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Natasha gasped and Dean squeezed his hand around her cheeks, digging his fingers into the hollows hard.
"I said, do you fucking understand?" he repeated through gritted teeth.
"Yes, Mr. Ambrose!" she nodded.
She wanted to twist free of his grasp on her. She was a little afraid and couldn't stop flinching, but at the same time his aggression was very exciting.
"Stop moving. Do you want another fucking smack? Hmm?" he threatened, raising his hand again.
"No!" Natasha cried out, "I'll be good. I promise!"
"You don't know how to be. You're always fucking whining. It's the only thing you're good at."
He then pressed a hand over her mouth and she felt his hand scramble up her skirt. His fingernails raked her thighs sharply as he found her panties and pulled them down to her knees.
"Spread your thighs," he said, lightly kicking her ankles apart.
He smacked the inside of her thigh hard when she moved cautiously and Natasha took it as a strong hint to quickly do as she was told. She opened her legs further apart and ripped her panties in the process. Then he delivered a sharp slap to her bare pussy and Natasha squealed, though the sound came out muffled under his hand.
He rubbed two rough fingers over her clit. She had a little bit of wetness on her, but she wasn't aroused enough yet for the kind of touches he was giving. It felt a little good, but it also hurt. She was starting to realize now what Seth and Roman meant when they said that she wouldn't want to be with him tonight. He had been rough with her before, but never like this. This felt like he really wanted to hurt her.
He pushed his fingers deeper into her folds until he found her warm hole. He shoved three long fingers inside up to his knuckles and held them there. Natasha squirmed and whimpered, but she couldn't get away from him.
"Is this what you want? Is this what you wanted to happen to you?"
She tried to shake her head no, but his hand firmly over her mouth made it difficult.
"Really, slut? Because this is nothing compared to what those sick fucks would've done to you if I hadn't been there to save your sorry ass."
He brought his mouth down to her neck and nipped his teeth against her skin, hard enough to leave marks. He bit down on her earlobe when he made his way up her neck, making her cry out under his palm.
"But unfortunately for you," he growled into her ear, "You're now alone with the sickest fuck you've ever met."
He sounded, and looked, crazed and dangerous. She didn't think she liked him like that. She was scared, but for some reason, that made her want him even more. He curved his fingers in her pussy, reaching a sensitive spot and it felt good.
"You like that don't you?"
He then withdrew his fingers and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Now that Natasha was getting wetter it felt particularly good, but she gasped when she felt his index finger probe between her cheeks. He moved his hand from her mouth to let her speak.
"Dean," she whined when she felt his finger rub her asshole, but she didn't stop him. He smiled at her whining, seeming to enjoy it.
"You do love it, you little slut." Her face was becoming flushed and she began to subtlety grind her body against his hand. "You're like a lost little lamb. You don't know what to do with yourself when I'm not fucking you, do you? You thought you'd just go and look for dick somewhere else? This is my pussy and my ass, you got that?"
Natasha's mouth was open and she was panting hard. Her moans and whimpers were escalating now that his hand wasn't covering her mouth. She was now so wrapped up in what his hands were doing that she didn't seem to be paying attention to anything he was saying.
He smacked her on the side of the head and roughly grabbed her chin.
"I said, you got that?"
"Yes! Yes, Mr. Ambrose!"
"Yes, what?" His jaw muscles clenched as he stared at her.
"My ass and my pussy are yours! Only yours!"
"Yeah. This is all mine," he said, delivering another slap to her pussy, hitting her swollen clit and making it throb.
"Look at me," he ordered when her eyes fluttered closed and he lifted her chin again. "Listen to me. I'm going to fuck you and you are going to take it."
"Yes, Mr. Ambrose," Natasha said quietly and felt herself blush fiercely when he smiled in a very self-satisfied way.
She felt immense anticipation as he then pulled his wallet from his pocket and took a condom from it. He pushed down his jeans and boxers enough to let his hard cock spring free. He raised his eyes to look at her as he rolled the condom on.
"Take off that dress. Have I ever said you can go to bars dressed like a hooker?"
"No, Mr. Ambrose," she whispered in embarrassment. She hadn't worn it in the hope that it would make other men look at her. She only wanted him to look at her.
"No. So take it off."
Natasha removed the dress and her bra, then went to kick away her destroyed panties, but was stopped by Dean's hand around her neck.
"Give me those," he said.
Natasha offered them to him with a quivering hand. He snatched them from her and looked at the gusset of them.
"You were wet," he said and rubbed them over her mouth to prove his point.
"What got you so wet? I hadn't even touched your pussy when you had these on. Was it those fucking scumbags paying you some attention? You dirty fucking bitch."
"No!" She exclaimed and pushed his hand away. It had been the ASC, if she remembered correctly.
"I don't even care. This wet pussy is mine. It's for me to fuck," he said, throwing her panties behind him.
Then he put his hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her up. He lined himself up beneath her pussy and pulled her down onto his cock, claiming her with a deep thrust.
"Oh god!" She moaned at the sudden sensation of being stretched around his thick cock.
"Take it," he growled.
He held onto her ass tightly and bounced her up and down on his cock. Her pussy hurt for a moment, but she quickly became used to his size again. She had only fucked him last night, but this felt like she had never been with him before. Was it the position? Was it his demeanor? Was it the fact that she was drunk and crying? She wasn't quite sure, but it all felt right to her at that moment. She felt like this was where she was meant to be, up against the wall being speared by his dick.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held herself against his chest. She felt a firm smack against her ass and upper thigh, the sting of which brought her focus back to Dean and away from whatever euphoric trance she had slipped into. Her eyes snapped open and Dean did not look happy.
"Hands off."
"But I need something to hold onto or I'll fall!"
He smacked her ass again.
"I have you pressed up against the wall with my dick inside of you and I'm holding you. I pick up guys two and three times your size for a living. I am not going to drop you! So shut the fuck up, listen, and trust me!"
"Okay," Natasha nodded after a little think.
"And don't look at me," he then said and pushed the side of her face so that her temple pressed against the wall. "Stay like that."
Natasha whimpered at the effort it took to strain her neck away from him and take a pounding at the same time.
"That's it. Good girl."
She shrieked and thumped her small fists on the wall behind her because she badly wanted to look at him and put her hands on him.
"Oh, poor baby," he laughed. "Tell me you don't fucking deserve this!" he said, thrusting into her tight pussy sharply.
"I do deserve your dick! I'm a good girl! You should let me touch you!"
"Do you really want to? Okay then. Touch me. See what happens." Natasha slowly turned her head to look at his face. His eyes were full of fire and she quickly turned her head away again. The look on his face made her heart beat faster.
"You're too scared to touch me. Am I right? You wouldn't dare."
Natasha was experiencing a plethora of emotions, fear being one of them. The strongest emotion was pleasure, though they do say that fear and arousal are strongly connected. Natasha opened up her mouth to speak, but couldn't find any words. She closed her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Yeah, I thought so."
He pulled out of her and put her back on the floor. She wobbled at first as her legs got used to holding up her weight again. He turned away from her and fully removed his pants and boxers. He dropped to the floor and positioned himself on his hands and knees.
"Go on. Touch me. You wanted it so badly. Just fucking do it."
She slowly walked toward him and got down on her knees as well. She reached out a hand and was about to stroke his strong defined back when he startled her by speaking.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm…I'm touching you, Mr. Ambrose. You told me to…right?"
"Touch my ass."
"What?"
"Touch my ass," he repeated.
She moved behind him and grabbed his ass with both hands. She could feel the solid muscle underneath his soft skin. She then smoothed her hands down his hips, around the fullness of his ass, framing it in her hands.
This sounded like an odd request to her. The last thing she would have ever expected him to ask of her was for her to touch his ass. More so, the position he was in looked feminine to her. It was completely at odds with what she thought she knew about him. Yet her position behind him, stroking his ass cheeks, felt a little submissive to her. You couldn't really get lower than behind someone's ass. Still, she enjoyed how his ass filled her hands and this was turning him on, so she didn't mind obliging him.
"Do you like my ass?" he asked.
"Of course. It's gorgeous!" she replied enthusiastically.
"Take a better look then," he said. Then he reached back with one hand and parted one cheek from the other.
He revealed his asshole between his cheeks. It was clear that he wanted her to look at it, but Natasha wasn't too keen on buttholes, especially men's buttholes.
"What do you think?" he asked.
She wasn't sure how he wanted her to answer that.
"Er...I don't know really, Mr. Ambrose."
"What's the problem, Natasha?"
She could see that he was tensing his asshole and she thought that was obscene, but her eyes were still glued to it.
"I...nothing's wrong," she said. She then realized she'd just been staring at his asshole and not even touching him. So she put her hands on him again, only this time she ran her hand up the inside of his meaty thigh. His thighs were something she found much easier to appreciate.
"Don't touch my legs," he said, "just touch my ass."
Trying her hardest to please him, she moved her hands up his thighs again until they were firmly placed on his cheeks. She didn't know how else she could make her touches interesting. Trying to ignore his asshole that was winking in her face, she rubbed his butt again.
"Natasha, you dumb bitch. How strongly do I have to hint that I want you to touch my asshole?"
"I don't want to touch it, though!"
He lifted himself up onto his knees. His head was still hanging down and his shoulders were hunched.
"You whined about wanting to touch me, so I'm letting you. Now you tell me that you don't want to touch me?"
"I wanted to touch your arms and your chest and your face. I don't want to touch your dirty butthole."
He suddenly spun around and grabbed Natasha by the shoulders.
"You can't always get everything you want, you fucking entitled princess. Sometimes you have to be fucking happy with what you're given!"
His eyes were filled with anger again. Natasha wasn't sure what to make of this entire night. One moment he was angry and rough, the next he was calm. Is this how he always acted when he was angry?
"I should shove you into the corner and make you fucking clean my asshole, bitch. You'd whine and complain, but then you'd start moaning like the filthy whore that you are."
"Nooo, please! I don't want that!"
"You'll take what I give you and you'll fucking like it."
He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard, penetrating her mouth with his tongue. He pulled her hips out from under her and she fell back onto the floor. He pulled away from her mouth, pushing her legs above her head and burying his cock back into her pussy.
"Is this making you feel better?" he asked after slamming into her a dozen or so times.
His pelvis slapped against the delicate skin on the insides of her thighs . She could feel her pussy lips starting to sting from the fucking she was taking, but she didn't mind any of that. It meant that in the morning she would still be able to feel him. She put the back of her hand over her mouth at the dirty thoughts she was having. That wasn't like her. After the way he'd been behaving tonight, though, she didn't know how to feel. All she knew was that his dick felt good.
"Yes, Mr. Ambrose. Thank you!" she gasped as he continued to fuck her at a hard, punishing pace.
"No more fucking around now," he grunted and she felt his palm in her face again, crushing her face into the carpet.
Not being able to see him and being so tightly pinned down to the floor, she didn't even think to touch him. One hand was limp above her head, the other she placed on his sticky back to anchor herself to him. All she could concentrate on was the feeling between her legs and his hand covering the side of her face, the heel of it digging into her. Yes, this was the state she had wanted to reach. She felt the euphoria build in her body until she released it, spasming around his cock.
"Oh, you dirty fucking slut! Goddamn!" he panted when he felt her cum. Not long afterward, he came too.
He let Natasha drop her now aching legs beneath him and she impulsively stroked his face and craned her neck for a kiss.
"No. I'm not in the mood for that."
Natasha slowly dropped her hand, feeling a bit embarrassed that she thought they had reached a stage with each other where they could show affection after sex. His rejection had definitely ruined the peace of mind her orgasm had brought. She remained lying on the floor when he got up and she watched him step over her like she was a piece of trash littering the floor of his hotel room. He picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom. She heard the sounds of him freshening himself up before he came back out.
"Get up," he said, offering her his hand.
Natasha looked at his face looming over her and tried to work out what he was thinking, but she couldn't.
"Come on."
She took his hand somewhat hesitantly and he roughly dragged her up to her feet. Then, keeping her hand tightly held in his, he strode her to the bed that as yet hadn't been used. He sat on the bed and Natasha's heart sank to her stomach when he dragged her like she had no weight to her over his lap. She felt the comfort of his thighs pressing into her middle, then his large hand stroked her bottom.
Her body tensed. He hadn't said anything about a spanking. Yes, she had told the ASC that she wanted another one, but not so soon! Her bottom still felt sore from last night and as she was slowly sobering up, she was able to start to feel how sensitive she was once again. If he were to spank her right now, she'd start crying within seconds.
"Relax, will you? I'm not going to spank you. You're going to lie here, be quiet, and listen to me. If you talk back, I will give your ass a hard smack, and by the looks of it, I don't think that's something you want. I do expect you to respond if I ask you a question though. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Ambrose," she replied.
"Good girl. Now I would like you to answer this as calmly as possible. What the fuck did you think you were doing tonight?"
Natasha didn't immediately respond. She was trying to rationalize her thoughts as best she could before speaking. Dean took this as a sign of disrespect and lifted his hand off of her ass, threatening to strike.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ambrose! I'm just trying to think before I speak!" she cried out, her body tensing again.
He placed his hand on her thigh. "Thank you for that. You are learning." He leaned down and kissed the back of her head
She thought back to how the events of tonight had unfolded.
"I went to the bar to get a drink to cheer myself up because I missed you," she heard him sigh at this admission but she continued, "I saw your friends, the ASC. They will tell you I only intended to have one drink."
"I saw them on their way out of the bar and they told me you had two. I don't know if you intended to have just one drink. Was that your intention?"
"Can you give me time to think about the answer to that?" she asked.
"Yes. But why don't you tell me the truth rather than putting a spin on it to make it sound better?"
"Because you might spank me."
"I will never spank you for telling me the truth."
He failed to mention whether he would eventually spank her for her behavior tonight though. But she didn't have his way with words so there was no point in trying to sweeten what she was about to say. She opened her mouth and the raw truth came tumbling out.
"I didn't know how many drinks I was going to have. I just wanted to see you, but you didn't want to see me, and I was upset with you, but mad, too. So I went to the bar to take my mind off you. I think I had two drinks on my own and with ASC. Seth bought me a coke and told me to drink it because he said it would make me feel better."
At this point he interrupted her.
"He was right, wasn't he?"
"Yes, Mr. Ambrose. I guess you and the ASC know best."
Truly, Natasha did not know her limits. It was a worrying admission, but now was the right time for the truth to come out.
"You know we want what's best for you, sweetheart. Carry on," he said, giving her right cheek a squeeze.
The touch made Natasha squirm, but she relaxed when she felt him go back to stroking her ass and legs.
"They wanted to take me back to my room, but I didn't want to go so I stayed behind. After they left, these two guys approached me and asked if I wanted to sit with them. They seemed nice so I said yes. Then they said they'd buy me a drink."
She stopped abruptly at that point, realizing her mistake.
"That's not the end of it. Keep talking."
At his urging she told the rest, though she blushed all the way through it.
"I went to the bathroom while they got me a drink and when I came back I saw you and I honestly thought you were trying to ruin my night. I'm sorry, Mr. Ambrose," she said and covered her face with her hands. To think she attacked the man who probably saved her from getting raped tonight was mortifying.
He was quiet for a while, but continued to stroke her leg. Natasha didn't cry, but she felt herself begin to shake. Her sudden realization had scared her. Was she always this naive and never knew it? Was it just because he had this effect on her or had she been putting herself at risk any time she went to a bar alone? She then thought about the first night she met Dean. He had taken advantage of her as well, he just hadn't used a drug and she ultimately consented to it. Still, he took advantage of her naivety and eagerness to please and she had let it happen without even being aware of it.
She shifted uncomfortably in his lap. She wanted to bring this up to him, but was afraid of how he'd react. He could sense her anxiety and stroked her hair.
"What're you thinking?"
She sighed and turned her head slightly toward him. "You promise you won't get mad?"
"I promise."
"When you first met me in that bar, you took advantage of me, too. I ended up consenting to it, so I'm not saying that you're the same as those guys…but you did still take advantage of my innocence."
"I did."
"Doesn't that mean you're a hypocrite?" she asked quietly.
He flipped her over in his lap and helped her sit up. He then swung one of her legs around him so that she was straddling his lap.
"I'll admit to that. We both need to work on things. I took advantage of you trying to be nice. You need to improve your knowledge on social cues. Any kind."
She nodded and rested her head on his chest.
"It's late. Do you want to crash here for a few hours?"
She felt exhausted, thinking deeply always made her tired.
"Yes please," she said, resting her head more heavily on his chest and listening to the calm, comforting beat of his heart.
He rubbed her back and kissed her forehead then moved her to lie her down on the bed.
"Do you want a t-shirt?" He asked.
She nodded her head and he rummaged around in his bag for one. He helped her into it and then he pulled the sheets down for her to climb into bed. He didn't get under the sheets with her, but he lay on top of them on his side, keeping some distance from her and watching her. Natasha found it easy to relax her body. The warm smell of him on his t-shirt was like a sedative to her and when she turned to look at him he was still there. He wasn't leaving. Eventually she decided to take what she wanted herself rather than wait for it, so she turned to face him and snuggled against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and then she succumbed to sleep.
When Natasha awoke, it was to find a strange man's hand on her breast. She gasped and wondered what situation she had got herself into this time. Then she quickly remembered that she was in Dean's room and both of them had fallen asleep for far longer than they had intended to. The bedside clock read 6 am. Hopefully Dean didn't need to be anywhere urgently. She shook his arm that was heavily draped over her to get his attention.
"I set an alarm."
He sounded more awake than she expected he would be and definitely felt it. His naked erection was digging into her backside.
"Jerk me off. Please. Then we can go back to sleep for a bit ..."
"I don't like giving hand jobs," Natasha automatically replied.
"What? But you love my dick, Natasha. Come on, then I'll forgive everything that happened last night."
He nuzzled her neck and Natasha pondered if he was joking or not.
"Do you forgive me?" she asked.
He groaned and put his hand over his face. "Nat, it's still early and my dick is using most of my blood supply. Can we talk about this later?"
"No, I need to know now. Do you actually forgive me?"
He sighed and moved his hand to his forehead, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "For last night? Yes. But I'm still not entirely convinced that you trust me to guide you and help you get your shit together."
He grabbed one of her ass cheeks roughly and squeezed hard. She winced and whimpered since she still hadn't healed completely.
"Don't forget about this. I can and will do it again if I think you deserve it. It's not just for pleasure. It's supposed to be discipline. I do want you to learn from it and to be able to realize when you're doing something you shouldn't be doing." He nuzzled her neck again and lifted his mouth to her ear. "If it happens to get you wet at the same time, that's just extra."
Natasha let out a deep breath and hoped that he didn't slide his hand between her legs because he'd find that the bit of pain from him grabbing her ass had affected her.
"Now can you please jerk me off? It won't take too long, trust me. I just can't get back to sleep with a huge boner."
"Oh alright," Natasha huffed, though she felt keener to help get him off now she was feeling slightly aroused herself.
"Oh yeah. I'll enjoy this," Dean said. He then closed his eyes and stretched his arms out, clasping his hands behind his head and resting on them. He had a stupid smile on his face that made Natasha giggle.
She put her hand under the sheets to grip his standing cock firmly. It felt solid, warm and weighty in her hand. She squeezed it gently, unsure how he liked it. He sighed contentedly, but to her it sounded like he would like it a little bit rougher, so she tightened her grip. She got a groan out of him this time. She pulled his skin up in her hand then she rubbed her thumb over the smooth head of his cock. She felt droplets of precum oozing from the tip and she smothered it all over the head of his cock.
"Am I doing well?" she asked.
When she looked at him she could see he was no longer smiling and looked deep in concentration with a furrowed brow and slightly parted lips.
"Yeah. You're such a fucking tease."
Natasha grinned broadly. Her experience with hand jobs was limited, so hearing such high praise gave her confidence. She had only been doing what felt natural. By simply being the sexy creature that he was, Dean was teaching her a lot.
Feeling emboldened, Natasha then started to move her hand up and down the shaft of his cock, going slowly at first, then increasing the speed in response to the sounds that came out of Dean's mouth. She couldn't be sure, but she thought he was getting close, so thinking it would help she began to gently fondle his balls with her other hand. This was an area of a man's body she had never felt completely comfortable with, but Dean seemed to like what she was doing.
"Fuuuck, Nat. Your hands are so soft," he moaned.
She watched the muscles in his stomach and hips flex as he slowly rolled his hips against her hands. His moans and curses were becoming louder and more frequent. She looked at his face, flushed and slightly contorted in pleasure. Natasha smiled at the knowledge that she could make him feel this way and make him look vulnerable like this. Sure, tons of girls had done it before, but right now, it was only her. She had never been able to get this reaction out of a guy before. She had always been very passive during sex because that's how she thought a woman had to be. Dean had taught her in only two weeks that that was definitely not how it had to be. She liked it this way.
"Godfuckingdammit! Oh fuck, Nat!"
She felt his dick and balls tighten in her hands a moment before it twitched hard and she felt his semen hit her in the chin.
Natasha froze when she felt the thick, warm, liquid slowly drip from her chin onto her lap. Then the smell hit her nostrils. She'd never liked that smell.
"Deannnn!" She yelled, and placed a surprisingly well-aimed smack at his thigh.
He didn't seem to feel it though and was shaking with laughter. Feeling extremely irritated, she tore at the bed sheets to wipe her face.
"No!" Dean said grabbing her hand.
"Let go of me!" Natasha growled.
"No, you're gonna listen to me."
Natasha grimaced at how unclean she felt and wriggled her wrist in his hand, but when she saw the stern look in his eyes, she stopped.
"That's better. That's the second time you've took my load in your face, isn't it?"
He then placed his hand on her cheek, traced his thumb over her chin to her mouth and pressed it against her lips, smearing his cum over her mouth.
"Open your mouth."
Like a well trained pet, she parted her lips and let him rub his thumb over her tongue.
"There's plenty more," he said, gathering his pool of cum that had dropped onto her naked body on his fingers, then inserted them into her waiting mouth. "Suck."
She reluctantly closed her mouth around his fingers and slowly sucked his cum off of them. She had only tasted a man's semen a few times before. There weren't many times when she had given a blowjob to completion, and most of the time, her boyfriends would cum on her tits. She whined around his fingers, assuming that she was going to hate the taste and want to spit it out.
...And yet, she didn't hate it. Actually, she kind of enjoyed it. She closed her eyes and sucked a little faster, taking Dean's hand in both of hers and holding it tightly like she didn't want him to take it back.
"Well well, look who turned out to be a greedy little cum slut? I should've known..."
Her eyes shot open and she gave him an evil glare.
"Okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he laughed, "But you do need to give me my hand back eventually."
Natasha shook her head and said "uh-uh" around his fingers.
"You really are fucking cute," he smiled. "Hey, we still have some time left before we have to get up. Do you want to sleep a little bit more?"
Natasha nodded and released Dean's fingers from her mouth with a playful 'pop'.
"Sounds good, teddy bear," she said, then leaned in to give him a quick peck on his enticing mouth. So pink, soft, and warm...
He didn't reciprocate her kiss, but his lips curved into a smile. Then he laid back and pulled Natasha on top of him to snuggle against his chest.
Waking after only an hour or so more of sleep was painful, but it was made less painful by the sight of Dean's lean body stretching in front of her. He turned around when he felt the light brush of Natasha's fingers on his bare back.
"Check out is at ten," he said, with a glance at her. "So make sure you're out of here by then."
Natasha gave a groggy nod and then she must have gone back to sleep because when she woke again, it was to find herself alone with a buzzing phone. Dean had sent her a text:
"Hey, I didn't want to wake you up when I left. You looked too comfortable. Next Monday night, how about we hang out with the ASC again? I bet they'd love to see what you've learned."
Natasha pursed her lips, but eventually broke into a smile. Apparently she had something to look forward to all week.