Title: Broken Silence
Author: MissKTFan
Disclaimer: This story is fiction. I do not own any of the wrestlers included in this story. There is adult content in this story, which includes, sex, violence, and vulgar language. This story is copyrighted to me and should anyone wish to use this, I ask that you get my permission first.
Main Characters: Kevin Nash, Scott Hall, Sean Waltman, Beth Nash, Tristen Nash, Mark Callaway, Glenn Jacobs
Other characters: Vince McMahon, Jackie Waltman, Carrie Nash, various wrestlers
Brief Description: Beth finds out that the person she hates the most is something she'd never expected and she learns to accept it.
When they got back to the hotel, Beth went to take a shower, while Mark ordered them a late dinner. When she came out of the bedroom, the food was already there. "That was fast." She commented, sitting beside Mark on the couch. She put her hand on his thigh and started to move it slowly upwards, while keeping her eyes on him. "Eat now. Play later." He said, pushing her hand away. She frowned at the interruption, but nodded slightly before getting something to eat.
When they'd finished, Beth wandered into the bedroom without waiting for Mark. She could feel his eyes on her and knew that he was watching her walk in there. She started taking her clothes off one item at a time, while waiting for him to join her. Mark walked in and eyed the clothes on the floor before letting his gaze fall on Beth, who was standing by the window looking out. The only clothes that remained on her body were her lace thong underwear and a matching bra. She knew he was in the room, but didn't turn to look at him.
Mark watched her for a moment before crossing the room to where she was standing. He always enjoyed looking at her because he considered her the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. And she was young and innocent. He liked that about her. Most women threw themselves at him, but not Beth. She was somewhat shy and usually waited for him to make the first move. That was one of things he loved about her the most. He brought his hands up to her hips and slid them around to her stomach, pulling her close to him. Then, he kissed her neck, softly, and felt her shiver from the sensation of his hot breath on her bare flesh. Slowly he slid his hands up her back and unclasped her bra. Easing it off of her shoulders, he let it fall to the floor. Lowering his hands again, he slid her thong off and waited until she stepped out of it. Then he slid his arms around to her stomach again and pulled her close to him. "Come lie down." He said, pulling her towards the bed.
Beth let him guide her down on the bed and turned to her back to watch him undress. When he didn't, she frowned. "Take your clothes off." She said. "Not yet." He replied. He sat down on the bed next to her and put his hand on her throat, before sliding it down the length of her naked body. Beth gasped when he reached her stomach. He kept moving further down until he reached her thighs. Then he removed his hand and smirked at her. "You're going to make me suffer, aren't you?" She asked, when she saw him smirking. "You know I love to see you squirm." He replied still smirking.
Beth watched him for a moment, knowing he was intending to make this a long and pleasurable night, but she ached for him and couldn't help wishing he'd just take her right now. Mark could feel the heat coming from her body. He always enjoyed that about her. It didn't take long to get her aroused, but he could keep her waiting as long as he wanted, and she'd hardly complain about it. It made for a more interesting night when things were done very slowly and with pure determination and desire, and somehow he always managed to make her feel both determined and lustful.
Again, he lowered his hand and slid it down the full length of her body, watching her face as she reacted to his touch. She was young, but was all woman when it came to making love. He'd spent the last year showing her how it was done and she'd been a good student. Now, he spent most of their lovemaking relishing in the way she paid special attention to him and he always managed to make her beg. She was so shy and simple that he took control of things easily. If he wanted her now, he'd take her now and she would accept him graciously, but he wanted her to wait. He wanted to do this slowly and watch her climb higher and higher into the throes of passion, before slowly bringing her back down to reality. And she would wait. She let him tease her and play with her. At times it was almost as if she were his toy, but he never really thought of her that way, though it did seem that way when he played with her like he was doing now.
Beth closed her eyes when she felt his massive hand touch her tender flesh again. The sensations that she was feeling were indescribable. She longed for him to touch her and fondle her, but she knew he wasn't going to yet. He wanted her to beg and though she wasn't now, she knew he'd get her to. He had a way of making her do things that she'd never dream of doing with anyone else. When he removed his hand, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was smirking again as he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Immediately, she put her hands up to touch his hard, muscular chest. Mark let her touch his chest, but only briefly before pushing her hands away again. Shaking his head no, he rested his hand on her stomach and lowered his lips to kiss her neck, slowly moving further down until he reached her breast.
He could feel her trembling with desire and this only heightened his arousal. He could feel his manhood swelling, but he was able to control himself as he began to give her a taste of the infinite pleasure she'd feel, before stopping again. He saw her frowning and smirked again. He was getting to her and he knew it, but that didn't stop him. He always loved torturing her this way, before satisfying his own need. The faces she made, the sounds that came from deep within her were all something he enjoyed and it made what they shared more sexual and worth waiting for.
Beth raised her hands to touch him again. She sighed when he didn't stop her. She massaged his chest with her hands, seeing the way he was enjoying it and smiled. He might be the dominant figure in their relationship, but she knew how to get to him too. And she could make him forget what he was doing if she really wanted to, but most times she enjoyed the way he teased her, so she would let him have his way with her.
She watched him stand and remove the rest of his clothes. Then he slid into bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up against his naked hardness. Beth could feel his hardened member pressing against her and gasped slightly. He didn't miss this, as he brought his lips to her neck once again, before guiding her onto her back. Again, he rested his hand on her throat and let it roam down the length of her, until he reached her thighs. He stopped there and smirked at her again. Beth knew what he wanted. He had done this so many times to her, teasing her, until she voiced her needs.
"Please touch me, Mark." She huffed, trying to keep her breathing relaxed, but she was failing miserably. He laid there watching her, waiting. It wasn't enough for her to ask once. He needed to hear her beg. It was something that he enjoyed. It made him feel powerful and manly to hear her beg him for something that he was eager to give her. And this time was no different. "Please?" She asked, knowing that he wanted to hear her say it again and again until she could stand to wait no longer. Again, she asked him, this time sounding as if she would lose it if he didn't. Hearing the aching tone of her voice he was satisfied and brought his hand between her thighs, to touch her and bring her mild pleasure. This was only the beginning of what would prove to be a long night of passion for them. He watched her eyes close and her lips part, smiling when he heard her whimper at first, then softly moan, letting him know that she was enjoying what he was doing.
He brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and exploring the depths of it, until he felt her tongue reach out to meet his, making the kiss even more passionate. Beth brought her hand down to his manhood, eager to touch him the way he was touching her. He didn't stop her as she started to stroke him, slowly. He knew when to make her stop, so he allowed her to enjoy herself for a short time, while he continued to arouse her and torment her. Beth stroked him, slowly at first. But, as he brought her higher, she let herself stroke him more rapidly and smiled when she heard him grunt. "Stop." He whispered, after a few minutes, but she didn't want to. He stopped what he was doing and grabbed her wrist, removing her hand. She opened her eyes and frowned at him, but he was still smirking. "You're not going to get it that way." He said, chuckling softly.
The foreplay continued this way for over an hour, with him teasing her for a full five minutes, before stopping. He'd replaced his hand with his mouth, thrusting his tongue into her, enjoying the way she trembled. At one point, he'd brought her close to having her first orgasm, but he'd stopped just before she reached that point and thought he actually saw her pouting. A few minutes passed before he brought his mouth down between her thighs again, sliding his smooth, wet tongue inside of her again. This time, he'd let her go and held her down while her body exploded from her first orgasm. But, he didn't stop there. No sooner had she come down, he had her melting at his touch again, climbing higher and higher. The teasing started again, when he stopped after a few minutes and watched the disappointment creep onto her face. Again, he brought his mouth down and drove her over the edge a second time, loving the way her body shook with pleasure as she climaxed.
This time, he stopped what he was doing completely and moved up along side of her. Gently he guided her hand to his hardness and let her stroke him. Beth felt like she was on cloud nine as she started to stroke him again. Twice he'd given her a taste of heaven and she knew it wouldn't be the last. She stroked him faster after hearing him grunt, wanting to bring him to the edge, wanting to tease him the way he'd done to her, but she knew he wouldn't allow this. He'd only given her a few short moments to touch him, before removing her hand. Mark got to his knees and positioned himself above her, ready to take her all the way. He'd spent nearly two hours making her senseless in the heat of passion and desired to satisfy his own need now.
Beth closed her eyes and gripped his shoulders as he eased his manhood into her, burying himself deep inside of her, before thrusting slowly. Mark looked down at her and thought of how beautiful she looked at that moment lying beneath him, their bodies connecting in a way that no other could. He thrust his shaft into her gently at first, but when her breathing had picked up and he'd heard the soft moaning coming from her, he eagerly took her hard and fast, wanting desperately to satiate his uninhibited desire to claim her again. Every time he took her, he claimed her. She was his and no man would take that from him. This was only one of the many ways he proved it to her. He groaned loudly as he felt his release, but never stopped thrusting until he'd emptied himself inside of her completely. He heard her scream with unimaginable desire as she climaxed a third time. When he'd stopped moving, he lowered his head to her and kissed her lips softly. "I love you, Beth." He whispered, before burying his head in her neck. "I love you too, Mark." She said, wrapping her arms around him tightly. They laid there, coming down from their high, for several minutes before he moved to the side of her and pulled her against him, holding her tightly, as they drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Author: MissKTFan
Disclaimer: This story is fiction. I do not own any of the wrestlers included in this story. There is adult content in this story, which includes, sex, violence, and vulgar language. This story is copyrighted to me and should anyone wish to use this, I ask that you get my permission first.
Main Characters: Kevin Nash, Scott Hall, Sean Waltman, Beth Nash, Tristen Nash, Mark Callaway, Glenn Jacobs
Other characters: Vince McMahon, Jackie Waltman, Carrie Nash, various wrestlers
Brief Description: Beth finds out that the person she hates the most is something she'd never expected and she learns to accept it.
When they got back to the hotel, Beth went to take a shower, while Mark ordered them a late dinner. When she came out of the bedroom, the food was already there. "That was fast." She commented, sitting beside Mark on the couch. She put her hand on his thigh and started to move it slowly upwards, while keeping her eyes on him. "Eat now. Play later." He said, pushing her hand away. She frowned at the interruption, but nodded slightly before getting something to eat.
When they'd finished, Beth wandered into the bedroom without waiting for Mark. She could feel his eyes on her and knew that he was watching her walk in there. She started taking her clothes off one item at a time, while waiting for him to join her. Mark walked in and eyed the clothes on the floor before letting his gaze fall on Beth, who was standing by the window looking out. The only clothes that remained on her body were her lace thong underwear and a matching bra. She knew he was in the room, but didn't turn to look at him.
Mark watched her for a moment before crossing the room to where she was standing. He always enjoyed looking at her because he considered her the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. And she was young and innocent. He liked that about her. Most women threw themselves at him, but not Beth. She was somewhat shy and usually waited for him to make the first move. That was one of things he loved about her the most. He brought his hands up to her hips and slid them around to her stomach, pulling her close to him. Then, he kissed her neck, softly, and felt her shiver from the sensation of his hot breath on her bare flesh. Slowly he slid his hands up her back and unclasped her bra. Easing it off of her shoulders, he let it fall to the floor. Lowering his hands again, he slid her thong off and waited until she stepped out of it. Then he slid his arms around to her stomach again and pulled her close to him. "Come lie down." He said, pulling her towards the bed.
Beth let him guide her down on the bed and turned to her back to watch him undress. When he didn't, she frowned. "Take your clothes off." She said. "Not yet." He replied. He sat down on the bed next to her and put his hand on her throat, before sliding it down the length of her naked body. Beth gasped when he reached her stomach. He kept moving further down until he reached her thighs. Then he removed his hand and smirked at her. "You're going to make me suffer, aren't you?" She asked, when she saw him smirking. "You know I love to see you squirm." He replied still smirking.
Beth watched him for a moment, knowing he was intending to make this a long and pleasurable night, but she ached for him and couldn't help wishing he'd just take her right now. Mark could feel the heat coming from her body. He always enjoyed that about her. It didn't take long to get her aroused, but he could keep her waiting as long as he wanted, and she'd hardly complain about it. It made for a more interesting night when things were done very slowly and with pure determination and desire, and somehow he always managed to make her feel both determined and lustful.
Again, he lowered his hand and slid it down the full length of her body, watching her face as she reacted to his touch. She was young, but was all woman when it came to making love. He'd spent the last year showing her how it was done and she'd been a good student. Now, he spent most of their lovemaking relishing in the way she paid special attention to him and he always managed to make her beg. She was so shy and simple that he took control of things easily. If he wanted her now, he'd take her now and she would accept him graciously, but he wanted her to wait. He wanted to do this slowly and watch her climb higher and higher into the throes of passion, before slowly bringing her back down to reality. And she would wait. She let him tease her and play with her. At times it was almost as if she were his toy, but he never really thought of her that way, though it did seem that way when he played with her like he was doing now.
Beth closed her eyes when she felt his massive hand touch her tender flesh again. The sensations that she was feeling were indescribable. She longed for him to touch her and fondle her, but she knew he wasn't going to yet. He wanted her to beg and though she wasn't now, she knew he'd get her to. He had a way of making her do things that she'd never dream of doing with anyone else. When he removed his hand, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was smirking again as he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Immediately, she put her hands up to touch his hard, muscular chest. Mark let her touch his chest, but only briefly before pushing her hands away again. Shaking his head no, he rested his hand on her stomach and lowered his lips to kiss her neck, slowly moving further down until he reached her breast.
He could feel her trembling with desire and this only heightened his arousal. He could feel his manhood swelling, but he was able to control himself as he began to give her a taste of the infinite pleasure she'd feel, before stopping again. He saw her frowning and smirked again. He was getting to her and he knew it, but that didn't stop him. He always loved torturing her this way, before satisfying his own need. The faces she made, the sounds that came from deep within her were all something he enjoyed and it made what they shared more sexual and worth waiting for.
Beth raised her hands to touch him again. She sighed when he didn't stop her. She massaged his chest with her hands, seeing the way he was enjoying it and smiled. He might be the dominant figure in their relationship, but she knew how to get to him too. And she could make him forget what he was doing if she really wanted to, but most times she enjoyed the way he teased her, so she would let him have his way with her.
She watched him stand and remove the rest of his clothes. Then he slid into bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up against his naked hardness. Beth could feel his hardened member pressing against her and gasped slightly. He didn't miss this, as he brought his lips to her neck once again, before guiding her onto her back. Again, he rested his hand on her throat and let it roam down the length of her, until he reached her thighs. He stopped there and smirked at her again. Beth knew what he wanted. He had done this so many times to her, teasing her, until she voiced her needs.
"Please touch me, Mark." She huffed, trying to keep her breathing relaxed, but she was failing miserably. He laid there watching her, waiting. It wasn't enough for her to ask once. He needed to hear her beg. It was something that he enjoyed. It made him feel powerful and manly to hear her beg him for something that he was eager to give her. And this time was no different. "Please?" She asked, knowing that he wanted to hear her say it again and again until she could stand to wait no longer. Again, she asked him, this time sounding as if she would lose it if he didn't. Hearing the aching tone of her voice he was satisfied and brought his hand between her thighs, to touch her and bring her mild pleasure. This was only the beginning of what would prove to be a long night of passion for them. He watched her eyes close and her lips part, smiling when he heard her whimper at first, then softly moan, letting him know that she was enjoying what he was doing.
He brought his mouth down to hers and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and exploring the depths of it, until he felt her tongue reach out to meet his, making the kiss even more passionate. Beth brought her hand down to his manhood, eager to touch him the way he was touching her. He didn't stop her as she started to stroke him, slowly. He knew when to make her stop, so he allowed her to enjoy herself for a short time, while he continued to arouse her and torment her. Beth stroked him, slowly at first. But, as he brought her higher, she let herself stroke him more rapidly and smiled when she heard him grunt. "Stop." He whispered, after a few minutes, but she didn't want to. He stopped what he was doing and grabbed her wrist, removing her hand. She opened her eyes and frowned at him, but he was still smirking. "You're not going to get it that way." He said, chuckling softly.
The foreplay continued this way for over an hour, with him teasing her for a full five minutes, before stopping. He'd replaced his hand with his mouth, thrusting his tongue into her, enjoying the way she trembled. At one point, he'd brought her close to having her first orgasm, but he'd stopped just before she reached that point and thought he actually saw her pouting. A few minutes passed before he brought his mouth down between her thighs again, sliding his smooth, wet tongue inside of her again. This time, he'd let her go and held her down while her body exploded from her first orgasm. But, he didn't stop there. No sooner had she come down, he had her melting at his touch again, climbing higher and higher. The teasing started again, when he stopped after a few minutes and watched the disappointment creep onto her face. Again, he brought his mouth down and drove her over the edge a second time, loving the way her body shook with pleasure as she climaxed.
This time, he stopped what he was doing completely and moved up along side of her. Gently he guided her hand to his hardness and let her stroke him. Beth felt like she was on cloud nine as she started to stroke him again. Twice he'd given her a taste of heaven and she knew it wouldn't be the last. She stroked him faster after hearing him grunt, wanting to bring him to the edge, wanting to tease him the way he'd done to her, but she knew he wouldn't allow this. He'd only given her a few short moments to touch him, before removing her hand. Mark got to his knees and positioned himself above her, ready to take her all the way. He'd spent nearly two hours making her senseless in the heat of passion and desired to satisfy his own need now.
Beth closed her eyes and gripped his shoulders as he eased his manhood into her, burying himself deep inside of her, before thrusting slowly. Mark looked down at her and thought of how beautiful she looked at that moment lying beneath him, their bodies connecting in a way that no other could. He thrust his shaft into her gently at first, but when her breathing had picked up and he'd heard the soft moaning coming from her, he eagerly took her hard and fast, wanting desperately to satiate his uninhibited desire to claim her again. Every time he took her, he claimed her. She was his and no man would take that from him. This was only one of the many ways he proved it to her. He groaned loudly as he felt his release, but never stopped thrusting until he'd emptied himself inside of her completely. He heard her scream with unimaginable desire as she climaxed a third time. When he'd stopped moving, he lowered his head to her and kissed her lips softly. "I love you, Beth." He whispered, before burying his head in her neck. "I love you too, Mark." She said, wrapping her arms around him tightly. They laid there, coming down from their high, for several minutes before he moved to the side of her and pulled her against him, holding her tightly, as they drifted into a peaceful sleep.