Mist coated the surface of the small table and railing on the balcony of their hotel room, where Lucy sat nursing a cup of coffee. It was early yet and Roman was still fast asleep, so she'd decided to get some fresh air and enjoy the serenity of the early morning. She closed her eyes as a cool breeze blew, enjoying the feel of it brushing against her face. She set down her coffee and twisted her hair into a messy bun as she leafed through the magazine she'd bought at the airport, but hadn't actually looked at yet. As she was perusing an article, she heard the sliding glass door of Dean and Seth's room open, and looked up to see Seth stepping out onto the balcony next door, looking sleepy. He carried a cup of coffee as well, slightly disheveled in blue and gray pajama pants and a matching navy blue long sleeved shirt.
"Good morning," Lucy said, tone chipper as she smiled over at him. Seth jumped slightly before turning his head to spot her, and Lucy laughed, "sorry, didn't mean to startle you."
"It's fine," Seth chuckled, settling into a chair, "just caught me off guard, is all. Morning," he held his mug up in a cheers gesture to her.
As neither one was quite awake yet, they fell into a friendly silence, each seemingly content to give the other space to enjoy a peaceful beginning to the day. Lucy saw Seth scrolling through his phone while she paged through the magazine. Once the caffeine hit her bloodstream, Lucy struck up a conversation about their plans for the day, and the two chatted amiably for a while. When Lucy took a long sip from her coffee, Seth took the opportunity to abruptly change subjects.
"So," he began, clearing his throat and looking at her with a cautious, concerned expression, "how are you doing? About yesterday, I mean."
Lucy shifted, and set down her cup, smiling at him gratefully. Neither she nor Roman had wanted to talk about it at drinks last night, and she'd figured that Dean and Seth had gotten the brunt of Roman's terrible mood during the day. It was only natural that they'd be concerned.
"I'm OK," she said truthfully with a shrug, "I talked it through with Liza, and with Roman last night once we got back. It wasn't my favorite day of the trip so far," she laughed lightly, and Seth's mouth curved into a small grin, "but we're good," she said resolutely, emphasizing her words with a reassuring nod. Seth seemed pleased with that answer and gave her a small, relaxed smile.
"Glad to hear it," Seth said genuinely, "and hey, some of those pictures weren't half bad," he picked up his phone, swiping through a few things before he held it over the small divider between their balconies to her, "did you see this one?"
Lucy took his phone and admired the image on the screen. It was one of her and Roman from the tour the four of them had taken of the Tower of London. She'd gotten a little bit cold, and he'd wrapped her into his side as they listened to their guide. From where they stood, the sun was shining through the leaves of a tall tree, casting a pattern of light and shadow over them. Lucy felt a happy tug at her heart as she looked at the picture. There was a visible glow about her that was plain to see- a glow that she didn't think she'd ever had before Roman walked into her life.
"Wow," Lucy smiled, "that really is beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, looking up at Seth as she passed the phone back to him.
"I'll tell ya who's beautiful," Lucy heard a low voice rumble behind her, and tilted her head back to see Roman standing behind her, wearing a slightly bleary smile.
"Hey, babe," she said cheerfully, "how'd you sleep?"
"Like the dead," he chuckled, bending down to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek, "I was wiped out. Hey, Seth," he added, tilting his chin in greeting as stood back to full height.
"Morning, brother," Seth replied.
Roman let out a big yawn and rolled his head from side to side, stretching out his neck.
"I'm gonna hop in the shower," he said, and fixed his eyes on Lucy with a wolfish grin, "was wondering if you'd like to keep me company."
Lucy's face lit up in a broad smile, a lick of heat warming her despite the cool air of the open balcony.
"Mmm, would I ever," she said hungrily.
"Ugh, alright, take it inside you two," Seth said, scrunching his eyes and waving them away dramatically, "it's too early for all of that."
Lucy giggled as she stood and turned to follow Roman inside, and Seth flashed her an approving grin before he disappeared from her sightline.
After a long drawn out shower full of clouds of steam, stolen touches and breathless moans, their day was a refreshing change of pace. Though they were technically working for the entirety of these couple of weeks, the talent still had most of their usual Wednesdays and Thursdays off. A few media and charity events were the exception, but it still left them with a decent couple of days for some down time.
Roman and Lucy took full advantage, striking a good balance between spending relaxed, quiet time together and going out sightseeing, either by themselves or with a few of the others. They met up with Jimmy and Naomi in the afternoon to explore the caves throughout the city on their last day in Nottingham. In the evening they'd gone out for dinner at a place Seth had heard about from a local he'd met at the gym with Seth and Dean.
Thursday was much of the same as they all got settled into their rooms in Sheffield, and Roman and Lucy wandered around the city for a while. They walked through the park and ducked into a couple of shops when rain poured, and explored several museums, mostly focused on just enjoying each other's company.
They ordered take out for dinner and had a cozy night in, just the two of them. As they laid in bed, wrapped around one another watching a movie, the blanket that Lucy had brought from home was draped over them. She'd packed the same one that she'd had with her in Orlando, and Lucy smiled softly to herself at the familiarity of it all. Even though they were thousands of miles away from where either of them lived, being cuddled up in a hotel room with Roman under her soft forest green blanket felt a little bit like coming home.
Friday had everyone back in full swing. Roman and the guys had a Make A Wish visit in the morning, followed by a workout and a signing in the early afternoon before they had to report to the building for a live event. Lucy had taken the day to browse through the many independent bookstores in Sheffield before she made her way to the show.
The building was packed and, as Roman had texted her earlier, completely sold out. So tonight, instead of sitting in the crowd, Lucy was watching from a small room reserved for friends and family on the second floor of the building. Looking through a sizable picture window, she had a great view of the ring. The show was a lot more scaled down than the Raw and Smackdown tapings, and Lucy found that she enjoyed the intimate setting.
Right as the main event was about to start, the door opened and closed behind her, and Lucy turned to see Paige walking in, having changed out of her wrestling gear and into a more casual outfit.
"Hey," Lucy greeted her, "you looked great out there!"
"Thanks!" Paige smiled proudly, "hoping that means I'll finally get called up one of these days."
Lucy gave her an encouraging smile. Paige had told Lucy a little bit about she'd been feeling stalled in NXT, and was excited that she was at least wrestling dark matches on TV days in addition to the occasional live event appearance.
"But!" Paige exclaimed with a clap of her hands, "Enough about me! Come on, I've got something to show you."
"Now?" Lucy asked, turning back to look towards the ring, where the match was just beginning, "I'm supposed to be meeting up with Roman after the show."
"Believe me," Paige, waving her hand in the air dismissively, "he won't mind. Now come, come, we've got places to be!"
"But, I kind of wanted to watch-" Lucy stammered, growing more confused by the moment.
"Oh, for god's sake, you'll have a million more chances to watch your boyfriend manhandling people," Paige said exasperatedly, grabbing at her wrist now and rolling her eyes, "let's go."
"Where are we going?" Lucy asked with a laugh, allowing herself to be dragged out of the room. Whatever the plan was, she obviously had no say in it.
"You'll find out when we get there," Paige said matter of factly.
Well, OK, then, Lucy thought.
Lucy followed her into the elevator which took them down to the ground level, where Paige led them through a side door and out onto the sidewalk. As they walked, Lucy analyzed Paige for any sort of clue as to where they could possibly be going. She wore simple enough clothes - black jeans, a loose black knit sweater under a leather jacket, and a beanie, with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. It was no different than how Lucy had seen her after the shows for the past week, which was entirely unhelpful.
They walked for a few blocks along a moderately busy road until Paige stopped short in front of a fairly nondescript building. She pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked the heavy metal door. It let out a large creak as it opened, and Paige held the door open for Lucy, looking at her with a maddeningly neutral expression.
"After you," she said, gesturing for Lucy to go inside first. As Lucy mulled over the countless horror movies she'd watched that had begun exactly this way, she stepped tentatively through the door into a large, darkened room. At least there'd be an interesting story to tell at her funeral.
The room smelled like stale sweat, metal, and rubber, and Lucy jumped as the heavy door slammed behind them. Street lights shining through the windows lit the room just enough to make out a rack of weights, a punching bag, a few kettlebells, and other various work out equipment. Despite the wintery air outside, the room was warm.
"Umm, I think they're closed…?" Lucy said, bewildered, as she turned to look at Paige, wondering why in the world they were standing in a gym that, from the looks of it, had not been updated since about 1985.
"Hmm, well spotted," Paige said with a grin, "through here, come on."
She led them through another door into a larger room that was completely dark, and she flicked on a small lamp in the corner to reveal a wrestling ring standing in the center, a few scattered chairs around its perimeter.
"You know, if you're looking for a sparring partner, I don't think I'll be much help," Lucy said with a nervous laugh, getting no closer to any sort of answer to why she'd been brought here.
"Here," Paige said with a coy expression, thrusting the duffel bag at Lucy, "take this and go change. Locker room's right over there," she nodded toward a door to Lucy's left.
"Change for what?" Lucy asked with a huff as her confusion only grew, "what is going on? You're wearing normal clothes. What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she looked down at her outfit of dark jeans, her new Shield t shirt, and an oversized black knit cardigan.
"Nothing, you look lovely," Paige answered with an amused grin and a small laugh, "but we don't want your outfit ruined, do we?"
"Ruined by what?" Lucy demanded, and Paige chuckled again.
"Good gracious, you are a feisty one, aren't you?" Paige said, her smile widening as she waved her on, "go," she finished, drawing out the 'o' and pointing towards the door once insistently.
"Yes, I get especially feisty when people refuse to tell me what's going on," Lucy said brusquely, nevertheless taking the bag from her and walking towards the locker room as she had been cryptically instructed to do. She heard Paige laughing once more as the door closed behind her.
It was an ordinary locker room- slightly musty but clean, with a few benches and lockers and a bathroom area at one end. Lucy opened the duffel bag to find a simple red cotton sports bra, a plain black tank top, and a pair of black leggings that she quickly recognized to be her own. They had been in her suitcase just this morning.
"What is happening?" she muttered to herself as she undressed and then slipped on the provided clothes.
She folded her clothes neatly and placed them back in the duffel, and then stared at the bag for a minute, debating if she should bring it back out with her or leave it in one of the lockers. Finally reasoning that no one else was here, she left it on the bench and went to go find Paige so they could carry on with whatever mysterious activity she'd be, apparently, participating in. To her relief, Paige was exactly where she'd left her, sitting in one of the chairs facing the ring.
"So…?" she asked, holding her arms out to display her outfit.
"Perfect," Paige replied with an approving nod, then patted the seat next to her, "come have a seat."
Having figured out by now that she wasn't getting a straight answer any time soon, Lucy decided to steer into the skid.
"I…you know what? I'm just going to go with it," Lucy said with a short laugh, shaking her head as she walked, "not sure why I had to change my clothes to stare at an empty ring, but sure," she said as she sat down in the chair next to Paige, looking her in the eye, "OK. Now what?"
"Well, let me see," Paige said distractedly, tapping at her phone and staring at the screen for a second or two before tucking it away and standing up, "right then, I'm off. You wait here."
"Wait for what?" Lucy asked, her voice almost shrill as she abandoned the calm demeanor she'd adopted ten seconds ago, "where are you going?"
"Back to the arena, a group of us are headed out for drinks," Paige said casually, as if Lucy wasn't about to be left all alone in a dark, abandoned gym, in a foreign city. Lucy opened her mouth to object, but Paige held up a hand.
"Look, I promise, you are perfectly safe here," she said, giving her a placating smile, "and someone will be along for you shortly. Now, please stop asking questions- I am simply the delivery person, and my job is done," she slid past Lucy and headed towards the entrance they came in, "I'll see you later. Have a good night!" she called in a sing-song voice over her shoulder, letting the door close behind her.
What. the. fuck?
And so, Lucy waited.
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
She got up to walk around the room, her footsteps on the wood echoing as she looked around. She peeked into another door across from her to find what she assumed was the men's locker room, empty. Another door revealed a kitchenette area with a microwave, a small coffee maker on the counter, and an assortment of disposable plates and cutlery. Relatively recent signs of life, and no tarps, bodies, or bloody knives, so that was something.
She wandered back into the main room and decided to take a closer look at the ring, realizing she'd only ever seen one from a distance. Just as she approached, she heard the unmistakable creak of the front door, and the heavy closing thump that followed. Lucy froze, hoping that whoever was coming in was the person Paige had promised.
The door between the two rooms swung open, and in walked Roman, still in his ring gear.
"Hey, gorgeous," he said simply, though the heated look in his eyes was anything but casual. As he got closer, strutting with an extra bit of swagger, Lucy could see that he must have practically run from the ring straight here. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, though his hair appeared to be freshly wetted.
"Hey, yourself," Lucy said with a smile, pleased and relieved to see him, but no less confused, "I assume you're the one to blame for my kidnapping."
"Mmm, you assume correctly," he said with a low chuckle, dropping his head to kiss her as he approached. He smelled like coconut shampoo and salt, and Lucy kissed him back happily, running her fingers over the rough fabric of his vest as her hand settled on his side. His kiss was deep, hungry, and Lucy released a tiny groan into his mouth. He pulled back with a satisfied grin, looking down at her with a heated gaze, and finally she couldn't take the mystery any longer.
"Baby, what is going on?" she asked insistently as she searched his eyes, feeling a little dizzy from the intoxicating kiss, "what are we doing here?"
"Well," Roman said with a smirk, crossing his arms and affecting the stature she'd seen him adopt in countless matches and promos, "I believe the lady requested a night with the enforcer of the Shield."
"I…what?" Lucy said, furrowing her brow. She started to press him further, when suddenly she remembered a conversation they'd had in the locker room in Orlando.
Oh.
Oh.
But one glaring detail still wasn't clicking into place.
"But," she asked, looking around the room, "why are we here?"
Roman's look turned dark, almost predatory as he grinned down at her, and Lucy felt an excited shiver run course through her.
"I could tell you that," he said, with an indifferent shrug, "but I think I'd like to show you," his voice dropped to its lowest bass. He lifted his foot to the edge of the ring to step up, but stopped short and turned around, walking back to her.
"Remember, babe," he said, dropping all pretense, his tone firm, but with an edge of softness to it now, "red or yellow light if you want to stop or slow down, OK?" He looked at her expectantly.
Lucy smiled softly and ran a calming hand up his arm, giving it a light squeeze.
"Red or yellow, got it," she confirmed with a nod.
"Promise?" he asked with raised eyebrows, shifting his gaze from eye to eye, leaving no room for argument.
"I promise," she said assuredly, "And I trust you, Ro," she added quietly.
Trust didn't erase the need for a safe word, she knew, but a reminder certainly couldn't hurt. And if his proud, slightly bashful smile was any indication, it was appreciated.
"Good," Roman answered quietly, and gave her another soft, sweet kiss before his body language shifted almost seamlessly. He stepped up onto the edge of the ring, one hand on the middle rope, and stepped inside. He sat on the second rope to open it, held out his hand, and turned to look at her with a cocked eyebrow, challenge written all over his face.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Lucy took his hand and allowed him to help as she stepped up onto the ring apron, trying to mimic what she'd seen done so many times. She took a second to find her balance and carefully stepped through ropes. Roman stood as she turned to face him from the center of the ring, and he stalked towards her with purpose. Lucy felt like prey that had just laid eyes on its pursuer, waiting for it to strike. She felt warm all over, her entire body vibrating with anticipation.
"Now," he said, his bass voice laced with authority, "you have stepped into my ring. And in my ring, we go by my rules. Is that clear?" he asked, his eyes pinning her in place.
"Yes," she said, barely above a whisper, holding his eyes as she felt a distinct throb in her pussy.
"Yes, what?" he asked, tone menacing, eyes alight. Lucy bit her lip, knowing that there could only be one correct answer.
"Yes," she said again, heart pounding, "sir." Roman's mouth curved into a half smirk.
"Good," he said with a short nod. He stepped closer, and without ceremony, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Lucy released a surprised yelp, and he gave her a light smack on the ass as he carried her into a corner. Once there he set her down on her feet and pressed her backwards, firmly into the corner, his right hand draped across her throat. She felt the buckle pad pressing into her back as he kissed her roughly, slipping his tongue into her mouth before nipping at her bottom lip. He shoved his hips forward and his clothed erection dug into her stomach, and Lucy released a tiny groan. She rested her hand on the arm that held her in place, feeling the quickly drying sweat on his skin as his lips bruised hers. He pulled back, fixing her with a smug grin.
"Mmm," he hummed quietly, removing the hand from her throat to run his thumb across her bottom lip, his eyes tracking the movement, "I think I'd like to put this pretty mouth to good use."
Lucy pushed out a breath, and let her tongue dart out to swipe at his thumb. Roman eyes shifted to hers, the corners of his mouthing turning slightly upward.
He placed his free hand on shoulder, pushing down on it firmly, but gently. Lucy grinned and sank slowly to her knees, staring up at him obediently. Roman stuck the tip of his thumb in her mouth, and she sucked on it gently.
"That's a good girl," he murmured, and Lucy preened, a lick of pleasure running over her.
Roman pulled his hand back, undoing his belt buckle, pulling down the zipper of his tactical pants, and freed his cock. He was completely hard, and he gave himself a few strokes before he stepped forward, dropping his hands to his sides and looking down at her expectantly. Lucy sat up on her knees and took him eagerly in her mouth, licking at the head. He tasted of clean, fresh sweat, and Lucy hummed as she took more of him into her mouth. Roman groaned appreciatively as Lucy licked around his shaft, and she wrapped a hand around his base, stroking it upwards to meet her mouth. She worked his cock that way for a few minutes before sliding her tongue down to swirl over his balls, and licking slowly along the bottom of his cock before reaching the head again. She had just sucked it back into her mouth when Roman grabbed her wrist firmly.
"Stop," he commanded, and Lucy pulled off, startled. She stared up at him, concerned, but his face was stoic. There was, however, a malevolent glint in his eye.
"I do believe that I made you another promise," he said, squatting down so that they were eye to eye, "I told you that there would be a punishment for continuing to tease me, didn't I?" he asked darkly.
Lucy nodded, her mouth suddenly dry.
"Use your words," he said, tone warning.
"Yes," she said hoarsely, "yes, sir," she added quickly.
"Well, I am a man of my word," he said, rising to his feet, towering over her once again, "now- arms up," he demanded shortly.
Lucy did as he instructed, raising her arms above her head. She lifted her gaze as he reached over her to see him pulling out the lengths of rope used in tag matches, only it was longer and looked to be slightly thicker. She could feel the wetness of her aching core now, soaking her panties as Roman brought her wrists together, looping the rope around them in an intricate knot. He gave an experimental tug and, seemingly satisfied, glanced down to meet her eyes.
"Not too tight?" he asked seriously. Lucy wiggled her arms and tested the hold. She felt firmly held in place, but nothing was constricting.
"No, sir," she said, breathing heavily. He nodded, giving her a brief, appreciative grin before schooling his expression. He prodded at her lips with the tip of his cock and Lucy opened her mouth, the tip of her tongue darting out before he stepped backwards with a mischievous chuckle.
"So eager," he said teasingly, "but I still need to take care of one small thing."
Roman reached into a small pocket on his vest, pulling out a small metal object. He flicked his wrist, and the tip of a small knife popped out. Lucy released a gasp, debating whether she should call yellow when Roman spoke.
"You've got far too many clothes on, baby," he said, kneeling so that they were eye level once more. Though his tone remained menacing, his expression was calm, "let me help you out with that." Lucy let out a quick exhale, her pulse returning to near normal as he slid the blade against the fabric of her shirt between her breasts. A tear formed, and Roman dug his fingers in and ripped it completely open with his hands, letting the pieces hang on her sides. He paused his work, letting his eyes rove over her breasts, her pointed nipples poking through the red fabric of the thin sports bra.
"Mmm," he hummed, bending forward to lick over them, wetting the fabric with his tongue. Lucy breathed out a soft moan, craving more, more.
"Red is such a good color for you, doll," he said, meeting her eyes, "but I still like you better without it."
Roman sliced open the bra, tearing it apart as he had the shirt, and goosebumps formed on Lucy's skin as the air hit. He made short work of her straps, cutting through both sets quickly with the knife and tossing the remains of the tank and bra out of the ring. He pocketed the knife before bending down to claim her left nipple in his mouth, running his tongue and teeth over it as his hand pinched her right.
"Fuck," Lucy breathed, closing her eyes at the sensation. His mouth found her right nipple, his fingers now pinching her left. She instinctively moved to hold his head when her wrists caught, and Lucy groaned, equal parts aroused and frustrated as she was reminded of her bindings. Her nipple still in his mouth, Roman chuckled sadistically, sending a delicious vibration through her. He lifted his head to give her a self satisfied smirk.
"Only good girls get to touch," he said teasingly. Lucy met his eyes with a defiant stare, a devilish smile playing on her lips, but made no response. Roman cocked an eyebrow and straightened, presenting his cock to her, stroking it slowly.
Lucy licked at the tip as she had before, and this time Roman leaned into her lips. She swirled her tongue around the head, lapping up a bead of precome before sliding his tip into her mouth, sucking lightly. Roman cursed under his breath and nudged himself in slowly, and Lucy sucked him in greedily. She hollowed her cheeks and pushed down even more, the cool metal of his buckle brushing against her cheeks now. She moaned as her suspended arms strained from her efforts.
"Damn, baby," Roman grunted out, "fuck, your mouth is like velvet."
He was gently thrusting his hips now, but he continued to let her control the pace and depth of his cock. Lucy began to move faster, taking him deeper with every motion, and Roman's breaths got louder.
"That's it," he said encouragingly, cradling her head with his hand, "taking me so well."
She felt his eyes on her, rapt, and she pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, licking the underside of his shaft with her tongue. He moaned as she held his eyes and sunk back down, taking him deep before closing her eyes again. She resumed her faster pace, groaning as he hit the back of her throat.
"Fuck, yes," Roman said in between breaths, "fuck, - OK, stop," he ordered, stilling his hips that had begun to thrust again.
Lucy pulled off of him, releasing the tip from her mouth with pop. She stared up at him, jaw aching, waiting, feeling her breasts bouncing slightly as she breathed heavily, her mouth wet.
Groaning at effort, Roman tucked himself away, though he was still fully erect and straining at the fabric of his pants. He dropped down and rolled out of the ring to stand momentarily before kneeling down out of Lucy's sight. She saw the ring skirt flip upwards and heard him rustling around. Moments later, a black steel chair was slid into the ring. Roman slid beneath the bottom rope and returned his feet, picking up the chair and opening in a practiced, fluid motion. He sat in it before her and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees with a feline grin.
"Here's what happens now," he said, "I'm going to get a taste of that sweet pussy."
Lucy's clit pulsed, and she made an eager sound- almost a plea. Roman's eyes sharpened.
"And you," he continued, "are not going to come. Not until I say so."
Lucy released a short breath, and Roman gave her an appraising look. He waited, she knew, to give her a chance to assess. A reminder that if she needed to color out, she needed to use her words. But Lucy only smiled.
"Green," she said softly, and for good measure, "sir."
Roman hummed quietly to himself, pleased. He stood from chair, dragging it to sit just beside Lucy. He bent at the waist and lifted her effortlessly, one arm in the crook of each leg. He slid the chair beneath her with his foot and dropped her carefully into it. Her arms could bend at the elbow now and Lucy shifted them, relieved temporarily by the change in angle. Roman knelt down and tugged at the waistband of her leggings. Lucy lifted her hips, and Roman pulled them and her soaked panties off briskly, discarding them on the pile with the rest of her clothes. He sat back on his heels for a moment, dragging his eyes over her- wrists bound, stretched above her head; naked, dripping, and desperate for him. Lucy's heart pounded wildly as his feral eyes burned into her.
"Look at you," he said, fire in his voice, palming his erection through his tightened pants, "fuck, baby, I wish you could see yourself right now. All laid out, just for me."
Lucy actually whimpered this time, aching for anything- his fingers, his tongue, his cock. If she didn't get to feel him in a matter of seconds she was going to explode, incinerating both of them with a desire too powerful to be contained.
"Only for you," she said huskily, doing her best to keep the desperation out of her tone. She spread her legs slowly, staring intently into his eyes, "all yours."
A spark in his eyes flashed, and Roman surged forward, claiming her wet mound with his tongue and lips. His hands gripped the inside of her thighs firmly, holding her open as he ran flat of his tongue over her dripping center. He licked furiously over her clit with the point of his tongue, making Lucy's hips buck. She heard a rumble from deep in his chest as he devoured her from the inside out, slipping her calves over his shoulders as he pulled her closer.
"Oh, oh, fuck," she breathed out, her toes curling as his tongue worked her over. His fingertips were digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, bound to leave bruises that she would stare at triumphantly in the morning. The cold of the steel against her bare legs and ass was an incredible contrast to the heat of his mouth and her skin and his arms and the very core of her being.
He had never eaten her out like this before- so incessant, so wild yet somehow so perfectly controlled. Though his breathing was erratic, his tongue was so precise, creating a perfect friction on her most sensitive nub. He slid his tongue back down to her entrance, his beard scratching along her thighs as he moved, lapping up her juices before fucking her with his tongue. The rough straps of his vest rubbed against her calves.
"Ro, Roman," she moaned breathlessly, her thighs beginning to shake. He slid his mouth back up, tongue sliding through her folds before landing back on her clit. He sucked at it as his tongue began to flick at her again. The pressure was building, her inner walls beginning to flutter. She gripped the ropes that bound her, wrists burning slightly as she pulled at the restraints.
She could let go- she could let herself have this, right now. She was teetering on the edge, it was so close. So, so close. She released an obscene groan before gritting her teeth.
"I'm- I'm," she forced out, "fuck, babe, I'm-"
It was the best that she could do. She cried out in frustration as he pulled his mouth away, placing a couple of opened mouth kisses on her thighs.
"Mmmm," he murmured against her skin, "good girl."
Lucy was breathing heavily, heart pounding as she returned from the brink of release, reeling from how infuriatingly close she had gotten. She opened her eyes to see Roman panting as well, his eyes heavy as he looked at her. Slowly he stood, his eyes never leaving hers. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his small tool, once again releasing the small blade. He stepped into the space between her legs, reaching above Lucy and cutting the ropes around her wrists. Lucy brought her arms down gently, sighing at the instant relief in her shoulders and arm muscles. Roman repocketed the knife and looked down at her, grabbing her chin in his hand and tilting her head upwards.
"See what happens when you behave?" he asked with a smirk, "you get rewards." He knelt down to kiss her passionately, and Lucy whimpered into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck, sliding her fingers into his hair as she tasted herself on his tongue. Roman moaned softly against her lips. When he pulled back, his lips were rubbed pink, his gaze searing. The air around them was humming, so thick you could almost reach out and grab it.
Slowly rising to his full height, Roman unzipped his pants, groaning and throwing his head back as his cock sprung out, giving himself a few long strokes. Lucy eyed him hungrily, bringing her hand to her pussy as she watched. She slid her finger over herself, brushing against her clit when Roman cleared his throat loudly. Lucy's hand stopped in its tracks as her eyes snapped up to his.
"I'm going to let that go," he said, fixing her with an accusatory stare, though his tone hinted at amusement, "because, for one, I suppose I didn't explicitly say that you couldn't do that. And two," he continued, hand on his cock resuming its movements, "you look incredibly hot when you're touching yourself. We're going to need to revisit that at another time."
Lucy grinned broadly, flushing under his stare as he slid his hand up and down his thick, hard length.
"Hands and knees," he commanded, nodding towards the center of the ring. Lucy stood up gingerly, finding her balance on the unfamiliar surface as she walked to where he gestured. Once there she dropped down and got on all fours, just as he had instructed, her usual streak of boldness quelled by the desire to get absolutely wrecked by this man. Her man.
"God damn, babe," he said, bass tone as low as she'd ever heard it as he walked around her slowly. He pressed up against the back of her thighs, his hand sliding over the curve of her ass. Lucy arched her back, primed and ready for him as she heard the telltale sound of his pants sliding down. He lowered himself to his knees behind her and pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance. Grabbing her hips, Roman pushed himself deep into her, sliding home in one fluid motion.
"Agh, fuck," Lucy moaned as she was filled, her eager, wet center eagerly accepting the stretch of him, "fuck me, baby," she said, tone urgent. She didn't care if she sounded needy or desperate, as long as it resulted in an earth shattering orgasm for both of them.
Roman gave her a few deep, hard thrusts before he wrapped his arm around her chest, pulling her up onto her knees, flush against him as he fucked her eagerly, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Last I checked, you were not the one in charge here" he all but snarled in her ear, emphasizing the word 'not' with a snap of his hips, "but as it happens, that is exactly what I plan to do."
Lucy groaned loudly as she was pounded into roughly, over and over again, and Roman held her tightly in his bulging arms. Her whole body was smoldering, overwhelmed with pleasure. The coarse straps of his vest were rubbing against her back, but Lucy could not have cared less in that moment. Roman, it seemed, had other thoughts. He released his hold on her, guiding her quickly to resume the position, balancing on her hands and knees.
"Fuck it," he muttered softly, and she heard the pulling of zippers and velcro, following by a soft thump as something sailed out of the ring in the corner of her eye. Roman's hard thrusts resumed, eliciting a throaty gasp from Lucy. When he found her hips again, his gloves were gone, only his bare hands gripping her now. He plowed in hard and deep, sinking himself in to the hilt only to pull almost entirely out before plunging in again.
With a loud, guttural moan, Roman pulled Lucy up once more, this time against his bare, sweat covered chest. His grip shifted to hold her by the waist, his other hand coming up to wrap around her neck, fingers applying a firm pressure on either side of her throat. The pace of his hips increased, setting a relentless pace.
"Mine," he growled, and Lucy nearly cried as the sound hit her ears. Her heart swelled as she was awash in euphoria, her mind spinning, every cell in her body buzzing. Roman was wrapped around her, inside of her, claiming her with his words and his body and it was too much and it was everything.
"Oh, oh, fuck, Ro," she moaned out, returning to the precipice of release as her mind was screaming a million different words within a single thought.
Yours.
Mine.
Home.
Forever.
Love.
Fuck.
Love.
Love.
Love.
"Good girl, so good," Roman breathed out, not letting up in the slightest, "do it, baby, come for me," he ordered, "mine. Mine." He placed a kiss to her jaw, the hand on her waist snaking down to brush at her clit as her thighs began to quiver. Once his finger found its mark, it took only a few strokes before Lucy's screams echoed throughout the gym. Her orgasm sent shockwaves through every inch of her, from the tips of her toes to ends of her curls. Roman was following closely behind her, his moans reaching a fever pitch.
"Aghhh baby, I, I-" he stammered out in between gasps as his hips drove an especially powerful thrust into her, and Lucy moaned from the aftershocks of her climax as he filled her to the brim with his warm load. His hips gradually slowed, though he still clung to her with all of his might. Once he stilled, Roman slid his hand from her throat as he gently pulled out, drawing a quiet groan from each of them. In unison, they collapsed onto the mat, narrowly avoiding landing on one another. For a moment they laid there, breathing wildly, and Lucy waited patiently for her brain to regain its function. It appeared that Roman got there first, as he rolled over to hover above her, stroking his hand down her cheek and placing a tender kiss on her lips.
"You were amazing, sweetheart," he murmured softly against her lips, "you did so, so good for me. God, you're perfect," he finished, even softer, and Lucy wondered if she had even been meant to hear that last part. She sighed as she nuzzled into his hand, feeling utterly adored and satisfied and whole.
"So did you, baby," she replied, letting her hands wander over his chest and back, "I've never…that was- you are- I," Lucy couldn't get a grasp on a single thought as they all barreled toward her mouth at once.
"Thank you," she finally whispered, quieting the competing voices for a moment.
Roman lifted each of her wrists in turn, inspecting them carefully and placing feather light kisses against the pink marks that had been left behind by the ropes. Lucy closed her eyes, laying back against the canvas, still seeing stars as she came down slowly. She melted as he covered her in more soft touches, gently murmuring affirmations.
"Hey," Roman said gently, his bass voice breaking its way into her pleasant haze, "how you doing down there, sweetie?" he asked, rubbing soothing circles against her soft abdomen.
"Mmmm," Lucy hummed happily, covering his hand with hers, "I don't think I've ever been better."
She opened her eyes to find him watching her reverently. Lucy easily slid her hand up and over his shoulder, around his neck, and ran her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, and Lucy smiled as he let himself relax into her touch. She pushed gently on the back of his head, encouraging him to lay his head on her stomach as she continued to play with his dark, slightly fluffy curls. Lucy felt her eyes fall shut again, settling contentedly into the repetition of sliding her hand through his hair from root to end and back again, their rapidly calming breaths the only sound in the room.
Whatever I did to deserve this man, I'd do it a billion times over.
After a long stretch, Roman lifted his head, smiling lazily up at her.
"Water," he stated matter of factly, sitting up slowly. He was still half dressed, his pants hanging around his thighs, and he kicked them the rest of the way off, removing his boots as he did so. He slid out of the ring and flipped the ring skirt up again, this time retrieving a duffle bag that he tossed into the ring. He climbed back in and unzipped the bag, pulling out several bottles of water, a couple of washcloths, and a soft burgundy velour blanket. He opened a bottle and dampened one of the washcloths, running it over Lucy with delicate hands before cleaning himself up and tossing into the corner with his clothes.
"Hope you brought another set of pants," Lucy joked with a giggle.
"Always," he chuckled, and cracked the seal on another bottle of water, handing it to her, "drink, please."
Lucy sat up and took the water with a grateful smile, downing a third of it in one long sip, relishing the feel of the cool water running down her pleasantly sore throat. Roman followed suit, drinking from the third bottle before he maneuvered himself to sit behind Lucy. Slotting her between his legs, Roman pulled her back gently so that she reclined against his chest. He draped the large blanket over both of them, bringing it up so that it rested just on top of Lucy's shoulders. He leaned back, supporting his weight on one arm while the other wrapped around her waist. Between the thick, soft blanket, and the heat of Roman's body, Lucy was cocooned in warmth. An involuntary contented sound escaped her as she nestled deeper into him, resting her arm on his thigh and turning her head to press her cheek into his pec.
"OK, I've gotta know," she spoke up after a few minutes, "how in the world did you and Paige plan all of this? And when? I mean," she sat up to turn around and look at him with wide eyes, "did she know what was going to happen here?" she asked, mildly embarrassed at the thought.
"Well…" Roman began with a chuckle, "I didn't give her, like, a play by play, but I told her that I was looking for somewhere very private, and that I'd need her to make sure that no security cameras or anything would be an issue-"
"-oh god, I didn't even think of that," Lucy said, breathing out a laugh.
"Oh, trust me, sweetie," Roman reassured her with a wry laugh, "especially after what happened with all of our PG rated pictures, I made sure that this place would be locked down. Thankfully, as I'm sure you can tell, the people that run this gym are pretty old school, and don't mess with a lot of technology. Just a couple of ancient cameras that Paige personally disabled."
"I guess it was probably easy for her to put the puzzle pieces together after that," Lucy mused, settling back against him as they spoke.
"Yeah," he agreed with another small laugh, "asking her to help me pick out some clothes that were, uh, easily shreddable was probably the final clue that she needed."
Lucy giggled, amazed at how much thought he'd put into surprising her. She turned her head to meet his beautiful brown eyes once more.
"You're incredible," she said, her words soft, but impassioned, "do you know that?"
Her pulse quickened as he met her deep stare head on, smiling affectionately. He seemed to struggle with his words for a minute, but he continued to look into her eyes in a way that stripped her down to her very soul. Finally, he leaned his head forward and kissed her. It was gentle, but powerful, and achingly tender.
And in that moment, no more words were needed.