I have another chapter for you, my lovely readers. I don't know but right now it's just flowing and I need to use that to full capacity lol
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And once again thank you to ShannonTheAwesomeOne for the inspiration and for brainstorming with me. There are a few lines in this chapter that you came up with. THANK YOU, TOOTS¨
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Chapter 5: Fight for this love
When Shannon woke up the next morning, she tried to move but she was stopped by two strong arms which were wrapped around her mid-section. Her eyes fluttered open and she had to blink a few times to get used to the brightness of the sun that was shining through the curtains of her room.
As soon as she smelled Dean's scent, memories of the night before returned. It had been the first time that he'd taken his time to please her. He'd never been the kind of guy who cared about foreplay. But this time had been different. He had given her the attention she needed, placing kisses all over her body and even experimenting with that ice cube. He would never be anything but rough when it came to the sex itself, but that didn't bother Shannon one bit.
His nose was buried in her hair, his breath steady and calming. The butterflies in her stomach were acting up once again. He stayed. He didn't leave. She was lying in the arms of the man she was about to fall in love with. A huge smile spread across her face. Maybe he finally made up his mind. Maybe he wanted her as bad as she wanted him.
She tried to move again, this time successfully. Dean turned on his back, snoring quietly, which made her giggle.
She propped herself up and watched him over from head to toe. The blanket that should be covering him was lying on the floor next to the bed, giving her the possibility to stare at his naked body and memorizing each and every inch of it. He was such a handsome and sexy man, it was unbelievable.
She noticed the scarves that were still within reach, a mischievous grin on her face now. Payback's a bitch, she thought and leaned over to get the scarves they had been using the night before.
She moved slowly and cautiously, not wanting to wake him up just yet. Taking his right wrist carefully, she fixed the first scarf around it and tied him up to the headboard of the bed. She did the same with his other wrist, this time more quickly as she realized that he started shifting his body slightly, his eyelids fighting to stay shut, but he lost.
As soon as he had opened his eyes completely, he looked at her in confusion. Why was he still here? Why hadn't he left as he always did? And why the fuck was she grinning at him like a psychopath?
When he realized that he wasn't able to move his arms, he turned his head to the side only to see that he was tied up to the bed, just like she had the night before.
"So, you dirty little bitch, want to play that game now, huh?" he asked after turning back to look at her, a smirk on his face.
He waited for her to react, but nothing happened for a few moments. She just looked at him, keeping a straight face. She couldn't get enough of the sight of him, all helpless and not being able to control things as he had done so many times before.
She suddenly grabbed him by the throat, making him yelp in surprise. She moved her body so that she could look directly into his eyes.
"Who's the dirty bitch today? Who is it? Tell me, Dean?" She smiled at him victoriously when he didn't know what to answer. He remained silent, unsure what she was about to do next. He knew she had always been the dominating part before they met, but this was the first time he was submissive and he had a hard time accepting this.
"Answer me," she said, a demanding tone in her voice. When he still didn't reply, she loosened the tight grip on his throat and pinched his nipple roughly, making him breathe in sharply.
"I am, for fuck's sake, I'm the dirty bitch," he yelled, the look on his face not readable. He sounded angry and pissed off, but when Shannon realized that his cock was starting to get hard, she was sure that he was enjoying this as much as she was.
She pinched his other nipple while biting his neck, a moan escaping his lips. He allowed his body to relax, his head finally accepting that he wasn't the one in charge this time. He tried to relish the sweet torture as much as possible, giving her full control over his body.
She traced his slightly visible abs with her fingernails, nibbling on his earlobe and smiling to herself when he tried to move his hands again. It felt good knowing that he was suffering just as much as she had the day before.
She let go of him, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. He watched her every move, his body tensing up and in desperate need of her touch. He followed her gaze, swallowing hard when he saw how she was spreading his legs and moving in between them.
She clasped his hard member with her hand, very slowly stroking him. Once, then twice before she stopped again. She lowered her head, her eyes never leaving his in the process.
She stuck out her tongue, the tip of it circling the head of his throbbing length. He let out a soft moan, biting his bottom lip in pleasure.
"You like that, baby?" she asked, tracing his hard cock with her tongue, starting from his balls, along his shaft up to its head.
"Fuck yeah," he panted, lifting his head so that he had a better view. He started to enjoy this. He liked the feeling of being used, of someone else controlling his body. He had never thought something like this would ever happen, but yet again Shannon showed him that with her, everything was so much different.
Inch by inch she took him into her mouth, almost making her gag as she took him as deep as she could.
"God babe...oh...fuck," he whimpered, the sight of his dick filling her mouth too much for him to handle.
There was nothing better than a good blowjob and Shannon knew exactly how to get the job done. He remembered the one time she almost made him cum by sucking him off, only to let him ejaculate on her face and into her mouth. These memories would never leave his mind.
He tried to move his hips so that he could thrust into her mouth more deeply, but she suddenly pushed them down with all of her power, looking at him disapprovingly. She moved her head up again, shaking it and frowning.
"Don't you dare do that again," she said, stroking his hard member at a steady pace and licking her lips seductively.
He sighed heavily, wanting her to continue sucking his dick. He felt as if he was about to explode, his cock had never been this hard before. At least that was how it felt like.
She recognized that he had a hard time controlling himself. That he wanted more. Needed more.
"What is it, Dean? Is there anything you want to tell me?" she asked, being all sassy, a devilish smile on her face.
He shot her a death glare, cursing her for giving him some of his own medicine. But he had to give in. He just had to. Because he knew that she could for sure prolong this as long as she wanted to.
"Suck my dick, bitch," he gasped, having trouble controlling his breathing. Shannon ignored the fact he talked dirty to her, she was taking his role now, but she didn't want to make him suffer any longer. It was satisfying enough that he had to beg her for more.
Again she lowered her head, taking his cock between her lips and moving up and down, slowly at first, but speeding up shortly afterwards. She supported her actions with her hand, stroking his shaft while pleasuring him with her tongue.
She could feel how he was still trying to push his hips towards her, but this time she let him. She let him fuck her mouth because she loved it. She loved the look on his face while he was thrusting his hard member into her hot and wet mouth.
As soon as she realized that his body tensed up, she immediately stopped. She didn't want him to cum yet. She had other things in mind.
"I'm not done with you yet," she said, the look in her eyes reflection pure lust. She would give him one hell of a show. She wanted to prove herself to him. She'd never had the possibility to show him her dominating side. And now she had him where she wanted him.
She lifted her body a little more, the position she was in now uncomfortable, but she didn't care. She wanted him to enjoy this, even if it meant that she had to work hard for it.
He watched in awe when she pressed his erection in between her breasts, slowly moving up down. He had done a lot of dirty things, but he had never experienced something like this before. And that was a first: Shannon O'Brien was the first woman Dean Ambrose tit-fucked and it was absolutely mind-blowing to him. The saliva she had left on his cock served as some kind of lubricant, making him move between her breasts more easily.
"Shannon...damn," he moaned, not believing his eyes. The sight of this alone was enough to make him cum. And she felt it. She felt that his hard length started throbbing even more now. A sign for her to stop. She wanted to have her share of pleasure as well.
He tried to rip the scarves off of his wrist, wanting to pull her down again so that she would continue. He wanted to get off. He wanted to cum between her tits.
"Stop it," she warned, looking at him sternly. She saw in his eyes that he was pleading her to go on. He didn't want her to stop. He needed more. But he would never beg her to make him cum. He would never show her any weakness.
She crawled on top of him, placing her legs on each side of his mid-section. She placed her lips onto his, kissing him feverishly, their tongues dancing with each other furiously.
When she started grinding her wet opening against the tip of his hard erection, he almost lost it.
"You little slut," he said, swallowing hard. She just smirked at him, feeling powerful and dominating.
She kept teasing him, taking his shaft into one of her hands and rubbing it against her clit. She closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips. She grew impatient herself, the fact that Dean was moving his crotch against hers not helping. She let go of him, straightened up and looked deep into his eyes when she lowered herself onto his hard cock, absorbing it into her wetness inch by inch, very slowly. She started moving agonizingly slow, up and down, back and forth. The feeling of his throbbing length inside of her was overwhelming.
Dean was irritated by the scarves that prevented him from touching her. He wanted to feel her, grab her by the hips and hold her in place. But instead he had to watch how she kneaded her breast with her left hand while the other one was rubbing her clit frantically. She licked her lips before chewing on the bottom one, driving him even more insane.
She was riding him at a fast and steady pace now, the sensational feeling building up deep inside of her. She could feel that Dean wouldn't last much longer, he had been close before and the throbbing of his hard member made her realize that he was close to his climax.
She sped up once again, riding him fast. Her walls started tightening around his cock, she was about to reach her peak, but it felt like an eternity until she was finally there. She screamed his name out loud, making him move his hips against her wet mound, thrusting into her forcefully.
It took him only a few more intense thrusts until he had his own orgasm, squirting his cum deep into her wetness while groaning in pleasure. She collapsed on top of him with him still inside of her, placing her head next to his, their hair all sweaty.
They remained in that position for a few more minutes, both of them trying to catch their breaths.
Dean still couldn't believe that Shannon had forced him into being submissive. She was the first woman to ever do this. But he had to admit that he liked it. It felt good to just enjoy for once, not being responsible for pleasing someone else but himself.
"You'd better get off of me now. I don't really like the feeling of having your juices mixed with my cum running down my legs," he said, biting her earlobe to make her move.
She giggled and straightened up, making him slide out of her slowly before finally untying him. She moved to her nightstand, grabbing the Kleenex box and handing it to him so that he could clean himself up.
When he was done, he looked at her, a smirk on his face. "You were still the dirty little bitch today," he said, laughing when she gave him the middle finger.
"But you liked it," she replied, her heart melting when she saw him smile contentedly.
"That is an understatement. But don't you dare tell someone I let you have control over me. I have a reputation to maintain," he laughed, winking at her.
She joined him in his laughter, moving closer to him and working up the courage to place a sweet kiss on his lips.
"I'm gonna have a shower. I'll be right back," she whispered into his ear, sending chills up and down his spine.
He watched her exit the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He still didn't know why he was still there. It was a scary thought, but he had to admit that he felt comfortable with her. He didn't want to leave. But he had to. It was for the best. And now was the perfect moment to do so. It was now or never.
...
30 minutes later, Shannon made her way over to the kitchen, only wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping wet.
She could smell coffee and bacon, making her stomach rumble immediately.
She was stunned when she saw Dean in front of the stove, preparing scrambled eggs and the bacon she had smelled before.
"Hey," she said quietly, a huge smile on her face. He was dressed only in his boxers, his hair still messy. She liked to call it his sex hair because it always gave away that he just had a really good time.
"Hi, there you are," he said after turning around to face her.
He had decided to stay. He knew that when he would leave her again, he would never be able to come back again. And he didn't want to risk that. He didn't want to risk losing her.
"What are you doing?" she asked, the question was silly as it was obvious that he was preparing breakfast.
"What does it look like, toots? I actually wanted to get us something from Starbucks but when I saw that your fridge was full of food, I decided to cook something for us. And I was too lazy to get dressed anyway," he said, smiling at her.
She closed the distance between them, pressing her chest against his back, placing her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his mid-section.
"That smells good," she said, kissing his neck.
All of this felt so perfect. It felt as if they belonged together. Like they were in love. But she didn't want to think about this too much. She was still cautious when it came to his feelings towards her. She just enjoyed the moment.
"Would you set the table, babe?" he asked, bringing her back to reality.
She just nodded her head, let go of him and took out the plates. It was great to have him there with her. She wouldn't want to miss this for anything in the world. She was on cloud nine. She was...in love?!
...
After breakfast they snuggled up to each other on the couch, watching a movie and just enjoying each other's company. Being in his arms was more than she could ask for. He hadn't run away. He was still there with her. And that made her the happiest girl on earth. Hell, it made her the happiest girl in the universe.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door, making her groan in annoyance. Who the fuck would want to disturb her now? She was having the time of her life, although it was only watching TV with the man she adored, but it was still special to her.
Dean let go of her so that she could make her way over to the door, opening it slowly. She was surprised to see it was Gavin. She totally forgot about him, she had to admit remorseful.
"Hey. You wanted to get back to me, didn't you?" he asked annoyed and a little heartbroken but he didn't want her to know that. "And as it's already 4pm, I thought I might as well come by and..."
He trailed off when he saw the look in her eyes.
"He's still here, isn't he?" he asked, more to himself than her.
When she nodded her head yes, he suddenly shoved her to the side and made his way into her apartment.
He saw Dean sitting on the couch, his eyes focusing on the TV screen and not realizing that another person was in the room.
"What the fuck are you still doing here?" Gavin asked, his heart beating fast in his chest, his hands all sweaty.
Dean turned his head towards the brown-haired man and just smirked.
"What do you want, kiddo?" he asked, raising an eye-brow at the younger man, waiting for him to reply.
"Gavin...," Shannon started but was immediately interrupted by her new-found friend.
"No Shannon, let me finish this now," he barked at her before focusing on Dean again. "Tell her what you're here for, Ambrose. Or don't you have the guts to be honest with her?"
Dean just stared at Gavin, not saying a word. Who in the hell did that guy think he was?
All of a sudden the last two days kept rewinding in his mind. The sex with her. The sex had been different than the times before. More...intimate. The fact that he had spent the night with her, waking up in her bed, with her tying him to the headboard. The kisses they'd shared. Him cooking breakfast for her. Cuddling on the couch and watching movies.
The moment he realized that he was acting like a boyfriend, the alarm bells went off in him.
He jumped off of the couch, ran into her bedroom and came out again 2 minutes later with his bag over his shoulder. He didn't even look at her when he rushed out of the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him.
Shannon just looked at the closed door, completely shocked. What had just happened? Why did he leave?
"It's for the better, sweetheart," Gavin said, almost in a whisper. He moved closer to her and tried to hug her but she just pushed him away, anger reflecting in her eyes.
"Fuck you! All of this is your fault. You ruined it all. He was finally starting to fall for me...and you just fucked everything up," she yelled at him before slapping him in the face.
He tried to stop her from hitting him, taking her hands into his and shoving her against a wall, pinning her hands over her head.
Tears were streaming down her face and she started sobbing uncontrollably. He really couldn't read her face. She seemed to be angry, devastated and exhausted all at the same time. She looked heartbroken. And that in return broke his heart. Because she accused him of being the one to ruin everything. With a man that didn't love her.
She tried to fight him, not wanting him so close to her. But he was stronger than her, holding her in place.
"Listen to me now," he demanded, looking deep into her eyes, a stern look on his face. "Shannon, what do you think this guy is doing here each and every time he's around? Let me tell you something, he's just acting like a good guy only to make you stay with him. Because he knows that every time he snaps his fingers, you are right there to do what he wants you to do. He is trying to manipulate you. He's in control not only of your fucking libido, but of your head and heart as well. And all he wants is sex. He just enjoys fucking you. Dean doesn't love you! He doesn't treat you how you deserve to be treated! You're an amazing woman who any man with a brain would be happy to call you his! He just doesn't love you, dang it! I do!"
Suddenly there was an uncomfortable silence between them. Shannon's sobbing stopped immediately, she looked at him wide-eyed. What did he just tell her? He loved her?
The moment Gavin realized what he had just said, he blushed and broke the eye-contact. He didn't mean to tell her. Especially not in that kind of situation. He let go of her hands and took a step back, swallowing hard. She still just looked at him dumbfounded. Too many thoughts were running through her head, confusing her. She couldn't think straight anymore.
"Wow, I honestly didn't know... Gavin, I like you a lot, you're like a brother to me and..." she started, finally breaking the silence.
"I understand," he immediately replied, all of a sudden shoving her to the side gently, wanting to leave as fast as he could.
"No, you don't. Stay," she said, her voice loud and firm. "Please let me think about this. I don't know what my feelings are doing at the moment. Dean just left and now you're here telling me you...you love me...I need some time to think things through."
Gavin just nodded his head, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. He wasn't sure if telling her was a good idea. She seemed even more confused now than she had before. And not only was he afraid she wouldn't return the feelings, but also that he might have ruined their friendship.
"I'd better get going now. Think about it, Shannon. Find out about your feelings, about what is best for you. Let your heart decide. And never forget that Dean will never be able to give you what I can."
And with that being said, he opened the front door, glanced at her intently and made his way out of her apartment.
He closed his eyes as soon as he had closed the door behind him, shaking his head and sighing heavily. What had he done? What had just happened? He was afraid of losing her. Not only as a friend, but also to Dean Ambrose.
And that would kill him. It would rip his heart apart. But he was determined to fight for her. He wouldn't have that beefcake steal his girl away from him. He would win Shannon's heart. He was sure of that.