This chapter contains sexual content.

Power Struggle

Britain stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom eyeing herself cautiously. She wasn't sure if Dave was a lingerie-man or not. He didn't seem to be when they were together before, but, she had to admit, she looked damn good in the black ruffle, fly away baby doll outfit she was wearing. The embroidery and eyelet designs on the cups covered her nipples, but the mesh material made the rest of breasts visible. The satin tie in the front was the only thing holding the two parts of the garment together, which she made sure to tie loose so she could shed it as quickly as humanly possible. Under her breast bone, the front flew away to create the perfect V. The matching black ruffle panties were so small that she had to turn them around several times to figure out which way was the front, but the thing she loved most about them were the bows on the sides. It was something about being able to untie her underwear that turned on her. She looked good. Even if Dave didn't like lingerie, he would have to be a homosexual not to enjoy these.

She quietly turned out the light in the bathroom and opened the door. As soon as she saw him her breathing changed. She had spent the better part of ten minutes getting sexy for him; all he was doing was lying on the bed flipping through channels and he was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. She couldn't tell if he had those wrestling trunks on, but she prayed that he did…not that he needed them. The way the sheet was covering his lower half was enough to do it for her. She was happy just to stand there and watch the muscles in his arm move as his thumb hit the buttons on the remote. But as soon as he looked up at her, she wanted to rip that lingerie off as fast as she could.

"Wow…is all of that for me?" Dave asked with a smile. He loved the contrast of the black mesh against her creamy skin. The garment matched her hair, which was down by the way, just the way he liked it. He usually liked the chemise type of lingerie…a simple short silky dress, but this outfit was nice too. It showed skin and covered up everything he really wanted to see. He could get hard just watching her bend over; she really didn't need to dress up for him, but he would be lying if he said the thought of removing it didn't excite him.

Britain smiled and walked closer to the bed. "Do you like it?"

"Turn around." He commanded gently, admiring how little her panties were. He couldn't wait to see what they were covering in the back because they damn sure weren't covering much in the front. "I like that a lot." He found it sexy the way she knelt on the bed instead of sitting down first. She watched the seductive way she crawled over to him and placed both hands on the either side of the bed next to his head before swinging her leg over his body and looming over him.

Britain studied Dave's face and smiled before she lowered herself on to his hard body. Although there was a sheet separating them, she could still feel every inch of him. She had hoped that he would take the lead, but it appeared that that wasn't going to happen. She had never really enjoyed being the aggressive one in bed; she preferred the passive-aggressive approach. She was the partner that allowed her lover to feel like they were in charge, while she was actually controlling the way things went by the sounds she would make or the looks she would give. Dave was trying to flip the script and she wasn't having it.

She kissed him softly, remembering everything about his lips at that time. He was holding back. He would only allow the tip of his tongue to play with hers, but judging from how tightly the arm around her back held her still and the other hand on her head massaged her scalp, she knew it was only a matter of time before he gave in. Britain smiled as she opened her eyes and studied his expression. "So what do you wanna do?"

Dave could still feel the soft way she allowed her tongue to trace his bottom lip as he tried to speak. "It's kinda hard to think with you licking my lips like that." His voice was a deep whisper that he tried his best to control.

"Sorry. I don't know what to do with my tongue…it has a mind of its own."

A soft chuckle came from his throat. "Oh, I can give you something to do with your tongue." It was just that little bit of sarcastic humor that he knew she would appreciate. Even if she did have rules, he knew she would enjoy a good pun when she heard one.

She smiled and rested her head on his chest. "That's for you to do."

"Oh, I will."

Britain lifted her head and looked at him confused. "Speaking of tongues, what happened to the tongue ring?" She had noticed it was missing earlier when they kissed, but she didn't want to say anything in front of his friends. It was one of the highlights of her memories…it helped seal the deal when she agreed to come; and now it was gone.

"I took it out." He answered defeated.

Britain didn't grow up a daddy's girl for nothing. She had a whine that would make any man want to give her the world. "Why?"

"My daughter, Maddy, asked me to. Her exact words were, 'Daddy, you're too old to have a tongue ring'." Dave made a face and changed his voice to mock that of his thirteen year old. "So I did."

"And you listened to you her? Are you crazy?" She couldn't believe it. This thirteen year old had the power, now only if Britain could convince this child to use her powers for good. "She's a child. She obviously doesn't understand the importance of a tongue piercing."

Dave raised his brow with smirk. "And what exactly is the importance of it?"

"It's important because I liked it. I really, really liked it."

He could watch her pout for days. The way her lip poked out ever so slightly and the soft way her brows came together, creating soft lines on her forehead melted his insides. He could almost imagine what she looked like as a little girl. "I'll let you in on a little secret." He put his hand on the sides of her face and held it just above his. "It wasn't the tongue ring...it was the tongue."

She kissed him again, but still nothing. His hands wouldn't travel below her head. Although she enjoyed feeling his hands playing in her hair and the way he held her face, she wanted to feel those same hands a little lower on her body.

"What?" There was that pout again. He knew exactly what he was doing. If she thought she could just waltz back into his life and take advantage of him, she was right, but he would make her sweat it out a little.

Britain tried to figure him out. She knew it was a game, but she wasn't quite sure what the game was or what the rules were. "Why won't you touch me?" She held a devilish smirk on her face, letting him know instantly that she could play with the big boys.

"I am touching you." He raised his eyebrow sarcastically.

She ran her tongue over her teeth and made a clucking noise. She nodded her head as she figured out exactly what he was doing. "Are you playing hard to get?"

Dave shook his head and smiled. "No…I'm playing hard to want."

Checkmate. The first rule in seduction is never to give away your game plan. Her brain worked like a well oiled machine and then a slow smile crossed her lips. "Oh really?" She rolled off of him and sat up. "You seem to think that I need you." Britain made it very clear by the tone of her voice that she didn't need a man, ever.

He turned his head toward her, not quite sure of what she meant by that. "Yeah?" He watched as she got off the bed and he was suddenly confused. It was a friendly game of driving her crazy, but it was now taking a turn in the wrong direction. "Where are you going?"

Britain walked over to her bag and found what she was looking for. With a smile on her face, she held up the object and nodded. "I can do this all by myself."

Dave was somewhere between extremely turned on and curious. "You wouldn't."

She returned to the bed and held her head in away to let him know that she was ignoring him. "You think I won't? You really don't know me."

He was right there; a real live man with working manly parts, but she was going to settle for silicone and batteries? "You wouldn't." He repeated in disbelief.

Britain turned to him and smiled. "Watch and learn." If Dave Batista wanted to play games, she was going to show him that she was the mistress of all games. He may have been just as pretty and just as sexy as she was, but she had the upper hand. No one one-upped Britain Weis.

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A human male could only take so much, especially when there was a beautiful half-naked woman in the bed with him, touching herself and not allowing him to partake in the festivities. He listened painfully to the way her breathing changed and the soft whimpers that came from her voice. He watched the gentle way her hands roamed and the speed at which she preferred to bring herself to an orgasm. He had already attempted several times to touch her and each time he was greeted by the same response: "You see with your eyes, not with your hands." He was losing this game and he knew it, but at that moment he didn't care anymore. He would get her back another way.

Dave let his hand cover hers and slowly he removed his competition. Before she could protest, he covered her body with his and kissed her deeply. He could feel her legs wrapping themselves around his hips and the way her hands caressed his back, it was enough to drive him crazy. But in order for his plan to work, he had to drive her crazy first. Dave took Britain's hands and stretched them toward the headboard. He made sure that she grabbed on to it before he would kiss her below the neck.

As soon as he untied her nightie, he felt those offending fingers touch his arm. He looked at her sternly and shook his head. "Leave them up there." He said softly while parting the garment so he could see her breasts.

Britain sucked in her breath as soon as she felt his mouth touch her breast. This man had the power to send chills and electric currents through her body at the same time. She really didn't mean to remove her hands, but she couldn't help it. She had to touch his head and guide him to where she wanted him. When he looked at her again, she smiled like a kid who was just caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"If you let go of that headboard again, I'm gonna have to tie your hands to it." It was an idle threat and he knew it, but this game was about power and who could drive who the craziest.

Britain bit her lip. No matter what he was doing to her, she couldn't let him know that she was struggling to keep the upper hand. "I might like that."

Dave raised his brow. Oh shit. The prospect had infinite possibilities. "You like to be tied be up?" He asked in a low voice studying the look on her face to see if she were serious or not.

The lazy way she let her tongue dance across her teeth told him more than her words ever could. "Try it and see."

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Britain had been tied up with a number of things in her life: handkerchiefs; scarves; and one time a rope, which she wouldn't do again because it left marks; but never had she had her own panties used as her binding. It was interesting; he was a resourceful bastard if nothing else.

"Is it too tight?" Dave asked seriously. He was all for new and fun kinky things, but not to the point where anyone got hurt. He wanted it to be something they both could enjoy without crossing that line of pain or sexual assault. Sometimes, those lines got blurred in the heat of passion.

Why do you care? She knew she liked him, but she couldn't let herself believe that he was as decent and caring as he appeared. Granted, people that tie other people to a bed with their underwear don't really scream 'caring', but, he did seem to care enough to make sure she was comfortable. "No."

"Can you take your hands out if you wanted to?"

She tugged on her binding and found that he had done it loose enough that she could slip her wrists out. "Uh-huh."

"If you want me to untie you, just tell me." He wanted her to know that he meant every word of that.

"It's fine, Dave." She whispered before leaning up to kiss him. She may have been tied to the headboard, but she was still winning this game.

Ten minutes later, she regretted letting him tie her up. She wanted…she needed to touch him. He was right about one thing; it definitely wasn't the tongue ring. She laid there helplessly struggling not to give in to him. He had positioned her legs so that she couldn't move her pelvis and her hands were tied to the headboard. She had no choice but to feel everything he did forcing her to end entirely too quickly.

He smiled when she called his name and felt her body change. He could feel the muscles in her legs stiffen and saw the way her stomach clinched and then suddenly everything went limp. Although he succeeded in his mission, he was far from over.

If he didn't get inside of her soon, she was going to kill him. No matter how much she begged him, he wouldn't stop. She had never been good at multiple orgasms this way, not with direct contact on her most sensitive spot. She knew that number two was going to going to be massive. "Dave, please…"

He smiled up at her and shook his head, after all, she was tied to the headboard…she couldn't stop him. "I wanna do this some more." In his mind he had already won the power struggle, and with a quick glance to the left, he knew exactly what to do to nail the coffin in this casket. Dave eyed the object, formerly his competition, carefully and then decided to turn it on. The look on her face was priceless.

Britain was sure she was going to die from sensory overload. Not only was this object vibrating in her, moving at a delicious pace that he controlled, but his fucking tongue was just as immaculate as it had ever been. If she didn't spontaneously combust when she came this time, it would be a miracle. "Oh you…fuck…" She tried to form a sentence, but it wasn't working. This bastard was good; really good.

Dave watched with child-like eyes as her face took on every emotion. If he didn't know better he would swear she had tears in her eyes. He hadn't heard sounds like that come from her before and each moan threatened to make him end, even though no one had touched him yet. He watched her hands and how they gripped the headboard, opening and closing around the wooden planks. He saw how her eye color changed; they were a pale blue now, not so much grey anymore. He knew what was going to happen next.

"Dave…dammit…" She groaned as she tried to get on top of how much her body needed to release, but it was like trying to stop a dam from breaking; there was no way to control all of that emotion. "You motherfucker…shit…" And with that her body went limp, except for the aftershocks, which she swore would happen well into the next morning.

He was triumphant and his cocky smile proved that point. "That's the face I wanted to see." He kissed his way up to her lips and ran his thumb over the few loose tears that escaped her eyes. "Are you ok?" He would die if he hurt her, that wasn't his intention at all.

She nodded with a smile. "Oh my God. How did you…where did you…shit." That's all her brain could produce. She had the orgasm to end all orgasm; she finally had the one that robbed her of her senses. And while she was still recovering, she felt her body give in as soon as he entered her; his lips on hers was the icing on the cake.

She was even more beautiful then he remembered. He could stay inside of her for the rest of life and be a happy man. How was it that he could have been without her so long? And why the hell did it take him so long to call her after he knew what being with her was like. Dave Batista didn't fall in love. He loved women, but he had never been in love with one. Whether this was love or lust, he was extremely privileged to share it with this amazing woman.

Dave reached up and untied her hands. He wanted to feel her arm around him. As soon as those hands, with their feather light touches, traced his back and shoulders he knew he was in trouble. He hadn't known her that long, but already she was an addiction. He couldn't, no, he wouldn't do without her; the laws of nature forbade it. Everything about her was perfect to him. She had a quick wit and a potty mouth, much like his own. She could be shy and demure or wild and the life of the party. She was fun, young and sassy; she was sexy, smart and beautiful. She could talk to him about anything from cartoons to football. She was well-traveled and cultured, she was a daddy's girl and scared to death of getting close to someone. She was youth, she was beauty, and she was what he wanted.

Britain made the mistake of looking into his eyes. There was an overwhelming sense of fear that clouded her brain. Part of her wanted to just enjoy spending time with him, but the other part knew how detrimental that could be. She wore heart on her sleeve, she was quick to fall for a man and every time it ended with her heart in a blender. She thought she had perfected the art of detachment, but it was something about this man that made her want to try, but trying left her vulnerable. There had been too many times that she had done anything and everything for someone to love her. She had humiliated herself, degraded herself, and completely lost herself, so that someone would think she was special. She knew that the only man she would ever matter to was her daddy, but there was still a part of her that hoped.

Dave noticed how quickly she turned her eyes from his. She was afraid, he could smell it, but so was he. He had so many things riding on his shoulders. He had already put his daughters through two failed marriages and two girlfriends that they hated with a passion. He didn't want to get to close to anyone for fear that his girls wouldn't like them. His career was finally blowing up and he was busier than he'd ever been. He didn't have time to get swept away in a whirlwind romance. His friends were important to him and though he hadn't talked to them about her yet, he knew how important their opinion was. But looking at her face, none of that mattered anymore. He liked her, he liked her a lot, and he wanted to see how far they could go. "Look at me."

She was hesitant, but she did. She watched his face and saw everything he was thinking in his eyes. Jericho said he was a good guy, so didn't she owe it to herself to try? What's the worst that could happen? She'd end up crying and depressed for a few weeks, then go right back to partying like she always did. She could move forward without giving too much of herself. She could hold back just enough that she wouldn't be completely annihilated when it ended...because it always ended. But as soon as his lips touched hers, she didn't know if it holding back was possible.

Dave's movements changed. This was no longer about physical pleasure for him; it was about getting closer to her. His strokes became slower and more concentrated, he relished in the feel of her hands on his body and her lips and tongue dancing with his. How did he go from fucking her to making love to her that quickly? It was just a look, but that look said so much.

In the afterglow, Dave pulled her his chest and breathed in her scent. Her hair was softer than it ever was before, her skin was smoother; everything about her was more pronounced. He didn't catch feelings, not like these and especially not this quickly. He knew it was going to be a challenge, he knew there were things that she didn't want him to know. There was a reason she was always running and he just hoped that what he was feeling was strong enough for him to stay.

Britain may have allowed him to win the struggle in bed, but he was winning the struggle for her heart all by himself.