Dean's P-O-V

'I.. I'm really scared Sir.. I haven't done something like that before...' she said in a trembling voice. Her soft red lips shivering with the vibrations off her words.

'Ssssssshhhhhh!' I pressed my fingers on her lips. 'Don't be scared sweetheart, every has its first time, plus, you know you're hitting the jackpot after this.' I said throwing a wink.

She lifted her head and looked at me with those brown eyes filled with tears. One blink and it spills off.

She nodded. She knows I'm right. One night of compromise and she's gonna be a part of the biggest Fashion Company of the country.

I smirked at her nervousness. She's kind of cute with that look on her baby face with short honey blonde hairs and lascivious eyes.

'So, should I assume that you're ready?' I asked brushing the back of my hand softly on her cheek, making her wince.

I can't help but chuckle at her.

It's the first time I'm getting my profession into the bed of a deluxe hotel. I've slept with many women before, some were paid, others were for fun. But, it's the only time, I'm doing it in return of a favor for a job.

Trust me, I hate mixing office and sex just like Roman and Seth but the way she trembled in front of me, wiping her tears saying she would do anything to get this job, turned me on. I know it was absolutely wrong to take advantage of this Irish lass in the worst possible way but I couldn't help it. I just had to propose the thing and after a lot of thought, she agreed. I guess she really needs the job.

She looked into my eyes nervously.

'Yes.' she said. I smirked and placed my hand on her shoulders, slowly stroking my thumbs over it.

She blinked with puppy dog eyes as I ran my hands all over her arms, elbows and wrists, softly stroking at places. She was having goosebumps. I know it. Every woman does. But, what surprised me was her sudden shake up and eventually shoving off my hand, still laying her eyes on me.

She backed away few steps, leaving me confused about her intentions.

She went on to the bed now, sitting on her knees. She was breathing fast in nervousness: I could feel it. But, it was then that her hands went up on her waist, slowly towards the hem of her top. My eyes widened as she slowly started lifting her top off.

Wow! She's got a smooth skin! She lifted it further to her neck. I licked my lustful lips as my eyes scanned her ample breasts, heaving up and down with her breasts. The delicate material of her bra was lucky enough to grab the thing for those whole hours. Silently, she dropped her top, giving me a shy glance.

I smirked at her, giving a nod of appreciation. Her eyes were still filled with tears as her hand went near her waist again, slowly grabbing the band of her mini black skirt.

My eyes widened as I saw her red panties underneath. I always had a thing for red.

Ugh! I'm hard already. She pulled it down as the material passed by her beautiful ass. Damn! I want to grab that so bad!

The skirt fell off and she stood there in front of me in her bra and panties. Her hand went to her bra now as her fingers went to slip the straps but damn! She's slow and I hate to wait.

I ran to her fast, grabbing her hand.

'No baby. Leave the rest to me.' I said throwing her a wink.

She blinked now knowing what to do. But, I knew it all.

Wasting no time, hands were placed on her soft boobs over her bra. She gasped as I squeezed the material through the fabric.

She was soft..very soft.

She was shy but I could only feel how hard her nipples were, poking through the bra. I couldn't take it anymore and slid my hands inside her bra, making her whimper.

'Aaaaaahhhh.. Mr. Ambrose..' she winced in a whisper as I ran my free hands over her breasts. I looked into her eyes taking a hand out which went behind her back in a gift and unhooked the traffic in my way. I went severe as I had the sight of the most beautiful valley in the earth. I dropped my hand over her breasts again squeezing, pinching, stroking or drawing patterns on them.

She was getting week on the affect and arched her back. I knew it was difficult for her to stand any longer.

Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip vigorously controlling the moans.

I grabbed her neck tight with my right hand, bringing her back to consciousness but at the sane time kissed her hard and passionate for the first time, taking her to oblivion again.

I released her after 15 seconds. She opened her eyes and gasped, still surprised on what happened. I smirked at her licking my lips.

'Let's get to the point.' I said.

And so it begun..

I wanted to try it soft on her, sympathizing her fear in a new country but her nervous eyes, trembling body and utmost efforts to hold her moans just told me.. fuck her to death Dean.. and that was when I couldn't take it soft any more.

Her mascaras melted away with the tears and her hairs were disheveled to the level to utmost humiliation as she laid beside me naked. I could still see the juices dropping out of her pussy though. A smile popped up on my face as I realized she must've been feeling good too. Of course, the juices of pleasure said so.

I swear my body knows how I wanted to lick her pussy clean but then, it was only one time thing and I didn't want to pleasure her much.

I got out of my bed and sat on the sofa nearby. I was naked too but didn't mind. Many girls have seen me before. She was just one of them. I lit my cigar, as my eyes measured her delicate movements on the bed. It's not my habit to sleep or even lay with my fucks after the job is done.

But, suddenly, she coughed out and almost choked as the cigar smokes hit her nostrils. Her tears were flowing by. I guess she doesn't like cigars much.

Let's leave the sight.

I quickly put on my shorts, soon joined by my pants and T-shirts.

'You'll get your appointment letter soon Miss Lynch.' I said to her before leaving. I felt her giving me puppy dog eyes. I sighed and turned back again, 'Whatever has happened should be just between us. I hope you're smart enough to understand.' I informed.

***********

She was a part of the Shield for a month now. None of us talked about the night again though I knew how grateful she was to me. We were really formal to each other when we crossed paths. She was mostly seen either with Sami or our new Finance Manager, Alexa Bliss. But, every time I saw her running around with files, I couldn't help but adore her beautiful soft ass. Then, one day...

I was bored as usual, running my fingers through my tab. Suddenly, somebody knocked my door.

'Come in.' I said, not even looking.

'Hello Mr. Ambrose! Miss Bliss needed the records for last month.' I heard an Irish accent. I looked up to see it was her, dressed in a tight corporate pink shirt, almost giving an image to the black bra underneath. She wore a tight grey pencil skirt, reaching above her knees.

After sparing a glare or two, I decided to focus on what she said now. Records!

'They are on the top of the shelf.' I said pointing to the right. She nodded and reached over near the shelf. I tried to look away from her. I felt her looking at me but didn't bother to care. But, then I felt something else accompanied my wincy breaths. I couldn't help but look as she jumped a little to get her hand on the top of the shelf for which she was falling short.

I stood up shaking my head. Perhaps, she didn't see and kept on jumping. I managed to hold my gasp as I moved closer...

...her boobs bouncing up and down as she jumped. I couldn't help but imagine them bare. She tip-toed to the top now, her shirt lifted up in the process, revealing her perfect flat tummy. I squeezed my fist holding the urge to grab hold of her.

'Let me help.' I said, shrugging the thoughts off as I stood behind her. She looked at me with those brown eyes, a burning example of creation's artistry. I leaned closer to the shelf, our bodies brushing in the process. I heard her wince a little as she was almost trapped, my manhood brushing against her perfect ass.

I got her the file, freeing her from the trap. She took it from my hand and turned around quickly but not before our eyes met each other again. Something said me she knew what I wanted to convey. She started walking away as her ass wiggled, teasing my throbbing cock.

I wanted her..so badly..again.

'Rebecca!' I called her as she steeped near the door, ready to leave. She turned around slowly, nervously, perhaps, swallowing the lumps on her throat.

'Yes Sir.' she replied. I walked near her, not looking away from those ensnaring eyes. She blinked a couple of times.

'What are you doing tonight?' I asked her directly. She stayed silent for a while.

'No plans yet.' she said. My face and particularly mo body rushed to a state of delight.

I licked my lips, closing up with her more as our chests almost brushed. I glared all over her body again making her a little self-conscious because her grip around the file tightened and she lifted it closer to her.

I took the chance and grabbed a hold of her soft cheeks, making her fluster instantly. She closed her eyes, looking aside with a soft whimper at my sudden touch. Who wouldn't? I'm Dean fucking Ambrose. I stroke her cheeks with my thumb.

'Only if you want..may be we can relive that night again.' I said in a whisper. She opened her eyes staring at me blank. She wanted to say no..I was sure of it. I leaned closer to her face now. 'And I guess you know Rebecca, the fruits of such pleasure are amazing to taste.' I said hinting about how she got her job.

Her lips were trembling and she backed few steps away. I could see her eyes getting moist again. She didn't want it but my dick wanted otherwise. I guess, she's got no option either. she has to obey her boss.

'O...Okay Sir.' she said turning to leave. She was pained and fragile.

'Hotel Hampton, Room number 3022.' I yelled before she left. This was the room I brought all the ladies I hooked up with. Unlike Roman or Seth, I never bring them to my house. House is a place where the interest of heart belongs, not the dick.

Few hours later..

..she was biting her lip hard, almost dripping blood out of it to resist her moans. why doesn't she agree she was having fun too? I nibbled around her neck vigorously now. She has to scream..but she only released a whimper.

'Sit on your knees and take off that damn black bra under your shirt.' I commanded getting a little stubborn. She looked surprised, perhaps, because I knew the color of her bra underneath.

She sat on her knees on her bed, taking off her shirt and the bra slowly. She didn't match her eyes with me in the process.

Perhaps, she was shy.

But, I've waited enough. just as they went off, I became the tittymaster the girls know, touching, stroking, squeezing her breasts. She has to give up now.

But all she did was just breathe fast on every massage I provided to her breasts. I was angry now and pushed her down with a huge grab on her breasts. She gasped in shock.

I crawled over her body now, lowering my head around her neck and finally to her breasts. My lips went vigorous on her breast, kissing and nibbling it.

'Hhhhmmmmhhhh..' was all I heard. I used my tongue now, circling around her nipples, slowly drawing patterns. She lifted her hands over her hand now, wrapping it around my neck.

I started sucking her nipples like a hungry kid.

She whimpered, grabbing my hairs roughly. That's my bitch!

I bit her nipples hard.

'Aaaaaahhhh..Mr. Ambrose..' she moaned. A smirk developed on my lips. I lifted my head up to see her embarrassed a bit.

I pecked her lips gently.

'No need to be shy babe. Just feel the moment.' I said. She looked at me and bit her lip. My hands rolled down now, tracing every inch of her soft skin.

She moaned a little against her forceful efforts.

Then, my hands reached her ass. I took of her panties and I squeezed her ass, slightly slapping it.

'Ahhh..' she winced. I chuckled. I put my hand on her thighs, slowly parting her legs. She looked at me fearfully.

I closed her legs abruptly as I remembered something.

'Rebecca, you're on pills, right?' I asked. It was because she looked naive.

She nodded letting me smirk.

'No worries then. Continue taking them on time from now on.' I said throwing a wink. She blushed, perhaps realizing what I meant.

'But, Mi..Mr. Ambrose...' she tried to ask something. Of course, no good girl wants to be a sex toy but I'll make her mine.

'Hushhhh...just enjoy it..' I said closing her mouth. Tears escaped her eyes as I entered

I lit my cigars sitting at the edge of the bed this time. She laid on her chest, her head tilted to left. She was crying, undoubtedly. I hate when women cry. Okay fine..I'll try to finish it after two or three more nights.

I laid beside her after I finished. Subconsciously, my hands went to her bare back, slowly stroking it. She had goosebumps immediately and she turned to face me, pulling her comforter over her chest. She was pretty hot!

'How many guys did you sleep with before?' I couldn't help asking. She was taken aback as evident from the frowning of her eyes and flushes on her cheeks. Her eyes looked down.

'C'mon Rebecca...that's not a secret.' I said trying to make her comfortable. I cupped her cheeks making her look at me.

'F..four..' she said, looking down shyly. Perhaps, she though I was thinking her as a slut. I chuckled.

'And all of them were your previous boyfriends?' I asked curiously. She nodded. I roared into laughter.

'Wh..Why are you laughing?' she asked surprised. I chuckled again, stroking her strawberry blonde hairs.

'You know what, I've slept with four hundred women before and just four of them were my girlfriends.' I informed. She frowned her eyes in surprised. 'But, it seems you believe in merging love and sex?' I asked.

'Yes.' she said. 'For me it is all about love making.' she said strangely playing with her neck length hairs.

I scoffed. 'It was.' I corrected, implying her about my intentions.

***********

Becky and me had been continuing our affair for four months now. Every day I decide to be our last time, I disobey myself. I'm addicted to her body, her moves, her sweet spots. I know this was a great set back to our professional relationship and I could only imagine what would happen if Roman or Seth comes to know about how I'm banging our Event Management employee. I do go out with them to..to the bars..to the clubs..pick hot chicks and fuck them to death. But, of course, Becky makes me hard way faster then them just by a mere blink of her crafted eyelashes. I barely need three strokes to cum inside her. Her Irish screams..the way her face reacts when she cums and the way she grabs my hairs..makes me ever ready for double or triple rounds with her.

I saw her talking with that guy Jake the other day. Perhaps, they were flirting..or may be, he took her out that night too and banged her all through. Not my problem though but I promise nobody touches her like I do, nobody makes her scream her lungs out as I do and nobody makes her cum so fast as I do.

I'm heading to Paris for a week. I guess i'll have to tell her about that. Don't know why but I guess I needed to tell her.

I walked to the Event Management Section to see her and Jake laughing aloud about something. Jake's hands on Becky's waste. A little thing hardened me somewhere. Is she gonna please him the way she pleases me?

'ehm..Becky..' I called her. She looked at me with a smile.

'Hey D...Mr. Ambrose..' she said. Fuck! She's gonna spill it one day by calling me Dean in front of them. Yes, I asked her to call me by my name but only when we were alone.You know why, because that's what I wanted her to scream..Dean..

'Hey..seems like you're having fun?' I asked looking at her and Jake.

Jake looked down and Becky chuckled.

'Yes. We are. In fact, we're gonna have more fun tonight.' she said nudging Jake's shoulders.

Oh my! How could she get so desperate all of a sudden. Jake blushed, however..

'Well..good luck then..' I said.

'You better wish him.' Becky said pointing to Jake. I raised my eyebrows in confusion. 'It's him who's gonna ask Monic out.' she explained.

'Owh..' I said, a natural smile on my lips.

I was happy he was not gonna fuck Becky. Why? Because no boss wants to share the meal with his employees.

'Good luck Jake..but, I'm heading to Paris for some days actually.' I said looking at Becky, expecting her to understand.

'Owh..ehm...when are you coming back?' She assked.

'In a week.' I said. She nodded.

I went to my cabin after few more round in the office. Surprisingly, Becky was already near my table.

I looked at her surprised. She had a smirk on her face.

'What's up Becky? Do you want something?' I asked. Oh man! Please don't smile. I'll start kissing you already.

'Yes. I..I wanted to say you bye.' she said nervously. Hell! She could've said that before anyways.

'hmm..' I nodded but she chuckled. She walked near me now. He cleavage popping out. I couldn't help but look.Ugh! I can't share these assets with anyone.

She took out a men's watch from her pockets now and held it in front of me.

'I'll miss you Dean.' she said giving me the watch. I hesitated. She was talking differently today.

'What is this for?' I asked pointing to the watch. She smiled.

'This will keep you on time for how lazy you are.' she said. Indeed, she has known me a lot by these days. I chuckled and took the thing from her though this was not the gift I wanted from the sexy lass in front of me now. This was alluring. Our fingers brushed as I took the watch. I kept it on the table.

'ehhhmmmm..is there something else you wanted to give me as a parting gift?' I asked throwing me a wink. Becky smiled shyly.

'What do you want?' she asked.

Do I need to tell you that?

She walked closer to me with a smile and in a second, we were kissing each other. we were really equally responsive and our sexual coordination was getting better day by day. I love being around her body. My hands were all over body and hers were all over mine. I pushed her to the wall and...just then, somebody knocked the door. Shit!

Becky moved away as I partly opened the door. My shirt and Becky's hairs were all messed. I didn't want anybody to see that.

It was Roman.

I peeked my head out, not opening the door fully.

'You're okay?' he asked me.

'Yeah..why shouldn't I be?' I said messed up.

'Then..open the door?' he asked trying to push it a bit. Oh no!

'N..no..' I said holding it strongly.

'Why?' Roman asked confused.

'Because.....' Oh man! What's going on? 'Ohhhhhhhhmann...' I graoned as..I felt the zippers of my pants being pulled down.

I closed my eyes as Roman said some business stuffs.. as Becky continued her good work.

'fuck!' I mumbled as she deep throated me.

'Brro..you're okay?' Roman asked.

'Hmnnmm..yeah..I'm fine..hmmmm..fuck..' I said as her tongues slapped my balls.

Roman continued his say as I could barely manage to hold the door to help myself from getting embarrassed in front of my friend.

'Yeah..Yeah..Roman you're great. I understand everything you say....' I said weakly nearing the edge.

But just the, I knew it was coming..

Without a thought, I slammed down shut keeping Roman wondering. I leaned against the wall as I released myself in Becky's mouth. I was sweating. I looked down at Becky who wa smiling wiping me clean as she swallowed every drop I threw.

'I'll get you back.' I said barely breathing.

******

Seven days were like seven years. Yeah, of course, I had sex with three different women at that time but yeah, Becky was sheer honey. I missed her.

She called me twice but I didn't receive. If you ask me why..Well, even her name on my phone board makes my legs weak and jerk off to the phone screen. i didn't want to know what it feels to listen her voice over phone. Everything about her was just about sex!

I reached Tampa, in my house. Seth and Roman were planning for a club today but I was addicted elsewhere.

I called the Shield's Human Resource Department, the one who keeps the staff's records. It was almost night as I reached the desired quarter.

She opened the door wide-eyed.

'Dean! You..' she said frowning her eyes.

I smirked. 'Yeah. Won't you let me come in?' I asked.

'Oh sure. Get in.' she said getting restless.

I walked inside. It was a modest quarter with middle class things. I scoffed, I've seen worse days.

'Tea or coffee?' Becky asked like receiving any formal guest.

'Juice.' I said licking my lips.

Her eyebrows narrowed. Perhaps, she didn't get the innuendo. I chuckled.

'Wh..What do you mean?' she asked. I walked towards her and stared down her body. Her hairs were longer now and she looked so hot in that tank top and shorts.

'I mean about our last encounter..' I said messing up her mind. 'You tried to embarrass me in front of my friend, didn't you?' I said brushing my chest against her.

She chuckled. 'Yeah..but that was hell of a parting gift, wasn't it?' she asked.

I shook my head. 'May be sweetheart but..' I gripped her chin, 'You deserve to get punished.' I said.

'P..Punished!' she said nervously.

'Yeah..' I said. 'And trust me you'll never forget this punishment from Daddy.' I said.

'But what should I do now?' she asked confused.

'Clothes off and bend over on the bed.' I said.

'O..okay.' she said nervously.

'Okay what?' I asked.

'Okay Daddy.' she said.

Moments later..

'Would you ever try to act smart with Daddy?' I asked slapping her ass as she laid on my lap.

'N..No Daddy.' she said receiving the fifth spank on her ass.

'Would you be Daddy's good girl from now on?' I asked slapping again.

'Ye..Yes Daddy..I will.' she said.

I made sure the slaps weren't too hard and painful yet hard enough to trigger her sexually and yes, my pants could feel how wet she was..

'So do you want daddy to..' I couldn't finish and her phone rang.

'Just a second.' she said and sat up to pick her phone. I watched as she walked naked to the sofa. We were more or less with each other walking naked though it was hard for me to resist.

'Hey Lexi....' she said picking her phone and walking back to the bed.

'Yeah and okay..tomorrow..right..' she said. Uhgh! Why did Alexa plan to ruin this. I have an idea.

'But Lexi, we got to careful about the balance shee....fuck..' she mumbled. Taste of your own medicine, sweetheart. I threw her a wink.

'Lexi..I...I..stop..mmmhhhhmmmmm.' she struggled as I rubbed her clit faster. She hung up and jumped on me.

We kissed each other more passionately than ever. Our tongues soon fought for dominace and I slid mine inside her mouth inspecting each and every corner of it.

'Deannnnn..' she moaned through the kiss. Soon, I pinned to her bed and..

'Oh Dean..you're ruining me.' she screamed.

'Pleasure is all mine Becky..' I screamed.

'Ouch!..my hairs..' she winced.

'Yeaaaah..dye it orange the next timeeeee.' I screamed as I came.

*********

10 months later

'It doesn't matter if you've baked it for the whole night Becky. I don't celebrate my birthday and that's final.' I said to her remembering what happened on my birthday a few years ago.

'But Dean...' she pleaded as she kept the cake on my desk.

'No buts Becky..I'm final.' I said.

'Alright.' she said rolling here eyes. Disappointment and rage evident in her face.

I felt bad. Nobody ever baked a cake for me after my mother. Becky is indeed special. She must've been excited about how I would be happy about it but whenever the day comes, it churns my memories of few years ago. Destruction..blood and...

Becky was about to leave but then stopped, looked at me and looked at the cake. Suddenly, she wiped her hands over the cream and flustered it all over my cheeks

'Happy birthday anyway.' she said with a smile and tried to walk away.

What the..no! she can't get away this!

'Becky..stop..' I said as she tried to run chuckling.

'That's what you deserve to be a meanie Dean.' she said.

'Oh yeah..' I said and got out of my desk, chasing her. I wiped my hands with the rest of the creams on the cake and ran towards her.

'Come to Daddy Becky..' I said. she screamed but I caught her, pinning her in the wall.

'Ahhhhh...no..' she screamed.

'Oh yes.' I said and laced the cream all over her face.

'you look adorable baby.' I laughed.

'Hhaha..someone didn't look at himself..' she said. We laughed together loudly looking at each other, as our foreheads touched, measuring our lips.

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Randy. Me and Becky were dumbstruck. We released ourselves off each other. he would've knocked at least!

'Ahmmm...sorry..I just thought I heard screams..so..' Randy fumbled seeing us together laced with cream. I sort of felt a regret being seen by him in a happy, birthday laced mood..especially today.

Becky was cleaning her face up as Randy's eyes fell on her. Oh no! I don't know what he's wondering! I hope eh doesn't suspect the things between us.

'It's fine. We were just..' I tried to explain.

'I..I understand.' he said and excused himself.

Thank God!

**********

3 months later..

'Oh no..not in a mood for girls..' I said to Seth who looked surprised.

'But why man? Got a girlfriend?' he asked raising an eyebrow. I chuckled.

'Nope just a headache.' I said. Thankfully, Seth was convinced and didn't push things further.

I went to the place where they danced again. Blogger's Park is one crowded place.

But, amidst the buzz, my eyes found what it sought. I smiled as her orange hairs danced with the beats, flying over her face. She had an enchanting smile all over. Her beautiful green dress was illuminating every bit of the night.

There were several guys around us. I wondered if they touched her. Man! I would be smacking their hands off.

Her eyes fell on mine. she smiled a little and I returned that too. She threw her fingers in my direction and and swayed them seductively.

I threw her a cocky smirk, stucking my tongue out in want and lust. She twirled herself looking at me as her hands went down caressing all over her sexy body. She threw me a glance as her hands cupped her breasts. Damn! I'm so jealous of those hands.

She turned around now, swaying her hips at my direction.

Wait! Is she dancing for me?

I smirked as I saw her ass twerk. Damn! I'm gonna invade that tonight.

She glanced at me through a peripheral vision. But, just then..I saw a guy trying to come near her. She didn't realize but my body had a burning sensation as I saw him. He needs to be taken care off.

As Becky was busy dancing, I walked to the dance floor, ignoring her vision. the guy was about to touch her waist but just as he tried I grabbed hold of his neck..and the next thing he knew was..he was dragged outside the dance floor beaten into a pulp.

That feels great! He'd never dare to touch her again. But, what about others? What if they try to touch her? I gritted my teeth angrily. Well, they'd face the same fate in that case.

But, why do I care? Simple, If i don't, who else would?

'Dean..Dean..' Alexa's worried voice brought me back to earth. She looked anxious.

'What's wrong Alexa?' I asked her.

'Dean..it's Becky...she drank something..or someone made her drink something and she could barely stand. Please come with me.' she said.My entire being clenched in fear and anger.

'Becky..' I muttered and how I followed Alexa and reached the bar counter, I didn't acknowledge anything. All I knew was Becky..she was in danger.

'There she is!' Alexa showed me and there she was doing a twerk at the middle of the dance floor of the Blogger's park. People cheered her intoxicated attempts as the guys wished to see a glimpse of her ass.

Seth was trying to get her up but she was pushing him away. I pushed the crowd and went near her.

'Dean..' she smiled. Even her intoxicated smile was enough to get me on my knees.

'Becky!' I held her hands but she tried to move away.

'No Dean. I'm not coming with you. You left me alone in the dance floor. You didn't even watch me.' she said tripping with every word.

She didn't even care that I was technically her boss and everyone was listening though that would be excused for her drunken state. But, she doesn't do alcohol to this extent! Does that mean...somebody...My blood boiled as I thought so.

'Becky! I cupped her cheeks. 'Let's go home.' I said.

She smiled.

'Awweee.! You want to have fun with me again..' she said giggling. Fun! Oh! i got it! But, there are people listening.

'Let's go.' I said dragging her to my car.

I tied her seat belts tight as she tripped once more. I started the car as she giggled continuously looking at me.

'Becky, do you remember who gave you the drink?' I asked.

'Hmmm...no Dean. I just remember you...watching me dance..your eyes fucking every spot of my body with that sexy glance...you wanted to take me down on the dance floor if you could.' she said.

What is she saying?

'..but then..you left..I ..danced alone.' she said as tears ran down her eyes. oh no! She's crying.

'Stop crying Becky. We're heading home.' I said.

'Yes and there..you're gonna fuck me to oblivion once again.' she said still crying.

I sighed. Thankfully, we reached her house.

'Where do you keep your spare keys again?' I asked.

'Th..The flower pot.' she said still sobbing. But, why is she crying anyway?

I nodded, got the keys, opened the doors and took her inside.

'Is this my house?' she asked.

'Yes and now be a good girl and get some sleep.' i said switching the lights on.

She sat at the edge of her bed, took off her heels and chuckled.

'Yeah..be Daddy's good girl.' she mumbled.

I admit whenever she calls me Daddy, it turns me on but today..it won't be good today.

'Becky..take some rest. No need to go to the office tomorrow. I'll manage.' I said sitting beside her.

'Hmmm..right Dean..you manage me every time..you gave me job, you sanctioned my leaves, my bonus..I..I'm so happy.' she said chuckling.

'I...I'm..so soo..happy.' she chuckled and finally burst into tears.

I hated women crying and especially, now it was her!

'Becky I..' I said wrapping my arms around her.

She sobbed as she sat hugging her knees.

'I know Dean. We're in a give and take relationship. I give you sex and you help me with my job and I like it.' she sobbed. 'I...fucking love it.' she said wiping her tears.

What's her problem tonight? Is it the drink or..

'Becky..we can talk about it tomorrow, okay..you should take some rest now. I'll be leaving.' I said stroking her arms.

She chuckled now.

'Yes Dean. Leave me alone because you have nothing to do when you can't have sex with me.' she burst into anger. 'My body..my fucking body is all you care about.' she screamed.

I didn't know what she was saying but something deep down pinched me about what I really want though I'm not at all in a mood to talk about this.

'Owhh...and it's not just me..there are plenty of women like me who warms your bed up, isn't it Dean?' she cried. 'Well, yes, I'm just one of those sluts. Yes, I'm your slut Dean. You're fucking slut.' she screamed in anger as her hands hammered on my chest.

My muscles clenched with every word she said.

'Becky go to sleep.' I said standing up to leave but Becky stood up too.

'Why Dean? Why are you leaving now? Won't you be fucking me now? huh!?' he asked pushing my chest.

'Be my Daddy and play with my boobs?' she pushed again. I was silent though my fists were balled up already. 'Won't you make me suck you again?' she pushed me again. I was breathing fast and angry again.

'Why Dean? Why are you leaving? Owh! I guess there's someone else tonight, huh?' she screamed through her tears.

'Hotter..bolder..smarter?' she asked. I looked away from her barely containing my anger.

'It's not that Becky.' I said in a low voice not looking into her weakening eyes.

'What that Dean?' she screamed. 'Okay, you want me, huh? You want my body..? You'll get it..' she spat and before I saw, started unzipping her dress.

'Becky stop.' I said holding her hands.

'Why Dean? That's all you want from me, right?' she screamed. 'What now? Have me? Make me your bitch again..' she screamed.

I was breathing fast and couldn't hold it any longer.

'Fuck me Dean..Fuck me..' she couldn't finish as my fisted hands grabbed her face with all force and I sealed her fucking drunk mouth with a passionate rough kiss.

She tried to push..trip..fall but the kiss was stronger than both of us and so was the associated emotion.

I broke the kiss with full force, making her dizzy aleady.

I cupped her cheeks.

'You know what I want Becky, I want...'

Bzzzzzzz...Bzzzzzz....

My phone vibrated getting me out of the train of memories. I lifted my head off the couch in my home to see a call from Roman.

Dean: Hey Ro..

Roman: Hello Dean! What's up?

Dean: Nothing. Just the same.

Roman: I need to go to go pick a hooker today. I'm frustrated. Need some release (sighs)

Dean: Everything okay bro? You had a meeting in the Carters right?

Roman: Yeah, things went cool. We ruled over them. It's just that I need someone tonight. if you want. you can join.

Dean: Well, Thanks for the offer man. But, I have a strange headache....

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Dang!

Over with another chapter..

The entire one from Dean's P-O-V

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