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Candy had said little at lunch and Slade could tell she had been in deep thought. In his eyes, the only thing that mattered was him being there for her. Since they were tethered together, there was not much they could do to entertain themselves that afternoon, so they headed early to the house show venue where they would wrestle later that night.
When they arrived at the arena, it was empty, and Candy pulled Slade down to the ring. “I’m bored. Let’s get in the ring.”
“Why? We can’t do any moves to warm up because the handcuffs are in the way.”
“Well… we can just talk then. It’s nice being in the arena alone. Once they set the ring up, it’s a quiet place to think.”
“Yeah. I used to come down here to clear my head. It’s peaceful. Traveling from town to town gets stressful and we don’t get much time to just relax.”
Grabbing the ring ropes, Candy pulled herself onto the mat, and Slade followed. Once inside, they rested on the ring belt to talk.
“Want to know a secret?” she asked
“What kind of secret?”
“A juicy one.” Candy raised her eyebrows playfully.
Slade chuckled. “Okay. What is it?”
“Don’t tell anyone or I’ll pay Gage to kick your ass.”
Slade went to the corner of the ring and pulled her over with him, wrapping his arms around her, saying, “I won’t. Just tell me.”
Candy giggled, covering her face to hide her blush. “Okay. Isis told me something. You know Gage has a kink, right?”
Slade nodded. “He thinks no one knows he’s a BDSM master. All his friends know.”
“Most of IWX has figured it out. Anyway. Isis said she has a kink too.”
“Well, she’s his submissive. Of course, she does.”
“No. Not that. She told me she wants Gage to have sex with her in the ring.”
“What? During a show? Is she an exhibitionist or something?”
Candy laughed. “No, silly. When the arena is empty, and they are alone. Like… now.”
Slade looked around the area and got a sly smile across his face. “Are you hinting at something, Sprinkles?”
She blushed and covered her face. “I didn’t mean it like that. I was just wondering... do you have a kink?”
Slade moved her hands from her face and looked her in the eyes, smiling. “Everyone does. What’s yours?”
“You tell me first.”
“Well, right now, all I can think about is having my way with you in this ring. Isis’ idea is not too bad.”
She slapped his arm playfully. “Seriously. Tell me.”
“Okay…” Letting out a breath of air he said, “I like handcuffs.”
Candy looked down at her wrist. “You’re messing with me. Seriously.”
Slade tugged on her cuff and yanked her close. “I didn’t stutter. This thing has given me a lot of nasty thoughts. I’m not sure you could handle the thoughts that have been in my head since they tethered us together. I also think it would be hot to have some play during a live show in the ring. Isis’ idea has some merit.”
“How can you manage that? You can’t get freaky in the ring with people watching.”
“No, but there are other simple things. Teasing, flirting, innocent touching. It can all lead to some hot and heavy locker room action backstage. I guess my thing would be to have my way with you in the locker room. I’ve sure had a lot of cold showers thinking about you since you came to IWX. What about you? What’s your kink?”
Candy’s eyes got wide. “It’s too embarrassing.”
“It’s me, Sprinkles. If we are going to explore a relationship, I would like to know how I can pleasure you. I want to fulfill your desires.”
She covered her face. “I want to be… ice... cr…”
“Babe, I can’t hear you.”
“I like candy and ice cream.”
“I know that. That’s not a fetish or kink.”
“I want to be… I can’t say it.”
Slade looked into her eyes, realizing how much she liked sweets. “Oh. You want to be the ice cream. Like making you into an ice cream sundae?”
“And you lick it off me like a treat.” Candy giggled, covering her face once more. “Never mind. It’s silly.”
Slade pulled her hands away from her face and held her hands to his heart. “Your fantasies are not silly, sweetheart. I think I would love to lick whip cream off that sweet body of yours. I’ll keep that in mind. I think you being in a sexy candy photoshoot would be hot as hell too.”
Candy’s mouth dropped open, and her face went beet red.
“Don’t tell me you already did.”
“Before I got to IWX, I modeled a couple of times. I told you it was my kink. A photographer friend did a sexy shoot with me in a bathtub full of Starburst.” She cringed. “Nude. No one saw it.”
Biting his top lip as his eyes roamed over her, he said, “I better get to see these pictures.”
“If you’re a good boy you just might.”
“I can be a very good boy,” he teased as he started kissing her neck and pulled her closer. His hip pressed to her; the mass of his bulge invaded her space, making her quiver in response. “I can be bad too.”
Candy moaned, grinding her hips and pressing against his bulge. “Mmm. That feels good.”
Slade kissed down her neck, and his hand moved from her hip to slide around to her bottom. With a slight squeeze, he pushed Candy into his hard member with a groan. Looking into her eyes, Slade traced his other hand over her lips and pressed his thumb over her parted lips.
Candy took it in, sucking with a devilish grin.
“Yes. That’s my good girl. Suck. You are so fucking sexy. Those lips. Candy, you have no idea what you do to me.”
“Tell me, Slade. What else can I do for you with my lips? Tell me what you want.”
“I think your kinky gossip about Isis did something to you. Are you my good girl or my bad girl?”
Candy ran her lips over his earlobe. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
Candy reached down, rubbing the outline of his bulge pressed hard against his tight-fitting jeans. Closing his eyes, he moaned, and she could feel him twitch under her touch.
“What do you want, Slade?”
Slade got to his knees and looked up at Candy. “I want a taste of my candy.” He slowly slid his hands up her legs to the hem of her skirt.
“Slade. Someone will see us.”
With a devious grin, he gave a sly wink. “My other kink; the thrill of getting caught.”
Quickly he flipped her ruffled mini skirt over his head and slid down her lacy pink panties, throwing them across the ring. Kissing up her legs to the hilt of her sex, he made Candy squirm under his touch. Blowing a soft breath over her sensitive nub, she thought she would come undone before he even touched her.
Candy steadied herself on the ring post as Slade’s tongue traced over her, parting her folds.
“Oh, Slade. Yes.”
“Shh. We don’t want anyone to hear. Just enjoy this.”
Slipping a finger inside her, he worked in and out, bringing her to the edge. Slowly, he ran his thumb over the spot he had wanted to taste for far too long, admiring how perfect she would look wrapped around his cock. Once his lips touched her slick nub, Candy felt like her legs would give way.
“Fu —” She bit her lip to keep quiet. It didn’t take long before she felt herself on the edge of release. “Slade, I’m going to come.”
“Don’t you dare. Not yet. I’m not done playing with you, pretty girl.”
Slade stood upright, picking Candy up as he went, and placing her on the ring belt. Quickly he slid his pants to his knees, being careful to not set her by the exposed ring corner that had yet to be covered with padding. Looking around the area, he did a double-take to make sure no one was watching, even though he didn’t care if they were.
“I’m going to take all that stress away. Will you let me take care of you?”
“Please, Slade. I need you.” Her core was throbbing, begging to reach a climax. Returning to kiss and lick her sex to the point of ecstasy, Candy’s legs shook with anticipation. “I’m... fu… yes. I’m coming, Slade. Don’t stop.”
Just as she came down from her high, Slade stood on the bottom rope, steadying himself. He pulled a condom from his leather jacket and over his hard member, then threw the jacket toward her panties on the other side of the ring.
“Are you sure, babe?”
“Yes. Please.”
Slade made his way up the rope and just as he was about to enter her, his foot slipped, pushing them both over the top rope.
Candy screamed as she dangled from the handcuff on the top rope. Each of them hanging from either side of the turnbuckle. Slade, hanging upside down, caught his pants on the exposed turnbuckle, trapping him. Unable to right himself, he squirmed in an attempt to break free while Candy tried to cover herself with her dress.
“Slade. It’s caught in the ring rope fasteners. I can’t get it loose.”
At that moment Slade felt his pants rip just before he almost plumped to the ground. He righted himself, but it was too late. The exposed ring belt tore through his pants, leaving him exposed. Still able to pull up his underwear, he started cursing when he saw it had ripped too.
“How the fuck are we going to get this loose?” he asked in frustration.
Moving around, he worked to help Candy before anyone saw her when Candy started laughing hysterically. “You said you like the thrill of getting caught. Fairly sure we are going to get discovered, eventually. Let’s just hope before fans start coming in. My panties are on full display over there.”
Slade looked over, seeing her panties laying on the other side of the ring. And that was the moment he realized this was a bad idea. Letting out a puff of air in frustration, he rested his head on the mat, admitting defeat.
Candy was almost dangling on the other side of the ring post by her arm as she yanked at the cord. “It’s no use. We’re stuck.”
“You’re kidding me. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. It’s stuck between that metal thing up there. We’re so screwed. Davis is going to pitch a fit.”
“Well, they can’t complain we aren’t getting along now, can they?”
Candy giggled. “True. Call someone to get us loose.”
“I can’t. My phone is in my coat on the other side of the ring,” he said, pointing to his discarded jacket.
“Oh, shit. What about your pants? Everyone will know what we were doing.”
“No kidding. My junk is on full display over here.”
Candy started laughing hysterically. “Damn Isis and her perverted kinks.”
Slade couldn’t help but laugh at his predicament, too. “Well, Sprinkles. Looks like we're going to be here a while. Get comfy.”
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Author note: Haha! How do you think they will get out of this crazy mess?
