Chapter 44

Tonight was it.

Gabriella had mulled the idea over in her head several times throughout the night and decided she couldn't wait until the draft. Her lover had texted her over the past two days and she hadn't answered any of them. With the texts came the phone calls and Gabriella had to silence her cell since the ringing was annoying. It was Tuesday night; she was leaving tomorrow to head home for her 2 days off, like everyone else, but not before talking to Baron. Maybe they could even spend the next couple days together, providing he felt the same way she did.

It was a huge risk and could destroy their relationship as a whole, friendship included. Gabriella couldn't handle another sex dream about Baron though. She wanted the real thing, to experience it and actually FEEL his tongue and lips caress her body, along with his hands, from head to toe. The mere thought of this possibly happening had butterflies fluttering in Gabriella's stomach. She had no idea what she was going to say or do when Baron opened his hotel room door, but one way or another, he would know the truth tonight.

Earlier that day, after receiving the news of Jecina's surprise engagement, Gabriella had started thinking about her own life, her own happiness. She was sure Lilianna had done the same thing. They were shocked and happy for their friend, though the trust issues were also brought up. Jecina told them as long as Jon wound up on the same show as her, she wouldn't have a problem marrying him and working through her issues silently. They didn't think that was a good idea and voiced their concern and opinions, but in the end, the woman was going to do what she felt best.

After Smackdown!, Gabriella went back to the hotel and gussied herself up, deciding to go a little sexier than usual. It was a pure white short jumpsuit, one piece, with a low dip in the neckline to show some cleavage. The top was a halter and it was completely backless, the hems having white lace. Gabriella slipped on her white Stiletto heels that strapped up the calves, made sure her fiery red hair was on point, along with her makeup, before heading out. Hopefully, Baron would take one look at her and immediately pounce, which would be welcomed. Stepping on the elevator, Gabriella had a million thoughts running through her mind, rubbing her hands together and wished the numbers would go faster.

A ding sounded as she stepped off and headed down the hallway, slowing down the closer she got to Baron's room. She stopped at the sound of giggling and felt her heart plummet to the depths of her stomach at what she saw. A bleach blonde with tight shorts that rode up her backside and a silver sequined top, if it could be called that, with hooker black heels stood in front of Baron. She was giggling at whatever he was whispering in her ear while trying to unlock his door. The hotel they were staying at didn't have keycards, they were actual keys for a change.

"I'm such a HUGE fan of yours, Lone Wolf." The blonde giggled, sliding her nails down his chest and licked her lips hungrily.

A RING RAT?! Baron was actually with a ring rat?! Gabriella felt the nausea wash over her and couldn't pull her eyes away from the scene as Baron smirked at the blonde. His lips found hers and they were devouring each other with their mouths as he slammed her forcefully against the now open door. They're tongues were so far down each other's throats, Gabriella didn't know if they'd be able to ever pry apart. His growls echoed down the hallway along with her moans of pleasure and Gabriella actually felt her knees buckle when his hotel door slammed shut.

Baron was screwing a ring rat at that very moment.

Tears rushed down her face as Gabriella wrapped her arms around herself, not believing the spectacle she just witnessed. Granted, Baron was a single man, not tied down to anyone, but she never thought he'd go for a ring rat! How many of those women had he taken to his bed? It was none of her business and coming here had been a vital mistake. Her heart was shattered and Gabriella had no idea how she was supposed to look Baron in the eye again without feeling disgust roll through her.

Needing to get out of there, Gabriella took off running and didn't bother with the elevator, taking the back staircase two at a time. She did not stop until she was back in her room and tossed her belongings on the bed. Her phone buzzed at that moment and she grabbed it, reading the text message. It wasn't just a text message – a photo was attached with her naked lover and his finger crooked, beckoning her to him. At least he wanted her! Gabriella knew her emotions were running high and she couldn't do this, but she grabbed her purse up, texting him back.

What room are you in? I'm on my way.

Not even five seconds later, a response came through. 523, I'm waiting for you, baby. Just walk in, the door is unlocked.

Slipping her phone in her purse, Gabriella headed back out, leaving her Stilettos behind and went up another floor to where the suite were located. The more expensive suites. Baron obviously didn't want her, which wasn't fair to think since he had no idea how she felt, but she was too angry to think rationally. Gabriella didn't hesitate opening the door to the suite and stepped inside, closing it behind her. Sure enough, as soon as she walked into the room further, he was sprawled on the bed, completely naked and had a bucket with a bottle of champagne on the side.

"Goddamn, that's quite the outfit you got on, baby." He complimented, his dark eyes devouring her from head to toe and sat up on the bed, patting the spot beside him. "Come here, let's talk."

Gabriella wasn't in the mood to talk and slowly shook her head, reaching up to untie the halter top of the jumpsuit before pushing it down her body. No bra, just white lace panties were the only other piece of clothing she had on. His eyes were boring into her as she stepped forward to kneel on the bed, pushing him back down.

"How about some champagne first? I wanna celebrate your victory from Extreme Rules." Reaching over, he took the bottle of champagne and held it up to her lips, watching her take a long pull from it before doing the same.

"I need it to hurt tonight." Gabriella informed him, already positioning her mouth at the tip of his hard cock and began stroking it, watching his eyes widen. "I mean it. I want you to fuck me until it HURTS. If you can't do that for me, I'm leaving."

Feeling his mouth go dry at her command, all he could do was nod and watched as she took him in her mouth, folding his arms beneath his head against the pillow. "You want me to fuck your mouth, baby?"

"As hard as you can." Gabriella meant what she said; she needed tonight to hurt to get rid of the heartache she currently felt from Baron.

Nodding, refusing to deny this fiery redhead beauty anything, he began thrusting his hips to drive his cock in and out of her mouth. Gabriella moaned at the stretching of her mouth, the tightening of her jaw and craved more, needing actual pain. He suddenly pushed her away and stood up with her on her knees on the bed. This would be a lot better and he'd be able to go deeper in her mouth. Gabriella dug her nails in his backside, smacking it when he wasn't thrusting deep and fast enough and that forced a growl out of him. Despite the pain, she began humming to send vibrations throughout his body and that made him grip the back of her head tightly, his fingers entangled in her red tresses, and thrust as hard, deep and fast as he could.

When he exploded, Gabriella tried to swallow as much of his seed as she could, but some of it leaked out of the corners of her mouth. He did not stop thrusting until his cock went completely limp, sliding out of her sore mouth. Instead of giving her a reprieve to catch her breath, he yanked her head up to his to crush his mouth to hers. She wanted him to make it hurt. That was her request. He was only doing what she wanted him to do. Tasting himself on her tongue was erotic, intoxicating and he suddenly had to have her. Immediately. Foreplay would have to wait. Dragging her off the bed to where she was on shaky feet in front of her, he whipped her around and bent her over the bed none too gently.

Luckily, he'd popped a Viagra pill, so his dick was already hard as a rock again and he didn't even check to see if she was ready for him. Slamming home, his forearm pressed against the back of her neck to keep Gabriella perfectly still on the bed. He didn't see the tears sliding down her cheeks or her mouth slightly swelling from how hard he'd fucked her mouth. Growling vehemently, he slapped her backside as hard as he could, to the point where bruises would be left behind, and plummeted in and out of her dripping sex. Hard, fast, deep…this would not last long, unfortunately, despite the medication.

"Oh god! Oh fuck!" Gabriella cried out, feeling all kinds of pain and welcomed it, slamming her eyes shut at the hard fucking she was receiving at the hands of her lover. "Yes! Yes, harder, make it HURT!"

His body was coated in sweat as his forearm left her neck to slide his tongue down her spine before gripping her hips, powering in and out of her violently. Gabriella managed to push herself up on her own forearms, her nails digging into the comforter and stared at the wall. The tears did not stop. She was openly crying from both the pain and heartbreak she currently suffered. All Gabriella could do was stay bent over like the little bitch she was and take his cock, feeling more of her dignity being stripped away. This was all she'd ever be good for as long as she was in the WWE – this man's personal whore.

Despite his efforts, Gabriella did not climax for him like she normally would have and felt his seed explode inside of her. No need for a condom when she was on birth control. Granted, it was still a risk, but Gabriella had been on birth control since her teen years, had her fair share of sex, and never got pregnant. With this man, she highly doubted it would happen. Pulling away from him as soon as she felt his cock leave her body, Gabriella stood up from the bed while he collapsed on his back on top of the mattress.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to my room." Gabriella answered in a monotone voice, slipping back into her jumpsuit and felt him stop her, his hand wrapped around her upper arm.

"I'm still hard, and I'm not finished with you yet."

Gabriella took one look at him and lowered her eyes to his once again hardened cock, knowing he had to be enhanced somehow. There was no way that was normal and her pussy was already numb. Pain. He would cause her more pain and that's what she needed to feel right now. Dropping the jumpsuit, Gabriella let him guide her back to the bed and laid down with him hovering over her.

"Still want me to make it hurt, baby? Cause I can make it really good for you too." He offered, already taking her nipple in his mouth to swirl it around his tongue before going to the other one, paying it the same attention.

"Keep making it hurt, please."

None of this felt good anymore. His tongue and lips on her body felt foreign and Gabriella hated herself for getting involved with him in the first place. She was convinced the only reason he'd called her up to the main roster and allowed her to win the Women's championship was to fuck her. Gabriella had essentially sold her body and pussy off in exchange to be on the main roster making more money and becoming champion.

She really was a whore.

What she really wanted to do was scream at him to get off her and run out of there as fast as she could. However, Gabriella didn't want to piss him off either and simply lay there, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to her body. This was his body now, it was no longer hers. That was how it felt. When he slid inside of her aching core again, she went on auto-pilot and shut her eyes, not believing he hadn't asked once why she was crying. The tears had kept falling, but all he did was keep screwing her, using her body for whatever he wanted.

By the time he finished with her, Gabriella was limping to the door while he snored loudly, sleeping on his stomach. She was sobbing and he hadn't stirred once, not a care in the world. There was nobody else to blame, not even him, for what just happened and what Gabriella allowed. This was all on her. She had met him down in NXT and accepted his offer to come to his hotel room. If she never would've accepted that offer, if she would've just made it to the main roster on her own, maybe she wouldn't be feeling like a piece of garbage right now.

He was nothing more than a stranger screwing her. Gabriella swallowed hard, feeling the nausea return and dressed before rushing out of his suite to return to her own room. Sobbing violently, Gabriella unlocked her door and flipped the bolt on it before shedding her clothes again, immediately jumping in the shower. She put the water on as hot as she could stand it and scrubbed her skin raw, crying harder than she ever had in her life. He hadn't done anything she didn't ask for, so it wasn't rape. He hadn't raped her, no matter how much it may have felt like. Gabriella had ASKED for it to hurt and the pain was more than she ever thought possible.

After her shower, Gabriella didn't bother dressing and collapsed on the bed in a sobbing heap, covering her face with her hands. Baron screwed ring rats; that was something she NEVER needed to know and wished she'd never witnessed. Then, she'd basically gone to her lover and demanded him to rape her, without it actually happening since it was all consensual.

Tonight wasn't it.

Tonight was horrible and it needed to end as her eyes closed, sleep consuming her instantly.