Chapter Four
"Don't look at them," Dean said.
"I wasn't," Natasha said. She hadn't moved her head, she'd only glanced at them, but Ambrose covered her mouth with his finger and didn't allow her to make excuses.
"Shhh...focus on me."
How could she not? The fact was that Dean was the only man she really wanted to fuck in this room and at that moment he seemed like the most handsome man on the planet to her.
"Take off your bra. Let me see those titties properly," he instructed her.
Natasha unclasped it and pulled it from her arms and Dean took the blindfold away. She was completely exposed to him now, but he still remained clothed, so Natasha reached for the hem of his t-shirt and made to pull it over his head. He clasped her wrist to stop her.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Undressing you," Natasha said quietly. That was normal in sex, wasn't it?
"Don't do anything unless I tell you to do it," he said.
Then he flipped her over onto her front and slapped her naked ass, which hurt a lot more than the first slap had and made her cry out.
"That was for trying to take my shirt off without permission. Are you going to do that again?"
"No, Mr. Ambrose!" she gasped.
"That's a good girl." He pointed at his discarded jeans and nodded to one of the guys. "Hey Roman, toss me a condom from my wallet."
She rolled her eyes up over the pillow and stared at the headboard as they waited for the condom. It felt strange, lying there in silence, completely exposed. She felt no shame, however, since each of the guys had already had a clear look at every inch of her bare skin. There was nothing more to hide.
He grabbed one of her arms and held it behind her back so that her wrist was pressed against the small of her back. Dean caught the small foil packet one-handed and tore it open with his teeth. She felt him rub his hard cock in the palm of her hand and she instinctively wrapped her fingers around it.
"Mm…good girl. You got me nice and hard again."
He withdrew his cock and rolled on the condom, rubbing the covered head between her wet lips when he was done.
"Fuck, I bet you're tight, aren't you?" he asked. He leaned forward and quietly spoke to her. "I'm not going to be gentle with you, but I won't hurt you. I know how to take care of a pussy."
She felt the slight pressure of him pressing the tip to her entrance, but he didn't immediately push it in. He lazily rubbed it against her and it drove her mad. She squirmed underneath him and let out a faint whine.
She felt his body weight push down on her as he leaned forward. "Do you think I won't do it? Hmm?" Suddenly he thrust completely inside of her as she cried out and buried her face in the pillow.
"Fuckkkk," Dean drawled as he kept his dick buried inside her. "You are tight! And sooo warm."
He was warm too and stretched her enough so that she felt wonderfully sensitive, but not so much that she was in physical pain. Natasha felt him hold on to her hips tightly to withdraw his cock and ease himself back into her slowly. The third time he did this she pushed her hips back to meet his slow thrusts.
"Do you want me to go faster?" he asked.
"No," Natasha answered, closing her eyes in contentment. She was getting used to the feel of a new cock inside her. She could happily go with this rhythm; those deep, slow thrusts. However, his next thrust was sharper and faster.
"How does that feel?" he asked and repeated the movement.
She wasn't used to it that hard and she knew he was still holding back. However, despite how uncomfortable it was, he was right, it didn't hurt. Instead it felt intense. She knew she wouldn't be able to relax and wait for him to finish like she had with her ex-boyfriends if he continued to go on like that, but she didn't mind one bit.
Everything she had done with him since last night was different. She had never really looked at sex as something enjoyable. It was just an expected part of a romantic relationship. She had never even had an orgasm, honestly. She did touch herself sometimes, but she would feel dirty about it before she got anywhere past a warm euphoric sensation.
He wrenched back her other arm and placed her other wrist next to the first. He continued to thrust into her, sharply and deeply, but still at a slow tempo. As she got used to the feeling, it dawned on her how much she really enjoyed it. That warm euphoric sensation she knew from masturbation had spread throughout her body. It was no longer only localized between her legs. She never knew that she could feel this way before. She felt so good that a soft moan fell from her mouth.
This was not lost on Dean.
"Hmm? Did you guys hear that?" He thrust just a little harder and she moaned more audibly. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He took this as an opportunity to start working faster.
After a moment, he grabbed her hips and lifted her up onto her knees. She instinctively lifted up the front half of her body so that she was on her hands and knees , but she was instantly pushed back down by one of his large hands on the back of her head. Her face was smothered into the pillow and she let out a muffled yell that was perhaps part frustration and part arousal. She had never been handled so roughly before. She was a little offended, but she was also surprised at how good it was making her feel. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she wanted more.
She could hear the sound of their warm flesh connecting over and over again and it turned her on even more. She could faintly make out the sounds of some of the other men jerking off to the sight of her getting fucked. She managed to turn her head to the side and just made out the image of Roman orgasming into his hand. Dean suddenly covered her face with his hand so that she couldn't see.
"Why do you want to look at them? Why aren't you focused on me, huh? I guess I need to fuck you harder then?" He growled in the back of his throat and furiously moved his hips. He could hear her muffled moans underneath his palm and it made him smile.
The intensity of his movements brought on a new feeling for her. It almost felt like her pelvic region was on fire. Was this normal? It hurt a little bit, but it wasn't painful. It was sort of enjoyable, really. There was also something about his whole hand covering her face that made her feel small and submissive…and utterly aroused.
That strange new feeling was growing and spreading very quickly. She suddenly felt it surge and she let out a high-pitched squeal.
He pulled his hand away from her face so that he could see her as she came. "Yeah, that's it, baby, cum on my dick."
Was this what an orgasm felt like? She could only assume so and trusted Dean's opinion.
His grabbed her hips again and pulled her back hard onto his thrusts. He started to breathe heavier and a few moans of his own slipped out. She was familiar with this part of sex. So many times before had she passively lay there while her boyfriend at the time did his business. She knew that he was about to have his own orgasm.
"You stupid fucking slut, you dirty cunt, fuck!" He gripped his fingers hard into her slight hips as he came, thrusting stiffly a few times before he finally settled deep within her. She could feel his dick pulsing against her walls as he filled the condom. A sliver of her wished that it wasn't there so that she could feel him better.
"Oh fuck," she heard him sigh again under his breath as he regained his composure.
Natasha listened to the sound of his breathing become more even until she could no longer hear it, then she looked over her shoulder at him and waited for him to separate his body from hers. His eyes snapped to hers instantly and she buried her face back in the pillows again, shying away from his hot gaze. She felt embarrassed. What she had just experienced had been nothing short of amazing. She knew that was nothing to be ashamed of, but she had just had sex in front of a room full of men. Finally she felt him slowly withdraw from her sensitive pussy and when she did she lowered her hips to the bed to relax and closed her eyes. She felt oddly calm, but she could not let sleep take her so she forced herself to listen to the buzz of the room around her. She could hear laughter, the odd remark about how good Dean had been and how hot she was, but she could not bear it and covered her ears up like a child would. Then suddenly her hand was wrenched from her ear. She turned to the aggressor with a gasp and was not surprised to find that it was Dean. He then pulled her up around her waist onto her hands and knees and punished her again with another sharp smack to her rear.
Natasha whimpered at the fierce sting of his hand and flinched when she heard him rasp into her ear, "Stay like that."
Now she could not shut herself off from the sounds of the room, but to her relief, she heard the door opening and closing. She looked around subtly, careful not to move her head too much so that she did not invoke Dean's anger again and saw that the room had been cleared of everyone but Rollins, and he was leaving now too. That meant Dean had been left alone with her, unless he was about to abandon her like he had tried to last night. Thankfully he hadn't; she could see him.
"You can relax now," he said, and Natasha got back into the cradled position she had been in, feeling safe with him. She then felt the weight of him settle on the bed beside her and he stroked back her hair gently.
"Was that your first orgasm?" he asked her.
She nodded. "I think so. If that's what an orgasm feels like."
"Well your pussy was definitely twitching around my cock, so I'm going to say yes."
She blushed and hid her face under her hands. He swatted them away and rolled his eyes at her.
"Quit being embarrassed and acting all shy about it. It's just sex."
"I'm looking at the guy I just had sex with in front of five of his friends. I'm allowed to be embarrassed."
He raised his eyebrows at her. "Really? Do I need to spank you again?"
"No…" she said reluctantly and forced herself to look at him. She still couldn't get rid of the blush in her cheeks, though.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked, stroking her head again.
"Y-yes. Yes I did." It felt good to admit to it out loud. "But I can't believe that you let the other guys touch me."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"When I was blindfolded, everyone was touching me and that wasn't your penis in my mouth."
"Did you see any of them touch you?"
"No, of course not, I was blindfolded!"
"Then you have no proof."
"But I could feel it!"
"Nah, sweetcheeks, it was all me. I'm just that damn good." He smiled cockily and stuck his tongue out at her.
Natasha giggled at him.
"What are you laughing at?" he asked.
"You!"
"Seriously. It was just me...wasn't it?"
He stared into her eyes and Natasha understood the unspoken threat.
"Yeah, it was just you."
"Good girl," he winked at her. Then he picked up her clothes and pressed the bundle into her chest. "I take it you can find your own way back this time," he said.
Natasha took the cold hint. There was something so empty about all of this. She'd had undoubtedly the most wonderful sexual experience of her life, but it was precisely because of that that she did not want to be kicked out like this. She would see him again next week, but he might not see her. Would it be too much to ask that they actually properly meet again next week rather than leave things to chance?
"Yes. I have a room in this hotel. Umm…" she drifted off, unsure how to start her question. He raised his eyebrows and stared at her, waiting for her to start speaking again. "Would it be okay if I got changed here before I left? I'd rather not be left naked in the hallway like that drunk girl."
He snorted and slowly nodded his head. "Yeah sure. Just don't take too long. "
That bought her some time. She slowly began to pull her panties back on, but not so slowly that he'd yell at her to hurry up.
"I'm going to be at the Raw show in Philly on Monday."
"Okay," he dryly responded. He looked like he was barely paying attention as he picked a piece of fuzz off of the bed sheets.
"Would I be able to meet up with you again? I…I really enjoyed myself tonight."
"You serious? Look, Nadia, I don't double dip."
She looked hurt as he spoke. "Please, De-, I mean Mr. Ambrose. I'd do anything to see you again."
This caught his attention and he looked up at her. "Really? You'd do anything?"
Perhaps not anything but now Natasha had at least got his attention she wanted to keep the ball rolling.
"Yes. Anything," she repeated.
He looked at her incredulously then laughed. "Shit," he swore, laughing as he said it. "Are you that desperate?"
Natasha wasn't sure whether he wanted her to be that desperate or not. Thankfully he didn't make her answer him.
"I can see in your eyes that you are," he said.
"Get down," he then ordered her and pointed at the floor.
Natasha automatically knelt on the floor in front of where he sat on the bed, assuming that was what he wanted.
"I'll make you a deal," he said whilst taking her chin in his hand.
He gave a long, scrutinizing look at her. The shake of his head told Natasha that he had changed his mind about making any deals with her.
"I don't know. I'm trying to sum you up, Nadia. You aren't very smart are you?"
Natasha clasped his hand like a beggar. "I know I'm not very clever but you can trust me. I promise. Please say you will see me again." Natasha actually felt her eyes tear up when she begged him.
"Don't go crying on me again," he warned her with a frown.
"I won't," Natasha said, shaking her head frantically. She was acting so silly. What would he think of her if she started crying again?
"I'll tell you what. I will see you again if you play a game with me. Do you think you'd be up for a game?" he asked her.
His voice was so seductive and coaxing that Natasha thought she might agree to any game…but she still she asked cautiously. "What kind of game?"
"Gimme your phone."
He held his hand out, palm up, and wiggled his fingers. She crawled over to her purse, grabbed her phone, and crawled back over to him. She put it in his hand and looked up at him hopefully. He looked back down at her and shook his head.
"You seriously look fucking pitiful right now. But let's just see how pitiful and desperate you really are." He started scrolling through her phone as he spoke. "I'm going to put my number in here. At some point before next Monday, I'm going to send you a text giving you a set of instructions. If you do what I ask and send me a picture proving that it happened…I'll let you hang out with me Monday night." He held out the phone for her, but when she went to grab it, he pulled it away. "Got it?" She nodded and he handed her cell back to her.
Natasha looked at the new contact which read 'Mr. Ambrose'.
"Why have you put yourself in as 'Mr. Ambrose'?" she asked in confusion.
"Because that's what you call me isn't it?!" he snapped at her.
"Yes Mr. Ambrose!" she flinched. Then she rang his number. "You have my number now," she smiled.
"So I do," he said and returned her smile, though his wasn't so innocent.
Then a moment passed where they just looked at one another.
"Get out then," he finally said.
Remembering that he didn't want to be kissed last night when they parted ways with each other, and that he didn't want to be kissed in greeting tonight, she settled for giving him a wave before she turned her back on him. She thought that maybe he'd see her to the door or at least wave back, but he did neither.
Not wanting her departure to feel this awkward, she said, "See you on Monday!"
At that moment she truly believed she would. Surely whatever he asked her to do would not be so hard to accomplish, and if it was, doing it would be worth it to see him at the end of it. She quickly snapped the door behind her so that she wouldn't hear Dean's retort, if he had made one, because she did not want him to cast any doubt over her certainty.
When she got to her room she immediately went into her contacts to look up his name again. She had his number. She let that sink in, it meant all sorts of things, that he trusted her, he wanted to see her again, he liked her... It was very tempting to send him a friendly text right now, and though he hadn't told her never to text him she refrained from doing it, somehow she knew he would like that. However, getting his number was a mixed blessing. Natasha wouldn't be able to get a decent night of sleep or even be able to think straight while she would be awaiting that text...
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