Chapter Three
His eyes looked so gentle as he spoke to her that she only paid half attention to the words that came out of his mouth. All she really registered was him asking her if she would be his that evening. She was already rather wet from when he had been touching her earlier, but she felt her body heat up again at the thought of Dean Ambrose naked on top of her. She blushed and grabbed at the hem of her skirt.
He lightly traced a finger up the inside of her thigh until he reached her covered pussy again. He could feel the moist heat radiating from her. She whimpered softly and he smirked.
"Do I take that as a yes?"
She nodded after a brief moment of hesitation. "Are the other guys going to leave though?" she asked innocently.
He cocked his head to the side and laughed. "Why would they leave?"
She opened her mouth to respond, but he covered her mouth with his and her brain short-circuited. He pulled back and smiled. "Now go kneel on the bed for me."
"Yes Mr. Ambrose," she nodded.
"Mr. Ambrose?!" She heard Wade Barrett repeat her, though she could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn't mocking her, it was said as a question to Dean.
"Ignore him," Dean said to Natasha and offered her a hand to help her up. Natasha took it and he pulled her up with ease, of course. He was big, strong and soooo manly. "He just wasn't brought up to be as polite as you and I are," he said.
The whole room laughed and Natasha smiled with them. Wade Barrett did seem like an uncouth, rough man.
"You haven't forgotten your instructions already have you?" Dean asked her gently, but there was a hard edge to his tone which made her instantly go to obey his previous instruction.
She tried to ignore the other men's hungry faces as she made her way past them and went to the bed. They made her feel so uncomfortable and she would rather them not be here. If she was Dean's plaything, then why did they have to hang around? She wasn't sure how Dean wanted her to kneel on the bed so she turned her back to the men and got on the bed on all fours. That way she didn't have to look at them and feel embarrassed and she thought Dean might like seeing her in that position. Her only aim was to make him happy after all. Someone liked her in this position anyway because she heard a wolf whistle. The next thing she heard was someone approach her and she hoped it was Dean, though she didn't want to look over her shoulder in case it wasn't. She then felt a hand rub her backside.
"That wasn't quite what I had in mind," Dean said.
Then he brought his hand down on her cheek with a hard slap, the sound of which reverberated through the room.
"Ow! That hurt!" Natasha complained, twisting her head around to scowl at him. She didn't expect to see him smiling at her.
"That's what you get. You should be thankful that I didn't slap that ass harder. Do you guys think she should thank me?" His eyes never left hers as he addressed the room. His question was met with a murmur of 'yes'.
Her scowl softened and she blushed. She wasn't really sure why she should be thanking him, but she loved the way she felt when he praised her, so she gave him what he wanted.
"Thank you, Mr. Ambrose."
"That's my good girl. Now strip down to your bra and panties, then face me and sit on your heels. I want to get a good look at what you've got under there."
"I bet it's pink and lacy, huh?" Seth chimed in.
"That's what I'm hoping for," Dean replied as he slowly rubbed his large hands together. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip and she started to unbutton her blouse. "I love to devour innocence."
Their comments made Natasha glad of her choice of underwear today. Her matching bra and panties were indeed pink, trimmed with lace and even adorned with hearts, ribbons and bows. But that comment Dean had made about devouring innocence had unsettled her, especially as she didn't really understand what he meant.
She felt even more disquieted when she got off the bed to get undressed.
"You look like you really do want to eat me," Natasha said to Dean.
"I'm surprised you understand what the word 'devour' means. I'm impressed. Now get undressed," he said. His face looked quite different when he said that though.
"I'm sorry Mr. Ambrose," Natasha murmured again as she continued to unbutton her top.
So far she felt like she was doing a very poor job of pleasing Dean. She'd tried to make a joke with him and she had just annoyed him. Thank god she had worn underwear he would like. She heard the men mutter to each other and the odd laugh as she revealed more and more of herself which made her feel rather uncomfortable but she kept reminding herself that she was doing this for Dean. When she had stripped down to her underwear and knelt on the bed the way Dean had asked her to she looked to him for his approval. The smile on his face told her that he liked what he saw.
Then he turned his smile to Seth. "Is that pink and lacy enough for you?"
She let her eyes slowly glance over at Seth, whose smile had become quite lecherous.
"It's perfect, man. I hope the rest of her is just as pink."
"I've yet to see it myself, but I bet it's beautiful," Dean replied, causing Natasha's eyes to snap back forward. "Tell me, darlin', how many men have you fucked?"
Natasha's eyes widened at his bold question. She had never been asked something like that before from anyone, let alone a stranger, and in front of other people, no less! She ran through her brain all of the different boyfriends she had had over the years. She went through boyfriends rather quickly and had never actually had full-on sex with some of them.
Dean slapped her across the face when she didn't answer quickly enough for his liking.
"Uh! Five, Mr. Ambrose!" Her response was met with some "ohhhh"s from the men.
"Five, huh? How old are you?"
"I'm 24, Mr. Ambrose."
"You're 24 and you've fucked five guys? Do you think you're a slut?"
"I…no…they were all boyfriends," she answered timidly.
"It's okay guys. They were boyfriends, so she's not a slut." He crossed his arms across his chest and stared intensely into her eyes. "So how many strange cocks have you sucked in alleys?"
"None! I mean…well…there was you."
He leaned forward so that she could feel his breath on her ear. "I want you to tell the boys how fucking wet you were while you sucked my dick."
She burned up at the memory and tilted her head down out of embarrassment. "I was so wet that I soaked through my panties. It was the wettest I had ever been, Mr. Ambrose." She peeked up through her eyelashes and saw a cocky smile spread across his face.
"And how wet would you be if I told you that I was going to eat your pussy until you came for everyone?"
Natasha could feel herself getting incredibly wet at that prospect.
"I'd be very, very wet Mr. Ambrose," Natasha said. She felt her face flush when he looked at her intensely, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from him.
"Are you soaking through your panties again"' he asked, then he rubbed his hand up her thigh and Natasha slightly parted her legs which she had closed together very tightly.
"That's a good girl," Dean laughed and moved his hand into the space she had made for him.
"Oh you slut," he said as he rubbed his hand over her panties.
Natasha felt herself pulsing against his warm hand and she pushed her groin forward, encouraging him to go further. He did so by hooking his fingers in her panties and sliding them down from her hips. The murmurs of approval from the room reminded her that there were other men here and she suddenly put her hand down to her crotch to cover herself.
"How can you be embarrassed?" Dean snapped at her in bemusement.
Natasha's heart raced a little faster in fear when she saw a storm brewing in his eyes. Before she could answer though, he was on top of her, his hand wrapped around her throat and his knees on either side of her, forcing her to lie down on her back. Dean then roughly pulled her panties all the way down to her ankles.
"If I want to see this pussy, I'm going to fucking see it!" he snarled, pushing her legs apart so harshly that he hurt her. He then balled her panties in his fist and turned around to the others.
"Who wants em?" he asked.
Natasha then saw him fling them and according to the shouted name that filled the room, Cesaro had caught them. She was feeling quite mortified that Dean was throwing around her quite pricey underwear. First there had been the tights he had ruined last night, those she could deal with since you could only get a few wears out of tights anyway, but she had intended on going home in her panties tonight.
He looked back at her and saw the look of horror on her face. He grinned and licked his lips.
"Hey Cesaro," he said as he stared her down. "How do those panties smell?" His smile grew even wider as Natasha's eyes almost bugged out of her head.
"They smell like they belong to a bitch in heat," Cesaro replied.
"Perfect. Sounds to me like she's ready." He raised an eyebrow at her and stuck out his tongue.
Her stomach clenched at the sight of it, so pink and shining with saliva. She had never properly had a man's mouth between her legs. One or two of her boyfriends had tried it, but decided that they didn't like the taste after about a minute. She was nervous that Dean was going to think the same thing, but that emotion was overpowered by the excitement she felt at the prospect of climaxing under a warm, wet mouth. She imagined that he was probably quite good at it, too. He was the mouth of The Shield, was he not?
He pushed her knees up and apart so that her feet came off the bed and she was fully exposed. He leaned his head back and took in the view.
"You are so goddamn wet that you're fucking glistening. You must want me pretty fucking bad. Is that it?" Natasha went to nod, but he continued before she could. "Or maybe you're a filthy exhibitionist slut, huh? You acted all coy about showing your pussy, but I bet it really gets you off."
She wanted to shake her head no, but she honestly wasn't certain anymore. She realized that she was taking a while to respond and braced herself for a slap, but it never came.
"I guess I'll just have to find out for myself," he said.
He lowered his mouth down to her pussy and ran his tongue up her lips achingly slow. She was surprisingly sensitive and a whimper escaped from her lips.
He then took a deep breath and breathed out on her pussy. The action wasn't intentional, at least Natasha didn't think so, but feeling his hot breath on her pussy seemed to wake every nerve in her body. He then licked the inner folds of her pussy slowly, getting his first taste of her. Then he stuck his tongue deep into her opening and looked up at her through electric blue eyes as he did so.
He laughed at the look of bliss that was etched across Natasha's face then turned his head to look at their audience.
"Look at that," he said.
Natasha felt him hold her lips open so that everybody saw her pussy. He then slipped his finger inside her and pulled it out. Of course, it came out shining with her arousal.
"Punk!" he then said and laughed. He turned to Natasha to let her in on the joke. "Punk's got his hand down his pants," he said, then sucked her wetness off his finger and put his face back in her pussy.
She managed to turn her head to the side and sure enough, Punk was stroking himself underneath his pants. His breaths were shallow and his eyes looked glazed over with lust. Didn't he have a girlfriend though? What exactly was this all about?
Her attention was quickly snapped back to Ambrose as he began to draw circles around her clit with his tongue. She gripped at the bed sheets and arched her back off the bed as he worked. Her moans came out faster and louder as she felt a warm, tingling feeling spread throughout her body.
When he saw this, he pulled back and wiped his mouth. She let out a soft cry of disappointment.
"I couldn't let you get off that easily. No, no, I'm not quite done with you yet."
She looked at him with needy, pitiful eyes. This made him happy.
He climbed off of the bed and undid his belt. The soft sound of the leather strap sliding out of the loops was like a sigh. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles and then kicking them off. He removed his boxers as well, unveiling his fully erect cock.
Despite having had his cock in her mouth the night before, this was the first time that Natasha had a proper look at it. It was perfect, or at least what she imagined the perfect cock to look like. As she stared at it longingly, she could feel a faint trickle of saliva escape the corner of her mouth.
He noticed, and pounced on it.
"Do you want it?" he asked. She looked back up at his eyes, her thoughts too clouded with lust to answer. "Do you want my dick?"
He rubbed the head between her drenched lips.
"I can't go any further until you tell me what you want. Tell me what you fucking need, you stupid bitch!"
She responded almost out of animal instinct. "I want you… I want you to fuck my tiny pussy with your thick cock!" she gasped.
Dean let out a loud groan as she heard the sound of the other men's zippers releasing.
"Look at that mouth," he seemed to whine at the room at large. "Look at that hot, wet, slutty mouth!"
He then came around the bed fast and grabbed her hair, pulled her head up and pushed his cock against her lips. It was obvious he wanted to fuck her face. Natasha opened her mouth desperately, but immediately starting choking when he pumped in and out of her mouth fast. He pulled out of her mouth only to berate her.
"Can't you take it?" he mocked her and then slapped her around the head lightly a few times.
She had always thought that would be the type of thing she would hate, but she wanted him so much that she enjoyed every bit of physical contact he made with her. He had hardly allowed her any time to catch her breath when he shoved his cock in her mouth again, going balls deep.
"Get me that fucking blindfold!" he shouted to someone.
Natasha started to panic and tried to get off his dick, but Dean wouldn't let her, not until he was ready to catch the blindfold one-handed.
"Hey, hey!" he comforted her, stroking her hair with his free hand when he saw that she was physically resisting whatever he was going to do with that blindfold before it had even gone anywhere near her body.
"You trust me, don't you?" he asked.
Natasha felt like an idiot to admit it, but she really did. He'd put her through so much that should send a woman running away already, but despite that, she had taken it all and even enjoyed it . She stopped resisting for a moment and then nodded.
He pulled his dick out of her mouth. "I want to hear you say it."
"I trust you, Mr. Ambrose."
He kissed her forehead and wrapped the blindfold around her eyes, tying it snugly in the back.
The blackness surrounded her and she swore that her other senses were heightened. She gasped when she felt two hands grab the side of her head and the soft head of Dean's cock press against her lips once again. She opened her mouth, granting access to the long shaft, but something didn't feel right. There was a curve to the right where Dean's had been straight. She tried to yell, but the sound only came out muffled around the flesh in her mouth. She felt a separate pair of hands grab her arms from behind her so that she couldn't struggle as much. Then she felt someone's warm breath against her ear.
"Shhh…just relax. I'll keep you safe. Just enjoy it and show me what a good little slut you are," whispered Dean.
She instantly relaxed at the sound of his voice. Her throat had previously been resistant, but now it smoothly accepted the long shaft that was begging for entry. She felt the hands on her head tighten and the mystery cock began to thrust quickly between her soft lips. She never thought that it would be possible, but the anxiety of not being able to see who was in front of her was turning her on. She let a low moan rumble through her throat and it was apparently too much for him, as she could taste the salty cum as it shot into her mouth.
Natasha pursed her lips to spit it out, but she was stopped by Dean's omnipresent voice at her ear again.
"Swallow it," he instructed her. "Taste it." He then licked her ear, as if in demonstration.
Natasha did not think she liked being licked, but his breath in her ear and his wet tongue in such a sensitive place felt oddly erotic. She obediently swallowed the cum down in one gulp and licked the inside of her mouth clean.
"You don't know who's cum you've just swallowed," Dean laughed softly in her ear.
"But you liked it, didn't you? You don't care whose cum it is."
"It tasted nice." The words slipped out of Natasha's mouth completely by accident, but she really had enjoyed the taste of it.
Then while distracted by her own dirty thoughts and Dean's voice, she felt rough fingers invade her.
"I don't like that!" she whimpered and tried to close her legs, but she felt a pair of strong hands restrain them, forcing them to stay open.
"You do," Dean said and then he pressed his mouth on hers. She couldn't be sure it was his mouth, but she convinced herself it was since she had only a second ago heard his voice right in her ear.
Then she felt another hand lift up her bra and tease her nipple. Not long after she felt a hot, wet and greedy mouth suck it. Was that Dean's mouth? She really couldn't be sure... She heard his breathing. It wasn't right next to her ear anymore, but he was close.
She tried her best to focus on the rise and fall of his breaths as the many strange hands and mouths roamed around her body. Her body was physically reacting to everything, the tongues on her hard nipples, the fingertips lighting tracing along her thighs, the nails scratching into her sides, but mentally she wasn't sure how much more she could take. This was a lot for her all at once and she was afraid that she might break.
She had never been with more than one man at a time and usually her sexual encounters were rather dry and by the book. A little bit of oral because it's expected, then vaginal penetration in the missionary position because that's what a lady does, or so she had been raised to believe. None of her boyfriends had ever tried anything this daring, this exotic, and she never would have asked it of them. Perhaps that was part of the reason that her relationships never lasted very long. Did they think she was sexually boring? How would they know if they never tried anything that wasn't vanilla? She laughed, quietly at first, thinking about what her exes would say if they could see her now!
Her laugh began to get louder and more unhinged. She felt like she was losing herself.
"Okay, that's enough, guys," Dean said sternly.
She suddenly felt cold from the lack of warm bodies near her. She then felt that familiar breath near her ear and a warm hand on her cheek.
"I'm the only one touching you now. I promise." He pulled the blindfold up to her forehead and smiled at her. She could see out of the corner of her eyes that the other men were exactly where they had been before. She almost started to wonder if she had completely imagined what had just occurred.