Hell Bound For You

Chapter 10: Welcome to New York!, pt. 2

After a long afternoon of watching the Yankees take on the Houston Astros, Dean and Mallory had gone back to their hotel to get a little rest. Dean had plans for them to go out later that night and he insisted that they caught a few hours of sleep before they went out.

Per Mallory's request, the front desk gave them a call around 8:30 that night to make sure they were awake. Dean rolled out of bed first and went straight into the bathroom to take his shower. Mallory sifted through her clothes trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. She remembered that Dean suggested she wear one of those little dresses he liked.

"Shower is free, Peaches…" Dean announced, pinching Mallory on the butt as he passed by.

"Thanks Shug…" she replied, gathering her toiletries as she headed for the bathroom. Dean looked on in admiration until she closed the door and turned on the water. This was his opportunity to hide his surprise that he had brought for her in honor of them initiating some role play fun into their relationship.

With a little advice from his co-worker, Heath Slater, Dean had found the perfect little naughty club to take Mallory to after they finished their dinner at the hotels restaurant. Truth be told he was a bit nervous because he wasn't too sure how his fianceé would react to the establishment they were venturing off to.

"You alright over there? You look a little spaced out honey." Mallory said, running her fingers through his hair.

"Yeah… I'm good babe. Just hope you're gonna like this spot I picked out. Well… actually I had a little help from Heath." Dean blushed.

"Oh lord… Heath Slater helped you pick somewhere to take me out?" she cackled. "This should be interesting!"

Their car arrived outside a busy club and Dean exhaled nervously as he stepped out of the car. The music was thumping through the walls as he made his way around to assist Mallory. He stared at the club they were about enter and looked back to see her face.

"Sin City Cabaret…" Mallory smiled, admiring the sign above.

"Oh my God! Mallory… girl what are you doing here!?" a high pitched voice called out startling her at first until she recognized the face of the woman yelling to her.

"Jade! Oh my God!" Mallory squealed, racing over to her long lost friend. The two women embraced in a series of squeaks and shouts as they jumped around in a circle. Dean was caught off guard yet felt no reason to disturb this beautiful embrace. After all he had quite the view of these two voluptuous ladies bouncing around happily.

"Girl it has been forever since I last saw you! How have you been?" Mallory asked.

"Oh I've been good! Just living and loving life here. How's it going in Texas and what brings you here to New York?" Jade questioned, pulling back to study Mallory's face.

"Texas is good. I'm splitting my time between staying in Houston and Las Vegas. This wonderful man on my right is my fiancé and he brought me here to celebrate my birthday for the whole weekend." Mallory explained as she nudged Dean.

"Shug this is my friend, Jade. We used to work together back in the day. And Jade this is my fiancé Dean." she smiled, introducing the two.

"Nice to meet you." Dean smiled, giving a little wave.

"Likewise!" Jade nodded. "Girl...that's not just any ol dude! How'd you nab Dean Ambrose?" she whispered, tugging Mallory's arm making her giggle.

"Anyway, don't let me hold you two love birds up. Happy birthday doll and I hope you guys enjoy the show!" Jade smiled. She stopped by one of the bouncers then pointed to Mallory and Dean as she whispered something to him before heading up the stairs.

The bouncer waved them over and immediately placed on their wristbands and gave Mallory a birthday tiara and sash. Dean chuckled as she gave a little curtsy being careful not to bend or squat too far, otherwise that little black dress she was wearing would show all her goodies.

They made their way up the stairs and entered the club. The music thumped hard while flashes of pink and purple lights rolled through the semi smoke filled atmosphere. Dean began to notice more poles on the stages as they took their seat in the booth. He also noticed the amount of eyes that were both focused on his lady as well as the surrounding stage areas.

"You ok shug? You seem nervous..." Mallory asked, rubbing Dean's arm. Before he could answer, the stage was filled with numerous scantily clad women shaking their backsides. He tried his best to avert his eyes and caught Mallory's gaze.

"Babe... I'm so sorry about this! I didn't know this was an actual strip club. I thought it was a legit cabaret joint! This is so embarrassing..." Dean sighed sinking his head into his hands. Mallory smiled and ran a hand down the back of his head.

"Aww shug... This is nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact this was really sweet of you. And I'm not offended if that's what you're worried about because well... I was once one of these girls." she blushed, giving his hand a little squeeze.

Dean's brow furrowed as he partially choked on some of his beer. He stared at Mallory for a long minute, processing her words. "One of these girls..." he mused while his eyes raked over her body.

"So... You were an exotic dancer at one point?" he asked with a sheepish grin.

"Yep. How else do you think I put myself through college? I wasn't quite as privileged as Tina and Bren. I had a grant but it simply wasn't enough and I absolutely refused to go into debt with a student loan so... Yeah the woman you met earlier, Jade. She's the one that got me into dancing as she was doing it to put herself through school as well." Mallory shrugged, looking away from Dean after studying his face.

"And to be honest, you're the one that looks like they're offended now..." she mumbled, scooting out of the booth.

"What is she talking…? Ah fuck!" Dean murmured, tossing a couple of dollars on the stage before going after her. He caught up to Mallory outside and quickly wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"I"m sorry peaches… And you should know that I was in no way whatsoever, offended about what you did in the past. Honestly…" he paused, turning her around to face him. "I think it's really fucking hot that my woman was a dancer. I mean shit.. just look at you! Your body is insane. I'm talking like… Naomi level insane!" he grinned after seeing her smile.

"And do me a favor… never tell Uce that I said that." Dean blushed.

"Your secret is safe with me. And I would hit you for technically checking out my 'extended' cousin, but I'm not gonna get you into trouble...yet. I may tell Tina though." Mallory giggled. "And I'm sorry for getting all pissy back there. I really thought that you were repulsed by me or something." she admitted with a sigh.

"Me… repulsed? Come on peaches, you gotta know me better than that babe!" he chuckled. "I love everything about you, Mallory. I love your past, even though I'm still learning about it. I love your present because we're here doing this relationship thing together. And I love your future because I know my crazy ass is gonna be part of it, Mrs. Ambrose to be… again."

"And I love you too, shug." she sobbed slightly.

"Oh no… No tears tonight missy, we've still got some celebrating to do. And now that I know a little more about my lady… It's time to have some real birthday fun." Dean smirked as he flagged down a cab. He had the driver take them back to their hotel because he had planned to have a little cabaret of their own.

"Room service, how may I assist you?"

"Yeah… I'd like a bottle of your finest wine sent to my room, thanks!"

"We'll have that right away for you sir."

Moments later there was a knock on the door and Dean darted over to answer it. He tipped the room service staff member graciously after the man opened the bottle for him and bid him a goodnight. He poured a glass for both Mallory and himself then headed out onto their private terrace to see her looking out at the city.

"Nice night huh?" he rasped, handing her a glass of wine.

"It's beautiful." she smiled in response. "Thank you for such an amazing birthday baby. This has truly been a wonderful trip."

"You're welcome peaches. I only want the best for my lady. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go take a piss." Dean chuckled as Mallory shoved him away shaking her head.

"You really have a way with words sometimes, Dean. And you're really good at ruining a nice moment!" she shouted.

"Well I'm just one of a kind, darling!" he yelled back as he walked into the bathroom. Once inside he shut the door for a bit of privacy and immediately opened the door to the closet to grab his bag. He reached for the costume he had brought to surprise Mallory with and slipped it on.

"She's either gonna laugh in my face or wanna jump me. I'm good with both those odds." Dean thought as he straightened his hat and squared his badge. He knew Mallory had a weakness for men in uniform, so he was certainly about to seize the opportunity.

"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to step away from the railing..." Dean's raspy voice rang out. Mallory's brow furrowed as she turned to look back and see Dean sporting a police uniform. She gasped staring at him as she fought to keep her composure. She knew that this roleplay fantasy of theirs was now officially underway.

"Oh well I'm sorry officer…" she paused. "Have I done something wrong?"

"I'm afraid your dress is causing a disturbance. You're walking a fine line of indecent exposure and I'm going to have to take you downtown." he smirked, revealing a shiny pair of fuzzy red handcuffs. Mallory sat her wine glass down on the table outside and gave her best attempt to evade Dean. If he was going to put those cuffs on her, he would certainly have to catch her first.

"You'll never take me alive, pork chop!" she yelled as she pushed past him and ran into their hotel suite. Dean quickly followed and caught her with ease. He gently pressed her against the wall and held her arms behind her back.

"I knew you were gonna be trouble.." he huffed against her ear. "Now spread 'em. I need to search you."

"Not sure what you're gonna find since my dress is so disrupting…" Mallory sassed. Dean cuffed her and began his pat down search routine. His calloused hands slid up and down her body, stopping at her hips. He gave her a firm tap and she spread her legs shoulder width apart as she propped herself against the wall.

"So what's my punishment gonna be if you find anything… officer?" she questioned, looking back over her shoulder at Dean.

"Well… that depends." he said, sliding the night baton out of it's holster. He slowly dragged the stick up the inside of her thighs then rested it against her heated center. Mallory gasped when she felt Dean start to move the stick against her panty covered slit. He didn't say anything as he enjoyed the sounds of the faint moans that left her lips.

He pressed his lips to the side of her throat and peppered a trail of kisses as he continued to tease her with his night stick. Mallory let her head fall back against Dean's shoulder and closed her eyes. Her breath grew shallow when she felt one of his large hands cup one of her breasts. Keeping pace with the movement of the night stick, she slowly started to grind against it.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to take you downtown anyway…" he groaned, pressing his hardened cock against her ass. Dean stepped back and pulled the baton away, tossing it over by the chair. He quickly undid her handcuffs and turned Mallory around to face him. A devilishly sexy grin took over his face once his icy blue eyes met her honey browns. One word leaving his lips…

"Strip."

Mallory's eyes lit up and she pushed Dean down to take a seat on the edge of the bed. She didn't need any music or fancy lights for this routine because it was just her and her man.

The room was dark as a cool breeze rolled through from the terrace. Mallory and Dean were tangled up between the sheets and each other as they shared a passionate kiss. His hair was plastered to his forehead and her curls had fallen flat. She gazed up at him with a soft smile and gently pushed his hair back.

"There's something about you, Mr. Ambrose that I just can't seem to get enough of." she laughed as Dean gave her a silly facial expression.

"Well… I know for a fact that I'll never have enough of you, peaches. For the longest time I just felt lost. I felt like I wasn't going anywhere or doing anything. I mean don't get me wrong, I've got one of the greatest jobs in the world… But all that means nothing if you don't have the right person to share it with." Dean shrugged, wrapping an arm underneath Mallory.

"I know that when we initially started playing around, it was just for fun or whatever but like you said… there was something about you that I just couldn't let you slip through my hands. I'll never forget seeing Roman light up that day when Chrissy and Lani came to the meet and greet. It was like every light bulb in his head went off that she was the one that got away but he knew he couldn't let her get away again…" he said as his fingertips traced circles on the small of her back.

"Is that what you felt with me?" Mallory asked.

"At first I think I was more in shock at the fact that I found myself falling head over heels for you the first night we met. Hell I'm not gonna lie… I was totally smitten with you!" Dean chuckled nervously.

"But yeah… after our first few romps, I knew it was more than just no strings attached sex that I wanted with you. You showed me that you weren't afraid to bite back and that while you can be stubborn as hell, you're not afraid to let others step in for you sometimes. You're the yin to my yang, peaches." he smiled, leaning down to peck her lips as Mallory craned her neck up a bit.

"And you are certainly my kinda crazy, shug." she grinned, kissing him back. She settled into his side and slowly began to fade until the sound of his voice regained her attention.

"I do have one teeny tiny little question…" Dean stated.

"What's up?" she yawned.

"Why bartending? I mean you have a degree in… Well what exactly do you have a degree in?"

"I double majored in Hospitality and Business Management. And I also minored in Social Planning…" she admitted with a small shrug.

"So you've got what… 3 degrees and you bartend?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yep. And my reason for being a bartender is because it's fun and I enjoy it. I could easily become like an official party planner or something but meh… I love what I do." she simply stated.

"Well… as long as you're happy, I'm happy too." Dean smirked. "And I guess we should get some sleep now since we're flying to Houston tomorrow afternoon."

"Or we could go another round since you kinda woke me up again…" Mallory giggled.

"Peaches… you ain't gotta tell me twice." Dean smiled, rolling over to seat himself between her legs. Aside from the sounds of love, the outside noises of New York City filled the room as Dean gave Mallory one last tour of the Big Apple…

Hey y'all, thanks so much for you patience! Been busy...busy...busy, but I'm still working on (hopefully great things) for you all to read lol. And as always, I thank you all so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Roman and Coco are next in the rotation, so keep your eyes peeled. Till next time!

XoXo

-S