After getting back to their hotel room, Dean and Alexa had started discussing their plans for the next few days. With the post-Wrestlemania Raw now out of the way, everyone on the roster had the rest of the week off to recover from the most frantic few days of the year.
Rest wasn't likely to feature highly on Dean or Alexa's agenda, though. They had made plans to go to her apartment in Florida and start packing her things, ready for her to move into his house in Vegas. It had been decided that she would move all of her clothes and her most personal possessions across the country, but she hadn't reached a decision yet on whether to leave her furniture in the apartment and rent the place out, or if she should sell the furniture and put the apartment on the market.
"I suppose I should get a real estate agent to give me some advice on what I might be able to get for rent, or what I might get if I sold up," she said. She was standing in front of the hotel room's mirror, arranging her makeup products ready for the morning. It would be one less job to do when she got up. "I certainly wouldn't want to sell at a loss," she added.
"Yeah, property prices have gone down in a lot of areas these past couple of years," Dean agreed. He was sitting on the bed, leaning down to rummage through a case that was open on the floor. Luckily for him, since it was Alexa's case he was going through, she couldn't see him in the mirror. He was looking for something specific, knowing that it was in there somewhere.
"That's what I was thinking. There's no sense in making a loss on such a nice little apartment. I might as well keep it and make money from rent, then maybe I can sell in the future when the market recovers."
Getting up off the bed, Dean walked around to her. "I like it when you talk like a businesswoman. Maybe you could have a new character as the General Manager in the future?" He came and stood right behind her, and she instinctively nestled against him a little.
"You like that, huh?" she purred, looking at him in the mirror rather than turning to face him.
"I do. But you know what I don't like?"
"What, baby?" Alexa asked, unsure where this was heading.
"My girl going round telling people I'm a big softy."
Unclear if he was serious at this point, Alexa decided to defend herself. "I only said that to Clementine so she would feel more at ease with you."
"Is that a fact? Well, either way, I think I need prove I'm not a softy, and at the same time, there really should be a punishment for saying that kind of thing."
"What do you mean?" Alexa asked, but even as she said it she saw the answer. From behind his back, Dean had produced the silky pink bra. She knew right away what he was going to do with it, especially since it had been rolled up on its width.
Stretching the silky material out, Dean reached over her head with it, holding it near to her mouth. "Open up," he instructed her.
Alexa knew that she could opt out of the sex game before it got started by refusing him right then and there, and that he probably wouldn't mind. After all, he wouldn't want her to be uncomfortable with something they were doing. But, the truth was that she didn't feel particularly uncomfortable about the prospect of having a gag in her mouth. The vulnerability it had caused her to feel the previous time he had gotten her in that situation had been curiously enjoyable. For that reason, she simply obeyed him and opened her mouth.
"Good girl," Dean said, happy that she was up for what he wanted to do. A bit of kinky sex from time to time was a lot of fun. Her Goddess persona came to mind. She had loved being in charge that night. Well, now it was his turn again. He placed the silky gag in her mouth, liking the way it filled it to the extent that she couldn't even close her glossy pink lips around it.
"Mmmph," Alexa groaned as he lifted her hair out of the way and secured a tight knot behind her neck. The strange rush she felt notwithstanding, the gag was not particularly comfortable. Tied as tightly as it was, it pulled against the corners of her mouth. Looking at herself in the mirror, she realised just how well stuffed her mouth was by the material. It was no wonder she could hardly make a legible sound.
Still standing pressed against her, Dean rested his head on her right shoulder for a moment so that they shared the same eyeline into the mirror. The sight already had him hardening nicely. There was just something about the way she looked with a gag between those beautiful lips that he found incredibly hot. "Doesn't that look beautiful?" he asked her softly.
"Mmm," she mumbled, looking into his eyes in the mirror. Trying to play along, she wanted to look submissive for him.
"Of course it does," he said with a smile, taking her muffled noise as a positive response.
"Now," he said quietly into her ear. "I want to tie your wrists, but if you're not comfortable with that, I won't."
"Okay," Alexa tried to say. She trusted him, and figured being bound might enhance the experience for both of them. If she wasn't comfortable after he had done it, she felt sure she would manage to get the message across. Gladly, she soon found that he had the same thing in mind.
"You need to nod or shake your head, darlin'," he pointed out. When she nodded her agreement, he went on. "We need to come up with a safe word before we go any further."
"Hmmm?" Alexa asked. A safe word was not going to work for very obvious reasons.
"Maybe a safe word isn't the best description, but you know what I mean. If you're not comfortable or you want me to untie you, you need to be able to let me know. How about this: instead of a safe word, just start wriggling around like crazy and making a bunch of noise."
"Mmmkmm," Alexa agreed. Even before the fun started, she was biting down on the gag, trying to get it to feel a bit more comfortable in her mouth.
What she was doing didn't go unnoticed by Dean. Far from being sympathetic, he found it attractive that he had her so well silenced. Then he considered that there was something else that needed to happen before he could tie her wrists. "This top needs to come off," he said, looking at the black Twisted Thorne shirt she had slipped into for the journey back to the hotel.
Alexa decided it would be more submissive to let him undress her, so she just raised her arms to make it easier for him and gave a consensual little moan into the silk.
"Very good girl," he said approvingly. She was sure doing a good job of turning him on with the way she was acting.
After he removed her shirt and tossed it aside onto the bed, Alexa was left standing there in her black bra. "Mmmm?" she asked with raised eyebrows, still making eye contact in the mirror, obviously wanting to know if he wanted the bra to come off also.
"You look sexy with it on, but better with it off," Dean said, working on unfastening it. In moments, it was also removed and tossed onto the bed on top of her shirt, leaving her pert little breasts exposed.
Alexa felt a little shy, looking at herself in a state of undress with a gag tied in her mouth. She supposed it was because she knew how much her man liked the image himself. She noticed her cheeks reddening a little above the pink material.
Dean noticed it too, finding it to be one of the cutest things he had ever seen. Her body was certainly nothing to blush about, that was for damn sure. A girl didn't have to have big tits to look stunning. For him, Alexa's were perfect. Leaning down, he brushed her neck with his lips in the gentlest kiss he could manage. "Don't blush, Little Miss Bliss. You look stunning. Words could never do you justice."
"Mmph," she gasped, tingling at his touch. She wished she could tell him to do that some more, but of course it was not possible. But then, at the same time, the frustration of being unable to talk was key to the experience.
"Stay there, darlin'. Don't move," Dean said gently. "I need to get something for your wrists."
When he moved away, Alexa immediately missed the feeling of him pressed up against her. Not wanting to defy him in even a small way, she stood in place, trying to see in the mirror what he was doing. She could hear him rummaging through a case, but his body blocked her sight of what he was doing. Her eyes returned to the gag. She watched herself try and work it further into her mouth so that she could try and close it, thinking that might give her a bit less discomfort. Unfortunately, the silk was too thick and wide for her to do anything with it.
"Gmmmph," she groaned in frustration, feeling saliva starting to collect in her mouth. Swallowing properly was impossible with something like this in her mouth; she had learned that the first time, when she had ended up drooling everywhere. That was no doubt going to happen again, and she would be powerless to do anything about it.
"Hey, sshhh," Dean said reproachfully as he walked back over to her. She recognised the object in his hand. It was the tie he had worn when they had attended the Hall of Fame ceremony a few days earlier. "Hands behind your back," he instructed.
Alexa put her wrists together behind her back. Happily, since she was so flexible, it didn't give her much pain in her shoulders. Feeling the tie being wound around and between her wrists a couple of times, her breathing got a little heavier. Her mouth being stuffed with silk was only part of the reason. The increased sense of helplessness had her heart racing, in a good way. Although she had never experienced something like this before, she trusted Dean to take care of her, and to make sure she enjoyed it as much as he did.
Happy with his handiwork, Dean tied a knot in the tie, making sure to do it tight enough that it wouldn't come free, but not tight enough to hurt her. Causing her pain was not part of the deal. With the way he had wound the tie around her wrists, he could see no way she would be able to wriggle her hands out of it. "You okay?" he asked, raising his eyes to meet hers in the mirror.
"Mmm hmm," she acknowledged.
Since he had seen her struggling with the gag, Dean decided to check if it was secure. "Still nice and tight?" he asked as he tested it with his fingers.
Alexa grunted feebly to demonstrate her inability to speak. To her frustration and Dean's satisfaction, her struggles had achieved nothing at all. Now that she had been as compliant as could be while he undressed and bound her, she turned around and looked up at him, trying to give him puppy dog eyes.
"You look stunning, but that's not going to work," he told her. "Remember what you said about being in charge when Goddess Alexa comes out to play? Well, tonight it's my turn." With that, he scooped her off her feet and lay her gently down the bed, lying on her back. "You just lie there for a minute. I've got something I need to do."
Lying on her back meant that Alexa's weight was on her wrists; not a pleasant feeling. She rolled to the side slightly, managing to get herself into a better position. Resting her head to one side on the pillow, she was able to watch what Dean was doing. To her surprise, she saw him pick up the room service menu and start looking through it. This is hardly the time for a three course meal, she thought.
"Perfect," Dean muttered after a moment. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed, back to her, and picked up the phone to call his order through.
"Mmmpph?" Alexa squealed indignantly, wanting to know what he was doing. His response was to turn and look her, touch a finger to his lips and tell her to shush.
While she waited, Alexa decided that as his back was turned, she could try and struggle against the restraint securing her wrists. Just because he wanted her bound and she happened to enjoy it didn't mean that she wasn't going to try and get free. It was part of the game, after all. Unfortunately, she soon realised, it wasn't going to happen. He had secured her too well, leaving her totally unable to move or separate her wrists. It struck her as surprising that her predicament wasn't more painful.
Dean's call to room service was connected and she heard him place his order. Now she had something of an explanation for his strange behaviour. Her heart started to beat faster again in anticipation.
After replacing the handset, he turned around to face her again. There was an excited grin on his face. "Just a few minutes, they said. I hope they hurry up."
Alexa just lay there looking at him, feeling saliva escape the corner of her mouth for the first time. The silk was already damp from it, due to her inability to swallow properly. That was one aspect of the situation she was in that she really didn't like, but she couldn't do anything about it. Happily, Dean took care of it for her.
"I'll get that for you," he said generously, picking up her discarded shirt and using it to wipe the drool off her chin. "If you lie on your back properly, that won't happen so much."
"Mm cmmnt," she mumbled, trying move her wrists a bit so that he would get the message that she couldn't lie on them. To compromise, she stayed lying the way she was, but moved her head so that she was looking up at the ceiling.
Dean lay down on the bed next to her, propping his head up a hand to look at her. He was acting as if it was a night like any other, when they would lie in bed and talk for an hour or more before going to sleep. "From time to time, even I find myself knowing interesting facts," he said matter of fact. "For example, I happen to know that a lot of women wish their men would pay more attention to their breasts during sex. Would you agree with that?"
"Yes, definitely," Alexa tried to say, feeling that rush again. She hoped to convey her eagerness with her eyes, since she couldn't effectively do it verbally.
"That's what I thought," he said with a nod. Reaching over with his free hand, he began to slowly massage one of them. "Yours are such perfect ones, too, darlin'. Fuckin' beautiful, like the rest of you."
Alexa felt herself squirm involuntarily in pleasure at his touch. Doing so made her focus for the first time on the fact that her legs were not bound. If she really wanted to, she could start kicking him or try to get up and run away. A few minutes earlier, before this had all started, she wouldn't have imagined a situation where she wanted to be tied up. But now, that was how she felt. If she was going to be put in helpless situation, she wanted to go all the way. But how to get Dean to realise what she was thinking?
Enjoying the feel of her breast in his hand, it took Dean a moment to realise that she had started wriggling her legs around. Then his first thought was that she was trying to safe word. "You okay?" he asked with some concern. "Safe word?"
"Nmmm," she said strongly, shaking her head. She raised her legs and wiggled her feet, and, raising her head to look at them, she said, "Mmm lmmmgs."
"Oh," Dean said with a broad grin as the penny dropped. "You want me to tie your ankles up too?" It would work until the time came for sex, he thought.
"Mmmm." She nodded yes and rested her head back down on the pillow.
"Okay, Goddess. Your word is my command," he said, not hiding the taunting element behind his choice of phrase as he got off the bed. "There must be something around here I can use."
He stood for a moment, thinking through the items he had in his case. Then his eyes settled on the complimentary bathrobes that came with the room, which were handing up in the open wardrobe. Walking over there, he examined one of the cords that would wrap around the wearer's waist to keep the robe closed. He was in luck; the cord was detachable. He pulled it free, then walked back over to the bed, showing it to her as he did so. "I think this should do the job."
Alexa was breathing hard again in anticipation of what it was going to feel like to be totally bound and at his mercy. As he sat down on the bed and began work on tying her ankles together, wrapping the cord around and between them as he had with the tie around her wrists, she had to bite down on her gag to stop herself groaning in pleasure. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction so easily.
"There we are," Dean said after he tied a knot in the cord. He couldn't have even begun to describe what a turn on it was that she had actually asked to be bound some more. A large part of him wanted to fuck her right then and there, but there was foreplay to come first. "Comfy?" he asked as he moved back down the bed to lie next to her again.
"Mmm hmm." Alexa tested her range of movement, thrilled to find it at an absolute minimum. Dean went back to work massaging her breasts, and she closed her eyes, all the better to focus on the pleasant sensations that coursed through her, and also to keep her laboured breathing under control.
After a couple of minutes of this, there was a loud knock at the door. A male voice called out, "Room service!"
"Just a minute!" Dean yelled back as he got off the bed once more. He grabbed a few bucks from the nightstand to tip the guy and made his way to the door, which thankfully didn't have line of sight to the bed.
Alexa lay there listening to the brief conversation at the door, making sure to stay absolutely silent. She found herself imagining the conversation that would ensue if the guy walked into the room far enough to see her. Talk about awkward!
The door banged shut and Dean walked over with his order: a crepe filled with whipped cream and strawberries cut in half. Alexa seriously doubted the crepe was going to be required. Sure enough, Dean set the plate down on the nightstand and opened up the crepe so that he could access the contents.
"These strawberries look amazing," he said. He picked half of one up and tried it. "Mmm, incredible," he informed her. "I'd give you one, but…" He gestured to her gag.
"Fmmk ymm," she moaned, scowling at him, playing along with his taunting.
"Now, there's no need for that sort of language," he scolded. "Honestly, no wonder you end up like that. He ate another strawberry half, then moved the plate over to the bed. "Maybe this will improve your mood?"
Breathing heavily, Alexa looked into his eyes, knowing what he was going to do next.
Dean scooped up roughly half of the whipped cream in his hand, along with the strawberries that were sitting in it, and set about smothering Alexa's left breast in it. He took pleasure in her gasp at the cold when it touched her skin, hoping that it would soon have her nipples erect for him. A couple of the strawberry halves fell off her body onto the bed, so he quickly ate them when he was done. Then he repeated the process with the rest of the cream and her other breast. By the time he was finished, she was almost panting into her gag in anticipation of him licking at all off for her.
For that reason, he made her wait, choosing to eat a few more strawberry pieces first, as if he had all the time in the world.
"Mmmmpppph!" she objected, glaring at him again.
"Oh, alright," he conceded playfully. Leaning over her, he slowly, tenderly, worked on her breast with his tongue. As he licked, he savoured every moment and every taste, particularly liking the way he got a taste of cream and of her with each stroke of his tongue. Her low moans of pleasure only added to the intimate feel of the moment. Once he had cleared the first breast of cream, he gave the hard nipple a little bite, producing a loud squeal from her.
Before starting on her other breast, Dean wiped his mouth and helped himself to another couple of strawberry pieces. Looking at Alexa, he could see saliva running down her chin and sweat on her brow. The amount of writhing she had been doing against her bonds had made sure he knew how turned on she was. By the time all the cream was gone, she would be ready and waiting for him to fuck her, that was for certain. He was rock hard already himself.
He slipped a hand into her underwear, finding her as wet as he had expected. "Not long now, baby," he said gruffly as she groaned. It sounded very much like she was pleading with him to untie her legs and get down to business right then and there. Whether that was the case or not, she was going to have to wait. Leaning back over her again, he put his tongue to work on her other breast.
By now, Alexa's wrists and shoulders hurt from being restrained and the corners of her mouth felt very sore from the gag cutting into them. Pain and discomfort notwithstanding, this was a unique sexual experience for her; one that she was enjoying a lot, and one that she would definitely like to repeat in the future. She knew she wouldn't need to ask Dean if he felt the same way.
"All done, darlin'," Dean said, wiping his lips of the last of the whipped cream. "And very nice it was, too."
"Fmmk mm," she begged him, lifting her head.
"Sorry?" Dean exclaimed, having understood her upfront demand.
"Fmmk mm!" she growled into the silk, wriggling her legs as best she could.
"Okay," Dean said simply, with a theatrical shrug. He moved down to the bottom of the bed, untied the knot in the bathrobe cord, unwound it and threw it aside. Wasting no time now, he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his boxers down.
Alexa closed her eyes, grunting as he entered her. He was a big guy, and filled her very nicely indeed. He began slowly, but was soon pounding her hard. Ordinarily, she liked to grab onto something while she was being fucked; either Dean himself, or a fistful of the bed covers. This time, with her wrists bound, that was not possible. She found herself straining hard against the tie and whimpering into the gag, wishing for the first time that it wasn't there. Breathing was seriously difficult now.
"Fuck, darlin', you're so hot," Dean gasped out, looking down at her as he continued his powerful thrusts. "Come for me. The sooner you come, the sooner I can take that out of your mouth."
It still took her another minute to reach her climax. When he felt her peak, seeing her eyes roll back in her head for a moment, Dean said, "That's it, darlin'. That's it." Only when her orgasm was over did he allow himself his own release, unloading into her with a couple of deep grunts of his own.
It was over. Dean pulled out of her, breathing heavily and sweating, as she was. "That was incredible,"
"Mmmmm," Alexa groaned, gesturing with her eyes towards the gag. Now that the sex was over, she wanted it taken out and her wrists to be released.
"Sit up," Dean told her. She obeyed, and he reached behind her head to undo the knot in the silky bra. It came free, and he pulled it out of her mouth, soaked through with saliva.
"Thank you," she sighed gratefully, working her jaw to relieve some of the pain.
"I hope you were okay like that?" he asked as he worked on freeing her wrists. He figured she had to have been, since she hadn't chosen to safe word, but it was still polite to ask.
"I loved the feeling of being tied and gagged; how helpless it make me. But it did hurt the corners of my mouth. They feel sore now."
"Oh, okay," Dean said. He removed the tie from her wrists and watched as she gratefully rubbed them. "I could maybe use tape to gag you, if you think that would feel more comfortable. I'm not sure if it works well, though. Plus, I have to say I love the way that bra looks between your lips, with that pink lip gloss and all. It's very striking."
Alexa wanted to make her man happy, but at the same time, she didn't necessarily want the discomfort of the bra in her mouth again if she could help it. Twice was probably enough. Tape sounded like a better solution, if it was effective, but then he wouldn't be able to see her lips, something he obviously wanted. Unless… "Maybe there's some kind of strong, transparent tape out there?"
Transparent tape was a good idea, Dean had to admit. "I'll look into it," he decided. Noticing a spare strawberry piece that had fallen onto the bed, he picked it up and offered to feed it to her. "I saved one for you."
Sweaty, hair a mess, Alexa still looked the most beautiful woman imaginable to Dean when she gave him one of her sweetest smiles. "Thank you, baby." She allowed him to put the strawberry into her mouth.
Dean leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss on the end of her nose. "You're welcome, darlin'."
A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the previous chapter.
I hope everyone enjoyed this change of pace? Please let me know your thoughts. Would you like to see more chapters like this in future?