming from her were none that he had heard from her before. She was enjoying herself. She actually liked this guy. Dean wasn't stupid. He had spent enough time with her to know when she was faking and when she wasn't. At that very moment she wasn't.
Swallowing hard, he moved away from the door and just shook his head. There was a way to handle this and he knew just what to do. Glancing in the direction of the room, he nodded. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was going to do.
Dean could only hope it worked.
She began giggling. "I'm sorry about your clothes."
"Those are the last thing going through my mind right now, Annabelle." He removed his hand from her and grabbed a handful of her ass.
Moaning softly again, she smiled.
"Well, there was no point in that bath if I was gonna get dirty."
Baron laughed, sliding his hand on her soaked back. "We can dry you off and moved this to the bed."
"Mmm, I like that idea." She said, putting her hand in his and leading him to the bed.
She stopped in front of him and smirked up at him. "There are a few things in the way." Anabelle whispered, working on unbuttoning his blazer. "I think we need to get rid of them."
Baron smiled down at her as she unbuttoned his shirt and then pushed the sleeves down his arms. His smile turned to a smirk when her breath hitched in her throat upon seeing his tattoos. Baron shivered slightly when her fingertips lightly traced the piece on his chest.
"Wow." She murmured, and then looked up at him.
"Like?" He teased.
At a loss for words, Anabelle just nodded and then refocused on getting him undressed. Her hands dropped down to his dress pants and she quickly worked them off. She pushed them down his legs and he stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Before she could even start, he had his briefs off within moments and tossed them somewhere across the room. There he stood before her in all his glory and Anabelle was suddenly struck stupid.
Coming to her senses, Anabelle lowered herself to her knees and took his cock in her hand. Keeping her eyes on it, she slowly stroked it and then looked up at him, a look of innocence on her face. Biting down on her lower lip, Anabelle continued with the motions before finally taking his cock in her mouth.
Baron grabbed a handful of hair in his hand and pushed her head further down his cock. He placed as much pressure on the back of her head as he could to keep her in place. Only when he heard gagging noises and felt her nails digging into his thighs did he loosen his grip on her.
Anabelle pulled him out of her mouth and gasped for air. Looking up at him again, she glared at him and then went back to what she was doing. He wanted to play? Fine. They would play.
Her hand wrapped around his cock again and she slowly brought it to her mouth. Without taking her eyes of him, she gently worked her hand down his cock while her lips slowly worked down his length. She repeated her motions and only pulled his cock out of her mouth when she felt he was enjoying himself too much.
"Ahh, fuck, Anabelle." Baron groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair again. "Don't stop."
He tried to force his way down her throat again only to have her slap his hands away. She looked up at him and nearly smiled when she caught the expression of pleasure on his face.
"Don't stop what?" She whispered, her hand quickly jerking him now. "Sucking your cock?"
"Uhh yeah." Baron moaned.
"If I do?" Anabelle wondered, her hand slowly jerking his cock. "Then what?"
Baron's eyes slipped shut as his body shivered with each stroke. She was driving him up the wall and it both turned him on and frustrated the fuck out of him. Part of him wanted to knock her to the floor, while the other part of him just wanted him to let her continue.
"Well?" She smirked, abruptly stopping her movements.
He dropped his head down and took in a deep breath. Slowly, but shakily, he released his breath and then slowly opened his eyes. Locking his eyes with hers, he shook his head.
"Shouldn't have done that." Baron growled. He pulled her up to her feet and roughly pulled her to him. "You're a beautiful girl with who knows her way around a dick, but don't you ever tease me like that."
Where Anabelle should have been afraid of his sudden change in attitude, she was all the more turned on by him. His breath beat against her face and his hold on her arms tightened. Where she should have cowered in fear Anabelle found herself smirking up at him. His dick pressing against her was enough indication that he liked what she was doing.
"Yeah, tough guy?" Anabelle whispered. "What are you going to do?"
He shoved her down onto the bed. Hovering above Anabelle, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Moving between her legs, he remained in place as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Baron leaned his head down towards hers, his lips inches from hers; "Fuck you." He whispered.
Anabelle smirked and narrowed her eyes to slits. "Yeah?" She slightly moaned, purposely grinding against him. "I want you to do it. Fuck me, Baron. Fuck me like this is the only time you're ever going to fuck-"
He roughly pushed inside of her. His movements began to quicken as she urged for him to keep fucking her. Anabelle struggled against his grip on her wrists as she writhed underneath him.
"Scream for me." He growled.
"Ahh, fuck, oh god." She moaned. "P-p-please, don't stop."
Baron halted his movements. He let go of her wrists and then sat up. He pulled her onto his lap, his cock moving directly into her pussy. He tightly held her by her hips and locked eyes with hers, and roughly started pumping in and out of her.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, as a way to steady herself. She dug her fingernails into his back and started to ride him harder. Leaning in towards him, Anabelle attached her lips to his jawline and started kissing down neck. Once she reached his chest, she stopped moving and pushed him back onto the mattress. Her lips slowly trailed across his chest tattoo.
"Stop teasing me, baby." He groaned, grabbing her by her hair and pulling her face to his. Baron roughly pushed his lips against hers, sitting up in the process. Without pulling his lips away from hers, he laid her down onto the bed. "You're going to regret teasing me."
Baron trailed his lips against her skin, starting down the base of her thought and moving down to her chest. His mouth worked on her breasts, his fingers teasing one nipple while his mouth worked the other. When she moaned for more, he stopped what he was doing and smirked up at her and then flicked his tongue against her nipple.
Anabelle felt herself growing hotter. Baron's touching and not touching her was beginning to drive her up the wall. All she wanted to do was feel every inch of the man against her body or inside her. He had set her off in a way that not many other men had, with the exception of one who was going to remain nameless.
"You deserve this." He justified his actions.
Moving away from her breasts, he ventured further down her body. He hooked his arms underneath her legs and pulled her closer to him. Baron glanced at her before smirking up at her and then disappearing between her legs.
Anabelle's fists twisted in the white sheets and closed her eyes. She bit down on her lip and and moved her body against his tongue. Each flick of his tongue sent a jolt of of pleasure through her body. She couldn't help but attempt to jerk away from him, only for Baron to pull her back to him and tighten his hold around her thighs.
"Ahh, Baron." She moaned.
He flicked his tongue against her clit in slow agonizing motions. Her voice came out breathy and low as she pleaded for him to quit teasing her.
Baron pulled away from her and slithered up her body. His arms were resting on either side of her, his arms supporting his weight. With a smirk on his face, he lowered his face to hers, his nose pressing to Anabelle's nose.
"Mmm, don't like being teased, do you?"
Anabelle's hands untwisted from the sheets and moved up to rest on his chest. Her fingernails lightly scratching at his bare chest. She looked up at him, nibbling on her lower lip. Leaving one hand on his chest, she brought her other hand up to the back of Baron's head, tangling her hands in his hair.
"Enough playing." She whispered, not taking her eyes off him. "Fuck me."
Baron couldn't take it anymore. He slammed his cock into her pussy, ruthlessly moving in and out of her. She moaned out loud for him to go harder. Her fingernails scraped down his back.
"Good, ahh fuck, enough?" Baron groaned.
Anabelle's eyes slipped shut, her teeth sinking into her lower lip while she nodded her head. She rocked her body against his, her body trembling with each thrust.
"Open. Your. Eyes." He growled between each thrust. Baron's head lowered down to hers so that she can look directly into his. "Do. It."
Her eyelids fluttered open, instantly locking with his. Her body began to shake as she came undone underneath him. Her back arched off the back and she released a loud moan. She dropped back onto the bed while she let her release flow through her body.
Baron gritted his teeth together as he slowed down his pace and released himself inside her. One more guttural moan came from him as he collapsed onto her. He pressed his lips to hers and then rolled off Anabelle.
Anabelle moved into his side and rested her head on his chest. She listened to the heavy beating of his heart and smiled to herself. She felt happy to know that she made his heart race as he did hers. At least she had something to look forward to and to find comfort in. With Baron around, maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
"Anabelle." He finally said, wrapping an arm around her. "My Anabelle."
"Everything you wanted?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Even more." Baron smiled down at her. "I don't want to leave."
"Then don't." Anabelle replied. She pulled away from his side and climbed into his lap so that she was straddling him. Her head lowered down to his, her lips inches away from his. "Stay with me. Let's get to know each other better."
"Hey, Ryback." He said, walking into the downstairs security office. "I got a proposition for you."
Ryback looked up from his magazine and stared at Dean, suddenly realizing that he wasn't alone anymore. He stared at Dean, clearly uninterested with the fact that he was even there.
"Shouldn't you be watching the girls, not ogling tits in a Victoria's Secret catalog?" He asked, a little annoyed. "Your job as security is to watch the girls."
"They're fine." Ryback grunted, then started flipping through his magazine again. "I'm not much help to them when they're choking on dicks."
Dean rolled his eyes and then snatched the magazine out of Ryback's hands. Throwing it over his shoulder, he laid both of his hands on the wooden desk and leveled his eyes with Ryback's. The larger guy had always annoyed the crap out of him, he still did. He always figured him to be of no use and now he had a purpose.
"I need your help with Anabelle." Dean whispered. "She's being a problem."
Where he should have asked questions, Ryback just shrugged. "I know exactly what to do."
"Do what has to be done." Dean ordered, then started out.
Anabelle slipped her robe back on, staring at Baron dressing himself again. She couldn't help but smile, she walked towards him and stood in front of him, pushing his hands away and buttoned up his shirt.
"So am I well worth what you paid for?"
He chuckled and shook his head, he cupped Anabelle's face and placed a soft his against her lips. "Completely." Anabelle finished buttoning his shirt and fetched his tie. It took him by surprise with how she knew how to tie a tie without stumbling. "You sure know your stuff."
"Spent all my life in Catholic schools where ties are required with the uniform. I can do this with my eyes shut."
He smiled and then his phone went off. Baron let out a groan and looked at the screen.
"Of course he would call now."
"Is every thing okay?"
"Just business. I guess that's my cue to go. I'll be seeing you soon, Anabelle."
Anabelle grabbed his tie and pulled him down to her level, kissing him then pulled away. "Don't make me wait too long." She said as she walked away from him. She grabbed his blazer and headed towards the door as he followed behind. She opened the door and handed him his jacket. As he was leaving her room, she saw him bump into someone, and heard him quickly apologizing. He moved out of sight revealing who he had bumped into.
Anabelle's heart dropped to her stomach. Baron waved goodbye and walked off. She couldn't believe Dean was outside her door. She smirked, he must have heard everything.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
He gave her a pretend look of hurt. "Is that anyway to speak to me? The best fuck you've ever had."
"You've got to be kidding me?" She was angry but she wasn't going to let it show. "You know what, I had an amazing time. I'm not going to let you ruin it. So if you'll excuse me." Anabelle went to shut the door in his face but was stopped by his boot. She shut her eyes tightly. "Please, I don't want to deal with this. Move your foot."
Dean pushed the door open making her stumble back. He looked around to see if it was clear, he entered the room, shutting and locking it behind him. Anabelle stood across from him with her arms crossed over her chest. He felt his pants constricting seeing her in just a robe.
"What the hell do you want, Dean?"
"That guy, huh?"
She didn't understand what he was getting at.
"Such a marvelous choice." He said with sarcasm dripping off every word.
A light bulb lit up for Anabelle. She started laughing, which made him angry.
"What the fuck are you laughing at?"
"Oh my god, you're jealous. The Dean Ambrose is jealous. I'm not even sure why you would be. You've avoided me since I left the warehouse. Never saw me once when I wanted to fuck you the most, but now that someone knows how to touch me..." She stood in front of him and stood on her tip toes to his height with her lips ghosting over his. "And fuck me like I wanted you to." She felt him lean in and immediately went flat to her feet and patted his chest. "Only better."
She giggled as she walked away from him, she knew Dean was seething at this point. "Leave, Dean."
He walked up behind her and whirled her around to face him. His hands went up to her shoulders, tightly gripping them. He roughly pulled her to him and then leveled his face with hers. It was taking every bit of restraint he had not to knock her on her ass. He pushed his face into hers, his breath beating against her face.
"I don't care where you go or who you fuck." He growled. "You will always be mine. I'm the first guy from here to fuck you and make you mine. You can stand there and pretend all you want that you enjoyed that jackass that just left, but he will never be me. I will always be on your mind. I set the bar for all these guys. None of them will ever be able to fuck you the way I can."
Anabelle only smirked. "Of course, they won't. They'll actually touch me."
Dean pushed her away from him. With his fists clenched at his sides, he breathed in and out heavily. She was really getting under his skin. It wasn't supposed to be going this way. She was supposed to be happy to see him. He should have had her on the bed, reminding her what a good fucking really was. One day in the main house, with just one client, wasn't enough for her to know what she liked. But he knew and he was going to do everything in his power to make her understand it.
"Leave, Dean. I don't care to see you anymore." She said, playing with the belt on her robe. "Go find some other girl to bother."
Now it was Dean's turn to smirk. With every step he took towards Anabelle, she took one step back until she collided with the wall. Bracing his palm against the wall, Dean pushed himself against her. His hands went to the belt on her robe and started playing with the material.
"I'm rather enjoying bothering you."
Anabelle tried to push him away from her, but he hardly moved. He instead remained in place, his lips frozen in a smirk and a cold look in his eyes. She bit down on her lip to keep it from trembling. She hadn't been this scared since she had been kidnapped and brought to the warehouse.
Dean buried his face in the crook of her neck. "You're addicting. I need you."
The brunette's eyes slipped shut. Her heart started to thump against her chest when she heard his zipper go down.
"Dean, just leave." She tried pushing him again. "Don't do this to me."
It was as if he hadn't heard her. He instead took hold of her and started to drag her over to the messy bed. He was going to prove to her that he was better than that tattooed idiot.
"Dean, I don't want to do this." Anabelle pulled her wrists out of his grip. "Stop it! I told you no!"
Dean stared at her disbelievingly. He couldn't believe that the woman standing before him was the same woman he had broken down to nothing. From what Roman and Seth had told him, she had been cooperative with them. He was having a hard time wrapping his around how controlled she was.
"Get out." She pointed towards the door. "You had your chance and you missed it. I'm not under your control anymore."
He laughed and then nodded his head. He walked over to Anabelle again and pulled her towards him. He pressed his forehead to hers. "This isn't over, sweetheart." He whispered, then let her go. "I'll be seeing you."
Anabelle stood in place, rubbing her wrists where he had held her. She watched as he walked over to the door and let himself out. He turned and blew her kiss and was gone faster than he had appeared, leaving a cold chill in Anabelle's heart.
A/N: Dean's got something up his sleeve.
