I don't know why I keep forgetting to put in my song choices for my updates. I forgot to do that in the last one and I had to re-edit it to include it, because trust me, that song is perfect. If you're interested you could take another read and listen along…

My song choice for this chapter is "Said I Loved You But I Lied" by Michael Bolton. It's one of my most favorite songs ever, and I thought the lyrics fit well with the second segment of this chapter.

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Joe woke up to sunrays across his face, no covers over his naked body, and an intense sensation in his groin. Sasha lay between his legs, deep-throating his dick.

"Fuck!" He shot up off the bed, trying to brace himself on his elbows and almost ripping his arms out of their sockets in the process. He craned his head upwards and saw his wrists shackled in the furry handcuffs from last night, chained to the rungs of the iron headboard so he could not move. He gaped at his girlfriend in utter shock, taking in the sly smile on her face.

"Good morning, big boy," she whispered, her tongue darting out for a long, slow lick of his length before she swallowed him again.

"Oh my god," was all he could say as he slumped back down on the bed, his jaw dropping as her hot, sexy mouth engulfed him. He felt her smile around his length, sucking harder, and within seconds he came violently, his dick twitching eagerly inside her mouth. He'd been ambushed, and as sneaky as that was, god if he wasn't turned the fuck on right now.

Sasha released his penis from her mouth with an audible pop and reached for something on the night stand. Joe gaped at the object with wide eyes and glared at her. "You wouldn't."

Straddling him, Sasha smirked, an eyebrow raised defiantly as she tugged the elastic band of the pink eye mask between her fingers. "Oh, but I would. And I am."

And she brought the mask over his eyes, securing the band behind his head. Joe groaned, missing his sight instantly. "Aw babe, this is just foul," he protested.

"Turnabout is fair play, Mr. Reigns. Deal with it," she said, nibbling his ear. "Besides, I think you're gonna like it."

He could feel her hands roaming his upper body as she straddled his wide torso. She wasn't wearing any underwear; he could feel her moist heat against his skin. His lips parted and his breathing was labored as she caressed his broad chest. "Have I told you how gorgeous your skin is, baby?" she said. "It looks like butterscotch. I just wanna lick you all up." She put action to her words, trailing her tongue from one end of his collarbone to the tattoo adorning his pecs. Joe's body was alight with sensation. Her warm breath and her tongue on his skin, her voice low and husky, had never been more erotic than now, now that he couldn't see anything. All of his senses were heightened and he knew that she planned to take full advantage of that.

Sasha continued to kiss and touch him, tracing the goosebumps breaking out all over his body. His hard, strong, beautiful big body, custom-built for sex, custom-made for her. The first taste she had of him, she became insatiable. She knew right away that she would want no one else and that had not changed. She reared back and grasped his impressive length once again, stroking it up and down, dragging a moan off his lips. She felt powerful and sexy knowing that she could turn this behemoth of a man, the powerhouse of The Shield, into putty with her touch. "Mm, look at that. Already hard for me again," she purred, stroking and squeezing him. "You got a magnificent dick, baby. Thick and hard and tasty. And you know the best part? It belongs to me. Ain't that right big boy?"

Pleasure crashed down on every sense he owned and it was a miracle that he could think straight. Breathing hard, his hips instinctively bucked as her hand grew bolder, stroking up and down, all five fingers marking every ridge of his hardness. She took turns stroking and squeezing him, earning another round of tormented groans from the restrained man. "Fuck Sash, you're gonna make me come again."

He heard her low, teasing chuckle, but suddenly she stopped, and he felt her grip on him loosen as she shifted away. His ears strained to decipher where she was going, what she was up to, but could hear nothing other than the sound of his own heavy breathing. Lying prone and naked on the bed, blindfolded and handcuffed, as exhilarating as it felt, also left him feeling slightly vulnerable. The blend of adrenaline, anticipation and frustration was a delicious combination.

Suddenly she gripped him again, and a moist warmth far more potent than her mouth enveloped his entire length. His body jerked as Sasha lowered herself onto him, her moan of pleasure ringing in his ears as she settled fully over him. Joe lay there helplessly, hissing with pleasure as she began to rotate her hips, feeling her slick, heated flesh glide over his. With each downward motion her muscles clenched around him. "Mm yeah," she rasped, rocking up and down on him. "Oh, fuck yeah."

"You love ridin' my dick, don't you baby?" Joe growled, pumping his own hips slowly, the Alpha Male in him unwilling to let her have all the fun. "You love my big dick deep inside your drippin' pussy?"

"Oh yeah, baby. My pussy loves your dick so fuckin' much," she answered, her ass rotating steadily with him balls-deep inside her. Even with his impaired vision he could tell what she was doing from the sounds of her husky moans, what she wasn't allowing him to do; caressing her hair, cupping her swaying breasts and tweaking the pebbled nipples, just like he would have. She sounded so sexy. Sweat broke out on his skin, and his abs tightened and his breathing was ragged and heavy. Never in his life had he felt so good. Every sensation was magnified and that much better. Sasha kept her hands on his chest and churned her hips counter-clockwise, then in reverse, guiding him closer to his climax, and just when he was absolutely sure he was going to come she stilled, lifting her ass and loosening up her inner muscles around his dick.

Joe groaned in frustration. "Fuckin' tease," he snarled through gritted teeth.

Sasha giggled and captured his mouth in hers for a quick passionate kiss. "You're so hot," she whispered, "I've never seen anyone so beautiful." She kissed his neck, already slick with sweat, and bit gently on it, feeling his jaw clench in reaction. She remained motionless on top of him, still intimately joined, and Joe tugged at the handcuffs, sorely tempted to try to break them. "Nani, let me see you. Let me touch you. I need to touch you. Please."

Her eyes brightened. He had never begged her before. But he had his fun with her last night and now it was her turn. She was going to protract his agony for as long as she could. She squeezed her breast in one hand and guided it to his mouth. He latched onto it, sucking ravenously. She offered him the other breast and received the same treatment. She wasn't moving but he could feel her essence seeping out of her, flowing down his throbbing length and escalating the erotic heat between them. She was tight and hot and wet and driving him absolutely wild, and not being able to touch or see her was torture; devastatingly beautiful torture. "Sasha," he whined, "Baby, you're killin' me."

"I love the way you moan my name, baby," she whispered, rubbing her hands along his outstretched arms and linking their fingers together. She sank her pussy back down on his dick and pressed her body on top of his. With her hands slipping down to grab his ass and her ankles tucked underneath his thighs, she resumed her slow, methodical grinding, moaning into his neck. It was pleasure overload for the Samoan, broken breaths escaping him each time she slid him deep into her moistness.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," he panted, "Ride me hard, baby girl. Fuck me."

She had no problem obliging him. The pleasure was becoming unbearable even for her. Planting a steamy kiss on his lips she pushed up on her arms and began riding him fast and hard, bouncing her ass on his erection. Joe's head tipped back, moaning uncontrollably as he got lost in the overwhelming pleasure. She held him down to the bed and slammed herself onto him over and over, the two moaning and groaning with ecstasy as euphoria danced closer. His dick swelled inside her, her cries mingled with his groans as her narrow channel tightened around his stiff length. Sasha cried out, her fingernails scraping his chest as she shattered around him, her orgasm riddling her entire body with tremors. Beneath her, Joe's body shuddered as he came with a guttural groan, his seed spurting generously inside her for the second time this morning. Jerking his hips one last time he went limp, and he moaned in protest when she moved, slipping him out of her in the process. The eye mask came off his face, and he had to blink away the stars in his eyes to readjust to the daylight. She unlocked the handcuffs and gently massaged his wrists. Chuckling, she loomed above him, her beautiful face flushed with satisfaction.

"I love watching you come," she said. "You have the best facial expression ever, even blindfolded."

"That was so fuckin' hot," Joe mumbled blissfully, silenced momentarily by her kiss. "Hell of a way to wake up."

"Glad you liked," said Sasha, draping her naked frame over his as he reached for his phone to check the time. He then remembered he hadn't communicated with the WWE Universe in a while. Attaching a photo he'd taken of the beach view from his patio, he sent out a simple tweet.

Paradise. #life #love #recovery

Sasha tilted her head curiously. "Who are you talking to?"

"The fans. And Ambrose says hi," he replied just as his friend's iMessage came in. He played around on his phone for a bit before turning it towards Sasha. "Say cheese."

"What?" Startled, she yanked the sheets over her chest. "Motherfucker I'm naked!"

"So?" he retorted, wiggling his eyebrows.

Sasha slapped his chest. "Not funny, perv. This ain't no Kim K sex tape crap. Ain't nobody got time for that."

His features perked up. "Sex tape, huh?" he purred, moving on top of her and resting his forearms by her head. "You tryna tell me somethin', Morgan?"

She shook her head instantly, frowning. "If it's what I think you're thinking, then absolutely not. I would never, ever make a sex tape or take nude photos. Out of the question. And you shouldn't either. You're famous and somehow, someway they'll get leaked."

"That always seems to happen, doesn't it?" he agreed.

"Exactly. I really don't think the world needs to see us doing the dirty." She shuddered at the thought. With the way information traveled around these days, the tape or pictures would surely find their way to her children and she would never be able to look them in the eye again. And that was a scary thought. It wasn't worth it. Not at all. "I don't mind trying new stuff to spice things up in bed but I draw the line at sex tapes and nudes. And anal," she added.

Joe nodded. "Yeah, I remember that little caveat. Would be fun to make a tape with you though," he mused, pressing his lips to hers. "Alma recommended a spa somewhere in town that I should take you to. She said we won't regret it. After that we'll go out for dinner," he said.

"Where?"

"Somewhere cool." Another kiss. "You're going to have to wear flip flops though."

"Oh, it's gonna be sandy?"

"You could say that," he answered enigmatically as she initiated the kiss this time, her hand stroking his bulging bicep. "You brought that green dress I like right? The one with the open back?" She nodded. "Wear that tonight."

"Okay." She raised an eyebrow when he started to crawl down her body and disappear underneath the sheets. "What are you doing?"

"I'm about to return the favor from earlier," he replied, sprinkling butterfly kisses down the length of her body until his head was between her legs. Sasha swallowed hard. "You didn't get enough last night? Just now?" she questioned, her fingers sneaking into his hair.

"I can never get enough of you, nani," said Joe.

Damn, she loved when he looked at her like that. "By the end of this trip I'll be walking funny," she laughed.

"That's the plan." He winked at her and swiped his tongue against her inner thigh. "Now hush. I got work to do."

And with that he lowered his head and settled his mouth over her, wiping every memory she owned with indescribable pleasure.

"So what's been your favorite part of the weekend so far?" Joe asked Sasha as he took a bite of his sushi. He'd surprised her with dinner on a beautiful, tiny private island. They were ferried by boat to the place, where a small table was already set with their meals and drinks, the table and chairs sitting in shallow, perfectly clear water on pure white sand.

Sasha took a sip of champagne. "Parasailing was awesome. I was petrified at first but the wind was incredible, it felt like a rush. The spa was super nice too. I can still feel the effects all over myself. My favorite part though? The sex we've been having. You are in fine form, big boy."

His eyes lit up proudly and he smiled that beautiful smile of his. "The pleasure is all mine. I've missed fucking you, baby girl."

"Likewise, sweetie." She laughed and sipped her drink again. "I enjoyed exploring the town yesterday too. Thank you again for the earrings." She turned her head from side to side, showing off her new gold dangle earrings.

"They're beautiful on you."

"Thanks. I could get used to this place, you know. The beaches, the clean air, the beauty of it all."

"You should," he answered, "I plan on bringing you here again in the future, as well as many other places."

There was that word again. Future. A word he'd been using more often lately, and she couldn't help but feel giddy inside. She cut up a piece of her lamb and held it up to his mouth. "Here, try some."

He bit the meat off the fork and chewed on it. "Mm. It's good."

"Really good," said Sasha. "What about you? Favorite part of the trip?"

"My folks' party has to be right up there. And I also enjoyed parasailing. Done it a couple of times before but it was fun with you. And I totally agree with the sex part. Two months is definitely a long time to go without."

"I'd like to see you go eight years," challenged Sasha.

Joe made a face. "Hell no! I'll die. I don't know how you did it."

"Of course." She rolled her eyes and giggled. "All you men need sex. Y'all can't function without it. I was doing fine before you showed up, now I've turned into a nympho slut thanks to you." She shot him a playful glare.

"You're welcome," said Joe, lazily rubbing her thigh. "I'm glad I took the time off. I needed this."

"You did," Sasha agreed. "Resting up and recharging your batteries is important. And it's been fun too. Too bad tomorrow's the last day."

"Yeah," he pouted. "I remember you saying something about us spending the whole day in bed. You still want that?"

"Yep. Preferably naked," she stated, looking out over the water. The sun was setting, and they were finishing up with their meal. "Wow. I need a shot of this view."

"I still can't believe I forgot to bring a camera," Joe said, pouring himself another glass of champagne. "You're a good photographer and you know your cameras, I might have let you have it too."

"Uh-uh. You've already pampered me enough." She stood up, held her phone carefully so as not to drop it in the shallow water, and took a couple of photos of the water, the trees and the tiny island. The light was perfect. She then turned her phone to her boyfriend and took a few shots while he wasn't looking. His expression was thoughtful as he leaned back in his chair staring at his glass of champagne. He glanced up at her and gave her his usual sexy half smile. He looked devastatingly perfect in a navy blue V-neck muscle shirt and black shorts, his sleek black hair pulled back behind him. "You're so handsome," Sasha commented.

His smile broadened. Suddenly, he pulled her onto his lap and took the phone from her. Curling one arm around her waist, he took a picture of the two of them. They'd been capturing lots of memories of their weekend together and she doubted she would ever forget any of them. Joe returned her phone to her and wrapped both arms around her, nestling his cheek against hers. He smelled so good. Sasha loved that he never seemed able to stop touching her, always held her protectively like she was precious cargo. She rested her head on his shoulder, running her fingertips along his chest.

"You tired yet?" he murmured, his head twisting to softly kiss her temple.

She shook her head. "Not really."

"Good. I wanna take you somewhere."

They left dinner and ventured further into the small island, coming across a traditional landscape garden. A stone pathway led to a beautiful orchid with rows of exotic flowers, with wooden benches in the middle where people could sit. The air smelled great. Sasha felt like she'd walked into a bottle of perfume. Instantly drawn to the rose bushes, she inhaled a rose and was reminded of all the colorful bouquets Joe had given her in the past. "Now this is a rose bush," she stated, impressed. "If I ever have a house of my own, a real house, the garden's going to look just like this."

Coming up behind her, Joe placed his hands on her arms and rubbed them up and down. "I could give them to you, you know," he whispered.

Turning around, she looked at him curiously. "Give me what?"

"The house, the garden you're talking about...What if I told you I can give it all to you and more?" he said. His words were loaded, and as she scrutinized his perfect grey eyes, his expression passionate and hopeful and vulnerable, she suddenly understood what he was talking about. What he meant.

Future.

Suppressing the overwhelming feelings that brewed within her, she kept calm and smiled at him. "I'd believe you," she said truthfully. "I'd also tell you that there's still a long time to think about that, that we shouldn't rush things and instead enjoy what we have right now."

He was quiet for a while, and for a second she wondered if he was displeased by her answer. She was relieved to see him nod and an understanding smile appear on his handsome face. "Fair enough." He raised their joined fingers to his lips. "Come. Let's see more."

Together they strolled around the garden, admiring the roses that made up the high walls. There were many rows of many colors; red, pink, yellow, white, peach. Sasha was pleasantly surprised by Joe explaining the significance of each of the colors. Whenever he bought flowers for Sasha in person, the bubbly florist he went to was always eager to divulge the information to him to the point that it was now imbedded in his memory.

"I wonder if this is what our school gym looked like at Prom," Sasha commented randomly as she looked around. "It was supposed to be a flower theme or something if I remember correctly."

"Didn't you go to Prom?" Joe asked, his voice trailing off as the answer to his own question hit him. "Oh yeah..."

"Mm-hmm," she smirked. "I'd left by then. Prom was no place for a pregnant teenager. The punch and sodas would've been spiked with booze anyway."

Joe winced and smacked his forehead. "I forgot all about that. I'm an idiot."

"No you're not. It's not like I talk about it all the time," she said, smiling at him. "You on the other hand made Prom King, Mr. Most Attractive."

He blushed a little. "That was a long time ago. I'm sure you'd have made Queen. Stuck it to all those Mean Girls."

"Ah, the Mean Girls," said Sasha, "Actually me and Pam were among the very few chicks in school that couldn't be touched by them 'cause they knew we could fuck them up if we wanted to."

"You and Pam were badasses back then it seems," he joked.

"What, and we're not now?" she taunted, "Don't let Pam hear that. The two of us combined can lay waste to your precious Divas."

"I'd pay to see that," Joe stated with a grin.

"Do you think I could be a Diva?" asked Sasha, "Not that I'd ever actually want to, God no. But do you think I could cut it?"

"Hell yeah," the Samoan nodded heartily. "With that sexy-ass body, your spunk and athletic background you'd be a definite shoe-in. But I wouldn't want you to be."

"Why not?"

"I don't want the world drooling over you. Imagine if it was back then when bra and panties matches were still going on. I would've hated it."

The mother of two tilted her head in amusement. "You're very possessive of me, Mr. Reigns."

"Got a problem with that?" he asked, ash-colored eyes shining with mischief.

A smile spread across her face. "Not at all. You don't go overboard with it. I get the same way with you sometimes."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way." Picking out a pink rose from the bushes, he broke off half the stem and tucked the flower into her wavy hair. He settled down on a nearby bench and pulled her next to him. Their fingers linked together on his lap, the two leaning against each other as they stared up at the stars littering the sky.

"Can I make a confession?" Sasha's soft voice broke the comfortable silence, and she heard his hum in reply. She wasn't exactly sure why she was bringing this up now, but it felt as good a time as any. "The first time we met...I found you a little intimidating."

Joe chuckled at the admission. "Why? My size?"

"That maybe, and you were so confident and so forward," she said, smiling softly as she reminisced. "I remember when you first asked me out. I was so confused. I kept wondering what this hot, young guy wanted with me, why he was interested in me. Did we even have anything in common? I thought you were just messin' around, ya know? That you were just looking for someone to pass the time with. I couldn't be that girl again, the stepping stone to move on to someone 'better'. I tried to fight you but I quickly realized it was pointless. I was drawn to you. You were bold and upfront and you knew what you wanted, yet you were down-to-earth and I liked that. I liked the attention you were giving me. I caught feelings for you real fast and I welcomed them, even at the risk of getting my heart broken again."

Joe untangled their fingers to wrap his big arm around her, his gaze still upon the sky above. "I was heading to the Grill one fine day. I hadn't been in ages. I actually almost didn't show up but I promised Reg I'd visit when I got back in town. I remembered I was running out of protein shake and stopped by this random-looking grocery store I've never been to before, and I end up bumping into this tiny, beautiful woman who looked like she wanted to beat the shit outta somebody." They both laughed at the memory. "She obviously didn't know who I was, but there was this fire I saw in her that just grabbed me and wouldn't let go. She cusses me out and then storms off before I can say anything else. And then her son, who I thought was her brother, gives me the stank eye for looking at her the wrong way. I'm like okay then, I guess it ends here. Just when I'm thinking I'm never going to see her again, two hours later, bam. There she is, at my friend's workplace. And I'm like this is it. Ain't nothin' stoppin' me now. I'm not letting her go this time. I want her and I won't stop until I've got her...well, unless she tells me to fuck off, I guess. I remember going home after I gave you my number and hoping to God that you didn't chuck it in the trash or something."

Sasha grinned. "I'll admit, I actually considered it."

Chuckling, Joe's lips met her hair. "I know. I'm glad you didn't. Our first date was my first in years." When Sasha pulled back to stare at him, he shrugged. "I'd stopped givin' a shit and just fucked around. Hit and split. Whenever I had problems with whoever I was fucking at the time I would run to some other chick to take the edge off. That was my life for three years. Lather, rinse, repeat. After I met you, that changed. I realized I wanted more than that. Wanted better, and you were that for me. You were the first woman to ever stand up to me and I liked that. Even when you called me out on my motives, I took it as a challenge. I wanted to prove you wrong, and I enjoyed watching you slowly open up to me. I never thought about straying from you, even when we just got started. In the time we were separated I forgot that any other woman existed. I was only counting the minutes, the hours that passed by without you. I think I always knew I was in love with you, but that was the moment when it truly hit me. And it felt like nothing I've ever felt before."

The mother of two kissed her boyfriend's shoulder, inhaling his appealing scent. "A number of times in my life, I thought I was in love," she whispered. "Maybe it was love. But now I'm not sure because none of it compared to how I feel about you." She never believed in fairy tales. Too much had happened in her life to put her faith in such silly fantasies. But this was damn near close to one. Joe, flaws, differences and all, was her Prince Charming, the man she'd dreamed as a little girl that would swoop in and sweep her off her feet. This Samoan Adonis had done all of that and more. She looked at him with tears and her heart in her brown eyes. "You've done so much for me, Joe. You have no idea how much better you make me feel about myself, how much more confident I am now."

Joe smiled softly. "That's the only way I ever want you to feel, baby girl. Beautiful. Sexy. Confident. Because you're all of that without even trying."

"We both got some baggage to get rid of though, don't we?" she asked, sighing deeply.

"We do. We'll help each other out with that every day." His eyes met hers, and again the look on his face was serious and reverent. "I know mine hasn't been the easiest to deal with, especially with my injury trying to revive those demons. You could have washed your hands off me but you didn't. You stood by me when I needed you, even when I thought I didn't. I brought you here to share this little time off with me and to show my appreciation."

And she'd felt every ounce of his appreciation, physically and emotionally, and loved every second of it. Touched, she clasped his precious face in her hands, staring affectionately at her incredible man. "And I thank you for it. For all of it. You know I'd do anything for you, baby. I love you so much," she replied earnestly.

Her gaze was tender and full of love that he couldn't believe was all for him. "I love you too. You mesmerize me, beautiful. No one's ever made me feel the way you do. Believe that."

Sasha broke down laughing. "You did not just say that!" she uttered incredulously. "You just used me to cut a promo," she added jokingly.

"Sorry," he answered sheepishly. "But you'll let me live because you love me, yes?"

"If we have sex in the Jacuzzi tonight, all will be forgiven."

Joe smirked and pulled her in for a kiss. "Deal."

Their last day, as agreed, was a relatively uneventful one. After Sasha surprised Joe with a lavish breakfast in bed, the couple hung out, talking and making out. Their final stroll along the beach turned into something more, the contrast of the white sand's coarse texture against Sasha's smooth skin, her moans blending with the rush of the tide was a memory that Joe would never forget. In the late evening they cuddled together on the patio, watching the sunset, serenaded by the sounds of the ocean waves and the cool saline breeze. Of course, it wasn't long before they were embracing, their lips finding each other's, leisurely lingering and caressing as if they had all the time in the world.

"I wish we didn't have to go back," Sasha whispered against Joe's lips, both arms around him as she curled up on his lap. "I want to stay here with you forever." This was one of the most unforgettable few days of her life. The stresses and strains of reality had been a welcome distant memory here on this idyllic piece of paradise and in the arms of her love.

"Me too, baby girl," Joe murmured, planting soft kisses along the column of her neck. It had been an amazing weekend. He was certain that he could remain like this, with her in his arms for the rest of his life and be a happy man. How had he ever existed without her? If he didn't know he was in love before, he did now. And he felt extremely privileged to know she shared his feelings. He had thought long and hard about their relationship these few days. He knew how he felt about her and how she felt about him. Although they'd been together for a relatively short time, he'd thought about taking it a step further. She had given him an idea of her own feelings though; that it was too soon. And perhaps she had a point. Maybe the time was not right yet. He was willing to wait, because the thought of their bond being jeopardized by his own selfish desires wrenched his gut. However, he could not end this trip without revealing the level of his commitment to her. She needed to know that he was serious about everything he'd ever promised her. "Sash?"

"Hmm?" She pecked the corner of his lips, then pulled back, holding his gaze expectantly as she coiled a lock of his hair around her finger.

Humbled by the love shining in her beautiful eyes, he looked directly into them as he brushed her cheek with his thumb. "I'm going to ask you to marry me one day, and I hope you'll say yes."

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So...I know a few people expected something more direct (and there was another route being clamored for as well). If I picked any right away, ITDE would be over by now, and frankly I'm having too much fun with it. There's still a ways to go, and I hope you're not bored/impatient and you'll stick around. I appreciate your feedback very much and I feel you deserve the best and I'll try to give you the best. So patience, my loves. :)

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