I yawned as I leaned against the passenger side door, watching cars go by as my boyfriend, Jonathan Good aka Jon Moxley, drove to a motel that we would be staying at for a show he had to work tomorrow. I felt something touch my arm and looked over to see his hand reaching over to me, his fingers caressing my arm slowly. "You okay over there? You seem out of it," Jon said, smiling. "I'm fine. Just ready to get to the hotel and go to bed," I said, putting my hand on top of his. "Well, don't worry. We're almost there. And you still have to help me with that collar for tomorrow, remember?" I stretched, nodding my head before reaching back and grabbed the leather collar from the back seat. "I still can't believe that you're doing this," I sighed as I put the collar around my neck and buckled it. It was too big for my slender neck, but it wasn't for me in the first place. "Looks good on you," Jon attempted to compliment me. "Don't get any bright ideas, mister," I said, rolling my eyes as he pulled in to the hotel parking lot and parked. "Trust me. I won't. Wait here while I go check in," he said as he got out and shut the door. I looked in the mirror and touched the collar on my neck. It was smooth and did look pretty good on me. I pictured Jon with it around his neck, only tighter with a chain clipped to it. I bit my lip as I pictured him in his trunks, shirtless, collar and chain around his neck, his body dripping with sweat. I jumped when I heard the door open and looked up at Jon dangling a key in front of my face. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you," he said, reaching out for me. I grabbed his hand and let him help me out of the car. He gave me the key and pushed me gently towards where our room was at. "I'll get our stuff. You go relax." I nodded and walked up to the door labeled 20 and unlocked it, flipping on the lights before stepping inside. I took off my shoes and flopped down onto the bed, so glad to be on something soft. I sighed as Jon walked in, putting our stuff down and shut the door. "Comfortable," he asked, walking over to me and peered into my face. "Very," I chuckled as I wrapped my arms around his neck in an attempt to pull him down on top of me, but failed miserably as he easily pulled me up. "Nice try," he chuckled and kissed my forehead. "Worth a shot," I sighed and loosened my grip on him. "Now take off the collar and put it on me." I released him and unbuckled the collar and slipped it from around my neck. I moved back as he sat on the bed in front of me. I put the collar around him and tightened it around his neck. "Let me know if it's too tight, Jon. I don't want to cut off your airway." He slipped two fingers under the collar and tugged it. "Tighter, babe. Don't want this thing coming off by accident or anything." I tightened it like he asked and heard a soft groan escape his lips. "You okay," I asked, concerned that I hurt him by accident. "I'm fine," he grunted. I tugged on the collar again, making him groan again. "Are you sure I'm not hurting you?" He nodded, rolling his shoulders while I gave him a confused look. Why does he keep making those sounds? He usually does that when we're having sex, but that's not the case. I tugged at the collar a third time and again, he let out a soft groan. He grabbed my hands and looked over his shoulder at me. "It fits great. Thanks, babe." He quickly removed the collar and tossed it on the table, rubbing his shoulder as he stood in front of me. "Now what," I asked, laying back down on the bed. I heard something hit the floor then the bed shift and a shirtless Jon was hovering over me. "I have something in mind," he smirked, peppering my neck with kisses. "Shouldn't you save your energy for tomorrow night," I giggled. He sat up and began unbuckling his belt. "I have plenty of energy to go around." I giggled, rolling my eyes as we spent a majority of the night making sweet passionate love. The sound of Jon grunted when I tugged on the collar played in the back of my mind and I wondered what would happen if I kept tugging. I decided that i would test out that theory after his match tomorrow night.
The next day flew by and soon we were at the arena for Jon's match. I was wearing jeans and one of his tank tops as I helped him get ready. I took this opportunity to test out my theory and tightened the collar. He grunted softly and reached back and pushed me closer to him. "What's wrong, Jon," I asked, tugging on the collar again, making him groan. "N-nothing," he whispered, his voice husky. I smirked and pulled on the collar again, a slow groan slipping passed his lips. He grabbed my hands and turned to face me. "Don't do that when I have to go work a match," he warned. I looked into his eyes and could see lust filling them slowly. I mustered up the courage to remove my hands from his grasp and tugged on the collar, making him bite his lip. "Hmm is someone getting turned on," I teased, smirking at him. He glared at me, but faltered when I tugged on the collar. "Knock it off," he sighed, trying to regain his composure. I let go of the collar and put my hands down. He sighed and pushed me down on to the couch. "I'm not going out like this," he said, tugging down his trunks, exposing his hard erection, "fix it." I smiled and nodded before opening my mouth as he shoved his dick inside, holding my head as he slowly fucked my mouth. He groaned softly as I tried to relax my throat. I moaned each time his dick hit the back of my throat, encouraging him to go faster. His fingers tangled in my hair as he sped up, the sound of his grunting filling the room. "Shit," he groaned as his come shot down my throat. He pulled down and gave his dick a few good strokes, come shooting out and landed on my face and neck. "Hey!" I used his shirt to wipe my face as he chuckled and fixed his trunks. "You deserved that. There's plenty more where that came from. Just wait until I'm done with this match. I'll make sure to keep the collar on. I'll be your Street Dog tonight." He winked at me before walking out of the room to work his match. My theory was correct, Jon was getting turned on from me pulling on the collar. Tonight I will have full control of him and I couldn't wait.
20 minutes went by and Jon finally returned from his match, a hard breathing, sweaty mess. He didn't say one word to me and went straight to the bathroom and got into the shower. Usually, he couldn't wait to tell me how the match went or how the crowd was, but tonight, he was completely different, almost as if he had something else on his mind. I quietly waited for him as he finished taking his shower and got dressed. The door opened and he walked towards me, picking up his bag in the process before scooping me up. "Jon!" I squealed from the sudden surprise as I held on to him for dear life while he carried me to the car. He had the collar back on his neck and that's when it hit me that he was ready to go back to the hotel. He threw his bag in the back seat and opened the passenger side door, bending down to put me down in the seat before shutting the door and made his way over to the driver side. He got in and started the car, pulling out of the parking lot and drove off. We rode in silence the entire ride back to the hotel. I stared at him the entire time, trying to plan out my "attack" on him once we get to the room.
Once we were in the hotel parking lot, I set my plan into motion. Jon turned off the car and got out, walking over to my side and opened the door. He reached out to me, but I brushed his hands away and got out by myself, wasting no time in walking to our room, unlocking the door and walked inside. I could hear Jon walking a few steps behind me as he followed me into the room. I turned to face him once he shut and locked the door. He walked up to me and attempted to put his hands on my hips, but I stepped back and pointed to the bed. "Sit." He nodded and sat on the foot of the bed as I stood in front of him. He reached out to me again, but I stopped him again. "Do not touch me until I tell you, got it," I asked, giving him a serious look. "Yes," he sighed, seemingly trying to keep calm. I smirked, looping two fingers into the collar and tugged slightly. "So how did your match go? Did you win?" I wanted to make this as slow and painful as possible, wanting to enjoy every minute of this since it never happens. "It was crazy, babe. The crowd loved it and I won," he said, smiling as he looked at me. "Good boy. Maybe you deserve a treat for winning your match." I pretended to think of what kind of treat I should give him, making him impatient with each passing minute. "Hmm. What do good boys deserve," I hummed, tapping my cheek, pretending to think. I tugged on the collar, earning a groan from him as he stared at my chest. "My eyes are up here," I said, pulling on the collar. He grunted and bit his lip, looking up at me. "Sorry," he groaned as he tried so hard to control himself. "I don't blame you. My chest does look nice in your shirt. But since it's almost time for bed, I don't need it anymore." I let go of the collar and pulled off his shirt, tossing it. His eyes went back to my chest, which was now only covered by a black laced strapless bra. "Looks nice, right," I said, squeezing my breast and making them bounce. "Fuck yes," he groaned. I grabbed the collar and pulled until his face was mere inches from my breast. I could feel his hot breath as it fanned my skin. "Hm. Now that I think about it," I began, reaching behind me and unhooked my bra, holding it as I looked at him, "I won't be needing this either." I let go and my bra slips down my body and onto the floor. I grabbed my breast again and squeezed them together, softly moaning as Jon watched. "Do you want these as a treat, Jon? Do you want to suck on my breast?" He nodded eagerly, his eyes roaming over my breast. I grabbed the collar once more, pulling him closer until his lips brushed against my sensitive nipple. "Open your mouth," I whispered as he nodded and opened his mouth and captured my nipple. I grabbed his head and sighed as he licked and sucked on my nipple. "Good boy," I moaned, throwing my head back as pleasure started to take over. I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was reaching up to grab me. "Hands down or this will be over," I mumbled and saw his hands go back down. I pulled my nipple out of his mouth and put the other one in, moaning as new pleasure stacked up inside me. It felt like I could come right then and there, but I held off on it until I had complete pleasure. I pulled away from him slightly, pulling my nipple out of his mouth. He looked at me with so much lust in his eyes and I wanted to just jump him right there, but didn't because I wanted to do more. "Do you want more," I asked, grabbing the collar. He nodded, keeping his eyes focused on me. I turned around and sat down between his legs, pushing my butt purposely against his crotch. I bent over and slowly began removing my shoes, taking my sweet time untying them and pulling them off. I could hear Jon groan each time I brushed up against his crotch, making his dick stir to life in his jeans. I smiled to myself as I reached over and pulled off his boots and socks for him. "Babe," he groaned as I sat straight up. "Hmm?" I leaned against him, my head resting on his shoulder as I looked innocently at him. "Please. Let me touch you," he begged, rubbing his cheek against mine. I got up and stood in front of him with my back towards him, reaching down to unbutton my jeans, slowly pulling them down and kicked them off. I was now standing in front of Jon in only a black thong that matched my bra. I turned slowly around to face him, his eyes never leaving my body. I rubbed his shoulders slowly, my fingers dancing on his muscular arms as I leaned down and rubbed my lips on his cheek. I felt his muscles tense under my touch and his jaw clenched when my lips grazed his neck, making him shudder. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, throwing it on the floor. "Still want to touch me, Jon?" He eagerly nodded, looking up at me. I held out my hand towards him. "Give me your hand." He obliged, putting his much larger hand into mine. I brought it up to my mouth and placed a kiss on the palm, before balling it into a fist, pulling two fingers to point out and pressed them against the valley between my breast. I slowly began to slide his fingers down between my breast and down my stomach, watching as his eyes traveled down my body with his fingers. Once I reached down to my thong, I moved his fingers over to my left hip and slid it across the band to my right hip. He held his breath in anticipation as I held his fingers on top of the band. "Want to go lower?" He nodded, trying to let me have the control, but I could tell that he was struggling. I slid his fingers down my folds painfully slow, savouring the feel of his fingers before reaching my core, moaning softly as I pressed his fingers against my core. I put my hands on his shoulders as he took over and continued to finger me through my thong. "Good boy, Jon," I moaned, latching onto the collar again. "I want to be inside you. I'm hurting over here," he groaned, looking at me with pleading eyes. I was close to orgasm when he looked at me like that. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away from my pussy before pulling the collar, motioning for him to stand up.
He groaned before standing up, his dick print on full display. I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it, pulling it through the loops and dropping it on the floor. I unbuttoned his jeans and tugged on them until they hit the floor, Jon kicking them off. I grabbed the band of his underwear and pulled them down, his dick springing up at attention, waiting to be touched. Jon kicked off his boxers and stared at me, wanting me to touch his dick, wanting to be buried inside of me. "On your back, on the bed, Jon," I said, pointing behind us. He climbed onto the bed and laid down, his head resting on the pillows. I pulled off my thong before slowly climbing onto the bed and crawled on top of him. I grazed his dick with my soaked pussy, making him groan. I rolled my hips, making sweet friction between us as Jon watched me intently. I grabbed his dick and slowly sunk down on it, the tip pushing through my folds as he began to fill me, stretching me to fit his size. "Jon," I moaned, "put your hands on my hips." He eagerly grabbed my hips and held them as I rolled my hips, moaning as I began to ride him. He hissed and groaned as I started bouncing on his dick, the bed beginning to squeak under us. "Do I feel good, Jon," I moaned, placing my hands on his chest. "Yes, babe. You feel so good wrapped around my dick. Fuck," he groaned, squeezing my hips. "Jon, your dick feels so good inside me. It's so big," I moaned. I grabbed the collar and yanked it, making him sit up. I captured his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck as we shared a passionate kiss. I pulled away and uttered the words that he's been waiting to hear. "Fuck me, Jon." That was all it took as he flipped us over and began to thrust into me over and over, grunting in my ear. "Fuck. You feel so fucking good. Your tight pussy squeezing my dick perfectly. I can barely move," he groaned. I moaned his name, clawing at his chest as my orgasm began to flow my body, coursing through my veins. "Jon," I moaned, looking at him. "Me too, babe. Me too," he grunted, knowing what I was trying to say. He latched on to my neck, sucking roughly, surely to leave a bruise as his dick began to throb inside me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall masked the screams of ecstasy that escaped my lips as I climaxed. Jon gave one last hard thrust before emptying himself inside of me. He sat up and removed the collar, tossing it aside before laying back down on top of me, his dick softening and slipping out of me. "We should keep that collar. I like it," he mumbled, making me laugh. "Okay. Sounds like a great idea," I said, kissing the top of his head. "Maybe we can get you one. I would love to see one around your neck. Me giving you commands. You being my adorable, obedient puppy," he said, smiling at me. "Whatever you want, Street Dog." "I'm your Street Dog," he said before kissing my lips.
