And Still | Rhea Ripley | Possessive and Smutty

Part 15 - Good Little Champion

I quickly figured out that I for sure enjoyed a possessive partner. Maybe, it was the feeling of safety or care that come with it.

But Rhea hadn't moved a hard grip on my thigh since we gotten in the back of Damien's rental car. Even with Dom beside Rhea, she didn't care everyone could see the insane grip she had on my leg.

It'd been 5 minutes into the 15 minute drive, and my thigh was starting to go numb. The spots her fingers were sticking in were beginning to burn. I softly moved my knee away from Rhea, trying to ease her grip.

Rhea snapped to look at me, a look of 'The hell do you think you're doing.' She tightened the grip on my thigh, making me tense. She lent in to whisper in my ear, and I could feel the smile on her lips. "You're not ready." She said, and pulled back.

She's said that before. But this time, it wasn't a complete no. It was like a joke, now that she's decided to give me a chance to show her. I squinted at her and shook my head. She was wrong.

I put my hand on hers, pushing tightly on it to prove I was. Rhea just laughed softly, shaking her own head as she looked away.

When we arrived to the hotel, walking through the lobby Rhea had a hard grip around my waist the whole way.

In the elevator, that Rhea made us catch even though we were two floors up, she pressed the button to level 2. Turning around and grabbing my cheeks to kiss me hard.

I fell back into the wall from the force, back crashing and me gasping into Rheas mouth. Rhea didn't care, she absolutely devoured my lips, pressing her tongue inside.

Her hand hovered around my throat but she seemed to hold it back and grab my cheeks again. Her soft lips were incredible moving against mine. I grabbed her waist to hold her closer. Gripping the top she still had on from the night.

The doors opened behind me and Rhea pulled away. Grabbing my wrist to pull me out and down the hall. She didn't stop, even when I held back a bit to slow us down. She unlocked the door, guiding us in. I put some things down on the couch, flicking my hair back as I turned back to her.

Rhea had shut the door and shoved me onto my back on the bed, my head smacking the mattress. Shocked, I lent up on my elbows to focus on her.

After that, the harshness she pushed me with. The anger. I questioned myself, maybe I wasn't prepared.

"I'm not holding back." Rhea said as she climbed above me, straddling me heavy with her legs, covered in track pants. I knew her ring shorts were on underneath, and that was insanely attractive to know. "I don't care if you scream. Beg. Cry. Run. You have been pleading for this..."

I slowly nodded in understanding.

"But I'm going to let you choose a word. Any word, angel. You say it and I stop." Rhea whispered, pushing some stray hairs from my face back. "So what is it?"

I pouted my lips in thought, trying to come up with an appropriate word to use.

"Quickly." Rhea said boredly.

"Um... Champion." I whispered, waiting for Rheas approval. Which she gave by licking her teeth with her tongue. Making my stomach curl, anticipation but also a little nervousness. Eagerness.

A snap sounds the room, as my cheek stings. Rhea slapped my cheek, making me jerk at the impact. I held my cheek, looking to Rhea with a wide mouth.

"That's for being such a brat." Rhea said playfully, smirk on her face.

Before I could process what just happened, Rhea hovered on my hips, flipping me onto my stomach. Spreading my legs and settling between them. My dress riding up dangerously high. She ran her hands roughly down my back, squeezing my hips. "Such a hot body, Flo. You work hard for this body?"