I was talking to my nephew, Andrew, as we were on our way out after the TNA show. He was in a complete frenzy about how Samoa Joe had given him a shirt. "This is the best day of my life!" He hugged the large shirt on his small body. "Best. Birthday. Ever! I wanna come here all the time! All the birthdays, forever!" He hugged his shirt again and hopped in a circle. He jumped onto my waist and wrapped his legs around one of mine. "You're the best auntie ever! I love you."

"Anything for you, my sweet boy. I'm just glad you're happy with your birthday…" I put my hand on Andrew's head to stop him as I noticed someone laid out by the exit to the parking lot. "Hold on, is that Kurt?"

The door opened beside him and Dean walked in dragging a steel chair. "Oh."

I put my hand on Andrew's shoulder and pulled him back. "What did you do?"

"What? You mean him?" He pointed down at Kurt with a crooked smile. "He got in my way." Dean dropped the chair and took his phone out, tapping roughly on the screen as he stared at me with his mouth slightly open. "Look at that. Nothing. Six months?!"

"Not here. Not now."

"Oh yeah? When? Another six months from now?! No. You're gonna deal with me now."

I turned to Andrew and whispered directions to him. He nodded and ran back the way we came. I watched him leave, waiting until he was gone before I reacted. "You've got hella nerve showing your face here," I said as I approached him.

"There she is." He stepped over Kurt, dropping the chair on him.

"How exactly did you think this would play out?!"

"I could ask you the same shit. You didn't really think I wouldn't show up?!"

"Get the fuck out of here before anyone else sees you!" He was yelling something back at me but I couldn't hear him over my own voice. "I don't wanna hear it! I don't care! Fucking leave!" He stopped suddenly and just stared at me. 'What?"

"You smell really good."

I scoffed, "it's called Bonbon. Buy yourself a bottle."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

He held his phone up again. "Why haven't I heard from you?"

I shrugged and threw my hands up, "I don't get a lot of time to myself but I'm not difficult to get a hold of if you really wanted to."

"You sure you're not just avoiding me?"

"Of course not," I answered, trying to sound as relaxed as possible.

"Then what's with fat, uglier Roman Reigns here?" I took a few steps back and Joe moved between us. Dean closed his eyes and smiled. "Get out of my face, Joe."

"What're you doing harassing that little girl? It's not a good look. Don't think your overlords would be too happy to hear about it."

"Thanks, Joe," I told him as I started to walk back.

"Oh, so you're on friendly terms with Samoan Godzilla now? Hey," Dean smiled at me as he said, "I'm gonna kick his head off. Just for you."

"Tell that to Abyss. Bye," I sighed, leaving to go get my nephew and let Samoa Joe and Abyss deal with the problem I had created.

I was relieved when I was finally able to get Andrew home to my brother. Once I was alone again, I was trying to figure out how to explain the situation to everyone that had gotten involved on my behalf. When I was finally home I noticed the flickering light of the TV upstairs. I sat in the car for a while, staring at the window and thinking about leaving. Even though I wanted to leave, I knew I couldn't do it without feeding Petals.

I resigned my mind to dealing with whatever situation was waiting inside when I finally went in. While I mostly dreaded going upstairs, a more primal part of me was only putting it off to keep up the suspense. I sat on the kitchen floor beside Petals as she ate her dinner. "I've got to go up eventually, right? Fuck. Fine."

As I went up, I thought about what I was going to do to feel at ease but I was also fully aware, I had no idea what was happening. I hesitated before pushing open the bedroom door and walking in as though everything was normal.

I could see Dean lying on my bed but I chose to ignore his presence. I opened the door to the bathroom and turned on the light. I was starting to wash my face but the more I was able to hear the TV, the more it sounded like he was in a live Call of Duty lobby. I stopped what I was doing and rushed out.

"What are you doing?"

"Just fucking up your kill death ratio." I rushed to the bed and he rolled off the other side. He held the controller out. "Come take it from me." I scoffed and turned to the PS4 and turned it off manually. "You have more deaths than kills now and I can turn it on and keep going." I put my hand out and he held it up. "Come get it." I approached hesitantly until we could not be clear without touching. Glaring at him, I put my hand up again.

"Fine."

He put it in my hand but before I could do anything with it, he lifted me by my waist and threw me on the bed. I quickly rolled to my back and he had one knee on the edge of the bed. "Wait." He grabbed my ankle and pulled me to him. "Okay, okay."

"Shut up. I wanna show you something." He pulled down his bottom lip and a split was clearly visible.

"Was that Abyss?"

"You sicked your monster on me."

"Yet here you are."

"I have to punish you for it." He grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me closer until I was at the edge of the bed, pressed against him. He lifted my legs and wrapped them around him. "What you're really gonna pay for, is making me wait six months." He grabbed the edge of my shirt and easily pulled it off over my head. "Nothing to say now?"

"I don't think it-" He shoved the shirt into my mouth forcefully, making me gag.

Dean brought his face beside mine and whispered into my ear. "Shut the fuck up." He put his fingers on the shirt, digging it further into my throat as I gagged and struggled to pull away. "I don't want to hear anything out of that filthy mouth unless it's choking on my cock." He pinned my arm against the bed. "Don't even think of taking that gag out either."

He slapped my face softly several times as he pinched and pulled on my nipple, making my body writhe against him. "All you had to do was call me. That's it." He lowered his face to my chest, taking practically my entire boob into his mouth and biting hard. I screamed into my gag and I grabbed his hair, trying to pull him back. He growled and shook his head slightly. My eyes rolled back but I tried not to move my body for fear of making it hurt more.

Dean grabbed one of my wrists and moved it to his shoulder so I clung to him. The other, I rested on his face tenderly, looking to earn a break from his teeth. He turned his face into it and kissed my finger tips. For a moment, he rested with his eyes closed in my hand, his hot breath escaping between my fingers. I rubbed my hips against him almost involuntarily as my body was heating up. It was so satisfying to feel how hard he was against me and to be able to massage myself on him.

He pulled his face away and snatched my wrist. He placed it on his bulge and rubbed himself with my hand, thrusting into it as he winced against my gagged mouth. I wanted to kiss him so I pushed my gag against his mouth. I felt like an animal begging for affection.

He waved his finger in my face. "You haven't earned that yet. I'm gonna fuck your tight pussy. When I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna pull out and cum down your throat so hard that it'll bubble out of your lips and nose. Maybe then I'll be in a more charitable mood." He smiled widely and kissed my forehead.

I felt him touch the top of my pants, undoing my belt and pants with one hand faster than I could do it myself with both. He stood up straight, moving both of my legs to one side of his body and got them completely off with one pull. He did the same to my underwear then leaned over me and whispered against my face, "this pussy wet for me?" I felt his fingers graze against me tauntingly. I arched my back, pulling away from him. "Where do you think you're going?" He put his hand on my neck and slowly tightened his grip. "Move down. I want your ass right at the edge." I felt myself wanting to smile and shook my head. "I'm sorry, what?"

I yanked the shirt out of my mouth, "make me."

He slapped my face then held it in his palm, squishing it. I stuck my tongue out, licking his fingers. He stared at my tongue on him, sticking out his own to lick it but pulling back. "Nice try." He grabbed the shirt and shoved it back down my throat aggressively. "I'll punish that filthy mouth later." He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to the edge of the bed under him. He stared at me as he shoved his fingers inside me. I threw my head back with a long groan. I could hear the squelching sounds of my body as he shook his fingers inside me. "You like having my fingers in your tight pussy? You're already really wet for me." The sounds of his fingers inside me only turned me on more. He slid this thumb up to my clit and I bucked against him involuntarily. He started to tease me but I really didn't want to finish without him inside me.

I reached down with my right hand and tugged at his belt. I moaned at him softly with a gentle expression. "You're ready already?" I shuddered against him and he reached down to pull his pants open quickly. I dug my nails into his arms when he pushed into me. He let his head hang over me while breathing heavily. The edges of his hair were brushing against my face.

He pressed his mouth against the gag in mine as he started thrusting into me. I wrapped my legs around his back and I could feel him breathing against the gag. I pulled my face away from him and he bit down on my neck. He pulled out of me suddenly and grabbed my shoulders. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and yanked the shirt out of my mouth, instantly replacing it with his dick. "What did I tell you was gonna happen?"

My instinct was to try to pull back but he was holding my hair and wouldn't let me turn my head. I pointlessly tried to push him back. He pulled me off him, for a few seconds. "If you don't swallow, it'll come out of your nose." He went right back into my mouth for a few more seconds before I tasted his cum in my mouth. I reluctantly swallowed for him and he finally let go of me.

I crawled back on the bed, coughing and wiping my eyes. I felt the bed move as he sat on it and laid down with his hands behind his head. I went to my nightstand to get a tissue. I had to climb over him to get to them. He got one and put it in my hand.

I held it to my eyes for a second. I felt him rest his hand on my thigh and rub it softly. "You took that pretty well."

I straddled him, tossing the tissue and leaned over him. "You… are such a fucking jerk."

"I told you you were gonna pay for making me wait. It's a good thing you like it, isn't it? Lay down." I scooted down a bit and laid my head down on his chest.