Hello everyone. Hope you are all OK. Thanks for the reviews! Keep them coming. If you like your Mox dominant and demanding (but with a moral code) then this one is for you. Next chapter up fairly soon I hope…

He peels me off the ring and tosses me away like I am nothing. I hit the ground in shock and roll onto all fours, glad that the floor is padded. I raise my head and there he is smirking down at me a meter or two away. I make a move to stand but he shakes his head.

"Nuh uh," he says. He crouches down to my level and curls a seductive index finger at me. "Crawl back to me. Slowly."

I've seen him in this position before, when he was a member of the Shield, taunting a stricken opponent in the middle of the ring. Oh, I enjoyed watching those videos when I was diligently researching Jon Moxley or Dean Ambrose as he was known back then. He was a wicked heel, cocky and malicious. Totally up my street. How I would love to be in a fatal-four-way with him, Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. I made a mental note to ask him if he kept in touch. For reasons.

I do as he asks, crawling submissively and wondering what he has in store. When I reach him he cradles my head in his strong hands and for a second I think he is going to kiss me but no, he has other plans for my lips. I am pushed into the ring post, hitting my back hard so I have no escape and he towers above me. I can see the shape of him inches away from my face, its huge outline visible through his workout gear. He grips my hair again and reveals the most perfect dick I have ever seen.

"This is what you want right?" he says with a sly look on his beautiful face.

I want it immediately and he wastes no time in using my mouth for his pleasure. He has no regard for my comfort and I know it's my job to take it, even when he pushes in deep and grips my hair to hold me still while I choke from the lack of air. We have not discussed safe words but he releases me before I am too uncomfortable and I realise that I am in the hands of an expert. I pull in great lungfuls of air to recover.

"That was nothing," he mocks, holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You said you researched me in WWE but did you go back far enough?"

I furrow my brow, not understanding his question. As far as I knew, he joined developmental NXT and worked his way up from there. "I'm not sure what you mean?" I answer, racking my brains for a better response.

"You don't know what I am capable of darling," he said, "but you are sure as hell bringing it out of me again."

He bundles me on top of the ring once more and I whimper as he rakes his nails up my thighs leaving a trail of red marks. The heat that he has stoked within me has built to boiling lava. I am desperate for him to touch me where I need him to but he persists in exploring other parts of my body for his own ends, not mine. Then when I can almost bear it no more he takes pity on me, or so I think.

His mouth is on my neck again and I love the sound of his growl of enjoyment. I writhe against him, trying to encourage some deeper intimacy. I literally shriek when I feel his fingers fluttering my clit before sliding in deep and hard. So deep that I try to pull away from him. Mistake! He chuckles and increases the pressure, then he is relentlessly twisting and thrusting his fingers into me and I cannot take this anymore. My world explodes and as it does, he demands that I look at him. I do as he says of course and expect him to give me a breather but he doesn't. His hand stays where it is and starts all over again but I am spent and super sensitive.

"Please," I say. "Too much."

"Not enough," he replies. "You fucking do as I say in here. If not, then get out now. This is the second chance I've given you to change your mind. That's super generous. There won't be a third."

I realize that despite the depravity of what we are doing, he is checking in on me, making sure that I am still consenting to this. For the avoidance of doubt - I am. There is no way in hell I am giving up this experience, so I bear down on his hand and scream as he takes me to a place I never knew existed. My world is now all about HIM. Every touch, every slap, every graze of his white teeth against my skin is all I feel. All I know. There is nothing else. Nothing else matters except what he wants, what he desires.

I feel myself being lifted up and before I know it, I am standing on very shaky legs. He leads me to the ring ropes puts me in the position he wants and I anticipate the glorious feeling of having him inside me. With one foot on the rope, I am angled perfectly for him. I moan with absolute joy as he finally gives me what I need. My joy is shortlived as he becomes relentless and savage as he fucks me from behind. We are in the corner of the ring now, I'm holding on to the post. Leaning on it for support as he slams into me hard and fast. He has given me so much pleasure that I cannot take any more.

"Please," I cry out.

He ignores me and carries on. Spots of black appear in my vision as I explode again. My body can't take any more. He curses and trash talks me all the way through. Words I won't repeat here. Then in one swift movement, he crashes us both into the mat, just as if he is taking down an opponent for a submission move. The breath is knocked out of my chest and his strong arms encircle me, pulling me in close so I am tightly bound to him. He's breathing hard and I'm sure he is close to his own release. With a few final vicious thrusts, he roars with triumph and is finally done with me.

Every part of my body is on fire. I feel him move off me and am disappointed when he says nothing. I want to sob with a million feelings - joy, pain, shock, and awe among them - but I am too exhausted. He has already rolled out of the ring and is pulling on his clothes. I cannot move easily but I manage to lift up on one arm and he meets my gaze. I am shivering with cold and adrenaline. Oh, he is hardcore alright. There is no sympathy in his blue eyes, at least none that I can see. It's clear that he is just going to leave me here in the dojo. He picks up his hoodie as he saunters past the ring on his way out, then pauses and perhaps has a fit of conscience because he leans under the bottom rope and slides it across to me without a word. Then he is gone. I am alone and feel broken. I wrap the soft, black hoodie around me and curl up in a ball while allowing the tears to come.