this chapter's a little weird, don't know if you guys will like it - it's mostly from Amy's point of view of things and there is a kinky sex scene, just filling and you guys are gagging for an update, enjoy beautiful people!
Phoebe managed to slip into the bathroom without any hassle, Punk had eventually caught her eye and shot her an icy stare however she was fortunate enough to not get any smart ass remark from him. He seemed genuinely happy within his circle of friends Phoebe had no doubt that he was probably talking about her, something about her being incompetent or whatever else she was, regardless of how the night went; people constantly throwing questions at him, Triple H announcing the match for Summerslam live in the ring, Creative being cryptic about any future plans – he seemed pretty content at the minute and she couldn't help but feel like she was about to ruin it with a matter of minutes.
As she stepped into the bathroom she realised that it was just her and Amy – the perks of grabbing Mexican delicacies at midnight. Phoebe waited patiently by the bathroom sinks, checking her appearance and lightly touching up on her make-up, not that she needed to – she just needed something to distract her while she thought about how she was going to go about this.
By the time Phoebe put her away mascara away she saw Amy exit her cubicle, she was startled by the fact that someone else was in the bathroom but a smile appeared on her face as she realised it was someone familiar.
"Hello, stranger – you know we saw you when we came in but it looked like you and Nick were getting pretty close," Amy must've witnessed the lip lock that her and Dolph were about to share, but Phoebe knew she couldn't talk about that right now.
"Yeah," a nervous laugh echoed within the 4 tiled walls, how was one supposed to bring up the fact that she saw her sleeping with someone else, cheating and lying to someone's face. "Listen, Amy – on Friday when we first met .. I saw … "
"Spit it out Phoebe, what is it?" Amy wasn't paying any attention to Phoebe as she hastily plastered on her lip gloss, Dolph's words echoed in her head, like ripping off a band aid.
"I-didn't-mean-to-but-I-came-into-your-hotel-room- and-saw-you-in-bed-with-another-guy!" that certainly grabbed Amy's attention, Phoebe spoke incredibly fast without taking in a single breathe but Amy heard her crystal clear. She didn't answer right away, instead thought about how she was going to go about this.
So, some little girl who works as my boyfriend's assistant has found out that I have been sleeping with another guy. Someone who gives me the love and attention that I need and deserve because my boyfriend can't do any of those things, constant mood swings and the relentless need to discuss work whenever we skyped or rang each other.
I felt guilty at first, but then again, it's true what people say, "what they don't know won't hurt them." I had met a guy named Matt a couple of months back at a gig, he was a genuinely nice person and appreciated new, unsigned bands and understood how hard it was when starting from the bottom. Sure Phil was supportive, but he was never 100% there – she never planned hooking up with him, but it happened, it was just sex at first, sex with no strings attached –but that never ends up well and I eventually realised that Matt was a special guy. Phil was a special guy too, why couldn't I have both?
I thought Matt and I were the only people that knew of my relationship with him and Phil, but I guess the stubby little troll got in the way of things and stuck her stuck up nose in our business. I felt sorry for her, I knew how hard it was to even have a conversation with Phil, let alone work for him, I gave her the benefit of the doubt but I soon saw what Phil meant by "infuriating, desperate bitch." I turned to look at the girl, she couldn't stand up to anyone if her life depended on it. I soon came to a sudden realisation that I had nothing to worry about, she didn't have shit on me – like she was ever going to tell Phil what she saw, and even If she did, who was he going to believe? I just had to play it cool because I had nothing to worry about.
"What do you want me to do?" Amy said nonchalantly, Phoebe's blood started to boil and had the sudden urge to smack the lip gloss out of her hand.
"Don't you have any shame? You're cheating on a guy you've been in a relationship for almost 3 years!" So she did her research on CM Punk and "Lita's" name seemed to pop up quite frequently.
"You have no absolutely no right sticking your nose into my business, what I do is no concern of yours. So just do everyone a favour and fuck off!" Phoebe was only inches away from Amy and had the sudden fear that she was about to beat her into a pulp – she had to remember that she was in fact face to face confronting a former wrestler, not diva, wrestler.
"Look Amy, I'm not the biggest fan of your boyfriend, he's an ass – "
"What did you say?"
"He's an ass. I shouldn't be defending him…"
"No you're right, you shouldn't so why are you ?"
"Because what you're doing is wrong, it's actually disgusting, and that fact that you're not even bothered, is actually pretty worrying."
"He – doesn't – even – like – you. I don't give a fuck what you think of me you stupid, judgemental bitch because I don't care. I do what I want and if you want to go tell Phil what you saw, that's fine, but you know deep down inside in that ugly little heart of yours that he's never going to believe you."
Phoebe only stared in disbelief, she was completely and utterly stunned, she knew that there was no way in hell she could get through to this woman, she was clearly deluded. She had nothing more left to say to Amy and decided that it was absolutely necessary to tell Punk what she saw, she had never felt so right about anything in her life. The only question was how?
She hurried back into the restaurant, nothing had changed except Phoebe felt flustered and in all honesty, aggravated and repulsed. She glanced over at Punk's table, he had a taco in his mouth but nevertheless he was happy. Phoebe also noticed that Colt was there and he was looking at her, sympathy, pity – was that a smile? Behind her, Phoebe heard the bathroom door open, pushing all thoughts aside she hurried to where Dolph was and saw 3 empty plates. She wasn't gone that long, was she?
"Sorry, hey, hey, what's the matter?"
Phoebe's voice broke, "Can we just go please?"
After Amy came out of the bathroom she had instantly lost her appetite, not that she had anything to worry about but she began to doubt her relationship with Matt. Should she tell Punk, was that the right thing to do? Apparently so. Settling on one taco she had asked Phil to take her back to the hotel. The only thing that seemed to settle well in her stomach was the fact that she saw how upset Phoebe had become, now she saw the satisfaction Phil got at work almost every day. Lucky guy.
Phoebe's words haunted her throughout the ride there and Phil kept nagging her with questions. She hated to admit it, but every word that little troll said was true. She hated feeling guilty she really did, every time she rang, texted, fucked Matt she would be thinking about Phil the whole time. What had she become? Amy would ask, every single time.
The two had reached the hotel and the decided to end the night like they always did – with sex.
Phil had excused himself and stepped inside of the bathroom to have a shower, meanwhile Amy lit some candles on either side of the bed and smiled to herself. Handcuffs were attached to the headboard and hidden by a pillow. He would never see it coming, she though – this is what she needed right now and all she had to do was wait. Amy knew exactly how to get Phil's attention – and that was what she got when he stepped out with only a towel around his waist, water droplets still clinging to his chest.
Punk ran his hand down his girlfriend's stomach and over her panties, his fingers playing lightly with the small nub he could feel through the fabric. Amy moaned and her hips bucked slightly. Punk couldn't help the smile that curled his lips. His eyes roamed over her nearly naked body and met her green eyes, dark with lust. He loved the way even his lightest touches made her come undone. He couldn't get enough of the brunette beauty that was laid out on the bed before him.
His fingers slid lower down; the fabric was moist to the touch. He pushed the fabric to the side and slid a finger inside her.
Amy arched off the bed, "Oh God, Phil, don't stop."
Punk smirked and pulled his finger out which made Amy whimper. He hooked his forefingers into the sides of the pale pink panties and pulled them down supple thighs. She kicked the panties to the floor as Punk stood up from the bed. He had just finished his shower after a long, stressful night and when he entered the room, he found his girlfriend laid out on the hotel bed nearly naked and waiting. He threw his towel off, he had just been so eager to feel her and was so glad he didn't have any clothes to discard, or else he would've came there and then.
Amy sat up, her long brunette hair cascading over her shoulders, and crawled forward. Punk watched as she moved, a look so predatory in her dark green eyes that it sent a chill of desire down his spine.
"Looks like you could use a little help," Amy said. Her finger skimmed over Phil's hip bones, she would pay for this later but she loved to tease. She pulled his body forward slightly, his bare feet gave in and he took the small step toward the woman on the bed.
A mischievous smirk on her plump red lips. "No touching," she said, wrapping his belt around his wrists and cinching it as tight as she could.
Punk grunted in an effort to break the binding on his wrists and looked up. Amy always loved taking control like that. He liked it. A lot.
Amy got off the bed and turned him around. A gentle push had him falling backward, landing softly on their bed. "We're going to try something new. Hands over your head," she commanded, her voice firm.
Punk did as he was told. Amy crawled up his body, a hand skimming over his erection. Her breasts brushed his skin as she moved up to sit just below his armpits. His fingers flexed, itching to touch his girlfriend. She leaned down, her hands placed just above his head, tucked into the pillows on either side of him. Her lips softly brushed his. He moved his hand to bring them around her neck, a desire to pull her close, needing to deepen the kiss, but his hands jerked back and Amy broke the kiss.
"So predictable." She her voice was sweet and held a bit of a laugh.
Punk looked up, his hands were fastened to the headboard. He was shocked to see the cuffs. "You should be a magician, with that sleight of hand."
She rolled her eyes but the smile on her face was genuine. "You are so cheesy sometimes." Her lips pressed against his, her hair caging his head and blotting out the flickering light of the candles.
He let his eyes close, the feeling of her naked body on his chest, her smooth lips pressed against his. She pulled back, licking his bottom lip before pushing her hair out of her face. His eyes opened when her weight lifted from his chest.
She pressed her hand over the bulge and Punk moaned, unable to stop the slight buck of his hips. He wanted more. She ran a finger along the inside of his thigh, making sure to keep her touches brief. Punk liked to torture her, it was her turn to turn the table. Punk whimpered as her finger ghosted over his weeping cock.
Amy bit her lip, she loved the sounds he made. With some reluctance she removed her hand.
"You are truly evil," Punk panted, his neck extended, trying to view her at the foot of their bed.
Amy smiled and quirked an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you're talking about, my love." She would never get used to the idea that he was hers, to do with as she pleased.
"Release my hands, and I'll show you exactly what I'm talking about." Punk's voice was deep and husky, just the way she loved it. It was firm and commanding. Normally it would be her undoing, but she was on a mission.
Amy grinned and moved closer to Punk, his body on display for her, an offering for the goddess he always treated her like. She dipped her head and ran her nose along the vein on the underside of his dick. Her eyes locked on to his as she took him in her mouth. Punk's hips bucked up, pushing him deeper, Amy placed a hand on his hip and pinched the tender flesh.
Amy released him with a pop, and he groaned.
"Choke me, and I'll leave you handcuffed to the bed."
She didn't need to tell him what the pinch was for, he received one almost every time she went down on him, but this time, she was in a unique position to leave him hard, weeping, and unable to do anything about it. She rather liked the cuffs.
"Amy," Punk growled when she ran her tongue around the head of this cock.
"What is it, my love?" she asked, her voice sweet and innocent
"I need to be inside you, come on, baby, release my hands." Punk's voice was desperate. Amy wrapped her hand around his cock and her thumb dipping slightly into the slit, pushing precum out.
"Say it." Her hand slid down the shaft, spreading the glistening liquid.
"Say what?"
"Don't play dumb Phillip, say it, or…" She let go of his dick and stood up from the end of the bed. "You'll just have to watch as I get off, knowing that you didn't cause it. And don't even think about coming, you won't get permission." She crawled across the bed and opened the bedside table.
"Oh fuck," Punk swore. "Fine, I'll say it."
Punk moaned and swallowed thickly, his eyes roaming over her body, pausing at her open legs.
"Say it."
"Chicago Blackhawks suck, the Florida Panthers are the true champions of ice hockey."
Amy raised her arms in triumph and laughed. "If it was going to be that easy, I would have tied you to the bed years ago." She kissed him on the lips and released the belt around his hands.
Phil sat up and tucked his legs under him, a smile of pure danger on his face. Amy's eyes went wide as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap, her legs placed on either side of his, straddling him. Amy let out a small squeak of shock. She should have known it was coming, but the strength that he was able to use to pull her to him still took her by surprise.
"I like it when you play dirty." Punk pushed inside her and she gasped.
A spark of pleasure shot through her body, building with each small thrust. It was slow but not gentle. Each forced thrust brought her a step closer to falling over the edge.
Punk's groans and grunts filled her ears. Her arms were wrapped around his neck to keep her steady, her green eyes locked onto his. She matched his thrusts. With the raise of her body, they moved together. Amy's emotions got the better of her as she felt her body shudder and shake.
The coil snapped and she closed her eyes. Stars burst behind her closed lids, she felt like she was on fire. Her body felt raw, like a nerve exposed: every touch, every movement, she felt it all.
Punk thrust a few more times before his body went rigid and still. "Holy fuck," he breathed, his head falling to the crook of Amy's neck. "You need to tease me like that more. God that was hot."
Amy laughed, "I'll remember that for next time."
Punk leaned back against the pillows and pulled Amy with him. "Where did you get these?" He pulled gently on the handcuffs above his head, they jingled against the metal frame.
"Amazon, duh. Did you actually think I walked into a sex shop and bought handcuffs and sex toys? Can you image the headline The Star would use if they saw me go into a store like that?"
"Oh yes, I can see those headlines. Speculation about a dead sex life and other things, I'm sure." Punk pulled the covers out from under him.
"I'm going to go clean up." Amy slid off the bed and walked into the bathroom.
"You know I'm going to get you back for making me say that, right?"
Amy laughed as she pulled her hair into a ponytail and grabbed her pajamas from the sink.
"I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell for saying that about the Chicago Blackhawks."
"You don't believe in hell." She said getting dressed. "In any case, if you do end up in hell, at least you'll have company." She walked out of the bathroom and smiled when he huffed.
"Why did you have to get dressed? I like you naked."
"Yes, I know you do. If you had your way, I'd own no clothing at all." Amy crawled into bed and blew out the candle on her bedside table.
Punk thought for a second before nodding, "Accurate. Tell me again why you need clothing?"
She smacked his chest. Punk pulled her close, and she kissed the small hand print she left before resting her head over his heart.
"I'm pretty sure the band wouldn't like it."
"I beg to differ. Your gigs sales would probably go through the roof."
"Phillip Jack Brooks!"
Punk laughed again, making Amy's head shake. "I see your point. I don't want everyone to see you naked. You're mine, all mine. No one else's."
Amy's body stiffened and she hoped to God that Punk didn't notice, Phoebe's voice had come back to haunt her and yet she just had the most mind-blowing sex with her boyfriend, she was still not satisfied. Her skin was crawling and she was cringing – Punk's tattooed arms wrapped around her body and squeezed tightly against hers.
Amy swallowed, her voice on the brink of breaking, "I love you too. Blow out that candle, I'm tired."
Punk shifted slightly under Amy and blew out the candle. The room went dark and Amy closed her eyes, feeling disgusted and humiliated.