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

The terrifying reality

"Are they covered?" I nodded my head yes as Moxley stood on the other side of the bedroom door. He had asked me to put the blind fold on. I could have easily have not done so and lied. That way I would have got a look at the man who now controlled every aspect of my life. I heard the bedroom door open then his footsteps as he entered the room. I sat on the edge of my bed, fisting the fabric of my top. I did as he asked me before he got back. Only wearing the underwear set he favoured on me after watching through the cameras. A loose top I added on top because I didn't like the thought of him seeing me with nothing on again. It wasn't like I could hide myself with the cameras that I wasn't allowed to remove. I breathed heavily with anxiety as he stepped even closer. He had stopped not far away from where I was perched on the edge of the bed. My bare feet came together as I did anything to distract myself from him. "Remember the rules. You don't look at me. You keep the blindfold on. If you see my face I will kill you without a second thought". I nodded yes to agree. Biting my lip as he rested his palm on the top of my head. "You did good tonight. For now forget about what happened. You have no choice if you want to live to see the end of this". I kept silent, hearing Moxley start to remove his clothes when he stopped talking. I knew now he would be silent also. The mask would be gone which means the voice changer would be too. I didn't want him to touch me but the fear of hearing Lucy being killed had made me submissive to him not matter what he would now ask me. I would never argue or question Moxley again. I heard the final item of clothing drop to the floor. I sat waiting for what he would do next but he didn't approach me. Instead I somehow knew he was waiting for me to remove the top I had put on for protection. I shakily grabbed the bottom of the top and pulled it up my body then off my head. The blindfold stayed firmly in place much to my relief.

When I had the top off Moxley knelt down in front of me, his hands coming onto my waist and thigh as he slid his hips between my legs. His warm skin brushed against my own. He felt like any normal human being, nothing unusual about how his hands felt on me, how his skin softly brushed against my skin till his lips met mine. My hands came up onto his shoulders as he pushed a kiss onto me unexpectedly. I kissed him back knowing that was what he wanted. Wrapping my arms around his neck he smirked against my lips. His hand on my waist slid around my back. This felt all too surreal. I was allowing an evil man, a murderer to touch me willingly. What the hell had I become? It didn't matter that it was through fear anymore. The slight tingles and electricity I felt had me feeling my body was betraying who I really was. If Moxley thought this was a treat for me he was wrong. I allowed him to lay me back onto the bed, his hands moved down my body till they reached my black lace panties. I didn't object as he slowly slid them down my legs, his length instantly standing to attention against my thigh. I knew what he planned and I didn't really like it. I didn't want this yet I had no choice. His lips moved away from mine, I gasped out when I felt his fingers slide into my folds then down to my centre. I burned red feeling I was wet from just the kiss alone. I knew he could see how much my body was betraying me even though I didn't want this. I was certain he was aware how much I didn't want this. I arched my back when he trailed his lips from the middle of my bra and down to my stomach. His fingers worked me gently as he brushed against the exact places he needed to. It was like he already knew my body. He already knew how to get me going. That or he was just very experienced with in the bedroom I didn't want to piss him off but I wanted him to get this over with. Deciding to play along I had hoped he would find my act believable. "Please..." I drawled in a mumble. His lips stopped moving along my skin. I knew he was looking at me questionably but refused to speak to give away his voice. "Don't tease me. I want you now". Silence filled the room as he gave me no reply. Only my heavy breathing filled the silence.

He seemed to believe what I had said. I was cringing and almost crying when I felt him remove his fingers from me. His length pushed up against my centre, I flinched feeling bare skin and no condom. Surely he wouldn't! His hands gripped my thighs to pull my legs around his waist. He was still knelt on the floor as I laid on the edge of the bed. Without any warning he slowly pushed himself into me. I bit onto my finger, suppressing cries of displeasure as I felt his huge length invade me. I hated myself. I thought I could do this but now I knew I couldn't. Just from working his way into me I was almost moaning. He felt so good and perfectly fit inside of me once he had finished stretching me out. His hands left my thighs, gripping my hip as his other hand gently pulled my finger from my mouth. He knew I was in some kind of discomfort. He was probably that big headed he thought it was from his size alone. I allowed him to rest my hand onto the bed beside me. He griped my waist, tightening his grip on my hip also then slid back and plunged back into me. A whimpered moan forced it's way from my chest. I felt shame for Moxley to see me so helpless like this. I felt shame that I actually enjoyed the feeling of what technically was rape right now even if I did want him to hurry up to get it over with. He continued that motion, making me whimper and moan softly as I burned even more red. I had to do something to not feel as bad for this. Taking my mind back to Dean I forced myself to imagine he was doing this to me. It seemed to work before. It was the only way to not break down and freak out like I knew I would. The more I thought of Dean, the more enjoyable Moxley's thrusts became. He slowly picked up speed yet kept a steady rhythm. Every time he plunged back into me my insides knotted up. I got so into my fantasy I started to moan out more. Moxley grunted as he started to lose control and pound into me harder but I was loving every second of it.