• The timing for this is Winter 05
• This started out a mostly a smut filled chapter.
• After a late night chat with my evil twin where she lit damn fire under the voices I my head, plot crept in here in spite of my best intentions of having a smut only chapter.  Thanks, Nan.
• A very determined woman keeps showing up, is she anything but trouble?
• Big thanks again to Nan for this hot graphic.
• To my beta’s, you’ll recognize this one by its working title – enjoy.
• A section of this was called, A Good Use Of Those F’ugly Ties

Feedback: always appreciated!

Consciousness returned slowly to David, the first sense coming to him was one of his favorite scents filling his nose and mind.  A little hint of apricot woven with a dash of fabric softener, overlaid with the unique scent of his wife.  It was headier to him than any designer fragrance.  It was a scent David never got tired of, reminding him that he was indeed in his own bed. - at home, in bed with his wife in his arms, snoring gently next to him. 

Thoughts of her skin next to him led his thoughts down a familiar path.  He pulled her hips closer to him instinctively, savoring the close contact, something that was missing during his travel week.  Damn, he missed her, more so now that there were very few within the company he felt safe enough with to let his guard down.  Their nightly talks helped in some ways.  They helped him relieve his immediate frustration, but reminded him of the lonely choices he had committed himself and his family to.  If he didn’t love it, didn’t get a massive rush like nothing else, he’d have quit long ago.  But the problem was that he did love it, loved everything about the business, excluding the loneliness and isolation that had been creeping in recently. 

With that thought still foremost in his mind, he opened his eyes.  He took another deep breath to fill his being with her heady scent, before he could stop himself.  He grinned, realizing he had her blond hair lying over his face.  No wonder her intoxicating scent filled his brain.  Slowly he reached up to brush it away from his face, careful not to wake her.  She needed her sleep.  She’d been doing too much again.  She’d been trying to help out with his schedule, chasing the kids around and putting out their fires and researching doctors and a good school that Lissa could attend.  He knew all of this and more and what did he do the moment he walked in the door yesterday?  He snarled at her and the kids, even though all they wanted was just a little piece of his time and attention.  He’d walked in the door yesterday, hurting and tired and took it out on his family.  They didn’t deserve that shit from him, ever.   

He fucked up yesterday and he knew it.  He had a sulking teenager to prove it.  After he’d decompressed and took a hot shower, he realized just how short his temper was and what he’d done.  He’d tried to talk to Liz, but she glared at him and his attempts to smooth things over.  His son avoided him all together and his wife?  Well, the saint that she was put a smile on her face and let him wrap his arms around her in an apology.  She was a fucking saint and he didn’t deserve her.  That much his mother and he agreed on.  His plans for their new house was one of the ways he was hoping would show her just how much she meant to him and their family.  She was his rock, his touch stone to reality.  When the shit was hitting the fan, whether he was in Hawaii or Jersey or anywhere in between, he could always talk to her and she’d be the voice of reason.  His voice of reason.  He didn’t want to imagine trying to navigate the business without her.  There were times when all he needed was just to hear her voice.  She didn’t have to impart any words of wisdom, he just needed to hear her voice over the phone.   

He slid his arm out from underneath her and her pillow slowly.  Again, trying to let her sleep as long as she could.  Sliding away from her a little, he kept is eyes on her, checking for signs of waking.  Relieved that she appeared to be undisturbed, he let his thoughts wander again. 

His eyes traveled from the top of her blond head, pausing to gaze at the curve of her neck and shoulder.  He slipped the sheet down to reveal more of her body to his hungry gaze.  He loved looking at her and wanted to store up as many memories as he could for his after holiday grueling schedule.  Just gazing at her sleeping form was a luxury.  The lowered sheet revealed her back, so beautiful to him as it tapered down to her still narrow waist.  His fingers itched to trace her spine but he refrained for now.  Instead he concentrated on storing away the sight of the woman in bed with him.  She mumbled something in her sleep but didn’t grab the sheet back up. 

David knew that when he traveled she slept in a big t shirt to stay warm.  She said when he wasn’t in bed with her, she got cold.  But when he was home, neither needed any other warmth than a light sheet.  One of the joys of sharing her bed with an ‘animal’ she always joked. 

He slid the sheet down further, exposing the swell of her hips and her luscious ass to his determined gaze.  He took a deep breath to ensure he kept himself in check, reminding himself that she needed rest and he wasn’t that much of an asshole, in spite of recent reports to the contrary.  The sight of her naked ass brought out the beast in him.  There was something primal about having her bent over in front of him that robbed him of rational thought.  It was a mixed blessing that they rarely chose that position because of the height difference.  David was well aware that he’d pound into her without thought….yeah, it was a good thing that she wasn’t as fond of that position as him.  She wouldn’t be able to move or sit down for a week, if he had his way. 

His body’s response to his thoughts made him groan quietly.  He could wait.  In fact he could ignore the ache and just enjoy the rarity of waking up in his own bed without an alarm prompting.  He didn’t realize that he’d been staring at her ass for what seemed like hours until she rolled over onto her back, giving him another view. 

Before he had a chance to even think about possibly touching his favorite nipples, she opened her eyes.  She blinked up at him and smiled.  Even after yesterday’s shit, she could still smile at him.  David was both amazed and relieved. 

Kris licked her lips slowly, fully aware of the reigned in beast next to her.  She watched his eyes widen, following her tongue across her lips.  She brought her eyes back up to his, seeing them soften. 

“Did I wake you, sweetheart,” David asked.  Kris swallowed before she replied.  His morning voice made her toes curl.  There was no secret to it, she loved his gravely deep soft voice and in the morning it was exaggerated. 

“No,” Kris said slowly.  David smiled at her as he reached for her cheek, caressing her gently.  Kris closed her eyes, savoring his touch.  It was something she missed when he was away.  David slowly trailed his hand down to her neck, stroking his fingers across her skin.  He’d been reluctant to wake her so he could relish the feel of her skin, but now she was awake, he wanted to touch every inch of her.  David flicked his eyes back to hers, a question clearly visible.  Kris’s lips parted as images filled her head. 

David allowed his fingers to walk to her closest breast, capturing her nipple between his finger and thumb.  His wife groaned in response.  He kicked the sheet off both of them as he slid closer to her, intent of waking her up in his own unique fashion… 

As his breathing came in slower gasps with his wife’s heels were still clasped tightly around his waist, he lifted his head from the mattress next to her head. 

“I love you, Kris.  I’m sorry for yesterday,” he said, blinking past his sweat.  Her lips curled into a naughty smirk before she said a word. 

“Is this your idea of an apology, mister?  I think I might need a little more of that,” she teased, pulling him back into her with her heels.  He chuckled at her actions, but knew his meaning had been accepted.  He pushed himself up from the bed, looking down at her, seeing her flush starting to recede. 

“I don’t know, what have you got in mind,” he teased.  She giggled at him, something he felt clear to his balls thanks to their continued contact.  “Jesus, you are gonna kill us both, you know that,” he teased.  She released him so he could rest and get his breath back, to say nothing of the strain on his back that their morning’s activity had inflicted.  He rolled over on to his left side, getting his breath back and trying to not sweat all over his lovely wife. 

She reached for his chin, rubbing that tuft of fuzz with a smile.  “I don’t want to tire you too much, Wally.  We have tonight all to ourselves and I’d hate to waste it with just sleeping,” she reminded him.  He blinked in surprise.  He’d forgotten about their ‘date night’.  Not because he didn’t want it or think it was unimportant, he did on both accounts.  He’d just plain forgotten what day of the week it was. 

“Hey,” he said in mock anger.  “You think I’ll be too tired for you, do you?  I got news for you, lady.  I’m ready and willing whenever you are,” he said, hoping like hell she wasn’t quite ready just yet.  Another giggle told him she saw through him, as usual. 

“Don’t worry about it, Dave.  You can always snag a nap later today,” she said sliding out of bed.  He watched her retreat into the bathroom, knowing she’d be getting ready to jump in the shower.  Her previous words and invitation clear.  Yeah, he’d get up and join her in a few.   

First he needed to take minute to get his brain back in gear and figure out what else was on his plate today.  The only thing that was hanging over his head was that damn woman.  That woman in Florida was making noises to Mike about the fact that she’d be able to do a better job of designing and overseeing the build of his house if she could meet with the real buyer. 

Mike was on a plane this morning sometime to meet face to face with her, to set her ass straight.  He’d called and bitched at both Edge and Christian about her.  They’d both laughed at him and his reluctance to meet with her.  He had the uneasy feeling that their meetings were more than just business, but he didn’t know either of them well enough to ask.  That was one entanglement he didn’t need.  It was bad enough at work with certain females throwing themselves at him, or happening to walk into the men’s locker room in a state of semi undress.  Yeah, like he or any of the guys believed that.  ‘Taker had even raised a brow at him and the antics he was inspiring.  That was all the censure The Dead Man had shown, but it was enough.  David didn’t want the actions of a few misguided divas threatening his peace with the boys.  It was tough enough coming from RAW and Evolution, he sure as hell didn’t need someone else fucking it up for him. 

His eyelids snapped open, hearing the shower start.  He cursed himself for almost falling asleep.  Kris turned in surprise at the shower door sliding open behind her. 

“I thought you’d fallen sleep,” she said soaping up the sponge.  Silently, David took the soap and sponge from her with a smile.

“Never,” he said. 

*** 

Mike checked his watch as he followed the damn GPS to some restaurant that she had chosen.  She’d said their food was excellent.  Hmm, he’d be the judge of that.  He was very particular about food, as anyone that knew him was aware.  But then this Dragonetti woman knew nothing about him.  He suspected she thought he might be some flunky, some errand boy, someone to either intimidate or impress.  His lips thinned in irritation.  He had news for her.  He was a lot tougher than most gave him credit for, particularly when it came to guarding his buddy’s business, not to mention his ass. 

Bella Dragonetti sipped her water as she glanced at the door surreptitiously.  She didn’t want to appear too eager or too vulnerable.  She’d learned years ago that none of that worked well in business, not if a woman wanted to be taken seriously.  She had chosen this particular restaurant in part because it was a favorite and also because it would be fairly easy to get to from the airport, something she thought Mister Adams would appreciate.  She wanted to ease his irritation at having to fly down to meet her.  He’d had been the soul of politeness and courtesy, but she knew he was irritated by her request for this meeting.  She wasn’t born yesterday. 

If asked to explain why she had pushed for this, she would have been hard pressed to explain to anyone, including herself.  She had a large hunch who Mister Adams represented and that in itself was enough to ensure that she was at her best and did nothing to sully the firm or her own reputation.  She told herself that it didn’t mater one bit that her client might be the same man she had drooled over since he had first appeared on her television screen.  She had managed to be cool and professional with other famous figures that she’d dealt with, including several other wrestlers and their families. 

Bella pushed those traitorous thoughts aside, preferring instead to take a mental inventory of herself, ensuring that the stage was set to her satisfaction.  Being in Florida meant a different kind of business attire.  Climate dictated that woolen suits would never suffice.  Instead she wore a cream colored tailored linen dress, topped by a lavender silk jacket.  All of her wardrobe was selected with her dark coloring in mind.  She paid her personal shoppers for the service so she could be assured of always looking her best.  This afternoon’s meeting was no different.  Her dark hair hung loose in heavy waves down her back.  She’d debated earlier about pulling it up and away, but worried that would make her appear young and inexperienced.  As usual for her, her makeup was understated as was her fragrance.  Bella had been in business long enough to know when to be understated and when to go for over the top. 

Mike spoke with the concierge, asking for the reserved table.  The silent man tried to appear indifferent, but was failing miserably.  Mike frowned as he mulled that over.  Another person that assumed his size must mean that he was some famous sports guy.  He heaved a mental sigh and followed the man weaving in between tables.  Mike peered over the man’s shoulder, trying to see their destination.  He spotted a table tucked in a corner with a stunning brunette seated by herself.  Pretty lady, he thought quickly.  His thought was stopped from going any further as he realized that she was his destination.  Oh shit.

Bella watched the flow of the restaurant around her, easing some of her disquiet.  She looked up from her water glass at the minor stir happening off to her left.  She spotted Frederick escorting some big man to his table.  It took her several seconds to realize the big man was being shown to her table.  Oh shit.  She sipped her water glass to gather her wits that had scattered briefly.  For a brief second she thought the big man might actually be Mister David Batista, but a longer look revealed a man that only had size and hair color the same as her secret crush.  He was pleasant looking to be sure, but he didn’t hold a candle to other man, not for her. 

“Miss Dragonetti,” Mike asked as he seated himself apposite the beauty.  She smiled and nodded, extending her hand.  He took it gently and shook it, remembering just in time to treat her handshake as an equal.  Carrie had explained to him time and again how women hated to receive wimpy handshakes from men, making them think they might be breakable.  Bella’s lips twitched in surprise at his firm handshake.  He looked like the kind that would give her hand a brief squeeze.  Enough, she chided herself angrily. 

“Nice to finally meet you, Mister Adams.  Thank you for agreeing to meet with me,” she opened the conversation with.  Inside she was thinking he was actually quite handsome and she’d now have a pleasant picture when she spoke with him on the phone.  He was wearing a blue lightweight, silk if she wasn’t mistaken, dress shirt.  She thought his idea of going tie-less was a good one.  She could never understand men that felt the need to wear a tie in 80 degree weather. 

Mike was slightly taken aback at her professional manner.  It belied her appearance.  She looked like she was dressed for a date rather than a business meeting.  He’d expected to see a middle aged woman in a frumpy twinset, topped with pearls or some such shit.  Her unexpected appearance put him immediately on guard.  Damn, she was exactly the type that Dave used to date before he married Kris.  Dark and curvy used to be Dave’s favorite flavor.  That memory solidified his intent that she wasn’t going anywhere near his buddy, no way, no how.

*** 

He heard her say as he walked up the stairs, “Make yourself comfortable, Dave.  I’ll be right up.”  He hadn’t seen her since she came back from dropping the kids off, but knew vaguely what their plans were for the night.  He grinned to himself thinking about his beautiful wife and the fact that he had her all to himself for the entire night.  He flipped his shoes off, pulled his shirt off and lobbed it toward the hamper, grimacing to himself when he completely missed.  He unzipped and slid his jeans off.  He walked back to the hamper and stuffed his shirt and socks in.  He kept his jeans available, just in case.  It was a habit from years of being a dad and having to throw on pants at a moments notice to tend to a screaming or frightened child. 

His attention was brought back to the present as she stepped through the door.  Oh my God, he thought.  She’s in her naughty room mother outfit.  His heart rate reacted accordingly.  He noticed that she was wearing a simple dark pink button up blouse and a very snug fitting black short skirt.  He’d never seen either before so they must be new, he reasoned.  To anyone else, she wouldn’t appear particularly provocative, but he knew.  He knew, or at least hoped, what she had on underneath her conservative appearing clothes. 

He smiled at her as he sat on their bed to let her know he was a willing participant.  Whatever she had in mind, he'd be more than willing.  There had been some sort of distance between them recently and he didn't know why or if he had caused it somehow. Enough of that, he reminded himself as his eyes traveled back to his wife walking towards him with a smile. 

"Take 'em off, baby," she said sternly.  His brows raised, but he complied as he slid his shorts off and watched them sail across the room. 

"You ever wonder why I wanted this kind bed," she said as she reached him.  Her fingers trailed along his shoulder and dropped to his chest.  His eyes widened at her words and actions. 

"Um, no," he managed to choke out.  She raked her nails over his nipple, causing an instant reaction to both his nipples and his dick.  She definitely had his attention.  She stayed quiet, but a naughty smile curled her lips.  He swallowed hard and waited.  He knew what her smile might mean for him, for both of them. 

She reached under the bed while keeping her eyes locked on him and pulled some items out.  He didn't see what she had in her hands because he couldn't take his eyes off of her.  She was beautiful, she was hot and she was going to torment the shit out of him tonight. 

She leaned in close and whispered, "Lay back baby and close your eyes."  He reached for her to steal a kiss, but she turned away.  Oh shit, he was going to have to beg tonight, he could already tell.  He tried to sneak a quick glance down her very snug blouse but couldn’t.  He wanted to see what she had on underneath her sinfully tight shirt.  He did notice that if she took a deep breath that she might pop a button or two.  He wondered if he could make her, somehow. 

She licked her lips as she looked him over slowly, provocatively, pausing on his already hard dick.  She looked up at him, noting his heated look and smiled inwardly.  She had planned this night for a while and wasn't going to let some of the other stuff interfere.  She laid her palm flat against his broad chest and felt his pounding pulse.  She knew he liked giving up control, it had been a long time since they played this kind of game.  Something always seemed to conspire against them, but not tonight.  The kids were with their grandma who was more than happy to have her little darlings and the adults were by themselves for the first time in what seemed like months.

She walked her fingers from his bare thigh, up his hip, skimming over his dick that twitched for her attention, and ended at his chest, again.  She pressed both of her palms flat against his chest and shoved him back.  He allowed himself to fall backward on to their bed.  He wanted to find out what she had planned. 

"I told you to lay back baby and I meant it," she said sternly, but with her eyes smiling at him.  His dick throbbed at her words.  He hoped he had enough patience to let her plan take shape because all he could think of was grabbing her by the hips and bending her over their bed and burying his cock deep in her as she screamed his name.  He shook himself to bring his mind back.  

She grabbed one of the items she had retrieved from under their bed.  His eyes widened in surprise as he spotted one of his much maligned ties in her hands.  He swallowed again as he saw her twisting it in her hands, running her fingers over the smooth material. 

"Give me your hand," she directed him in a silky voice.  He gave her his injured arm and hand first.  "I don't want to hurt you baby, but I will...if you make me," she whispered.  

Jesus, he wanted to fuck her right then at her words, but he waited.  He watched her tie his wrist to their bed post and knew he wanted the night to last as long as he could stand it.  She dragged her fingernails over his chest again, light enough not to leave a mark, but hard enough to cause his skin to shiver at her attention.  His dick wanted some of her attention too, but he hoped his patience would be rewarded later.  She dragged her nails lower, tracing a pattern that only she could see on his skin.  She reached his hip and lifted her fingers away and he groaned involuntarily.  She smirked at him, she was just warming up.  She licked her lips first then traced them with her fingers as she met his eyes.  He groaned again. 

She reached for another tie and took his remaining hand to guide it to the other bed post.  He watched as she tied it tight.  He shifted his wrist around and grabbed the post in his hand.  He had a feeling he might need to grip it a few times as their night wore on. 

Her eyes flicked from one arm to the other to make sure that he was exactly where she wanted him.  She saw his pulse pound at his neck and knew exactly how much she was going to torture him tonight.  She crawled onto the bed at his feet and slithered up him, pausing to nip at him occasionally.  He growled when she nipped at his thigh.  She felt him shiver when she nibbled his inner thigh near his balls.  She bit the skin at his hip and watched his skin twitch.  She heard his labored breathing and was secretly delighted but kept a stern countenance because she didn't want to give anything away.  She continued her slow lazy crawl up his long body, pausing to nibble on his nipple.  She licked her way over to his other so she could torment that one too. 

Jesus, if she kept this up he wouldn't be able to help himself.  He'd blow the first time his dick received any attention.  She was driving him insane, but he knew she wouldn't hurt him.  He loved watching her love him, loved watching her body, loved watching her move over him.  He couldn't take his eyes from her as she crawled up his prone and vulnerable body.  His dick kept shouting at her for attention, but she kept ignoring it. 

“I think,” she paused as she reached his chest.  She looked into his eyes and chuckled at his frustration reflected back at her.  She wasn’t going to give in to him tonight that easily. 

“Baby,” he groaned. 

She slid off him at his words.  She stood with her back to him, but her legs were far enough apart that he could see the outline of her ass perfectly in her erotically tight short skirt.  He was never going to let her out of the house in that fucking skirt, that much he did know.   

She turned back to him with a pout.  As she turned away, she didn’t hide her self satisfied smile.  Let’s torture him some more, she thought.  She slowly bent over and unbuckled her strappy shoes and heard his attempt at stifling a hiss.  She knew her skirt climbed up and showed him exactly what he wanted.  His stillness on the bed gave testament to that.  She didn’t need to unbuckle her shoes, she normally just slipped them off, but not tonight.  She slowly slid her shoes off, still bent at the waist and pretended to be oblivious to the view he was enjoying.  She turned back to him and pretended again to be ignorant of his desire and the effect of her shoe removal.  She smoothed her skirt down with a matronly frown, but couldn’t keep her lip from curling up.  

Shit, she was wearing a thong.  He knew he was going to have to beg, but he didn’t know it was going to be so damned soon.  He wanted to reach for her and lick her and then, and then…his brain was mush.  He couldn’t formulate enough thought to refocus on his thought.  He realized his lips were slack and he closed his mouth, hoping he hadn’t drooled on himself.   

She watched his eyes loose focus and his lips droop as he thought about her torture, maybe.  She didn’t know or care, but she wasn’t done.  Not by a long shot.  She saw him realize his predicament and brought his hot gaze back to her.  She walked to the edge of the bed and climbed back on it and straddled him at his waist, ignoring his dick, again.  She bent down and kissed him, forcing his lips open.  Taking what she wanted from him, tasting him, teasing him.  She nibbled on his lip as she finally pulled away with a speculative look. 

“Kris,” he whispered.  His breathing was labored and he was already sweating, she noticed.  She quirked a questioning brow at him, but remained silent as she held his gaze for several long moments. 

“I thought I told you to close your eyes, mister,” she said menacingly.  He blinked slowly as her words registered. 

“No, baby.  No.  Not yet.  No,” he pleaded quietly.  He didn’t want to miss watching her.  She was smoking hot tonight and he didn’t want to miss any of it.

“Since you’ve been so good,” she pretended to reconsider.   

She licked her lips again, this time dropping her gaze to his hard cock.  He sighed at her actions.  God damn, was she finally going to put him out of his misery, he wondered.  She licked her finger and traced the wet digit along the length of his long ignored member.  She could see his pulse pound as she watched his cock jump at her touch.  She knew she was getting to him and wondered how long it was going to be before he broke their bed to get out of the restraints.  She had no doubt that he would, but the debate was the length of time he’d be able to stand it.  All his thoughts were focused on the exquisite torture of her finger running up and down his cock, everything else receded. 

She pulled her finger away from her gentle stroking with another insincere pout.  She looked into his eyes as she slid back off the bed so she could get out of her skirt.  She saw his eyes widen then glaze over as she unzipped her skirt and slowly peeled it away.  She stepped out of it and looked back at him and saw his arms strain against their bindings.  Too soon, she thought.  Much too soon.  She stepped away and plucked another tie from the floor. 

“It’s time, Dave,” she said as she slipped the tie through her long fingers and looked first into his eyes, then his dick. 

“No, baby.  No, please,” he asked. 

He kept flexing his arms, trying to work some of his frustration off.  He didn’t want to blow the instant she touched him.  She trailed the silky tie along his chest and locked her eyes with his.  He shook his head slowly, silently pleading with her to wait.  She dropped the tie with an exaggerated sigh.  Instead she stepped back from him and unbuttoned her blouse, in preparation for taking it off so he could look his fill.  His eyes followed her fingers, his lips had gone slack again as his fingers twitched.  She slid her blouse off her shoulders, exposing a matching lacey pink bra.  She watched as he looked from her pink thong to her pink bra and knew he understood why she had chosen that color tonight.  He smiled a lazy naughty smile as he realized she was wearing pink.  They always joked that together they were two thirds neapolitan ice cream and adding in the pink, she completed it.  He loved watching her fair skin against his brown skin and she knew it.  How long would it take for him to get out of these damn ties, he wondered.  He wanted to taste her, taste her flavor since she had reminded him of their ice cream escapades.  She had stayed silent but watched him understand her choice and saw his dirty old man smile appear once he figured it out. 

The next thing he knew, he felt her slip the tie over his eyes securing it quickly just above his right ear. 

“No, baby.  C’mon,” he pleaded. 

“I warned you,” she purred.  He turned his head at her voice and wondered how she got clear on the other side of the bed so quickly.  He heard some other noises he couldn’t place.  He turned his head trying to figure out what she was doing. 

“Kris,” his asked.  Silence met his words.  Panic set in as he realized how vulnerable he was.  “Kris,” he said louder, starting to strain against his bindings. 

“Hush, baby.  You’ll wake the neighbors.  I’m right here,” she said quietly.  Oh thank god.  He relaxed his grip against the bed posts since he had felt once flex slightly under his strain. 

“It’s my turn now,” she said with a low chuckle.  His cock twitched in response to her menacing voice.  He wanted to touch her, but he reminded himself that he could wait.  Really he could, he sternly told himself.  He heard some rustling of plastic, maybe.  As he was still struggling to place the sounds, he felt something warm touch his chest, something warm trickle down his chest.  Oh shit, what was she doing now?  He couldn’t tell what it was, but it was warm and thick.  He felt the bed shift as she got back on the bed and strained his ears to catch any sound to give him a clue of her actions.  He groaned when he felt her tongue follow the trail of stuff on his chest.  He heard her quietly moan and he imagined the look on her face and he clenched his hands on the posts to keep himself still.  God, his cock responded to her moans, making thinking almost an impossibility.  Another bunch of warm stuff was poured on him, over filling his belly button.  As he felt her tongue quickly follow the spilling stuff, he groaned again.  Her lips were making him a quiver mass and he couldn’t be happier.  She nibbled and licked his belly clean.  She took a few final long licks, reminding him of a predatory feline before she sighed.  He gripped the posts harder. 

“Kris?  Baby, please,” he begged.  He didn’t want to ask so soon, but he couldn’t stop himself. 

“Not yet.  I told you, it’s my turn,” she playfully scolded him.  He nodded as he felt himself tense in anticipation of the next bunch of stuff and where she was hopefully going to put it.  He groaned as he felt the warm gooey stuff get drizzled over his thigh, running between his legs.  When her lips quickly followed the trail left behind, he knew he had died and gone to heaven.  She traced her tongue from his thigh, licked his balls clean and she groaned, sending vibrations through to his core.  Christ almighty!  These fuckin’ things are coming off, he thought as he started to strain. 

“No baby, not yet,” she said as she reached up and pushed him back down on the bed with a gentle but firm hand. 

"Kris, baby, please,” he begged.

“No,” she replied, her voice low.  She was enjoying herself and her fantasy.  God, he looked good covered in chocolate and she loved the salty taste of his sweat mixed in.  His dark skin covered in darker chocolate next to her pale skin was beautiful and she wanted more. 

The sound of her low response went right to his cock and he seriously considered breaking the fuckin’ bed just so he could watch her.  He didn’t want to stop her, oh no.  He just wanted to watch and feel and enjoy.   His cock jumped when he felt the warm thick stuff get drizzled over him, including his balls again.  He clenched his jaw, knowing she was going to torture him with her wicked tongue.  God, he knew he wanted to taste her and run his hands along her.   

She licked his cock exactly like an ice cream cone, up one side and down the other.  He couldn’t stop his groans from escaping as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside.  She licked him, using only her lips and tongue to clean off the goo.  He didn’t know where her hands were, but she was doing a damn fine job without them.  He managed to keep his hips from snapping and forcing his cock deep in to her mouth.  He understood the rules, even if he didn’t want to.  He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting when she took his balls into her mouth gently, rolling her tongue over and over them. 

“Baby, please,” he groaned loudly.  She smiled as she pulled away and looked at him, prone on their bed, begging to be fucked. 

“What about me,” she teased him quietly. 

“Oh yeah, don’t worry.  I’ll take care of you,” he promised.  He wanted his hands loose and he wanted to be able to see her, now.  She saw his arms were straining against his bindings and knew he wouldn’t stand for much more.  She had licked him into a frenzy and she loved it. 

“In that case,” she teased as she crawled back up him.  He turned his head towards her voice as she claimed his lips again.  He groaned as he let her tongue master his, taking what she wanted.  It took him several long moments for him to finally identify the taste on her luscious tongue.  Chocolate?  God damn, she’d been covering him in chocolate and licking it off.  She put her body on him, letting him take her full weight, allowing him to feel her melt against him.  His hips ground into her, he wanted to taste her too. 

“Let me show you something,” she said mysteriously as she pulled away.  She reached up and slid his blindfold up and off.  He blinked as he looked at her in her beautiful pink bra, now stained with chocolate.  He struggled against his bindings again. 

“Ah, ah,” she waved her finger at him, warning him she’d put the tie back over if he wasn’t good.  She reached behind her for the syrup with a smile and sat up.  She pulled the stopper back out with her teeth just before she tipped it over herself.  His eyes widened at her actions.  He was mesmerized watching the chocolate mix with the pink of her bra and the white of her skin.  She watched his eyes glaze over and knew he couldn’t take much more.  She set the bottle back down and started to spread the syrup over her breasts with a sigh.  He watched her eyes darken as she smeared herself with the brown syrup and he shook with the strain of holding back.  He noticed a small trickle of syrup had slid between her breasts and was slowly making its way to the top of her pink thong.  He licked his lips watching her.  He wanted to taste her.  He knew she was hot, but she was fuckin’ nuclear tonight.  He couldn’t moderate his breathing and he didn’t even try anymore.  He was watching his wife stroke herself in chocolate and knew he had to taste her.  His eyes traced the wayward trickle and watched it make contact with the top of her pink thong.  The right bedpost splintered first, quickly followed by the left.  It happened so quickly, she barely had a chance to register that she’d finally made him crack before he reached for her in all her chocolate covered glory. 

His fingers threaded in her hair as his other hand shook off its binding.  His lips started at her neck and quickly worked down to trace the small trickle that had reached the top of her thong. His other hand, finally freed of its bindings, separated her from her bra quickly.  Next he peeled her thong off so he could lick her clean, as she had done to him not too long ago.  He pushed her back on to the bed so he could lick her, enjoy the taste of her as he’d been dying to do for what seemed like hours.  She groaned quietly under him at his attentions.  His control was slipping as he tasted chocolate and salty sweat mixed together, knowing she must have been tasting similar on him.  She reached up and ran her sticky fingers through his hair, making small circular patterns, driving him absolutely fuckin’ insane. 

“Fuck it,” he growled loudly.  He gripped her sticky hips and lifted her so he could finally give his cock what it had been demanding.  She cried out as he rammed himself home into her.  He stopped for moment, worried that he’d hurt her. 

“Don’t stop baby,” she whispered.  That was what he needed to hear.  She matched his frantic thrusts with her own, digging her heels into his ass.  The feel of her, the sight of her white skin covered in brown filled his mind.  It wasn’t long before her thrusts became more frantic to match him. 

“Oh yeah, baby.  I told you I’d take care of you,” he grunted as he tried to hold back so she could explode first.  As the first of her spasms hit her, he roared as his control snapped.  He rammed himself into her frantically, needing his release... 

He opened his eyes and looked into her exhausted but amused eyes.  She smiled at him and licked her finger.  He watched her and chuckled.  He didn’t have the strength to do anything else. 

“I think the whole neighborhood heard you, baby,” she teased. 

“No, I wasn’t that loud, was I,” he worried.  She grinned and nodded.  His mind went back to the words that flowed out of his mouth as he ferociously fucked his wife. 

“Am I really the hottest fuckin’ thing you’ve ever seen,” she asked him, reminding him of some of his words.  Before he could take a breath to answer, she asked him another question.  “Do you really want to fuck me every way from Sunday” she giggled.

“Oh yeah, every way and every day,” he said as he nibbled on her sticky chin.  She laughed at him and his words.  He was usually quiet, loving but quiet.  They hadn’t had a loud sex session in a long time, due to having kids in the house. 

“Dave?  Maybe the kids should visit their grandma more often,” she asked seriously.  He chuckled at her and wrapped his sticky arms around her. 

“That’s a great fuckin’ idea honey,” he said as he kissed her sticky lips and smiled.

***

Mike woke with a start.  Unsure what had prompted his waking, he peered at his surroundings.  Blinking several times to get his contacts to focus only caused more confusion.  He saw walls in front of him that he didn't recognize.  They didn't even look vaguely look like a hotel room.  A noise brought his attention back to the present, making him realize that the noise had come from someone.  That someone was a female and that female was sleeping next to him, naked.  Even more frightening to him was the fact that he didn't recognize the female. 

Oh shit.  What the fuck'd I do now?  Where the fuck am I and who the fuck is she?  Oh fuck, I am so dead.  She is gonna rip my balls off and feed them to me for breakfast.  Think, dumb fuck!  Glancing around at the surroundings better told him he was in some office or conference room of some sort. 

Taking a deep breath, he eased himself away for the brunette that was almost falling off the couch.  She slid into his vacated spot quickly, without seeming to wake. 

What a dumb mother fucker!  Jesus Christ!  Just grab your clothes, and get the fuck out.   

Mike continued his personal tirade, yanking on his clothes unceremoniously.  He grabbed his locked briefcase, jacket, keys and shoes before he slipped out the door silently. 

After he pulled away from the office parking lot, he did a quick look to see if there was an all night diner he could use.  He needed to finish getting dressed first, then he was in desperate need of some coffee.  Like a beacon, the Waffle House sign appeared amongst all the closed businesses along the strip.   

Once he was seated in a too small booth with a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, he took the time to figure out what the fuck happened.  He remembered meeting Miss Dragonetti at dinner.  He remembered talking business all through dinner with her not so subtle probes about her client’s identity.  Mike shook his head, he should have fucking known.  He should have gotten up at that point and gone back to his hotel.  It wasn't the first time that a woman threw themselves at him, thinking they'd get to Dave.  But it hadn't happened in such a long time, Mike wasn't quick enough on the uptake to nip it in the bud. 

Instead, he parried her queries easily as they opened another bottle of wine.  He had to admit, she did know good wine.  Her taste in food, not so good.  But the wine and the attractive woman balanced it out.  He remembered her suggestion to go to her office so she could show him her ideas for the house in a better light, or so she said.  He'd been suspect then, but by then was too bemused to care, not thinking he was on her list. 

They opened a third bottle of wine as they poured over the plans.  Then the not so subtle touches started, he reminded himself in disgust.  He should have left right then and there.  He was dead, that's all there was to it.  He did have enough wits about him to lock his briefcase before he searched for a restroom. 

Damn it, maybe if he stayed quiet, she'd never know?  Maybe that'd work?  Fuck, that was his only choice really, knowing she'd have his balls on a stick.  Why the fuck had he been so weak?  Since when did a pretty woman cause him to revert?  Yeah, she was pretty.  Okay, beautiful was more like it.  But he wasn't available so why didn't he leave?  Because he was a piece of shit?  A no good worthless bastard?  Lisa's tirade echoed in his mind.  He wasn't going to loose her, not over this.  This was a mistake and it didn't mean anything to him.  He was pretty damn sure it hadn't meant anything to Bella either. 

Smiling as the waitress refilled his cup, he had a brief worry that she might have weaseled something out of him.  She'd asked him to name is client as he was fucking her.  Something he found more than a little twisted.  But did he stop himself and zip his pants back up?  Oh hell no.  He'd passed the point of no return as far as he was concerned.  He remembered smiling and shaking a finger at her in reprisal.  She'd tried to ask him something else, but he made sure she was too busy to try again. 

That, he knew how to do.  He was an expert at fucking a woman senseless to keep her quiet.  Ten plus years of living with psycho bitch from hell honed that skill.  He didn't think Bella was that, but she was damned determined. 

Shit, he'd have to tell Dave.  Really, he had fucked up big time and needed to let Dave know that he might not be in a position to look after his ass on this one. 

By the time he was back on a plane heading home, he'd come to several decisions.  He made a plan while he showered in his unused hotel room.  He wasn't going to tell Carrie anything.  He couldn't risk it.  She knew nothing about his reasons for coming to Florida anyway.  He'd told her he was meeting some financial clients.  And he wasn't going to tell Dave exactly what happened, not in minute detail.  He'd just say they met, understood the plans better and she'd tried to muscle client info out of him.  He'd leave it at that, hoping that Miss Dragonetti didn't think he now owed her.  Worse yet, owned his ass.  Did he mention that he had a girlfriend?  Could she use that against him?  No, he was pretty sure they didn't talk about him much, sensing the evening was all about her and her plans.  He repeated his plan a million times as he watched the world through the small oval window of the plane.  He wasn’t going to let anything ruin his life and this one small mistake would quickly fade, if he played his cards right… 

Bella woke up to sunlight streaming through the partially opened blinds.  Fucking sunshine anyway, she groused.  Whose idea was it to be so damn bright, anyway?  Her pounding head reminded her of her previous night’s adventure.  She glanced around, ensuring that she was indeed alone, not that she expected him to stay.  Her plan had backfired on her.  She thought he’d be as easy to manipulate as he looked.  His large size must have made her brain turn to mush, since she hadn’t expected him to be able to withstand her assault on his client confidentiality stance.  But withstand it he did, in spite of her best efforts to get him rip roaring drunk and fucking his brains out.  That part she didn’t mind so much since she didn’t usually allow herself to just fuck any good looking guy that came in range.  But damn.  She was a woman who always had a back up plan or two.  Now she just had to figure out what the hell they were.  She sighed as she sat up slowly, cursing the headache that she knew she deserved.  A quick worry made her jump to the wastebasket.  She breathed a sigh of relief at seeing the used condom discarded.  She vaguely remembered smiling at him as she pulled one out of her purse.  She groaned, remembering how she ripped it open with her teeth.  Last night proved one thing to her.  She needed to get laid more often.  She thought that she was the one in control last night, but after all of her attempts were stymied she was forced to admit that her libido might have gotten in the way. 

Not to worry, she hadn’t risen so quickly by being a quitter, and Bella Maria Antonia Theresa Dragonetti was anything but a quitter.  She kept that thought foremost as she slipped on last night’s discarded clothes.   

After she tidied up the office, erasing all traces of late night occupation, she locked the door behind her firmly.  She had things to do and people to see.  But more importantly, she had to formulate a plan B. 

***

“Babe,” Mike asked quietly.  He set his bags down quietly, hoping his luck would hold and she’d be asleep.  A curly head popped up over the back of the couch at his words.  He cursed his luck but smiled, walking to her. 

Carrie set her laptop down, sensing Mike was in some weird ass mood.  It was never safe to keep electronics near when he was in one of his moods.  He surprised her by reaching for her hand, pulling her to her feet.  He wrapped his arms around her shoulder, pulling her to his chest tightly. 

“I missed you, babe,” he murmured against her hair.  Carrie returned his hug by slipping her arms around his neck.  What the hell?  He was only gone a day.  “You look tired, honey.  You get enough sleep, enough to eat?  Here, let me fix you something,” Mike said in a rush, guiding her back to the couch.  Without prompting, he lifted her feet on to the couch and pulled the blanket over her.  Mike leaned down and kissed her seriously before standing back up with a determined look.  He marched to the kitchen, intent on something.  Carrie watched in wide eyed wonder as he ignored his bags, instead concentrating on making them both a late lunch without finding out if she was hungry after all. 

**

He wasn't even sure why he thought about it, except he still wanted to talk to her.  Yeah, even though she always hung up on him or told someone else to tell him she was unavailable, even when he could clearly hear her voice.  One time in particular kept him awake at night.

"Tell that asshole I have better things to do than be one of his women!"   

He could still hear the venom in her voice.  It made him more determined than ever to prove her wrong.  Even now, when he was dead ass tired from a month’s worth of travel without much of a break.  The only break he could see was Christmas and that wasn’t going to be much of a break.  His dad was pissed at him, his little sister was bitching at him again and his brother seemed to have turned on him for some reason, too.  No, no foreseeable joy in his future.  Plus he was still fighting this fucking cold he picked up in Italy or Spain .  He wasn’t sure, since the countries had started running together this tour. 

Flipping his phone open to check for any messages as was his habit, even if they weren’t from her.  Hell, he’d never had a message from her, regardless of the fact that she had his cell number or she should since it was on every flower delivery he’d sent to the store. 

His word of the day was perspicacity.  He frowned, not sure if he’d even heard it before.  Huh, acute mental vision or discernment?  Well maybe he’d finally get Rebecca to see or at least listen to him?  Big Sis’s idea of the word of the day had helped him, but he’d never tell anyone but her that.  He now at least knew some of the words that seemed to crop up in some of the meetings he had to sit through.  He’d never used any of them, but he now knew what they meant.   

He was dead ass tired, too tired to play, but he wanted to try to hear her voice.  It was almost an obsession with him.  Sighing at his reluctance to get rejected again, he flipped the phone back over and hit one of his speed dial buttons.  He adjusted the ear bud as he slipped the phone into his slacks front pocket.  No need to advertise that he was on the phone while waiting for his return flight.  Panic flashed though him as he glanced at his watched and did the math, trying to convert the time.  Okay, good, it was morning in California .  He held his breath, waiting for the line to be picked up thousands of miles away. 

“Pea Pod, how can I help you,” Rebecca’s voice said clearly.  Randy blinked in shock.  “Hello?  If you don’t say something I am going to hang up and call the cops,” Rebecca warned. Her tone brought Randy back out of his daze. 

“I know you think I should probably be arrested for something, but I swear I’m innocent,” Randy managed to say.  Rebecca frowned at the voice on the phone.   

“Who is this,” she demanded. 

“Randy.  Randy Orton,” he said quietly, feeling his sinuses start to ache again.  Fucking airports and airplanes were hell on a cold.  Rebecca frowned at the phone.  It didn’t sound like that asshole, at all.  This guy sounded normal. 

“Bull shit.  You don’t sound like that asshole at all.  Is this some joke?  Very funny, you can put Jade on the phone now so I can rip her ass.” Rebecca said sternly.  Randy couldn’t hold his cough in, post nasal drip hit at exactly the worst times. 

“Uh, no.  Sorry, but I don’t know anyone by the name of Jade,” Randy said again without any hint of his usual bravado.  Rebecca had a horrible feeling she’d just yelled at the Randy Orton again.  He seemed to always bring out the worst in her, more so since she’d been watching wrestling the last few weeks.  She had been appalled but also strangely drawn to watching him in his itty bitty speedo thing. 

“Prove it,” Rebecca said, sounding less sure of herself.  Randy shook his head, things weren’t going well at all this time, but at least she hadn’t hung up on him, yet. 

“Last I saw you, you left me to finish your lunch,” he said quietly.  He heard her unmistaken indrawn breath. 

“Why,” she asked before she got her wits back.  “I mean where’d the asshole go,” she blurted again.  Randy started to chuckle at her brutal honesty.  So, that’s what she thought of him?  That hurt, but he managed to laugh it off for now. 

“I’m sure he’s here somewhere, but right now you got me - the non asshole.  That okay,” he asked, stifling another cough. 

“Yeah,” Rebecca said in amazement.  This was almost a normal human being, so unlike the arrogant ass that’d been calling and sending her shit. 

“Good, because I’m too tired to bring that other guy out,” Randy admitted, surprising even himself. 

“That’s okay.  He can stay where ever it is he goes,” she giggled.  Randy smiled, he loved the sound of that giggle.  It made all his worries of the last weeks disappear.  An over head page announced a flight for boarding.  Randy looked at the reader board, it wasn’t his.  He had some time yet.  Rebecca must have heard it too as her next question proved.  “Where are you?”

“ England , waiting for my flight,” he said quietly.  Rebecca got all girlie at his voice.  It was so different from when he’d called before.  He sounded sexy and mysterious.  “You still there,” Randy asked when he heard no response. 

“Yeah, sorry.  Trying to put some stuff away before we open,” Rebecca fibbed.  No way was she about to admit she’d drifted because of the sound of his voice.  She heard his quick ‘excuse me’ before he starting hacking and coughing.  She frowned as she listened to him.  He needed to go to bed.  That thought prompted too many images that she had no right to even think that she dropped the keys she’d been holding. 

“You okay,” she asked when he’d finally managed to stop coughing. 

“Yeah, sorry.  I didn’t mean to make you have to listen to that.  I got a cold sometime last week and it’s hanging on,” Randy admitted.  He felt a flush of warmth at her genuine sounding concern for him in just those two words. 

“You need to go to bed for a few days,” Rebecca said without thought.  Randy blinked at her words, not up to any smart ass comeback that her words begged for. 

“I get one day this week,” he said quietly. 

“That fucking sucks,” Rebecca said quickly. 

“Yeah, I think so,” he admitted.  The chatter of a non English speaking family interrupted Randy for a moment as they walked loudly by. 

On a sudden impulse, Rebecca asked,” Where were you this week?  What countries?”  Randy sat back down, putting his feet up as he did a quick mental run through to make sure he had his week right. 

“Let’s see.  What day is it today,” he asked, in part because he wasn’t too sure. 

“It’s Wednesday, you goof,” Rebecca teased. 

“Really?  Okay, so let me see.  Last Friday we were in Spain ,” he started off with.  Rebecca interrupted him excitedly, asking him to tell her more…

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