Chapter 2
When I got there, all
the girls were gone. That was sort of odd, but they were probably just
hanging out backstage. No matter, I was glad for the privacy; I had to
clean myself up. I grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and
walked to my personal area. As I drank my water, I grabbed the clothes I
would change into and laid them on my chair. After I stretched a little I
took my robe off its hook and walked over to the shower in the bathroom.
I turned on the hot water, and let it warm up while I undressed. I stepped
into the shower and just let the water run onto my body. It felt so good
after the workout I had just had with Paul. As I soaped myself up, I
thought about our last game. He had taken to his masterful role like a
fish to water. We'd been together for several months, but ever since his
last heel turn with Steve Austin our sex life had been more intense than ever.
It seemed that the more the crowd hated him as Hunter Hearst Helmsley, the more
he thrived on it. I didn't care if they hated him, I loved it. Just
thinking about our last few escapades was making me hot again. I slowly
teased my clit while I rinsed off, getting more and more aroused, but I forced
myself to stop when I got too turned on. I wanted to be eager and ready
for him tonight. He would be raring to go, as always.
I stepped out of the shower and was toweling myself off when I heard the
bathroom door creak open. I knew Trish was in one of the first matches, so
I figured she had come back to shower off. "Hey Trish, that
you?" I asked with my head bent down as I dried my hair. "Can
you hand me my robe? It's on the back of the door." There was no
response, but I heard footsteps coming towards me, and then I felt the robe in
my outstretched hand. "Thanks babe, I apprec-" I started to say,
but when I looked up, I saw Dwayne standing there with wry amusement on his
face. I bolted upright, and let out a scream as I hurriedly covered my
nudity with my robe.
"How dare you come in here!!!!" I yelled, my face getting red.
This was way too far, even for Dwayne. I stopped abruptly, thinking of
what I had done in the shower, what he might have seen. I narrowed my eyes
at him and hissed, "How long were you standing there?"
Dwayne arched his eyebrow, that stupid move that made me sick. "Long
enough... I was looking for you and heard the shower going. I couldn't
resist coming in here for a better look. You looked so hot in there,
naked... touching yourself. I sure got an eyeful. Even more than watching
you and Paul in the hallway..." He smirked at me, and started to walk
closer. I was getting frightened, but I was mad, too.
"You watched us in the hallway?? What, are you stalking me?!?
You better pray that Paul doesn't kick your ass when I tell him what you
did!!" I was furious, and tried to walk past him. But Dwayne snatched
me hard by the waist, and wouldn't let me by. I kicked and struggled, but
he didn't flinch. He held me still until I stopped fighting and put me
against the shower door. Then he leaned in close, his face barely inches
from mine, and said, "When you tell him? I don't think so Gab.
You see this?" and he pulled from his pocket a pair of my panties. I
only wore those for Paul; he loved the lace and satin. This jerk must have
rummaged through my bag before he came into the bathroom! "What do
you think Paul will say when I show him these and tell him I've been fucking you
for a month. What do you think he'll DO?"
My eyes widened in shock as my jaw dropped; I was stunned. I screamed,
"You BASTARD!! I've never touched you, I - I've never even looked at
you!" I spat at him, but he was so damn calm. He just wiped his face
off and smiled. "You think Paul will believe that when I have these
oh-so delicate lacy panties in my possession? He'll believe me, and you
know that." He sneered at me, and stared into my eyes.
I couldn't accept that this was happening. "You're such an asshole,
Dwayne, but I don't think even you could go that far." He smiled and
slightly shook his head. "You don't think so? Fine, we'll see
what Paul thinks then," he said, letting go of me. He turned away and
started to walk out.
My mind was racing with panic, and I couldn't take it anymore.
"NO!" I yelled and reached out after him, finally believing it wasn't
just an empty threat. I looked at the floor, trying to keep the tears from
my eyes. "What do you want, you son of a bitch?"
Dwayne slowly turned around grinning, and I started shivering. He stuffed
my underwear back in his pocket and came back to stand in front of me. He
lightly touched my face, almost caressing me. I jerked my head away from
his touch and he chuckled. "What do you think I want? Come on Gab, I
know you're not stupid..." He trailed off and looked me over, then slowly
untied my robe, pushing it open to uncover my naked body. I couldn't
believe this, this wasn't happening, this COULDN'T be happening! I didn't
know what to do. The last thing I wanted in this world was for this
asshole to touch me. But if I didn't go along with it, he'd go to Paul.
And my world would end.
He went to touch me and I tried to push his hands away, but he grabbed my wrists
tight and shook his head with that grin still on his smug face. He let go
of my hands and all I could do was shudder as he trailed a finger down my neck
to my breasts, and then pinched one of my nipples. I winced, the jackass
was hurting me, and he knew it. I could see the pleasure in his eyes when
I glanced at him.
"Please Dwayne, please. Anything, I'll give you money, I - I don't
know what else you'd want, but I'll get it for you... just... please, not
this." I was crying now, but I couldn't stop the tears. I could
feel his eyes on me, and I looked up at him. The bastard was enjoying
watching me cry. He was sneering at me. "Beg all you want; in
fact, I enjoy watching you beg like that. But honey, I think you know that
this is all I want." He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "And
I get what I want. I ALWAYS get what I want." He gave the side
of my face a little lick, and the feel of his slimy tongue on my skin made me
want to gag.
Suddenly an idea occurred to me, and I thought I had found my way out.
"The other girls are gonna be coming in here soon, I know Trish had her
match early... you can't do this, you'll get caught!" I said, starting to
think I had him. Dwayne just looked at me and smiled that sickening smile.
He asked, "Don't you think it's odd that she hasn't come back yet?
Hmm?? Let me tell you why," he continued as he fondled my breasts,
squeezing them like they were grapefruits. He pressed against me, and I
could feel the lump in his slacks getting harder. "You see, I'm not
as dumb as you think I am. I had a little talk with the women, and told
them you were feeling a bit... UNDER the weather." With the word
'under' he moved one of his hands down between my legs, and jammed two fingers
into me, making me whimper. My hips immediately rose of their own
volition, even though I hated that he was touching me, let alone this
intimately. I cursed myself for getting aroused in the shower; my body was
practically aching for release. He purred into my ear, "So I made
sure that NO ONE will be bothering you... or should I say, us?" With
that, he nuzzled into the side of my face. He lightly sucked on my
earlobe, and gently bit it, his fingers slowly pulling out of me and massaging
my clit. I wanted to scream, to run, to fight back... but I knew it
wouldn't do any good. All I could do was stand there, tears silently
running down my cheeks, not believing this was actually happening. What I
really couldn't believe was that his hand was starting to feel good.
Dwayne drew back from my ear, with his nose practically touching mine. He
searched my face, finding fear and hurt. His eyes were gleaming, making me
despise him even more. He saw the distaste growing in my expression and he
smiled. "You really hate me, don't you, Gab?" he said, almost
laughing. I scowled at him and hissed, "It takes you awhile to get
the hint, doesn't it, you prick!" He really did laugh then, and his
hand rubbed harder on my clit and it was all I could do not to moan.
"I'm going to have to change that," he said, still smirking. I
tried to ignore how his fingers were arousing me and I glared defiantly at him
as I said, "Fat chance. I've hated you since the day I met you."
His smile widened into a wicked grin, and he took his hands off of me. He
stared into my tear-streaked eyes and licked my wetness off his fingers. I
squirmed in disgust as he leaned in and kissed the tears from my cheeks.
"Mmmmm... Paul was right, you do taste good," he said. I wanted
to throw up. "Are you trying to torture me, is that it? You win, you
bastard, OK? YOU WIN!" I yelled the last part at him. He had
the audacity to wink at me. "Of course I win, don't you get it? I
always win," he said.
He slowly pulled my open robe off of me, letting it fall soundlessly to the
floor. His eyes devoured my body, and he ran his fingers down my arms.
He took my hands and made me put my arms around him. I closed my eyes; I
couldn't bear to look at his face. I just bowed my head, too overwhelmed to say
or do anything.
His strong arms encircled me and held me securely against him. He moved
his hands down my back, his fingers lightly brushing my spine. It tickled,
making me arch my back and press my body against his, my breasts pushing firmly
against his midsection. I detested that he was making me respond to his
touch, while physically I was burning for it. He dragged his fingers
downward, and grabbed my ass tight, pulling me to the growing hardness in his
pants. I whispered pleadingly, so quietly I could barely hear myself,
"No." He firmly took hold of my chin, almost roughly, and pulled
my chin up to stare into his eyes. They blazed, but with what I couldn't
tell. He whispered just as quietly, but steadfastly, "Yes."
At that, Dwayne picked me up in his arms, and walked out of the bathroom.
He took me into the dressing room, and laid me on the leather sofa there.
He straddled my hips to make sure I stayed down. I could feel the bulge in
his slacks getting larger, pressing against me as he practically tore off his
T-shirt. "You'll stay there, right?" he asked, more of a command
than a question. I meekly nodded, not even moving an inch. He stood
up and unbuckled his belt, sliding it off slowly, never taking his eyes off of
me. Then he pulled down his pants, uncovering a pair of black silk boxers
that were obviously tented. He pulled those off as well, revealing his
erect cock, which sprang to attention. Catching me looking, he smirked,
"You like what you see?" I made a derisive sound and said,
"You saw Paul in the hallway and you think I'm impressed by you??"
I couldn't believe I said that and I was scared he'd react in anger, but he just
shook his head and chuckled as if he wasn't buying it. I honestly was
impressed, he was just as big as Paul, and I could feel my arousal climbing
while I struggled not to show it. I hated this man more than anything in
the world and I didn't want to go through with this; but my little time in the
shower had me raging for satisfaction.
Dwayne climbed on top of me, straddling me again, and stroked my body like he
wanted to learn every inch of it. He gathered me in his arms and kissed me
tentatively at first, and then he grew bolder and parted my lips with his
tongue, tasting me eagerly. My first reaction was to struggle, but he
slipped a hand between my legs and a finger rubbed against my nub. I
stopped struggling, my legs squeezing tight around his hand. He rubbed
harder and my body started to melt against him as I felt my temperature rising.
He slowly broke the kiss and looked at me intently as he slid his finger into
me, saying softly, "Quite compliant, aren't we?" I closed my
eyes and looked away. My mind wanted to slap him, but all I could do was
writhe under his touch.
He smirked and kissed me again quickly, then planted kisses down my throat to my
breasts. When he took his hand away from my mound, my hips rose because I
didn't want him to stop. But he ignored my movement and cupped one of my
breasts in his hand. He suckled me hungrily like he was a feeding baby.
I moaned softly, his lips felt like velvet on my skin. He let go of my
breast and reached his arms around my back as he kissed me again passionately.
His strong arms held me up as he quickly slid his cock into my tightness without
any warning. I gasped loudly; he had driven himself most of the way inside
of me with one stroke and that hurt, but the pain was exquisite. He drew
himself out halfway then pushed into me again, and again. He laid me down
flat against the leather and fucked me hard, leaning down onto me. I could
feel his breath on my neck as I moaned louder, almost a shout. He kissed
my ear and whispered as he pumped into me faster, "I've wanted you since
the moment I laid eyes on you, Gabrielle. I knew it was just a matter of
time until I had you. You're mine now, sweets, whether you like it... or
NOT." My heart balked at this, but I was too close to climax to think
about anything. He kept thrusting his cock deeper into me and I grabbed
his back and sank my nails into his shoulders. I threw my head back as I
finally felt my release. I moaned louder and I could feel lightening
coursing through my veins as I came. My inner muscles contracted around
him, milking him. A few seconds later he closed his eyes and I felt him
shudder as he came in a torrent. He slowed his rhythm and slid his manhood
out of me. I let my arms drop to my sides as I lay there gasping for air.
He swallowed hard to catch his breath, moving off of me and kneeling at my feet
on the couch.
When I regained my composure it was as if realization dawned on me, and I looked
at Dwayne. I couldn't believe what we had just done, what I
had just done! My face crumpled into tears as I cried out, "Oh God!
Paul! Oh no, no!" I sat up and hugged my knees to myself as my tears gave
way to sobs. Dwayne stared at me and shook his head. He stood up and
bent close to me. "Soon, you'll be calling MY name." He
straightened up and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on,
and I cried harder. I felt like I was going to faint. How could I
have done this to my baby, my Paul?
I sat there in my misery until Dwayne came out of the shower. He dressed
silently and he kept his eyes focused on me. But every time I looked at
him the tears came faster. When he was dressed he walked over and rested a
hand on my shoulder. I flinched at his touch and his face grew a little
dark. He said softly, "You're going to get used to this. This
may have been the first time, but it won't be the last." I stared up
at him with eyes that flashed through my tears as I said, "I hate you.
You have no IDEA how much I hate you!" His lips formed a smirk, that
seemed to be his natural expression, and he replied, "I told you, I'm going
to change that." I looked away from him, disgusted. Although I
couldn't tell with whom: him... or myself.
He unlocked the door and was about to walk out when he turned to me and
chuckled, "It'd probably be a good idea to wash off that sofa."
With that, he left.
I started to sob again, the last half hour feeling more and more like a
nightmare. The clock caught my eye and I realized that someone would
probably be coming to check on me soon if everybody thought I was sick. I
pulled myself up off the couch and grabbed a washcloth to wash it with.
When I was satisfied that it was clean, I took a shower myself. I couldn't
scrub hard enough, I could still feel Dwayne's hands on me. I had a
feeling I wouldn't feel clean for a long while. After a significant amount
of time I gave up and got dressed. I felt dead inside; the only thing I
could feel was heartache. I curled up on the sofa and softly cried myself
to sleep.
Through my dream-filled eyes, I vaguely saw someone gently shaking me awake.
I sat up and blinked away my nap. Then my eyes shot open wide.
"PAUL!" I squealed, leaping into his arms. He jumped a little
but I held him tightly to me, holding on as if my life depended on it. I
felt so safe and secure that I didn't want to ever let go. Paul held me
close then pulled back so he could look into my face. "Jesus, Gab, you act
like you haven't seen me in weeks! Are you OK? Debra said someone
told her you were feeling sick. Your eyes are red, have you been crying?
What's wrong, babe??" The concern was plainly written on his face.
It made my heart ache even more.
I wiped a stray tear from my eye and smiled weakly. "I'm OK, Paul, I'm
sorry if I scared you," I said, not wanting to worry him. "I had
a really vivid nightmare just now, I - I guess that's why I pounced on you like
that. I was feeling kind of faint earlier when I got back here so I had
someone ask the ladies to let me be alone for a little while." I
looked into his eyes and mentally berated myself for lying to the man I loved,
but I couldn't let him get hurt. Paul, I thought to myself, if
you only knew how much of a nightmare it really was...
He locked his eyes on mine. "Are you sure you're OK??" he asked
with such tenderness in his voice. I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled
him to me and kissed him softly. I let my tongue slide into his mouth a
little, and my mind started racing with the thought of Dwayne kissing me.
The thought physically jolted me and I broke the kiss suddenly, almost falling
backwards in the process. Paul reached out to make sure I didn't slip,
then gently sat down on the couch and pulled me down into a warm embrace.
I said quietly, "Guess I'm still a bit lightheaded, huh?" He
lovingly caressed my face then ran his fingers through my hair.
"You'll be OK, hon. C'mon, let me get you to the hotel." He
kissed my forehead and helped me to my feet. I went to grab my bag, but he
got it for me instead before I could protest. "If you're feeling
weak, I can handle your duffel bag," he said with concern. I just
kind of smiled and said a meek "Thanks" as he gathered our things and
we made our way out of the HSBC arena and to our rented car. I could tell
Paul was still worried about me, but I didn't know what else to do except just
stare out the car window while I silently prayed for some way out of this mess.
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