Joining the WWE

Chapter 7
The Payment

Dave was nervous when Terry started slicing off his shirt. He thought maybe he and Glen had pushed her too far, too soon.
Then all thought flew out of his head when Terry started to unbuckle his belt and pulled his fly down, freeing his rigid cock to the air and her hungry gaze. She dragged his jeans and underwear off of him and came back up over his body.
She brought her face close to his hard-on, taking the hard flesh into her hands, making Dave groan.
"You are going to give me a few days rest after this, Dave. No surprise visits, no jumping me when my back is turned. You got it, big guy," Terry said while watching his eyes and stroking him.
He started to shake his head no, when he saw her light-colored eyes narrow then turn black.
"You better say yes, or I'm gonna leave you like this for the cleaning staff to find," Terry growled, knowing she needed a few days rest to concentrate on what she was gonna do and her job.
"You wouldn't dare!" Dave said with a smile.
"Try me, big boy! I don't think you want to take that risk, especially since I'd call for room service and leave the door wide open for anyone who cares to take a look!" Terry replied, her black eyes dancing in the candlelight.
"So, after tonight, you have to leave me alone until the next taping, got it!"
"Yes, I promise," Dave said, thinking she was in so much trouble if he ever got loose.
Terry smiled again, her eyes turning a warm sherry color as she looked over his naked body.
She got off the bed and started to undress, taking her time and driving Dave crazy.
By the time she finished, Dave was sweating and straining against the handcuffs, close to breaking them.
"You break those and I'll have to get the rope out," chuckled Terry.
"C'mon, let me go already, Terry," Dave begged, anxious to get his hands on her tempting body.
"Nope, not until I have my fun with you."
"Terry . . . ," Dave said threateningly, really trying to break the cuffs or the bed.
She smiled and jumped onto the bed, climbing up his body, coming to a rest with her hips on his chest, almost sitting on his face.
"If you're a very good boy, I'll let one hand go," she said with a smile, staring into his dark intense eyes.
"Come a little closer, and you'll see how good I am, little spitfire," he growled, smelling her arousal, wanting to taste it.
Terry smiled again and lowered her pussy onto his waiting mouth, her eyes closing as she felt his pierced tongue swirl around her clit.
She grabbed the head board and cried out as his talented tongue drove her wild, making her feel light-headed when he drove his tongue into her pussy.
When his mouth closed on her clit and started sucking, she was distracted enough for him to break the cuffs on his left hand and grabbing her ass, pulled her closer to his mouth.
Terry was past caring whether or not he got loose and she came, crying out his name, her head thrown back and the end of her long braid brushing against his chest.
Dave kept up the assault, making her cum twice more before he dragged his mouth away from her soaking wet pussy.
She fell to Dave's right side, cushioning her head on his chest, breathing hard.
She calmed down a little then sat up, glancing at Dave's loose hand, the cuff dangling on his wrist.
She hopped off the bed before he could grab her and she moved to her bag, taking out a length of rope.
She stood up, grinning at Dave's expression.
"No, Terry, you are NOT tying me up!"
"Ah, but you broke the cuff, buddy boy. I told you what would happen," she said, still grinning.
She climbed back on the bed, on top of Dave and kissed him, tasting her own juices on his lips, feeling his arm go around her waist.
That distracted him enough for her to grab her knife from the head board, quickly sit up and brought the knife under his chin.
"Now, you're gonna be a good boy and let me tie your arm back up, so you can't interrupt me while I'm taking advantage of you."
C'mon, Terry, I can only take so much," Dave begged, trying to move his chin away from the point of the knife.
She just shook her head and waited, knowing he would do as she asked.
He saw no way out, so he reluctantly let her tie his wrist back to the head board, staring at her black eyes.
When she was done, she shimmied down his body to take his hardness in her hand.
"God, Terry, you want to drive me nuts," Dave groaned as she moved her hand on his shaft.
"Of course, but isn't that what you and . . . have been doing to me," she stammered a little, then surprising him by completely engulfing his cock in her throat while moving her tongue against his scrotum.
Dave threw his head back and his hips bucked off the bed, wanting to grab her head and move her mouth on his raging hard-on.
Then she did move her mouth and his mind was lost in a haze of pleasure.
It didn't take long before Dave was filling Terry's eager mouth with cum, his pelvis bumping against her forehead.
Now it was his turn to fall back on the bed, breathing rapidly, his eyes closed.
Terry lifted her head, cum dripping from the corner of her mouth and she licked it, finishing off his cum and moved back up to sit on his hips.
Dave opened his eyes and looked at her oval-shaped face, beautiful in the candlelight.
She leaned over him and tenderly brushed her lips over his, wanting to tell him how she felt about both him and Glen.
But she couldn't, not yet!
Then she felt him twitch beneath her and her face grew amused as she sat up.
"Geez, you really have a good recovery rate, don't you!" Terry teased.
"Can't help it. I've got a sexy little spitfire sitting on me, naked," Dave said, grinning and moving his hips.
"Mmm, can't let that bad boy go to waste, now can we?" Terry said with a wicked smile, reaching down to help him sink into her.
She started moving, making Dave gasp and groan in turns.
He couldn't believe how this little slip of a woman got under his skin and stayed there.
Terry surprised him again when she reached over with the knife and sliced through the rope, freeing his hand and he quickly broke the other cuffs, not caring anymore than past the moment, wrapping his arms around her.
Terry started at that, but knew better than to push it too much. She groaned when Dave rolled them on the bed until she was underneath his big body, ready for anything he could dish out.
He slowly pulled out then slammed back in, taking his time pleasuring her.
Her hands swept across his back up to his shoulders and she raked her nails down, leaving bloody scratches.
He quickly grabbed her hands, pinning her to the bed while he took his fill of her.
"God, Dave, harder," Terry begged, wanting to feel completely filled up by him.
He moaned and complied, making the bed shake and Terry scream for more.
He sat up on his knees after a few minutes, pulling Terry with him, pushing her knees up to her shoulders, feeling the tightness of her cunt surrounding him, his big hands holding on to her thighs and slamming into her, the sound of flesh smacking flesh filling the room.
Terry threw her head back and screamed once, long and loud, while Dave pumped his hips and unloaded inside of her, her orgasm starting his.
He let go of her legs and collapsed over her, both of them breathing heavily.
"I love you," Terry whispered to herself, not realizing Dave heard her.
Terry's eyes fluttered closed, hoping she would pass out before Dave said anything. She had already lost half her heart to him and she didn't think that it was a good thing, especially when the other half belonged to Glen.
Dave pushed himself onto his elbows, staring down into Terry's face, brushing her hair off of her forehead.
He leaned down and tenderly kissed her, knowing he would never let her go now, with one exception. And he couldn't wait for the day when she belonged to both him and Glen completely.
He finally moved off of her and gathered her close, closing his eyes, not caring about the metal still on his wrists and they both fell asleep, the candles burning down, filling the air with the scent of jasmine.