MOXLEY (A Dean Ambrose serial killer fic/Mature smut content)

Lust stricken

I laid underneath him, helpless as his belt held my hands bound by the wrists to the bed frame. I was excited but a little scared at the same time. I could feel every inch of his naked body that was in contact with mine. The heat radiating off his skin was more than intense. I moaned out through the fabric gag in my mouth, my back arched off the bed till my bare chest was flush against his. His teeth biting down onto my shoulder as his fingers worked my centre skillfully. Everything was still fuzzy but at the same time crystal clear. I was aware of what was happening. The way Dean manhandled me up until this point. I arched my back again when his teeth latched onto my nipple. The sharpest pain spread across my breast. I could feel the fear of being helpless but for some reason I hadn't objected up until this point. Something about the way Dean touched me stopped me from saying no. His eyes blazed into me darkly each time they met mine. The next thing I new he was forcing himself into my entrance, his hands came down on my throat cutting off my air. He tightened his grip, seconds passed when I felt nothing but fear. I struggled against him, nothing I did would make him let me breath. My body shot upright in a panic as I took in my surroundings. I was breathing heavy, holding onto my chest trying to take in as much air as possible. Even though I could see I was in my own bed and alone I couldn't help but feel scared at what I had dreamt. It felt so real, so terrifying but at the same time before he choked me exciting. I touched my neck knowing for a fact it wasn't sore when I woke up after my one night stand. My hands in the dream had been bound so tight that surely my wrists would have been marked. Sighing out I decided it wasn't a memory. It couldn't be. That didn't explain why I dreamt something so...disturbing. I looked across at my phone to only panic but for a different reason. I was late to do my work at Romans. I was supposed to be there in five minutes and here I was still sat in bed. I sprung into action and got myself ready as quickly as I could. I was literally hopping putting my vans on as I exited my apartment and let the door slam locked behind me. In my rush I hadn't paid attention to what I threw on. I was hoping my boss wouldn't think badly if he caught me working in his home in just my skinny jeans and my iron fist hoody. I hoped it didn't matter.

I finally made it. Paying the cab driver I hopped out and rushed up to the front door. I was twenty minutes late and Dean wasn't outside. Sighing out I gave a light knock in hope he was inside. Like he knew I was already here just as I finished knocking the door slowly pulled open. Dean double taked me, eyeing me up and down with a raised eyebrow then stepped aside silently. "Sorry I'm late" I told him apologetically. I didn't know how long he had been here waiting for me, if he got here early or not. "It's cool. It doesn't exactly cause an inconvenience to me" I looked back at Dean awkwardly. The memory of all events in my dream making me cringe as I felt my cheeks become hot. Dean looked like he chilled here often. In his muscle top and jeans he was more than comfortable to have planned to leave after letting me inside. I stared at his biceps biting my lip without paying attention. Dean was talking to me but I wasn't taking in his words. Suddenly his hand waved in front of my face shocking me out of my perverted thoughts about his arms and the size of his biceps. Many dirty thoughts in those few seconds had filled my mind. "I said the office is just through there" I looked to where Dean was pointing. He didn't seem amused by my lack of attention. He looked tired. "He said when you're done just leave it all on the kitchen counter through there" He then pointed towards an arch way that led to a kitchen. A huge kitchen that had me jealous of who ever got to cook in there. "Did you get a cab here?" I looked to Dean nodding in reply. His eyes furrowed at me in confusion "You only live ten minutes walking distance from here. Did you forget how to get here?" I felt confused by his questioning. I had never been here before. I only could get the cab driver to bring me here because of the personal card Roman had given me. "You can't even remember!" Dean suddenly blurted out after my long nervous silence. "I don't remember what?" I asked him in return confused.