Chapter 7 – Bubble Bath & Punishment
Jenaya sighed heavily as she stepped into the hotel room. She let the door close loudly behind her as she walked over and fell face first onto the plus queen size bed. She and Dean had been secret fuck buddies for the last six months. It seemed that was all she was good for to him. Every time she turned around she was being summoned to his hotel room or to some empty locker room in the arena.
Oh yea she was falling in love with the idiot and he couldn't even see it.
She groaned when a heavy knock sounded on her hotel room door. She rolled over on her back before she sat up and pulled herself off the bed. She walked over and opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to see Dean staring back at her. "What are you…?" Her questioned died on her lips as he held up his hand silencing her and pushed a large tray into the room.
A sculpted brow lifted as she watched him push the tray into the bathroom. He walked back out before he snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed. She walked over and sat down as her jade eyes locked onto his icy blues. "Get naked…" he stated before he walked back into the bathroom.
Jenaya stared after him as she started to undress.
Dean kicked the warm water on in the huge 3 person tub. It was the reason he asked the hotel staff to give her this room specifically. He needed to pamper Jenaya a little. He was always so rough with her and tonight he would do something different. If they ended up fucking each other into the mattress that was fine, but he was going to start it off nice and easy. A little pampering never hurt anyone. He knew she would like those chic bubbles in normal bath tubs so he dumped in like a half a bottle of bubble bath he had brought up some wine for her and beer for him. He actually thought it was sexy when she drank beer with him instead of some snobby bitches who wouldn't touch it because they had sticks up their asses.
Once he got the tub filled he kicked the water off and pulled the tray over and took the covered off the room service he brought with him; he walked out and took her hand and the tray and brought them into the bathroom. "Get in." He squeezed her ass before taking her hand as she got in he didn't want her to slip and hurt herself. He would enjoy this with her as he stepped in too. "Just a little relaxation before the fun commences."
This was different, but Jenaya wasn't complaining and sighed at the steamy liquid enveloping her over tired body. She smiled at Dean, wondering what brought this on and raised a slow brow when he sat opposite of her to where their legs tangled slightly together. The tub was HUGE. "You're all the way over there, so far away." She teased, pretending to reach her hands out to him and laughed at his eye roll, raising another brow when he held up a bottle of wine. "Since when the hell do you drink that shit? Where's the beer?" Jenaya grinned when Dean dropped the bottle of wine back in the bucket and handed her a long neck, both of them cracking them open before clinking them together. She took a long swig of it and then set the bottle on the edge of the tub before sliding over to straddle Dean, softly kissing his lips. "Do you want me to wash you?" She murmured, already sliding a soapy washcloth over his muscular chest she loved to touch so much. "How's your chest?" He'd had a match against Sheamus that night and the Irishman was always a little rougher than normal.
Dean groaned as her hand guided the wash cloth over his shoulders and down his chest. He loved feeling her close and feeling her hands on his body, but loved his hands on her body just as much. His hands came up and stayed on her sides sliding up and down. He was going to behave himself. They both needed a moment to relax and just be themselves. "Chest is good beautiful." He moved her around and sat her between his legs as he reached over and grabbed her food before grabbing his as well. "Let's eat and relax a little." The beautiful part about this bathroom was the TV mounted on the wall as Dean flicked it on and handed the remote to Jenaya. He took a bite of his hamburger before he leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder. This was the life. Good job, good food and fucking great girl in the tub with him.
Life could not get any better than this. Jenaya ate her chicken sandwich while they watched The Hangover, laughing at all the antics. Whenever the water turned cold, Dean turned the hot water on to warm them back up and continued holding Jenaya close to him. She didn't mind it, loving his arms around her body. Jenaya ended up dozing off against Dean, snuggling against him and jolted awake when Dean began kissing her neck. "Mmm ready to get out?" Her voice was incredibly sleepy and her whole body felt like jelly, trying to keep her eyes open. Dean lifted her from the tub in his arms and carted her out to the bedroom, laying her down in bed softly brushing his mouth against hers. Jenaya smiled up at him, slowly opening her eyes again, but they were already drooping closed. "What position do you want me in?" She asked, letting out a loud yawn and tried sitting up in bed, but Dean pushed her back down on the pillow. "Mmm…"
Dean chuckled as he covered her. "The kind where you sleep for 8 hours." He softly kissed her lips and then her forehead. He knew most nights they passed out from exhaustion. Clearly tonight would be one of those nights. He walked back into the bathroom and cleaned up the mess putting the rest of the beer in the mini fridge. Raw was only 15 minutes across town and Smackdown the following night was in this town; so they would be back at the same hotel for two days. He pushed the food tray out into the hallway before he turned the lights off but left the curtains open so the moonlight could light the room. He lay next to Jenaya and pulled her into his arms. Nights with her in his arms were good nights.
Sometime in the early AM hours, Jenaya slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the strong arms holding her close. It was Dean. She was used to him holding her close, but they didn't do anything past the bath.
That was unacceptable. How could she pass out on Dean?!
Jenaya usually had a lot more stamina than that! She could still salvage what was left of the dark hours before they had to get up to get motivated for Raw that evening; plus a signing the guys from the shield had that early morning. A devious smirk crossed her lips as Jenaya slithered under the thin sheet and carefully crawled up the length of Dean's legs. She could see even through the darkness his cock was rock hard and waiting for her mouth to devour it. Snaking her tongue out to wet her lips, Jenaya managed not to touch Dean anywhere except his cock as her mouth engulfed the head, being very gentle. She didn't want to startle him awake or give the man a heart attack, not unless it was from having an orgasm.
Dean wasn't sure exactly what was happening first he woke up in a haze and noticed Jenaya was missing and then suddenly his dick was engulfed in a warm wet sensation that sent tingles skittering up his spine warming his entire body. He suddenly realized the warm wet sensation was Jenaya's mouth. The little minx he thought as he let out a groan at the feeling of her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. His hands slid down and his fingers tangled in her beautiful tresses as he relaxed his body and let her mouth do all the work. "Put those hands on me and keep that pretty mouth working baby." He growled through clenched teeth; loving her hands touching him whether it was intimately or otherwise.
Jenaya obeyed, not stopping the sucking of his cock for a second and released the head with a soft pop, licking up the sides of his engorged member like a Popsicle. The most delicious Popsicle she ever had in her life. Everything about Dean Ambrose was delicious from the top of his unruly curls to the tips of his toes. No other man compared to him. Jenaya wouldn't do this for just any man and she hoped Dean realized that. His fingers tightening in her chestnut locks pulled Jenaya back to reality and she began driving him full force in her mouth, thankful she didn't have gag reflex. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat repeatedly and Dean's growls were music to her ears. She craved to taste him; it'd been far too long since her last protein shake.
Dean groaned low from the back of his throat. "Jesus Christ beautiful…I just might forgive you for falling asleep on me." He looked down as his eyes locked with hers and he winked at her. One hand untangled from her hair as his thumb caressed the apple of her cheek as her cheeks sunk in around his dick and another groan slipped past his own lips. He loved feeling her lips wrapped around his cock and knew most girls were not that big into giving head but for some reason Jenaya could take a few protein shakes and come back for more; he somehow had the feeling she didn't do it for just anyone. At this point he didn't mind being her 'special' case. "Then again I bet you just can't wait for your punishment." He stated with a smirk.
Nodding without releasing his cock, Jenaya continued bobbing up and down, driving Dean closer to that fine razor edge. Honestly, she loved Dean's punishments and stepped out of line on occasion just to receive them. He never hurt her, not to the point where she screamed in anything except ecstasy and need. Dean could tease unlike any other. Before long, Dean couldn't hold back any longer and shot his warm seed in the back of her throat, swallowing every drop greedily. She didn't release his cock until it grew limp in her mouth and sat up, licking her lips hungrily. Crawling up the length of his muscular body, Jenaya straddled his pelvis and leaned down to brush her mouth against his, rubbing their noses together. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you last night; just wanted to make it up to you." She felt horrible for not pleasuring him and receiving her punishment after the bath, wanting to make it up to him however she could.
Dean chuckled lowly. "No need to apologize beautiful. I like you relaxed and well rested." Dean wrapped an arm around her waist as he rolled over holding her tight against his body before he moved up slightly and laid her down. He wanted her comfortable and in a good position to writhe. "Arms up beautiful." He requested and watched as she did as she was told. He grabbed his belt that was sitting on the floor and wrapped it around her wrists and secured her to the headboard; not tight enough to hurt but tight enough to restrain. He softly kissed her lips and then let them slide down her chest where he nipped each of her nipples just enough to arouse them into hardened peaks. His tongue rolled out of his mouth and licked a path down between her breasts down her flat stomach, down her lower abdomen and stopping just before he got to the kitty. Yes he was the master of punishment. He would lick, suck kiss and nip every piece of flesh between her thighs except for what she wanted. And he would enjoy every minute.
"Dean…" Jenaya moaned, clenching her fists tightly because she couldn't touch him. This was one of her favorite and hated punishments. Favorite due to the fact Dean paid special attention to her pussy and hated because she couldn't touch him. That was her punishment. No touching. It was evil, cruel and clever. She didn't know how long she lay there writhing against his sinful mouth and tongue, but eventually he took pity on her. Jenaya tried limiting the number of times she whimpered and moaned because it just egged Dean on further to continue the torture. "Oh baby, oh that feels amazing…" She moaned as soon as his tongue came in contact with what he really wanted, licking and sucking on her outer lips trying to avoid her quivering clit.
Dean growled against her lips as he softly bit down on one and smirked when she yelled out. That was definitely one place on her body he loved leaving his teeth marks. He lapped at her pussy lips as his fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs to hold her still. "What do you want me to do baby?" He asked in a gritty voice. She was absolutely leaking at this point and this was what he loved about her. "Tell me what you want and you might get it." He stated in a sing song voice. He loved teasing her; he loved how vocal she got during their sessions. Dean cocked his head to the side as he watched her bite her bottom lip trying to keep her resolve from crashing and taking her punishment like a good girl. "No? You don't want to tell me?" He smirked wickedly his playful side coming out now; he suddenly placed his lips against her pussy lips and blew raspberries against her sensitive lady parts.
"Dean!" Jenaya squealed out, jade eyes flying open when he did that and felt the vibrations flood through her body. Didn't he want her to suffer? She deserved the punishment and having a climax was a reward. Maybe he was rewarding her for the outstanding head she gave him. Jenaya cried out when he bit into her other lip, fighting the urge to buck her hips against his mouth and whimpered when he blew hot air against her clit. "Please may I have another?" She breathed, squealing again when he blew raspberries a second time and gripped the belt with her hands. "I – I want you to do whatever you want to me."
Dean shook his head. "You'll never learn." He growled against her slick slit. "When I ask you; you're supposed to be a good girl and answer. None of that do what you want; granted I will do what I want in the end, but I want to hear what you want me to do." His tongue ran up the length of her wet slit as his tongue circled the outside of her clit but NEVER touched it. "Now again I ask; what do you want me to do beautiful? Don't be stubborn I can last longer than you can and you know it." He stated with a cocky undertone. He sealed his lips to the inside of her left thigh sucking as hard as he could leaving a nice purple hickey. Oh how he loved to mark her body to show she belonged to him. And he loved even more that she didn't complain about it.
"What if I – oh fuck – don't wanna be a good girl?" Jenaya remarked, gasping when he growled against her sex again and felt her eyes nearly roll in the back of her head, lulling it back against the pillow. She knew Dean would keep going until she gave into him, but Jenaya enjoyed prolonging the torture. He gripped her hips and draped her legs over his broad muscular shoulders, devouring her thighs and the area around her sex, driving her mad. Her whole body shuddered from head to toe and Jenaya knew she was fighting a losing battle, her breathing accelerated. "F-Fuck me, fuck me so hard I can't move afterwards. Or taste me, just please make me cum for you. Make me cum…" She was past the point of begging with all the teasing and torture.
Dean chuckled against her lady parts before he pushed his tongue all the way into her heated core and could feel her juices running over his lips and down his chin. He loved making her so wet she literally dripped on him. "Mmmm I need to bottle that shit up and drink it before I go to the ring every night." He pulled back licking her juices from his lips and chin. "You're such a good girl. I like it when you humor me. This is not just a one way street; you remember that." He softly nipped her inner thighs. "And don't forget I will keep it fun." He smirked again before he blew raspberries on her pussy lips again and taking pity on her while sucking her clit between his lips.
"Yes baby." Jenaya stated as she closed her eyes, getting lost in the sensations of Dean's mouth on her clit. "Just remember I always enjoy whatever you do to me, especially drinking every drop from my pussy. Oh god, just like that…" She moaned out approvingly, tightening her hands on the leather strap even more and began writhing against Dean's mouth. "Now if I could just touch you. Please let me touch you." If he fucked her while her hands were tied up by the leather strap, Jenaya would not be happy, but would have to deal with it since Dean did whatever he wanted. She loved touching him and Dean knew it, at least she assumed anyway.
"Patience is a virtue beautiful." Dean said in a sing song voice; knowing she had zero patience when it came to wanting to touch him. He would let her touch him…but not just yet. His dick was hard again and nearly stabbing a hole in the comforter below their bodies. He was starting to feel the need to be buried inside of her body again. He sat back on his haunches and before Jenaya knew what was happening he flipped her over onto her knees but kept her hands on the headboard. Her luscious ass was so perky and tan; she didn't have tan lines she always took care of her skin. He snarled as his hand came down on her bare ass cheek as he heard her whimper and her ass cheek jiggled slightly. In one swift motion he entered her from behind while smacking her opposite ass cheek. "I didn't forget about the punishment baby. Just leave it all to me. We'll get it all taken care of." He promised.
"Yes – oh yes! Punish me! I've been such a bad girl!" Jenaya cried out, one wrist crossed over the other while still bound to the headboard, biting into her skin. It didn't bother her though, especially when Dean started thrusting like a madman in and out of her body. The rough sex didn't bother her and Jenaya's body was prepped for it, especially since he made her wetter than all 4 oceans in the world combined. With every thrust, he smacked a cheek, alternating between both of them. Jenaya didn't know how long she'd be able to last having this happen to her and nearly lost her breath when Dean slapped her throbbing clit. His hand buried in her chestnut hair and yanked her back to where the top of her head pressed against his chest, their eyes locking while he kept thrusting. "H-Harder, make me cum for you, baby…"
Dean grunted as he continued to thrust into her. Her ass was a nice cherry red with his handprints all over her beautiful ass. He would never leave a bruise on her; a hickey yes – a handprint on her ass? MOST DEFINITELY! She had the hottest spankable ass he'd ever seen in his life. He pulled out of her as he moved around onto his back and pulled her to straddle his pelvis as he pulled her down impaling her onto his cock. He slightly lifted her off him as he pistoned up into her body as she continued to hold onto the headboard as if it were a life line. After a few more minutes he settled her down fully seated inside of her body as he smiled softly and caressed her cheek. "Such a good girl." He reached up and undid the belt; tossing it aside. He grabbed one breast in each hand before he locked eyes with her. "Touch me." Giving her full permission for whatever she wanted.
The biggest smile crossed her face and Jenaya didn't waste a second, kissing him passionately burying her fingers in his hair while working her pussy over his dick. "You feel so good, Dean." Sometimes she lost all train of thought, but he didn't seem to mind because he never pointed it out. She gasped when he sat upright and wrapped her legs around his waist, their pelvises colliding violently against each other. Jenaya held onto his strong shoulders for dear life, meeting Dean for every thrust and slid her tongue down his strong jaw to his ear before pulling back, locking her hands around his neck. Dean fell back and Jenaya raked her nails down his chest, bouncing on and off his throbbing cock as hard as she could, digging her nails into his tanned skin until she left half-moon crescent shapes from them. Her breasts bounced as well, even as Dean once again captured them in his hands and plucked her hardened nipples. "Oh Dean, baby I'm so close…" He pushed her back on the bed and gripped her hips, Jenaya digging her feet in the comforter as Dean began finishing both of them off with powerful thrusts, the sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoing off the hotel room walls. "YES! DEAN!"
Dean growled as he wet his thumb and began running it in circles around Jenaya's clit. "Cum on my dick baby." Dean panted as he continued to thrust up into her warm welcoming body. Again when he was taking his time even during a punishment he still wanted her to cum with him it would just throw them both over the edge and into convulsions. The orgasms lasted longer and so did the euphoric feeling that they both shoved each other's bodies into. "That's a good girl, bounce that pussy into an oblivion on my dick." He groaned again as he could feel her practically slamming down on his dick. He was slightly surprised it hadn't broken off inside of her yet. "Make that pussy submit to my dick baby." He commanded as he continued to pluck her sensitive nipples and clit.
His low raspy voice demanding her to cum all over his cock was too much for Jenaya to hold back on. Quite frankly, she hadn't cum throughout the whole torture process and her body was screaming at her to climax before it went on strike. Jenaya gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, the hot coil within her body suddenly springing free. Hot juices flowed from her body coating Dean and slid over his hips. It was like a geyser of cum went off from her pussy and Jenaya couldn't stop it, screaming out his name again when her release triggered his. Dean exploded inside of her and Jenaya tensed, not realizing she laced their fingers together collapsing on top of him moments later. Jenaya could barely breathe and kept her eyes closed; trying to will her breathing and heart rate back to normal. If Dean wasn't sated after that, Jenaya had no idea what else to do to make him completely satisfied until at least later that night. Her vagina really needed a day's break, but if Dean wanted to go at it, she would oblige. Every part of her body belonged to Dean.
Dean sighed heavily. "You are going to be the death of me woman." Dean gathered her chestnut locks and pulled them all together down her back as his hands caressed her sides and body not moving her from her straddled position on his body. He liked her body weight pressing him into the mattress. It felt more intimate between them. She really owned him more than she knew. He was the crazy Dean Ambrose who never had relationships with females and only had sex to get off. Reproducing was not something he ever wanted to do – not with the way he had been raised.
"Relax – we definitely have a few more hours of sleep before we have to get up." His raspy voice stated as sleep once against consumed their bodies.