It's a media day for the Superstars and Divas but I've come into the office anyway. I needed to keep up with paperwork if I wanted to actually be successful at what I do. The paperwork is just as, if not more important, than the 'sessions' themselves.
All of a sudden, in the midst of my otherwise silent day, the locker room next door slams shut. Then, the walls start shaking and there's yelling. It's only when I hear "God fucking damn it, Renee! Are you fucking stupid?!" that I know I have to step in. It's a good thing I know Dean would never swing on a female in a million years.
I sent him a text. 'My office, Dean. Now. I'm next door on the left.' He knows I mean business and I'm one figure of authority that he's NEVER tested his limits with. As soon as I have him in my office with the door locked, I text Renee and tell her to quietly go ahead and leave the room.
When I hear the very discreet, very quiet sound of his locker room opening and shutting, I know it's safe. I just wanted Renee out of harms way while I get him to chill out.
He's been pacing in front of me for the past at least 5 minutes. Pulling on his hair and mumbling to himself. I clear my throat to catch his attention. He stops mid-pace to look at me.
"Park it, Dean." He won't listen to a word I have to say if I'm not forceful, confident, and blunt with him.
He drops into the chair in front of my desk and I lean towards him. "Now. What is going on?" I ask him.
"Fucking Renee, man. She fucking told some stupid interview person that we were together. Without discussing it with me first! God, she pisses me off!" He starts to do some heavy rocking back and forth in an office chair that obviously doesn't have the capacity for that movement.
"Dean, girls like Renee who support you and love you under zero stipulations is a hard fucking girl to come by. You should be counting your fucking blessings, not being pissy like a scared little bitch because she wants to share her love for you with the whole world. For once in your fucking life, suck it up Dean!" I knew that would give me enough leverage to make him open up to me.
He finally stops rocking back and forth, looks me in the eye and takes a deep steadying breath. For a split second, I'm captivated by the way his chest rises and falls; his ribcage opening to its capacity to fill his lungs, and then contracting back into place. I'm trying my best to remember he has a girlfriend. Hell, I'd tap her ass in a fucking heartbeat, too. If she'd let me, that is.
"Now, why does it bother you so much that Renee spilled the beans on your relationship? All of us backstage have known for months?" With Dean, it's better to get right to the point.
'Therapy first, sex later.' I repeatedly have to remind myself of that. So many times I've let my own sexual desires and fantasies take precedence over what I'm actually here to do. I can't do that with Dean, though. He really and truly needs the therapeutic aspect just as much as the sexual contact aspect.
"Honestly? I think it's just because I didn't have control over it. I need to feel like I can control everything in my life and when I didn't have control of one part of it, I lost it. I know she doesn't need permission to tell anyone anything, but I needed that control and she took it from me. I didn't handle it right and I know that."
He can't look at me as he spills his thoughts to me. I can tell he's uncomfortable. I decide to test him a little.
"If you need so much control, why did you jump when I said 'jump'? Huh? Why can I control you so easily? You're like my little puppet on fucking strings, Dean. Why is that?"
As I speak, I make him look at me. I slowly unbutton my blouse 1 by 1 with every word. His eyes start to flutter back and forth between my tits and my face. He's losing control again and he knows it. He knows he's about to lose the game. If I can just push him that much further, he'll do exactly what I want him to. What is it that I want? I want him to take me. I want him to lose control and ravage my body. I want him to exert that pent up energy on me.
"Eyes up here, Deanie baby. You are NOT in control here. You understand?" With my blouse completely unbuttoned, I slam my palms down on my desk top. My tits mere inches from his face. He raises his right hand toward my breast, but I catch it before he can make contact.
"Ah ah ah. I told you, you don't make the rules in this office. That's up to me." I smirk at him devilishly. He matches my smirk and before I know what's coming, he stands, snatches his hand out of my grasp, and kisses me for all its worth. Our tongues twist and twirl in a dirty tango.
As we detach from one another, my eyes widen in disbelief. 'He just kissed me?' I'm so confused now. He grabs me by the hair and guides me around my desk toward him. Once I'm standing in front of him, he not-so-gently guides me to my knees. Then, he pushes his still jean clad hips against my face. My skin tender compared to the rough material and metallic zipper.
"Get it out. You're gonna suck my cock for all you're worth. Got it?" I scramble to open his pants and release his length. He clenches the fist still holding my hair.
"I said... Got it?!" He pulls backward, arching my neck as far as it will go so we make eye contact.
"Y-yes. Yes Dean." My pussy lips quiver. Holy shit I can't wait for this!
He uses his free hand to smack his cock against the side of my face. Then, he holds his cock up out of the way and guides my face to his ball sack. The heavy, sweaty, sack drags all over my face. My chin, my lips, under my nose, everywhere.
"Yeah, you like that? Huh, you like being humiliated? Not knowing what to expect? Suck my balls baby. Suck 'em real good, Renee."
Fuck, he thinks he's punishing Renee for what she did. That's hot as fuck! I take one long, hard suck on both his balls at once. He praises me. Still calling me his girlfriends name.
"Now suck my fucking dick." He demands as he pulls me off his sack and back up to his angry red, thick shaft.
I take only the head at first. Sucking harshly. "Ow, you bitch! Not so fucking hard!"
With that, he shoves me down the rest of his cock. He laughs mockingly when I gag. He tilts my head back just enough that I have no choice but to look at him while he murders my throat. He smiles down at me as my eyes water.
My pussy continues to pulse and lube itself up. I need him inside me. I feel like I'm dying down here. Then, he shoots a massive load down my throat; pulling out after to watch me swallow it, then shoving back in to make me clean him off.
He then takes the hand from my hair, placing his other hand across my throat and pushing me to lie on my back. He keeps his grip on my throat as he bottoms out inside my wetness with one powerful, breath taking stroke. His other hand keeping his leverage over me. I'm literally surrounded by Dean fucking Ambrose.
As soon as he bottoms out, he jackhammers inside me. Short, staccato punching movements against my walls. He squeezes my throat randomly. He only speaks to me when my pussy tightens around him, releasing more of my wetness.
All of a sudden, my back arches and my eyes roll. Then, all sensation stops. He rips himself out of me and releases my throat.
"Fuck that. You think after the stunt you pulled, I'm gonna let you have your petty release? Hell no. Make that pussy work. Hold that shit. You will cum when I say you can, Renee." I feel no need to correct him on who I actually am. This is what he needs and that's what I was hired for.
I whimper though as my release ebbs away. Once he sees I'm calm again, he slides down my body. Watching me until his eyes are barely visible over my mound and I feel his breath against my already too sensitive center.
Without warning, he eats me out like a fucking rabid dog. His teeth rubbing against my inner labia, his tongue slobbering all over my hole and the surrounding skin. God, he's good with his mouth!
Then, he slides a finger inside me; adding to the already intense pleasure. I'm effectively distracted by the time he presses his thumb against my ass hole. It flutters against his touch, ultimately trying to suck him in. Then, I have digits in both holes as he slides his thumb into my ass. Very small movements, almost undetectable until his whole thumb is in. He jackhammers them both in and out of me like he had done with his much larger shaft a mere 5 minutes ago.
With the hand that was holding his body over mine, he smacks and pulls at my breasts. His lower body drops onto mine, pinning me underneath his as he has his way with me.
Finally, I've had too much and my legs start to tremble. My hands scratching at the floor beneath me. My head lolling from side to side and my eyes glazing.
He stops all movement again and grabs my chin. I'm facing his direction but he knows I'm not all there. So he gives me one simple command.
"Cum. Cum for me, Renee. Apologize to me for your wrong doing. Cum."
My pussy lets go and I squirt halfway across the damn room; covering deans chest and neck in it.
And then, when I come to, he's gone.
I must find Renee. If I can move.