"Here's your script for the next episode ma'am."
I took the bundle of papers and looked down at them. Since I wasn't getting enough 'air time' on the stupid show they were going to write in more storylines for me. I looked it over and realized that they wanted me to make a stupid gushy segment about how Roman was going to take me out to dinner. Oh my god. Why?
"Did you talk to Roman about this? He's only supposed to be an on and off 'character'. He not really supposed to like...have a segment."
"Everything is all set for you and Roman. Before that you'll be joining all the girls for an extra special lunch before your date segment." the director told me.
"Wait, you mean like...together? With all of them? Like interaction?"
"Yes, like a human being. We have reservations for the restaurant at 4 pm, we've closed it out so we can get some good footage. Please try and stick to the script this time. We'd like to spend less time editing."
I scoffed. "Not my fault you guys want me to say some dumb shit." I sat down in front of the green screen and waited while they touched up my makeup and added a microphone on me. I stared at the script and tried to memorize the lines but it wasn't really going my way. I couldn't even fathom memorizing the words in my head. That just meant we'd have to do multiple takes and they would get annoyed with me. Fuckin' hell.
"Alright! Ready? And...action!"
I stared at the camera for awhile suddenly blank. "Um...today I'm going to lunch...with the girls?" I couldn't help but glance down at my script.
"Cut! Do you need cue cards?"
"No, i don't need fucking cue cards. Just..."I tossed the script over my shoulder. "Roll it, let's go!" The camera's light blinked red and I stared into the lens. I didn't understand why they didn't just let me say what i actually wanted to. It was the realest thing that ever graced this show anyway. "Today I'm going to lunch with the girls and I'm really nervous. The girls and I don't get along too well, I've never really gotten along with girls to begin with. But I'm hoping that everything will go smoothly."
"That's not what's in the script." the director sighed.
"Too fucking bad dude. That was pretty good and that's all you're going to get from me so suck it. I've got to get ready for my lunch with the girls." I smiled a fake sickeningly sweet smile and left the set. I checked my phone as i headed towards my rental and saw that I had three missed calls from Roman. Ugh, they must've told him about the dinner. I slid into the car seat and closed the door shut before dialing his number. "Hello my sweet Samoan-"
"What the hell is this about me having a segment?! I told you that i-"
"Uh-uh! Do NOT get loud with me, sir. Okay? Don't raise your voice to me like that. I had seriously and absolutely no idea they were going to put you in this. I didn't ask them to, you know I even hate the show. It just happened. We can make them cancel the segment, there's nothing that says you absolutely have to be in the show."I replied to him. I heard him sigh on the other side of the receiver.
"No, it's fine. It's fine. I'll do it. I'll handle shit and talk to them..."
"Roman, you seriously don't have to. I know most of the guys hate being on that show."
"Leena, i got this. Besides, I don't think we've ever gone on a proper date before."
The sudden realization hit me. He was right. We never had gone out before. Butterflies started to collect in my stomach. I was starting to feel like a teenage girl about to go on her first date. I didn't know why I was acting this way. Roman had seen almost every part of me so why...why was I nervous? Maybe because up until now now relationship has been nothing more but bodies clashing and constant physical connection. This kinda seemed like it was going deeper
"Baby girl, you still there?"
Roman's baritone voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Oh yeah! I just...i have to go get ready to do some more filming. I'll see you tonight i guess."
We both said our goodbyes and hung up. I started the engine to the rental and headed towards the restaurant for lunch.
Apparently i was the only one who didn't get the 'we had to wear fancy dresses' to lunch memo. I showed up still in my jeans and t-shirt which didn't go over well with the producers or the girls. I didn't look 'feminine' enough and it wasn't a good 'reflection' on the show. After telling them to suck my giant dick i sat down at the table and said a courteous hello to everyone. The girls kept up their conversations, occasionally looking down at the scripts on their laps. I sat quietly at the far end of the table not really engaging with anyone. What if they fired me from the show? Would that mean I would still train the girls? Then again that was going south too...I was getting lost in this business. I think maybe i took too much on my plate at once, and it wouldn't be the first time.
"So what's up with you and Roman?" I heard someone say. I looked up to see Naomi staring at me. My eyes quickly darted from hers to the camera, and the other faces surrounding us. Was it my cue to talk? Crap, i didn't bother looking at the script again so i really didn't know.
"It's um...we're doing well. He's taking me to dinner later on tonight." That was what they wanted to hear, right? A segway to their next segment.
"Oh really?" Nattie perked up, setting a hand on my shoulder. She was like the sweetest one out of all of them. "What are you going to wear?"
My eyes went wide. "What?" I hadn't even thought about that! I didn't have nice clothes in my luggage. I rarely had to make an appearance where I had to look that presentable. I couldn't go to dinner in my jeans and ripped up band shirt. "I didn't even think of that! I don't have nice clothes!"
"Oh does that mean we get to go shopping?!" Eva Marie perked up.
Bitch, this isn't about you. It took ever fiber in my being not to say that, smack her across the face, or say something sarcastic back to her. Nattie could feel the tension in my shoulders increase and tried to direct my attention towards her.
"Would you like to go shopping?" though I mentally cringed at the thought of going into a clothes store with a bunch of girls, i simply put on a smile and agreed to their little adventure.
I had to admit that somehow these girls ended up finding a pretty awesome dress for me to wear. It was form fitting, hugging every bit of my curves and it made my bust look PHENOMENAL. It was the best shade of purple I could have ever worn and it kind of made me look like a pretty pin up doll. With all their connections with makeup artists and hair stylists they got me done of like a real pinup doll, victory rolls and everything. I was smoking hot. Throughout our little escapade I found out that it wasn't sooo bad hanging out with girls. They seemed to like that I was their personal barbie for the day.
But now I was off to see Roman I had kept him waiting a little and he was already sitting at our reserved table. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and kissed his freshly shaven cheek. "Hello gorgeous."
A smile crossed his lips as he turned to kiss me. We were still aware of the presence of the cameras but it wasn't too awkward. Roman pulled me forward, raking his eyes along my body. "Fuck... You look so damn sexy."
"Don't i?!" I giggled then nodded towards my seat. "Ya gonna just ogle me or be a gentleman and pull out my chair?"
He let out a chuckle and got up, towering over me even with heels on. He was wearing a nice deep grey suit, smelling all kinds of good with his hair slicked back into his signature bun. Would it be appropriate to fuck him right on the table? No? Damn...
Roman pulled the chair out and I smoothed the skirt of my dress down before taking my seat. He sat across from me and ordered a bottle of wine for us.
"So fancy, Mr. Reigns." I commented. He smiled, that dashing good looks smile and took my hand in his.
"Anything for you, baby girl."
Oh my god, what a fucking cheeseball. But mind you, I was turning into a puddle of goo as soon as those words left his mouth. I could feel the heat start to form across my cheeks, making Roman smile even wider. I think he loved seeing me all flustered over him.
"How was your lunch with the girls?"
"It wasn't that bad." I said as i eyed the glass of wine that was now being poured for me. "They helped me pick out this dress and get my makeup done. So everything worked out okay."
"No problems with you know who?" He took a sip of the dark red liquid.
"Actually no. And i think Naomi is starting to like me to. Nattie is sweet as always. And the other ones are pretty chill I guess. How was your day?"
It felt a little strange just sitting at dinner, idly talking like a normal couple. We weren't exactly used to it but it was still kind of fun. I think this was our first official date too. We spent the rest of our evening eating and talking, occasionally feeding each other like some dumb teenagers in love. I even got a nice luscious piece of peanut butter cake to take home for dessert. Though of course that wasn't the only thing I wanted for dessert. It took awhile for the damn camera men to get the hell out of the hotel room. But once we were finally alone we began to relax.
I stuffed a piece of the cake into my mouth and moaned as Roman rubbed my sore feet. What person didn't want to eat cake while Roman rubbed their feet? I was damn lucky.
"Don't moan so much over a piece of cake." He chuckled.
"Why? You jealous?" I stuffed another piece in my mouth and made a show out of moaning loudly. Roman smushed my face playfully with his big hand.
"Girl, you know I can make you feel better than a damn piece of cake can."I watched as he dug his finger into the frosting and smeared it across the top of my chest.
"Hmm, i don't know. This cake is pretty good." Before i could taunt him even more his tongue was lapping at the peanut butter frosting, silencing me.
"You're right." he replied with a wink. "It is pretty good." His warm hand traveled from my foot towards my calf and up my thigh, getting a little frustrated at the tight fabric that was preventing him from going higher. His brows furrowed before he launched me forward across his lap. "Take this damn dress off."
"You're so thirsty right now. Calm down." I giggled teasingly. That only earned me a slap to the ass which surprised the hell out of me. "Roman!"
"Didn't I say it needed to come off now? Learn to listen, little girl."I swallowed hard and avoided his dark grey gaze. I only heard the unzipping of my dress fill the room. His palm pressed against my chest, lifting me up so i could shimmy out of the gown. I was glad that me and girls had gone out shopping for lingerie. I mean my ass looked pretty bomb in my lacy thong and garter belt, the growl that came from Roman told me so."C'mere."
I had no choice in the matter as he grabbed my arm and tossed me flat on my back with ease. He didn't waste any time in getting on top of me, planting his soft lips against mine and dominating my mouth. A moan could barely escape me before Roman's tongue slipped into me. My arms tangled themselves around his neck pulling him as close as I could get. His erection dug into my soft inner thigh as he ground his hips into mine, his grip on my hips so tight i was sure it would leave a bruise.
"Ro-Roman!" I cried out, hoping to get a gasp of air. His glare kept me pinned to the mattress and his commanding voice made my legs turn to jello.
"Spread 'em."
He shoved them apart when i didn't comply immediately. I was just too stunned to even respond. The way he was being so controlling had my sub senses on fire. For a few moments I couldn't even think straight. His thick fingers found their ways to my folds, giving them a few teasing rubs before plunging them in completely. I didn't even scream, only curled my toes into the comforter, willing my hips to go higher and higher. Roman kept my hips pressed to the mattress, however, making me squirm under his weight. His teeth dug into the flesh of my neck biting and sucking deeply against my tender spot.
His baritone chuckle found it way to my ear. "I like watching you squirm."
I could feel the way my cheeks burned at his words. My entire body felt like it was on fire and he hadn't even done much. My hands found the courage to fiddle with the buttons on Roman's dress shirt, pulling them apart as fast as I could all the while crashing my lips to his in a passionate frenzy. He left me a whimpering mess when he pulled his fingers away to toss the rest of his shirt off. It feel in a discarded pool besides our shoes and his tie. I couldn't help but ogle his toned chest and those biceps that now scooped me up against him.
I straddled his hips, setting my bare sex against his still clothed cock. "Why are you still wearing so many clothes. Take them off."
"Quiet. I'll do whatever I want to you." His left hand fumbled with the buckle of his belt before he pulled it from the loops of his dress pants. Once again i found myself bent across his lap, his right forearm pressed against my shoulder blades to keep me down. The first crack of the belt against the warm flesh of my ass sent shocks throughout my system. I bit my lip trying to stifle my cries as much as possible. When the stinging died down a little, Roman slapped the belt across my skin again. I spine bowed and a hoarse 'fuck' escaped me. He seemed pleased with all my reactions, even slipping his fingers back towards my wetness, spreading it around.
"You really like getting spanked don't you?" The questioned seemed a little rhetorical. Of course I liked this, i loved it. The way his fingers brushed against the welts on my skin after every crack of leather, the harsh pants that escaped him everytime my toes would dig into the sheets, and the way my nails would claw at his thigh, it was amazing. But the ache between my thighs was growing too strong.
Before I could even say anything he gently pushed back a few strands of hair behind my ear. I looked up at him and he seemed to have a bit of tenderness in his eyes. My lips curled into a smile before I heard the teeth of his zipper pulling away from itself. Soon enough the head of his cock was tapping against my lips which i reluctantly opened. Inch by thick inch I swallowed around his head in shaft only getting a measly quarter of the way down. I realized he was really the only one I'd go down on. He accepted it though and kept my head close with one hand while the other occupied my clenching tunnel. I sucked in his fingers eagerly, trying to focus on that pleasure so my throat could relax. Roman slipped back onto the pillows, watching his body disappear inside me, a sly smirk across his lips.
His fingers curled deep inside me, all three pressing against the tiny spot inside me. My hips bucked towards the sensation craving more of it everytime he would slip out only to dive back in harder and deeper than the last. The taste of him started to slowly drip in my mouth, landing on my tongue as i rolled it over his thick veins. I darted my eyes towards his face, watching as he licked his lips sensually, eyes closed and chest puffing in and out in short rapid bursts. He was gorgeous and I wanted to keep watching him.
Roman cracked one eye open. "Like what you see?"
My lips slid off him, leaving a red lipstick mark behind. "I do, baby, I do." My hands made quick work of the rest of his pants, tossing them haphazardly over my shoulder before I straddled his hips. His fingers trailed over my hips and stomach until they reached higher to cup my breasts. A groan of satisfaction came from deep within his throat. I smiled down at him and wrapped my hands around his, pressing his fingertips to my lips gently. He smiled at the sign of affection. And of course it turned me into mush yet again.
Finally I got him inside me. The pure satisfaction sent sparks throughout my body. Roman tightened his grip on my hips and pressed me forward, starting the smooth rocking of my hips against his. My eyes slipped shut as I enjoyed feeling every inch of his body inside me. I might not be able to fit him in my mouth but i was sure as hell i could take all of him inside me. I planted my hands on his chest, steadying myself for faster rocking. Our bodies clashed together making the sweetest sounds that rang throughout the hotel room. Roman bought me closer to him, enveloping my lips in his once more. Our tongues clashed in wave after wave of heated passion. The few times we broke away to breath our eyes would connect. It was strange but i knew the way he looked at me meant something more than love, which meant big trouble for me. My stomach churned at the thought of someone else breaking my heart. I was scared.
The moment i was distracted Roman planted me on my back, erasing my thoughts with fevered thrusts. I wrapped my limbs tightly around his body, arching up to be as close as i possibly could against him. "Don't ever leave, Rome..."
He shook his head before burying him face into my neck, wrapping me tighter in his arms. "Never, baby girl. Never"
Hah! Managed to get a chapter out in between classes, so this took me like a week to finish. This one is for my Roman lovers, im sure everyone missed the big lug. Kinky sex turned into something sweet huh?
(Fear not, i'm filling up a notebook full of ideas for this story so they'll be more to come :)