Chapter Ten

The hotel water was nice and hot. It felt great on her shoulders and chest, but she had to face the stream of water to try to prevent a lot of it touching her still hypersensitive bum. She took deep breaths, inhaling the warm steam that was filling the bathroom. She closed her eyes and thought about everything she had been through this past week. A simple apology for being mean to him at Raw somehow turned into her being spanked and then fucked in his hotel room. Natasha wasn't quite sure why it had happened that way, but she wasn't about to complain.

She finished washing up and shut the water off. She shivered when the cooler air finally hit her. She got out and dried herself off. She giggled at how soft and fluffy the towels were. This was definitely a very nice hotel. She would have to ask where they got their towels from before she left so that she could buy her own.

She debated about wrapping herself up in the towel to go back into the room or whether it was okay to just waltz in there naked. It wasn't like Dean hadn't seen her naked a few times already. Maybe he would say something flattering about her body again. That always made Natasha smile and blush. She decided to go for it. She had already been through a lot today and she was feeling bold. She opened the bathroom door and stepped out with an aura of confidence.

"Well damn, I didn't realize we were going to get a free show!" exclaimed Seth. She was greeted to the sight of all three Shield members sitting on the bed.

She immediately dropped to the floor in an attempt to cover herself up. "I…what's going on?"

"Don't worry, baby, we're not going to do anything to you. Dean just texted us to stop over so he could fill us in on his night with you," Roman explained.

"I told them they had to go when you got out so you could get dressed without their hungry eyes all over you. This is my young piece of meat, so back off, big dogs!" He winked at the boys and they got up to leave.

He turned to look at Natasha sitting on the floor. "Come on, get up. Don't get fucking bashful all of the sudden." He helped her up off the floor. "Be ready when I get out." He gave her bare ass a firm smack as he swaggered into the bathroom.

Natasha gasped at the fresh blaze she felt in her cheek and clutched it. She went overboard grasping and rubbing her tender flesh only because Dean was not around and could not put a stop to it. As she walked over to her pile of clothes that she had left neatly folded up on the carpet she passed the mirror and caught a glimpse of her bottom. Her cheeks were rosy and had swelled up slightly, but the effect was pretty. She just hoped that her skirt didn't get caught up in a sudden breeze outside or everyone would see that she had been spanked. It was embarrassing enough that Seth and Roman had just been in here and had probably seen her red ass, she didn't want strangers to see the results of the spanking, too.

She put on some makeup that she always carried around with her in her handbag after getting dressed, but bemoaned the fact that she didn't have access to her full makeup bag or fresh panties. Her panties that she had got moist in earlier felt extremely dirty against her very clean pussy. Once ready in a record setting ten minutes for her she sat with her hands clasped in her lap on the bed and watched the bathroom door awaiting Dean's return. When he did emerge Natasha was taken aback by how attractive she found him, when only less than a month ago she was indifferent to his charms.

"You look nice," she complimented him.

He frowned at her, but his eyes smiled at the same time.

"Don't I look the same as I did when I walked in there?"

Natasha shrugged.

"Thank you anyway," he said and walked over to her to cup her cheek in his palm. "Are you OK?" he asked in a serious tone of voice.

"Yes, Mr. Ambrose."

She truly felt fine, but she appreciated him asking. It suggested that he at least cared a little bit. Then he held out his hand to her and she grabbed it to allow him to lift her up.

"How does this feel?" he asked as he smoothed his warm hands around her waist to hold them over her ass.

"Okay," she nodded, "erm, but...could we please go to my hotel before we go out for dinner to get me some new panties?"

"Absolutely not," he immediately replied.

"But they're all wet and clammy and I don't like the way they feel!" she whined.

He sighed and ran a hand though his damp hair. "Come on, you're not that dense, are you?" She stared at him, pouting. "Jesus Christ…"

He walked over to her, hiked up the towel around his waist and crouched down in front of her. He slid his hands up her thighs until they were under her skirt. He hooked his fingers under her panties and roughly yanked them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and he tossed them onto the bed.

"I can't not wear panties, though."

"Yes you can. It's hot. Just think, we'll be sitting at the diner eating some food and no one there will know that you're a dirty little girl. But I'll know. And you'll know. I'm getting a little chubbed up just thinking about it. Let me get some clothes on and we'll go."

They took a booth toward the back of the diner. Dean didn't really want to bring a lot of attention toward himself or Natasha. It was only a moment before the waitress was standing in front of them. She took both of their orders with a smile and winked as she left. Dean turned around to watch her walk away. His mouth was slightly open and his tongue slowly ran along his bottom lip.

"I would fuck the shit out of that." He turned back to face Natasha, who looked bothered by his comment. "What about you?"

"She's not that pretty," she replied, watching the waitress's bum wiggle as she walked away.

Dean laughed. "You were checking her out then!"

"I was not!"

Natasha felt her face grow hot under Dean's smiling scrutiny of her.

"You'd have a threesome with me and her wouldn't you?"

"No. I'm not a lesbian."

"Mmm, the thought of you licking her pussy is giving me a hard on. Good thing we have this booth!"

Then he obscenely sucked up his milkshake through his straw. Once he had noisily taken a sip of it he then took the straw out and used the spoon end of it to scoop up some of the cream that adorned it and slowly licked it off.

"Your dick isn't so big that it would burst through your jeans and everyone would see how hard you are," Natasha muttered. She surprised herself, and apparently Dean, by her mean words.

"Oh, do I sense some jealousy?"

Dean picked the cherry off his milkshake and was about to put it to his lips when Natasha burst out, "Do you sleep with other girls?!"

Dean had to choke back his laughter as her question caught him by surprise. "Well…yeah, of course. I love pussy." He had a dopey grin on his face, which made Natasha frown even harder. "Why are you asking all of the sudden?"

"I don't like it when you check out other girls in front of me."

"You don't think we're exclusive or something, do you?" She fidgeted with her hands and her eyes glanced down and to the left. "Really? Come on, Nat. We've fucked twice and you blew me once within the span of a week. How would you even come to that conclusion?"

"You kept persisting with those texts even though I was reluctant and you've been really nice and sweet to me tonight after the spanking. I just thought…" her voice trailed off. She looked up and stared Dean right in the eyes. "What am I to you?"

He sighed and rubbed his hands on his face. "You want the truth? I kind of see you as a little sister."

"…a little sister…who you have sex with…?" Her voice lowered into a whisper. "Do you have an…incest fetish?"

"What? No! What's wrong with you?" He took her hands in his and held them tightly. "When you first approached me, I thought you were annoying as fuck. But you were naïve and I took advantage of you for my own enjoyment. But that second night…I just felt like I had to protect you. You're not socially capable for someone your age and I'd just feel like a shitty human being if I knowingly let you out into the world without helping you get your shit together. That's how you're like a little sister."

He smiled genuinely at her and she couldn't help but smile back. She squeezed his hands as a silent thank you.

"And if I keep you around, I also get to fuck you raw whenever I want." He stuck his tongue out and smirked. She blushed and looked away.

"But I can't promise that I won't fuck any other women. I am not boyfriend material. I haven't been faithful to just one woman in years. So…just don't fall in love with me, okay?"

"I won't," Natasha immediately replied.

They both looked at one another for a moment. Dean had a guilt-ridden look on his face.

"Stop looking at me like that," he sighed. "Have your coke."

Natasha obediently took a sip and Dean watched her do so. She had tried not to look at him as if she was head over heels in love with him, but truth be told, she had never liked a man more than she liked Dean.

"Why did you only have a coke? Fucking diet coke, to be precise," he then asked her.

"Milkshakes aren't good for you."

"Neither is sex with wrestlers, baby. You can't say I never warned you, but you'll still do it. Want my cherry?"

He then picked it off the top and held it out to her by the stem. Natasha smiled in acceptance and held out her hand for it.

"Nah ah. You have to eat it from my fingers. Open your mouth."

He leaned forward, smiling mischievously. Natasha's eyes darted around the diner.

"I can't."

"We nearly have this whole place to ourselves. Come on. Be a good girl. You know what happens to girls that don't do as they're told...don't you?"

Natasha shifted her weight on her bottom in agitation, then reluctantly leaned towards him in the middle of the table to let him feed her.

"Good girl. Open wide."

Natasha did so and Dean placed the cherry in her mouth. She bit at the base of the stem and felt her lips brush his fingertips. She didn't know what was so embarrassing about eating from his fingers, but it just was.

"Spit the pit into my hand," he then ordered after she had chewed the cherry.

She leaned in so that her mouth was close to his hand, but she hesitated. She didn't like spitting anything out, which made her previous boyfriends very happy. It wasn't ladylike to spit. She groaned softly and then she heard Dean clear his throat loudly. She glanced up to see his eyebrows raised and his head lowered. He looked irritated.

She sighed, opened up her mouth and stuck out her tongue, letting the cherry pit roll off of it and into his waiting hand. He brought his hand up to his mouth and popped the pit into his own mouth, much to Natasha's horror. He rolled it around in his mouth and sucked on it, eventually biting it between his front teeth and grinning cockily.

"It tastes like you." He spit it back out and put it on the table.

"That was gross!" she exclaimed.

"Why?"

"Because it was in my mouth!"

"How is it any different than shoving my tongue in your mouth? Also, do I have to remind you that my dick has been in your mouth and your pussy has been in mine?"

"Not so loud!" she whispered as another waitress walked past them.

He leaned forward and arched an eyebrow. "Does it make you embarrassed? I'll stand up on the table and announce it to the entire diner, if you want." He wagged his eyebrows and laughed as he watched her turn dark crimson.

"Why did you invite me here if you are only going to make fun of me?" Natasha asked, her deep red face fading into two red spots on her cheeks.

"Lighten up! I know it's making you wet," he winked. "Oh looky, it's our food!" he then exclaimed when he saw the waitress who had taken their order approach them with two plates.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Dean said to her when she placed his plate in front of him, earning a smile from her.

"Thank you, dear," Natasha said proudly, which also got her a smile, but a funny look from Dean. Still, she felt like she'd got one over on him.

"'Dear'? You don't really get it, Nat. You need to up your creep game!" He said to her when the waitress was out of earshot.

Feeling ravenous, Natasha ignored his comment and dove into her food, but Dean did not immediately start eating.

"So...has this been making you wet?"

Natasha felt that she was on the inside of her thighs. Everything tonight was some of the most outrageous things she had ever done… She nodded discreetly and he smiled.

"Be a darlin' and pass me the ketchup."

Natasha gave it to him and he squeezed a dollop by the side of his fries, then blatantly dipped his finger in it.

"Oh whoops! Natasha, clean that off would you?"

She frowned at him. "Use your napkin."

"Lick it off," he said with steely eyes.

After seeing the look in his eyes, she knew for certain that she was wet. Extremely. She had no clue why this guy and the strange stuff he was putting her through were turning her on so much. For as goofy and rude as he was, there was just something about him, especially when he got all hard and stern with her.

Yet she felt reluctant to suck the condiment off. She glanced around the diner, trying to make sure that no one was looking in their direction. It was just ketchup. It was just his finger. He was right, she had had his dick in her mouth – a few times, actually – so how was his finger any worse? Was it because they were in public? Probably, but she did give him head in an alley near a busy street and she had sex with him in front of other people. Something was holding her back and she couldn't quite figure out what it was.

She was jolted out of her thoughts when his finger was suddenly right in front of her face.

"I said, lick it off."

This time she obeyed.

She opened up her mouth and flicked her tongue out to lap up some of the ketchup. It tasted good, so she wrapped her lips around his fingers and sucked off the rest. His stiff expression softened and turned into a smile. He slowly worked his finger in and out of her mouth, rubbing it against her tongue and making sure it was totally clean. Natasha closed her eyes and took in the feeling and taste of his long finger. A faint moan rumbled in her throat and Dean laughed cockily at the reaction he was getting from her.

"Um…how is your food?" The waitress had returned to their table to check on them and she looked slightly embarrassed by their behavior.

"Oh, mine tastes delicious," he replied, sticking his tongue out slightly. "How's yours, Natasha?"

Her eyes shot open and she pushed his hand away and out of her mouth. "It's…it's very tasty, thank you," she said quietly, unable to look the waitress in the eyes.

"Well, if there's anything I can get you..." the waitress began to say, letting her sentence end with a mumble. She gave Dean a certain look, as if she was seeing him in a new, unflattering light and wondering why she ever thought he was cute at all.

"Were you talking about the food or thinking of something else?" Dean asked when the waitress had gone.

"The food ... can we talk about something else please?"

Natasha fidgeted in her seat, she had to get them off this topic of conversation, she wasn't sure she'd be able to take the throbbing for much longer if he continued like that.

Dean laughed low and throatily. "Alright. What do you wanna talk about?"

"I don't know."

"Well, we don't have to talk. But if you think of something, tell me."

"Okay," Natasha nodded.

He nodded back and smiled. Sometimes she felt like Dean completely understood her needs. But other times, he could be so mean to her. He seemed like a complicated man.

"Dean, can I ask a question?" she asked and put down the remains of her burger, which she had lost her appetite for quite some time ago.

"Hang on," he said through the last mouthful of his food, then washed it down with a sip of his milkshake. "I'm ready now. Fire away."

"I still don't know why-" she looked around, then beckoned for Dean to lean in closer to her. "You had sex with me in front of your friends? Is that something you all do?"

That was what confused her about him the most. Aside from how cruel he could be to her, she didn't understand why he enjoyed being such an exhibitionist and sharing her with other men. She'd never heard of a man wanting to do those things before.

"Ohhh no," he said, shaking his head. "Only I do that because- how do I explain this?" he gave her a scrutinizing look through narrowed eyes.

"Okay so we have this sort of club, we call it the ASC. The Ambrose Sex Club. Basically, we all have needs, you know what I mean. And those needs are very hard to attend to on the road, especially when you have a woman waiting at home for you. But, I'm a free and single man, so I help them attend to their needs by letting them be voyeurs to my sexual activities."

"What?" Natasha asked blankly. She thought he was so good at explaining things in a way that she would understand, but none of what he was saying made sense to her.

He sighed. "They watch me pick up girls and fuck them because they can't."

"How is that not cheating?"

"Well, they're not actually touching the girls." It was Natasha's turn to raise her eyebrows and give him a look. "I told you, that was all me." She continued to stare hard at him, unblinking. "That was the first time something like that happened. Happy?"

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. It just didn't seem right to her.

"Normally they just watch me bang chicks and they...you know." He balled his hand into a fist and made a jerk off motion.

"Do their girlfriends know about this?"

"Maybe one or two. I don't know. We never really talk about that."

"Wait, what about Punk? AJ is right there on the road!"

"Punk's just a crazy motherfucker. He usually watches and then fucks her brains out when he gets back to their hotel room. I wouldn't mind watching that, actually. She has such a fine ass..."

Natasha found it hard to breathe. This was a lot of twisted information to take in all at once. "Please excuse me, I need to go to the little girl's room."

"Gonna go rub one out? I'd rather you wait so I can help you with it," he called out as she quickly headed toward the restroom.

Natasha locked herself into a cubicle as soon as she reached the restroom and sank down on the toilet bowl. She went through the usual motions of a visit to the restroom and once she was done she broke down. She didn't know how long she was sat there in such an undignified state, but it must have been quite some time because Dean had actually come looking for her, in the women's restroom.

"Natasha? Are you OK?"

"Go away!" She shouted back at him in a high pitched squeal. Then she heard him lightly push on the door of her cubicle. "You're invading my privacy!"

"Come on now. You're decent enough aren't you? I mean, you don't have panties on, but I've seen it all before."

He pushed again and this time Natasha reached up to undo the lock. He stood back from her and surveyed her appearance: eyes red from crying herself hoarse, skirt still hitched up around her waist and sitting with her thighs spread on the toilet.

"Quit being dramatic," he said with a frown.

"Dramatic? Dramatic?!" Natasha stood up and threw her tear sodden tissue at him. "Why did you pick me?! You could have chosen any girl! Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making fun of me? Do you like making me cry or something?"

"Contrary to what you might think, I actually don't like making girls cry. Not like this. I feel like a real dick right now," he said.

Natasha felt him watching her with an awkward look on his face.

"You liked making me cry when you spanked me, why is this any different?" She said, while patting at her eyes with another huge wad of tissues.

"It's completely different. That's part of the spanking. And anyway, it was a punishment ... Natasha, if you don't want to do this anymore, I understand. But if you do then you can't go off like this all the time, and if you keep doing it, at first, yeah, I'll try to make you feel better. But eventually I'm gonna get sick of it. I'm sorry. But I need you to be a bit tougher than this. Let's talk about this outside, these toilets stink."

He turned and left the stall. Natasha took a deep breath and let it out, pulling herself back together and smoothing out her skirt before she scurried after him.

He turned around when he heard the restroom door shut behind her. "I already paid and left a tip, so let's go talk in the rental."

Once they were both inside the car, they continued their conversation.

"Are you going to cry again?" he asked.

"No," she pouted. "I really don't like crying. It ruins my makeup."

"I wasn't bullshitting when I said that I think you're beautiful when you cry."

"Yeah, well, you're kind of a sick guy, aren't you?"

He laughed quietly and didn't try to argue against that statement. "So what do you want to do?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what do you want to do in regards to our little arrangement here? Do you want to keep seeing me or do you want to get out now while you can?"

"I…I'm not sure."

"Well, your body clearly enjoys the embarrassment and exhibition. You've soaked your panties how many times when you've been with me? But you don't seem to morally approve of what we've been doing, correct?" She nodded. "So basically you need to decide which side you want to listen to, the physical or the mental." He leaned in so close to her that she could feel his breath on her neck. "Personally, if it were me, I'd listen to my body."

Natasha knew what she wanted, deep down. She did have moral objections to the ASC. It was essentially a group of cheating man whores in her view, but Dean was the exception. He was technically available and he was the only man in the ASC she really wanted.

"I think what we are doing is weird and wrong," Natasha finally said. "But, for some reason, I really like it and I still want to do it…but only if I'm your favorite girl." The more she said, the more he smiled. "You're laughing at me again."

"No, I'm not! But Natasha, you are obviously the only girl I've been having sex with this past week. I don't have time to maintain relationships! God knows this takes up enough of my time already and it's only been, what, eight days?"

"So...I am your favorite and...I'm special to you?"

"Sure."

"But am I?"

"Yes, you are my favorite and you are special to me."

Natasha's face lit up.

"But within the parameters of what we are doing. Don't get too carried away."

Those words wouldn't have been the ones Natasha would have chosen to explain the bounds of their strange relationship, but she understood him well enough. She had reason to be happy, though. She knew she had got the best she could possibly hope for from Dean Ambrose.

"As in don't fall in love with you?" she asked, looking up at his lovely face.

"Yeah, pretty much. Do you think you can do that for me?"

She nodded and smiled at him. It would be a very difficult task, especially since she already felt a twinge of something for him, but she was willing to push away any sort of romantic feelings in order to keep his companionship. It would be equally difficult to move past her negative thoughts about the ASC, but she would try her best.

"That's my girl," he said as he pulled her against him. He gently kissed her on the forehead and she sighed happily. "I'll protect you...and try to prepare you for real life since your parents clearly didn't."

He had mumbled the last part, but Natasha had been able to make out what he had said. She knew that she wasn't ready to live completely on her own. She wasn't ready to make a clean break from her father. Maybe spending time with Dean in this odd arrangement would let her become more independent. She wasn't quite sure how, but she had a feeling that he would be the one to make it happen.

BrodieBlue and I would like to thank everyone for the extra support on that last chapter. Apparently we did a pretty good job! Thank you!