50 Shades of Ambrose
Danielle was a PA for Dean Ambrose. She has always been quiet and shy, when it came to Renee Young, because she knew she and Dean were dating. Secretly, Danielle hoped that she would one day be the girl that Dean had eyes for, but for now she had to wait. Dean made sure that Danielle had done everything on his list because he was going to ask Renee, if she wanted to be his official girlfriend. While waiting for Renee, in his locker room, he tells Danielle to pack his bag. As she starts to pack, Renee walks in and Dean tells Danielle to leave. As she leaves, Renee gives Danielle a wicked look before asking Dean why he called for her. Danielle stood outside the locker room door and listened in. "So, I have a question for, Renee. Would you like to be my girlfriend and I don't mean hidden. I mean real world girlfriend". Renee looked at Dean and was about to answer him, but he added a stipulation. "Just so you know, they call me the Lunatic-Fringe because of what I do, in the bedroom, and not the wrestling ring. When I said I wanted you, I meant I wanted you as my girlfriend and my Sub". Renee's eyes widened and she looked at him. "You mean like that movie with that Christian Grey character?" "Yeah, just like that", he said. "You're sick, Ambrose. I would never do anything kinky like that. Besides, I'm already seeing someone", she said as she swung open the door and saw Danielle standing there. "He's a sick man and you'd do best to stay away from him", she said as she walked away.
As Renee leaves, Danielle comes back in and finishes packing Dean's bag. She has no idea that Dean is watching her, but as he stares at her swiftness and attention to detail, he can't help notice how sexy she is. He wonders why he never noticed it before. Once she is done packing the bags, she turns to Dean and smiles. "Anything else, Dean?" Dean smiles at her and says, "Danielle, have you ever been to Las Vegas?". She smiles and says she's never really been anywhere and asks why he wanted to know. "Just wondering what you were doing while we're on break?", he asked. She said she had no idea what she was doing and that's when he made her dreams come true. "Well, why don't you come to Vegas and hang out with me. I have a spare room, at my place, and this way you don't have to get a room and we can get to know each other better", he said as he took his suitcase and opened the locker room door, for her. The couple says their goodbyes to everyone and head towards their car, that will take them to the airport. Once the couple arrives in Vegas, Dean gets them a taxi and they arrive at his apartment. He opens the door and allows Danielle to enter. She puts her bag down and looks around the apartment. "This is really nice. Simple yet, somehow, just what I thought it would be", she says as she heads into the living room and sets her bag down. The apartment looks like one of those "staged model units" they show you, when you first go looking, at apartments. "Well, I'm not really here much, but it's good to have a place where I can just relax and unwind", he says as he goes to the kitchen and grabs two sodas, from the fridge. "Here", he says as he hands her a soda and the two sit down. They make small talk and Dean realizes that the shy girl, who's been doing his bidding, is really a sweet and caring young woman, with plans for her future. "So, are you seeing anyone, Danielle?", he asks as he sits his drink down and turns to face her. She stops drinking and looks at Dean, as if he just asked her the million dollar question. "Uh, no not really. What I mean is, I date on occasion, when I can, but as for seeing anyone seriously, no I'm not", she said. Dean looked at her, took her hands in his and said, "Have you ever wanted to have someone control you and your desires or needs?", Dean asked as he moved closer to her.
Danielle sees Dean moving closer and she anticipates his kiss. Their lips touch and Danielle soon feels herself being pulled up, by a strong set of arms. Their lips release as he picks her up and carries her to his room. He places her on the bed and that's when she sees a treasure-chest type box, on a table, in the corner of the room. She sees him sit on the bed and then he says, "Have you ever read the book 50 Shades of Grey or seen the movie?" She nods her head and says she's done both and wants to know why. "Well, I'm looking for a girl who can handle being a Sub. See, I'm a Dom and every girl I've been with, seems to have an issue with me". Danielle looks at him and says, "So, what you're saying is, you are Christian Gray and you want me to be Anastasia, right?" Dean smiles and nods his head. "Do I get to do anything to you?", she asks as she walks over to the chest and then the wardrobe, next door. Dean smiles and says, "Yes", causing Danielle to smile and kiss him. "So, does this mean you're gonna do it?" Danielle smiles and says, "Yes Sir".
Dean decided that he would go and get the couple dinner, so while he was gone, Danielle decided to check out the "Magical Treasure Chest". Looking back into the living area, as if to check to see if anyone was watching, she quickly stepped over to the dresser and finding the case unlocked, fingered the latches and then opened the case. She gasped in surprise and her heart raced in a combination of panic and sexual stimulation as she gazed on the contents of the case. Standing as if frozen, she stared in panic and disbelief at a collection of vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, paddles and straps that completely filled the case. "Oh my god!" she whispered to herself as she quickly closed the case and rushed back into the living area. Not trusting her shaking knees to hold her up, she once again sat down on the bed and ten minutes later was sitting in the same position, staring straight ahead when she heard the lock on the door click open. She stood, went to the living room, and turned toward the door. Soon she found herself staring into the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
Closing the door, Dean walked across the room and took her hands in a firm grip. Pushing her away, he intently and hungrily eyed her figure from head to toe, not missing a curve or line in the process.
"You look beautiful, Danielle," he said with a sincere smile, "I'm so glad you're here". She lowered her eyes, shyness taking over her persona. She was amazed at the warmth his hands exuded and it only served to emphasize her nervousness by contrasting his warm dry hands with her sweaty shaking ones. "I…Um, thank you," she stammered, feeling her nipples harden and a tingling between her legs as he continued to hold her hands and study her body. The authority conveyed in the firmness of his grip was unmistakable and she immediately understood that he was a man accustomed to being in charge. Although she hadn't yet fully admitted it to herself, she would soon be bending to his will. "Would you like a drink?" he asked as he released his grip on her hands. She said she would like some water and he commanded her to get it. "I'd like one too, please go get it. You know where they are", he said as he sent her away, with a smack on her butt cheek. She came back and handed him his bottle of water. He took it and set it on the table, as he commanded her to stand straight and tall and not to move, regardless of what she felt. The next fifteen minutes were spent in casual conversation focused on the cool weather and the rules of their game.
Dean finished his water and headed into the bedroom, to change clothes. He had no sooner left the room when Danielle heard him stop just inside the bedroom door. After a pause that seemed to last an hour he turned and re-entered the living area. Danielle turned only to see his steely eyes boring into her with anger. "Well," he gritted through clenched teeth, "I see you had time to snoop through my belongings." Dropping her gaze in fear she said, "W-what do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." He replied as he strode across the room, "That case was latched when I left here, the latches are open. You're the only one who has been in the room." "I-I'm sorry…" she stammered, "I was nervous and more than a little scared. I didn't mean to…" "Well," he responded, "At least we can dispense with the formalities." "Formalities?" she asked, raising her gaze to meet his only to look down again under the anger blazing in his eyes. "Yes, Danielle," he responded sharply, "I was going to take it easy on you at first. Ease you into this a little at the time, but I've changed my mind.
Dean woke up early the following morning, pleasantly surprised to find Danielle and him facing each other, arms and legs locked, in a very comfortable embrace. He heard her breathing softly against his chest, a slight smile touching her lips, as if she were in a happy dream. He leaned forward ever so slightly so he could kiss her forehead. She looked so sweet and innocent in the morning light, but he knew better. From the taste he had of her last night, he knew she could be a wanton hussy... his wanton hussy, if she wanted to be. Just from that little taste alone, he knew that he wanted her for himself. Caressing her cheek tenderly, he remembered how she actually begged him to stop last night. He smiled, knowing she'd do a 180-degree turn soon enough and beg him for more. He had a feeling that she would be a delight to train, to guide with a firm yet gentle hand, to mold her to his needs.
Slowly and carefully, so as not to disturb her sleep, he untangled himself from her embrace and left the bed. He headed towards the bathroom, brushed his teeth, splashed cold water on his face, then wiped his face with a soft towel. He needed to think, and his early morning workouts were an ideal time for that. Pausing at the side of the bed, he gazed down at her sleeping form and smiled. He then made his way quietly towards the basement, which doubled as his gym and 'Playroom', and hopped on his treadmill to warm up. Thoughts of Jade occupied his mind. She was beautiful, enticing and even thinking about her stirred his growing appetite and desire for her. He remembered all too well the way she tasted, how her kisses incited his passions, and how good it felt to be inside her. God he wanted her. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted anyone like this, but he'd be a fool to let her go.
Since Danielle was inexperienced in the Dom/Sub lifestyle, Dean decided that he would have to go by instinct, play it by ear, teach her his ways gradually, yet be firm, and not scare her away. He was interested in seeing how far he could push her, and the extent to which she would go to please him. He also sensed a little of the untamed in her, a quality he actually liked, so he would have to be careful not to break her spirit while bending her to his will. Yes, he smiled to himself. She would indeed present a unique challenge to him. While Dean went for a work out, Danielle woke up to find herself alone in his bed. She looked around, disoriented at first, wondering where she was. Then she remembered last night, and smiled as the memories came flooding back to her. Dean. The very thought of him sent a very pleasurable shiver up and down her spine. She remembered the cascade of orgasms he so easily brought her to, wave after pleasurable wave until she thought she wouldn't be able to take anymore. Her face flushed with the memory and she wondered what else he was capable of.
She threw the covers off her and swung her legs over the edge. She felt the plush bedroom carpet under her feet for the first time, since Dean had carried her to the bedroom last night. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked around, unsure of what to do next. Her clothes were on the floor, but she found his shirt instead and put it on. She headed down the hall and found Dean, working out. "So, this is the spare room I was supposed to use, right?", she said as she stood there, watching him. Aside from his gym shorts, he had nothing else on. She had already seen him in the nude last night, but still, she couldn't help admiring the way his body looked in movement. Dean caught Danielle, out of the corner of his eye and beckoned her over. "Come. Straddle my lap, Danielle", he softly said, patting his lap with his palms. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed that she was wearing his T-shirt. It was big enough that it flowed down to her mid-thigh, just coyly covering up the treasure between her legs he so hotly craved.
He could see the outline of her ample breasts and nicely rounded fanny under his T-shirt that led to her shapely legs. She was built for pleasure, and he could feel his arousal betraying his outward calmness and control. She seemed so shy and vulnerable as she slowly made her way to him and sat on his lap, her feet together on the floor. "No," he said gently but firmly. "I said straddle my lap, Danielle." She quickly and obediently complied, which pleased him. "Good girl," he smiled, feeling her warm moistness there. Feeling Dean's caress on her face, Danielle kissed the palm of his hand and whispered, "Hi. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your T-shirt." "Not at all," he murmured. "You look absolutely scrumptious in it." His hand wandered down to her clit, and thumbed it rhythmically, causing delicious jolts throughout her body. "Oh god..." she moaned, eyes closed, soft gasps of pleasure escaping her throat.
"You like that don't you, little one?", he purred, sliding his middle finger inside her pussy and feeling her body shiver, when he did so. He stroked her for awhile but before she could satisfactorily peak, he withdrew his finger and thumb, leaving her adrift. She groaned, wanting more, but Dean silenced her by placing his finger on her lips. He grinned when she licked her juices off his fingers without him asking. "We need to talk, little one," he said. "OK," she said, quiet and attentive, her flushed cheeks an indication of her state of arousal. "As I mentioned last night, I would very much like to see more of you, Danielle", he began. "I would like to take you under my wing, to make you my submissive, if you agree to let me, I will love, nurture, protect and guide you. Understand it's entirely up to you though. You're free to say no, return to your life, and live as though we've never met. On the other hand, if you feel as I do, we can carry on."
Danielle gazed into Dean's blue eyes and saw tenderness and affection there. She bowed her head and blushed. Yes, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Even his mere touch drove her wild, as evidenced just now when he was playing with her clit. She sensed a certain power about him. Not physical power, although he certainly didn't lack it but rather, in the way his mind worked and the way he carried himself. It was a measure of self-assuredness that she found intoxicating, a quality she could lose herself in. It thrilled her to know that he wanted her and she wanted very much to surrender herself to his will. She had never met anyone like him, and doubted she ever would again. "I would like that, Dean", she replied with a slight quiver in her voice. She saw that the smile on his face lit up not only his face but also his eyes. She leaned forward to embrace him when he pulled her close. "Wonderful," he said, breathing more easily now. "Absolutely wonderful. One thing though, little one." "Yes Dean?" "You may address me as Dean when we're among other people, but you are to refer to me as either Master or Sir when we're alone. Understood?" "Yes Sir." "And if you speak to me in anything but a respectful tone, disobey me, or misbehave, rest assured I'll discipline you. You won't know when, or what I'll do, but I will act on it. Understood?" "Yes Sir."
Dean smiled in satisfaction. He reached under her T-shirt, and flicked her hard nipples with his thumbs. Seeing the expression of delight on her face, he kneaded her breasts, gently at first, then increased the pressure so it almost hurt, but not much. Danielle meanwhile was slowly gyrating her hips, spreading her wetness all over his lap, making him hard. Summoning all his control, he said in a firm tone, "Enough, little one. We'll have time for that later. Head upstairs and shower. You can use any of the towels that are folded on the rack. Look through the drawers in the bathroom, there should be a new toothbrush you can use. We'll stop by your place, then have breakfast and spend the day together." Danielle whimpered in protest, but saw the expression on Dean's face and complied. "Yes Sir," she whispered, and made her way back to his room. Dean watched her leave, observing the way her luscious body looked and moved in his T-shirt. He let his breath out slowly and softly chuckled to himself. She was going to be a challenge indeed, and he looked forward to it.
On her way back to the bedroom, she removed the t-shirt and walked towards the bathroom. She saw the fresh towels on the rack as Dean mentioned and started searching the drawers for a toothbrush. She found one and used it to brush her teeth. When she was done, she slid the shower door open, stepped in, shut it and adjusted the water temperature before letting it hit her face. She immediately relaxed and let out a happy sigh, unaware that Dean was watching her from the bathroom door. Dean peeled off his gym shorts, slid the shower door open, got in there with her and starting kissing her neck. His arms reached around her and caressed her wet body with his hands. Hearing her moan, he took the bar of soap from her hands and applied it all over her body. He kissed and nibbled her ears and neck, while she leaned back and rubbed her body against his like a cat. His soapy hand lingered on her breasts, slid down to her flat stomach, then headed towards her little nub.
A long, heavy sigh escaped her lips, and he spoke in her ear, "Don't climax until I say you can."
Groaning, she nevertheless nodded her head in acquiescence. "It's going to be difficult, Sir," she moaned.
"Don't," he warned, his voice soft. "Not until I say you can, little one. Disobey me and suffer the consequences." "Yes Sir," she nodded, leaning forward till both her hands were against the wall. She felt Dean's soapy hand leave her clit and head towards her ass. He slid his hand down her crack while his lips lavished kisses on her shoulder and her back. Moving back to her clit, he teased and played with it, while she tried very hard not to peak. "Very good, little one," Dean said as he turned her around and kissed her fully on her lips. "Now, soap me up, please. All over, and don't miss an inch." "I won't Sir", as Danielle took the soap from his hands and applied it on his body, loving the feel of his body under her hands. Her clit was still buzzing, and another touch might send her over the edge, but she tried not to think about it. When she was done soaping his back, Dean turned around so she could do the same to his front. Her hands worked in a circular motion, starting from his shoulders, down to his chest, and his taut stomach muscles. Dean smiled when he noticed her pausing at his stiffness, a look of desire in her eyes. "I said every inch, little one. Don't stop." "With pleasure, Sir," she beamed, her soapy hands wrapped around his rod. She heard him moan softly at her touch, his eyes half closed. Soaping up her hands, she extended her touch to his balls, even reaching behind, all the way up his crack. Her hands returned to his stiff rod and this time his eyes were open, watching her as she masturbated him. "Mm-mm-mm, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, smiling when she nodded. Without warning, his fingers flew to her clit. "Keep stroking me pet, but don't peak yourself." Danielle groaned once again. She didn't think she could hold back much longer. She needed release, and soon. "Please Sir... I need to cum. I really do." Dean kissed her neck and said in her ear. "How badly do you need it little one? Tell me." "Really badly. I'm almost over the edge. Please, please, please allow me, Sir," she moaned, barely able to speak.
"Really now? And what are you willing to do if I allow you your orgasm?" Two of his fingers slid into her, stroking her slowly, as he awaited her answer. "Oh god... anything! I'll do anything you ask, Sir! Please, oh please..." she pleaded. Turning off the water, Dean nuzzled her neck and said, "Go dry off and wait for me on the bed," he instructed. "Don't play with yourself." "Thank you, Sir," Danielle said as she grabbed a towel from the rack and dried herself. Moving from the steamy confines of the shower to the coolness of the bedroom made the skin over her already hard nipples tighter. She dried her hair with the towel as best as she could and waited for him on the bed.
Dean turned the water back on and washed away the last of the soapy residue on his skin. When he was done he turned the water off, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed his towel to dry himself off. He walked into the bedroom and saw her lying on the bed, looking utterly delectable. He fluffed his hair with the towel then tossed it onto the easy chair. Sliding on the bed next to her, his lips met hers in a long, lingering kiss. Little noises escaped her throat and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His lips wandered down to her breasts, licking and sucking everywhere but her hardened nipples. It was exquisite torture and he knew it, especially from her moans. "Are you ready, little one?" he asked, trailing little kisses all over her face. "Yes, Sir I am," Danielle anxiously whispered. In response, Dean raised her legs, placed them on his shoulders, and entered her. A loud gasp of delight from Danielle made him smile. He started with slow, rhythmic strokes and watched the expressions of pleasure flit across her face.
"Ooh yes, yes, yes...", she moaned as she arched her back. "Please Sir, may I?" "Yes, sweet one, you may seek your release," he replied, grinding into her hard. He felt her body shudder almost immediately, the first of several orgasms. He leaned forward till her legs touched her body, and continued making love to her that way. Another shudder rocked Danielle's body, followed closely by another, till it was apparent that she was riding the wave. Her eyes were closed, honeyed lips parted, her hands on her sides clutching the bed sheets, unaware of anything else but Dean and what he was doing to her. Steven pulled away from her warmth and patted her fanny, his voice thick with desire. "Turn around and get on all fours, little one." Danielle eagerly complied. She turned around, head resting on her crossed forearms on the bed, sticking her delicious, tempting fanny up in the air. She wriggled it mischievously, making Dean chuckle. She giggled, but that giggle was quickly replaced with a loud cry, resembling a half-groan, half-whimper, when Dean slammed into her hot, waiting, wetness.
"Oh God," she sobbed, her breathing ragged, her body shuddering in intense bliss, as Dean pummeled her, lifting her off the bed with each stroke. His fingers sought her little nub and played with it, and she was overwhelmed with the incredible sensations hitting her body. Dean felt his own orgasm building, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached and held onto her shoulders, and several long, hard strokes later, he buried himself as deep as he could inside her. He stopped moving, letting out a low growl, and his throbbing manhood pumped his juices into her. "Oh Danielle", he sighed, collapsing on the bed next to her. He pulled her on top of him and kissed her, long and hard. Then he gazed into her eyes and stroked her hair. "My precious. My very own", he smiled. Danielle snuggled on his chest and sighed, happy and satisfied. "That I am, Master." Absently stroking her back, Dean softly laughed. "Why are you laughing, Sir?", Danielle asked, seeing the amusement in his eyes. "I keep wanting to take you out somewhere but we can't seem to keep our hands off each other long enough for that to happen," he grinned, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear.
Danielle giggled, then made a move to roll off him, but Dean held her fast. "Don't you dare, precious," he shook his head. "It's OK. It's an incredible start to our first day together. We still have the rest of the day ahead of us. Dean kissed the top of her head , as they drifted off to sleep.