Dean had dwelled on his decision about asking Alexa to speak to Renee about Finn for a few days after his talk with Samoa Joe before Raw. While he did think Renee might be in need of some home truths about the man she was with, there were potential problems to consider. Firstly, how would Alexa react to being asked to try and help out his ex, who also happened to be the woman who had essentially branded her a slut to millions of people? And secondly, even if Alexa did agree to speak to Renee, would she be willing to listen to advice from the woman who had, in her opinion, stolen her man from her after sleeping with him behind her back?
It was a tricky situation to put it mildly, but eventually Dean had decided that the right thing to do was to talk to Alexa about it. If she wasn't willing to talk to Renee, then so be it. He wasn't going to get into an argument with her over it, that was for sure. He had waited until they were back home for the weekend before bringing up the subject.
"Darlin'?" he asked with uncharacteristic hesitancy.
"What's up, baby?" Alexa asked, lifting her head to look at him. They were cuddled up on the couch in their living room, watching a TV show about a police unit that they had gotten into recently.
"There's been something on my mind that I want to talk to you about," he said.
"Actually, me too," she replied, with some nervousness in her voice also. "But you go first."
"Uh, okay," he said, wondering now what she wanted to say and hoping it wasn't something bad. "Remember I told you Monday night that I got into it with Finn again, and the guys had to separate us?"
"Yeah," she said, drawing the word out to make it sound like a question.
"There was a bit more to it than that. After Joe dragged me away, I sat down with him for a couple of minutes. He started by trying to talk some sense into me about not rising to the bait when that Irish prick tries to get a rise out of me."
"I've said that before," Alexa said simply, not trying to rub it in.
"I know you have, and you're right. It's just not that easy when he's in my face talking shit about you."
"I get that," she said. "So what did Joe have to say that you've waited this long to tell me?"
As usual, Dean found himself thinking that she was no dummy. She had read between the lines that there was something coming that she might not like all that much. It was time to go for it. "Well, Finn openly told me that he doesn't give a damn about Renee; that he's only with her for the sex. Just to be perfectly clear, I don't have any feelings at all for her anymore, but still, I think the way he's treating her is wrong and I feel bad for her that she's with that piece of shit when he thinks of her like that."
"Okay," Alexa said, noncommittal as she encouraged him to go on.
"Joe also commented on how she's been acting since she's been with Finn. She's nasty, snippy, and sarcastic all the time, just like Balor is. I get that she has a right to be angry over how I handled the whole thing, but the way she's acting? That's not Renee. I was with her long enough to know that. Joe thinks there might be some emotional abuse going on in their so-called relationship, and that's why she's acting the way she is."
"Possibly," Alexa conceded, determining herself not to react immaturely. She was better than that. Dean was obviously having a hard enough time bringing this up, and she believed him when he said that it wasn't due to any lingering feelings he had for Renee. "I agree with you that she never used to act the way she does now. I get why she would be angry with us over what we did, but it's been months now, and she still makes stupid little comments to me every time I see her."
With a grimace, Dean put his question out there. "So, I was wondering if you might speak to her about it all? Maybe you can get her to see sense and get rid of the guy?"
Being the nice person she was, Alexa wasn't dead set against the idea, but there was one thing she couldn't quite understand. "What makes you think she would listen to me any more than she would you?"
"For a start, I'm not good at talking about that kind of thing anyway. And second, I'm the guy who cheated on her and kicked her to the curb when she was talking about settling down with me. I don't think I'd even get a word in with her."
Alexa wriggled out of his arms so she could look at him better. "Dean, don't take this the wrong way. I'm not against the idea of talking to her, but I think you might be expecting a bit much if you think I'll get through to her. You say you can't do it because you cheated on her and she hates you. That's true. And who did you cheat on her with? Me. So I don't think I'm top of the list of people she wants to be getting relationship advice from."
Dean couldn't argue with that. "You're right," he admitted. "Sorry, darlin'. I shouldn't have brought it up. I just feel bad for her that she's with that asshole when he openly tells people he doesn't care about her. That's not the right way to treat people."
"No, it's not," Alexa said quietly as she tried to imagine herself in that position. She would like to think someone would try and help her if that was the case. "I'll try and talk to her, Dean," she decided. "But I can make no promises that I'll get anywhere, or that she'll listen to me."
"That's all I ask, darlin'. Thank you." Dean leaned forward and gave her a peck on the lips. He thought as he did so that he really was a lucky guy for ending up with a girl with such a kind heart. A lot of women in her position would have been inclined to say that Renee could go hang for all she cared. But Alexa didn't have that kind of animosity in her.
"It's okay," she said pleasantly. "Apart from anything else, maybe I owe her after what we did. I mean, I did know you guys were still together when I started sleeping with you. This might put my conscience at ease as far as that's concerned."
Dean was tempted to say that she didn't have anything to feel bad for, but he stopped himself. After all, they would both have known that it wasn't true. Instead, he turned his attention to what had been on her mind before they got into the subject of Renee. "You said you had something you wanted to talk about, too?"
"Yeah," she said shyly. "It's uh, a lot different from what you wanted to talk about."
Now Dean was even more intrigued. "You can tell me," he encouraged.
"Well, I had a dream last night," Alexa said, feeling her cheeks warming up in embarrassment at what she was about to say to him.
"Okay," he said, now with an idea where this was going. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
"Yes," she said, managing to keep eye contact. "And I want us to do what I dreamt about. That is, if you want to."
"I doubt I'll have a problem," he assured her. "So tell me about it. And you don't need to blush, darlin'. You know you can tell me anything."
"Okay," she said, placing her trust in him not to laugh at her or judge her. "I dreamed that you tied me up on our bed. Actually, you tied me to the bed by my wrists and ankles. You put some of that plaster stuff over my mouth, then you walked out and left me there. I could hardly move at all, and I couldn't talk or cry out."
"And you liked this dream?" Dean wanted to clarify, even though he could tell what the answer would be by the way she had described it, and the fact that she was blushing about it. For his part, the image she had put in his head was most definitely a turn on.
"I did. I liked it a lot. As soon as I woke up, I wanted to try it out. But I didn't know if you would think it was weird or something."
"Not at all. It sounds hot to me, not weird. Actually, I'm glad you've brought up something like this, because it's saved me having to do it."
"Why is that?" she asked, surprised.
"Wait here," he told her as he got off the couch. He walked out of the living room, leaving Alexa nonplussed as to what was going on. All became apparent a moment later when he returned carrying a plastic bag and showed her what was in it. She took out one of the several pieces of white cord-like material.
"What are these?" she enquired.
"They're proper bondage ropes," he said. "I hoped we'd get into doing this kind of thing a bit more often, and I wanted something better to use than a tie. These are specially designed to be effective, yet not uncomfortable. They weren't even expensive. I was lucky I came in the house before you when we got back. I just had enough time to hide the package."
"You're a devious man, Dean Ambrose. But it's sweet that you wanted me to be comfortable," she said with a little smile that warmed his heart.
"Sure did, darlin'. It's about enjoying yourself, not being in pain." As he spoke, he emptied the bag of its contents. In total, he had bought four bondage ropes.
"You can tie me up with them, then," she said, feeling herself getting turned on at the thought. "Do you remember last time, you were calling me Goddess and I was trying to say that I wasn't a Goddess? Well, in my dream, you were acting like I was a Goddess that you had captured, and that was why you tied me up."
This was getting better and better for Dean. "You like being the Goddess, huh?"
"I like the idea of you knowing I'm a Goddess but me pretending not to be. I also want you to just leave me there tied up, like you did in the dream. I want to get used to the feeling of being in that positon. This doesn't all sound stupid to you, does it?"
"Not at all," he said definitively. "I think it's a great idea to add a bit of roleplay. I'm definitely up for it. Would you like to do it now?"
"Yes," Alexa breathed.
Dean gave her a peck on the lips again and said, "Then we will. There's only one thing that worries me a bit."
"What's that, baby?" Alexa asked earnestly. She had no intention of asking him to do something he wasn't comfortable with.
"Do you really want me to tie you up, gag you and leave you there? Because I worry that something might happen and I wouldn't be there to free you right away."
"I'll be fine," she promised. "The only thing that could really go wrong is if I couldn't breathe through my nose, but that won't be a problem. My nose is totally clear today. I'll be fine, baby," she repeated, taking his hand.
"If you're sure, then we'll do it," he said. "Describe your dream to me in more detail, then we'll figure out how we can bring it to life."
BREAK
Alexa was dropped on to the bed, naked. Before she could try and get up or crawl away, Dean climbed onto the bed and sat on her lower back, straddling her, keeping her in place with his weight. As he did so, he had dropped four bondage ropes onto the bed beside her.
"What are you doing?" she asked in panic.
"Making sure you don't go anywhere," came the reply. Dean grabbed hold of both of her wrists, holding them together in one of his large hands while he used one of the ropes to bind them together.
"You don't have to tie me up," she pleaded.
"Sure I do. You think I'm going to catch a Goddess and risk letting her go? There are people willing to pay a lot of money for a genuine Goddess."
"But I'm not a Goddess," she protested.
"Do you really think I'm stupid? I know exactly what you are." Dean tied a second roped to the first, securing a knot on the bottom side where she would not be able to access it. Stretching her arms out, he tied the other end of the rope to one of the bed frame's metal bar. Her wrists were now bound and attached to the bed, so that she wouldn't be able move her arms or hands at all.
"But I'm not a Goddess. You've got the wrong person!" she objected as she watched him work. Both the feeling of being bound and the fact that she could watch him doing it were driving her wild already.
Uninterested, Dean turned around, still sitting on her back, but now facing her feet. The third length of rope was used to bind her ankles together. More protests came his way, but he showed no sign of listening to them as he tied the fourth rope to the third, in between her ankles, then tied it off to one of the bars at the bottom of the bed. Luckily, with her being only five feet tall, she happened to fit perfectly in the position he now had her in: arms and legs outstretched, bound, and secured to the bed. She would be going nowhere until he chose to untie her.
Feeling him secure the final knot, Alexa wriggling against her bonds to test how effective they were. To her immense pleasure, she was barely able to move at all, just the way she had been in her dream. Dean had made a very good job of making sure the ropes were tight enough to stop her moving or getting free, but not tight enough to cut into her skin or cut off circulation.
"You okay?" he asked as he got off the bed, breaking character for a moment. He figured doing that was a lot better than risking leaving her in pain.
"Yes, baby. I can't move, but it doesn't hurt."
"Good girl," Dean said. He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. Then he got back into character. "Right, Goddess. Now that I'm sure you're not going anywhere, I have a phone call to make."
"A phone call?" she asked nervously. "A call to who?"
"Ah, how could I forget?" Dean asked, chastising himself. He picked up a roll of sticking plaster that was conveniently placed on the nightstand next to the bed.
"Wait. What are you doing?" Alexa asked, also back in character, head raised to look at him.
Dean stretched a long length of plaster out from the roll and ripped it off. "Keeping you quiet, that's what I'm doing."
"No! Don't!" she pleaded, but it was to no avail. He pressed the plaster down across her mouth, then smoothed the ends onto her cheeks. The strip he had used was long enough to stretch almost from ear to ear.
"Mmppph!" she protested, her eyes wide as he placed his hand over her mouth, forcing the plaster tighter against her lips so that it formed a better seal.
Standing back to admire his handiwork a moment later, Dean nodded in satisfaction. As always, he found himself thinking how amazing her ass was. He was definitely an ass man, and hers was the best he had ever seen. Then there was the fact she was comprehensively bound and gagged, with the skin coloured plaster contoured perfectly to the shape of her mouth underneath it. All told, it was a truly beautiful sight. "That's better," was his verdict.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, looking helplessly up at him.
"Save the effort," he told her coldly. "You're going nowhere until my contact shows up to collect you. Goddesses like you fetch high prices if you know the right people, and luckily for me, I do."
While Dean took out his phone and pretended to call his mystery contact, all part of the roleplay, Alexa lay her head down on the bed, facing him. Her dream, or maybe fantasy was a better description, was coming true. She could barely move, and now with the plaster over her mouth, there was no way she would be able to cry out anything like loudly enough to get help from anyone outside the house. The flexible nature of the material used for the gag actually worked against any attempt she might make to get free of it. By its very nature, it was constantly pulling itself tight against her cheeks.
"Yeah, she's not going anywhere, trust me," Dean was saying on his end of the pretend phone call. "Well, come over and check her out for yourself. I'm telling you, she's a legit Goddess, and she's yours for the right price."
Trying to put herself in the mind-set of a captured Goddess who was facing the prospect of being sold off to someone like nothing more than a piece of meat, she yelled angrily into the plaster and strained against the ropes binding her wrists in a pathetic attempt to get free.
"You hear that?" Dean said. "I don't think the Goddess likes being captured. You'd better get over here as quick as you can." He paused, as if the person on the other end of the call was speaking, then said, "An hour? Okay." With that, he ended his 'call' and grinned at Alexa. "You hear that? My man will be here in an hour to inspect the goods. I know he'll like what he sees. Until then, you stay nice a quiet."
"Mmmmppphhhh," she groaned, pleading with him with her eyes.
Somehow, Dean managed to make himself walk out of the room and close the door. Although every fibre of his being wanted to be in there fucking her, she had asked to be left alone to experience the bondage before things went that far. He had instructed her to shout as loudly as she could if she wanted to stop the game, knowing that he would hear her from the living room and could quickly rush in there and let her go. She had assured him that wouldn't happen, though, which left him to somehow wait an hour before he went back into the room. It would be the most frustrating sixty minutes of his life.
Back in the room, Alexa was left with nothing to focus on other than her bondage; exactly how she had wanted it to be. Breathing heavily through her nose, she lifted her head slightly so that she could study Dean's rope work. Her wrists were secured with a knot that was on the bottom side of the rope, meaning that even if she could somehow get her mouth free and reach the rope with her teeth, she couldn't work her wrists loose. Even that was an irrelevance, she realised as she strained against the bonds. With her legs secured to the bottom of the bed, she couldn't even stretch far enough to reach her wrists. Her position was totally impossible to escape from. That fact made it so much more of a turn on. Only Dean could free her, and he would only do so at his discretion.
Then there was the gag. She moaned into it again, enjoying its effectiveness in keeping her quiet and making any attempt to speak totally incomprehensible. When she had picked out the sticking plaster in the pharmacy in Nassau she had told Dean it would make an effective gag because she knew it would turn him on to hear her say it. Little had she known, that same fact would end up driving her even crazier than him.
But could she get the plaster off her mouth? Although she wanted to be in the position she was now in, part of the enjoyment was to struggle against it and attempt to get free. She already knew that moving her lips was impossible, since they were essentially glued shut by the incredibly strong adhesive. The only way she could imagine being able to remove it would be if she could get one of the ends to come loose from her cheek.
Unfortunately, she soon found as she rubbed her cheek against the bed cover she was lying on, Dean had used too long a length of plaster for this method to work, either. It stretched almost to her ear, making it impossible for her to rub the end against the cover. Any hope of prying it free that way vanished as quickly as it had arrived.
For the next twenty minutes, Alexa lay there, using her very limited range of movement to struggle against her restraints and moaning quietly in a mixture of pleasure and frustration into her gag.
Suddenly, to her surprise, she heard her phone ringing. She had forgotten it was in the room. Lifting her head, she saw in lying on top of the clothes she had been wearing, which were now piled up untidily on the floor a couple of feet away. Lucy Thorne's name was on the screen.
Although there was no way she could hope to get to the phone, it added a new element to the roleplay for Alexa. If this was all real, she would be desperate to get to the phone before it stopped ringing. With renewed energy, she strained against her bonds, growling loudly into the plaster with the effort. It was no use. Dean had simply tied her too effectively.
What a story to tell Lucy, she thought, wanting to laugh. 'Sorry I missed your call, I was bound and gagged at the time.' It was tempting to actually say that, just to see what her friend's reaction would be.
After an hour that had seemed to last five times that long, Dean made his way back to the bedroom. He had put a jacket on, to signify his change in character from before. How he had managed to go for some long when he was so horny and fired, he really wasn't sure. But now, it was time for him to have his fun. He knew that the amount of time she had spent bound would have turned Alexa on so that she was ready for him, so there would be no need to waste time on foreplay. All he had to do was stick to the roleplay.
"Mmmpphhhhhhh!" Alexa squealed loudly when the door opened, lifting her head to look at whoever was walking in, in the vain hope that rescue had arrived.
Dean was happy first of all to see that she was okay, and secondly to discover that she was in exactly the same predicament that he had left her in. It was the best case scenario for both of them. Delighted though he was, he had a character to play.
"He actually wasn't bullshitting," he said in surprise, studying Alexa carefully. "You really are a Goddess, aren't you?"
"Nmmm," she insisted emphatically, before trying to say that she wasn't a Goddess, it was mistaken identity. None of it seemed to impress the mystery man standing in front of her.
"I don't care what you're trying to say. I know a Goddess when I see one. If the pink in your hair wasn't enough of a giveaway, it's more than obvious by how beautiful you are. I mean, look at that ass. That could only be the ass of a Goddess."
"I'm not a Goddess!" Alexa insisted even more strongly, not that the words were decipherable.
"And for the absolute proof, I know exactly where to look," Dean went on, proud to have thought of this idea while he had been out of the room. He stepped forward and turned Alexa over so that she was almost lying on her side. Meeting her wide eyed gaze, he pointed to her belly button, with its silver piercing. "You think I don't know only Goddesses have those?"
Alexa loved how he had made that up. Thinking quickly, she went along with it. "Nmmppph," she cried, looking defeated as he let her drop back down on her front.
"Yes," Dean said, satisfied with his discovery. "My own Goddess to do whatever I want with. I'll definitely be buying you. But why wait, when you're lying there right now?"
Watching him, Alexa saw him unfasten and remove his belt, then start unbuttoning his jeans. Feeling herself burning up, she knew that he was going to get right into fucking her. That was more than fine with her; she had been turned on like mad for the past hour. Even so, she started making muffled protests into the plaster and struggling against the ropes, acting as if she didn't want him to touch her.
Dean was already rock hard as he leaned over to untie the rope that was securing her legs to the frame at the bottom of the bed. Then he repeated the process on the rope around her ankles. "Don't bother trying to kick me," he warned her.
Alexa had no intention of doing that. She couldn't stay in character anymore; all she could think about was how badly she wanted him inside her. With her legs untied, she was able to help him out by getting her body in positon for him to take her from behind.
Wasting no time, Dean placed a hand on either side of her waist to keep her in the ideal positon and slipped into her wet entrance. "Oh, Goddess," he sighed, deep in pleasure as he began his thrusts, starting slowly at first, working his way up until he was really pounding her.
Panting loudly into her gag as he fucked her, Alexa couldn't remember ever enjoying sex this much before. The hour she had been made to wait for it probably played into that. Whatever the reason, it didn't take all that long before she felt herself approaching orgasm.
"Let yourself go, darlin'," Dean encouraged, feeling her quivering under him and seeing her clenching her hands tightly; something he had noticed she always did before she came.
"Mppppphh! Mmmmmpphhh!" she screamed as she climaxed, struggling to get enough air in through her nose.
"Fuck, babe, you're incredible," Dean gasped, pounding her even harder, craving his own release.
"Cmmm, bmmby. Cmmmm," she gasped.
It was all the encouragement he needed. With a loud grunt of pleasure, he allowed himself to unload into her over the course of several thrusts.
"Fucking hell," he sighed when it was over, gently pulling out of her and lowering her down onto the bed. How heavily she was breathing troubled him, so he quickly crawled down the bed and set about pulling the plaster off her mouth. It proved to be no easy task after it had been stuck down for so long.
"Oh, Dean," she gasped once she was able to.
"I hope that lived up to expectations?" he asked, lying down beside her. He was actually a little nervous about the answer, which surprised him. It had been a night of surprises.
"Lived up to them? It was amazing. It was everything I hoped it would be and more. I never expected to be into that kind of thing, but I can't tell you how much I love it when you tie me up, baby."
Her wrists were still bound together and secured to the bed. Dean looked at them and asked, "It doesn't hurt, then?"
"No. Lying in the same positon got uncomfortable after a while, but the ropes don't hurt. You're very good with them," she added, looking at him adoringly.
"And having your mouth covered for that long?" he asked.
"Made it even better," she said, as if finishing his sentence for him. "I could literally spend all night with my mouth taped up with that stuff and I'd still enjoy it."
Dean wasn't sure if she meant that, or if she was toying with him. Either way, it was a delightful idea. "Maybe next time, darlin'," he said with a grin. He gave her a peck on the lips, finding them actually sticky from the adhesive that had been sealing them up. He could see a few little marks from it on her cheeks, too. "I think you need to wash your face," he suggested gently.
"I think I need a shower," she countered. "If you're nice enough to untie me, maybe you can join me."
That was another delightful idea. "Deal," Dean said, getting to work on the ropes securing her wrists.
"Lucy called me while I was tied up," Alexa said with a little giggle while he worked. "I imagined myself telling her the truth about why I didn't answer her call."
Dean laughed. "Do it, I dare you."
A/N: Special thanks to those who reviewed the previous chapter. The support continues to humble and inspire me.
I hope you enjoyed Dean and Alexa's latest bondage experiment?
Next time, Lucy and Seth return. How will WWE have Lucy react to Alexa getting hospitalised the previous week? And should Alexa tell her the reason she missed the call? The reaction might be amusing if she does! ;)