A/N: Well, John's gonna go see his Master again! Hopefully it goes well, and John doesn't get too needy or Randy doesn't get too reckless. Also, there's some het sex at the end of this chapter, if you don't wanna read, feel free to skip it but I decided to put filler sex with John and his friends to keep the smut up until he can get some smutty goodness from his Master. Also, it was asked why Wade hasn't been mentioned yet. He's in the story, I promise, but as said, he's not into BDSM as much as Cena so he doesn't lean on him as much. He'll be coming up in some chapters soon, promise! Here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
"Vince, I'm about to head out." I say, peaking into his office area, nervous about if Vince really believes my lie or not, nervous of if Punk or Saraya are gonna catch me leaving, nervous for how this night is gonna go, just a nervous fucking wreck. "Alright. Give your GodMother the company's best wishes. We hope she gets well soon." Vince replies, and I put on as good of a smile as I can at this time. "Yeaaah. Will do." I mumble.
When time came to talking to Vince about me leaving early, the best I could come up with was my GodMother was hospitalized. I was gonna say my Father, but Vince has his number and I didn't want him calling Dad and catching me in a lie. If I would have said my Mom, chances are he would have tried Dad to ask about her too. So going with my GodMom on my Mom's side seemed suitable, since I knew the situation had to be something as drastic as a hospitalization to get me outta here early.
"See you tomorrow." Vince says. "Alright, see ya. Oh, and can you not let people know I left? I-I-I don't want to be bothered right now with what all's going on and stuff." I give an excuse, though really I just don't want Saraya or Punk to know I left early to go see my Master. I can just imagine what efforts they may go through to stop me. Slashing my tires, calling airport security on me, lying and saying there's a bomb on the plane to get the plane to land before my arrival, getting the cops to put out a warrant on me. Well...okay...so maybe they wouldn't go that far, but knowing how irritatingly over-protective they are and how downright livid they were at my antics at the dungeon, I don't want to find out what they may do if they find out I'm leaving. "Of course, sure thing." Vince replies.
I give one last smile and wave, then quickly run out of his office and out of the building, needing to catch my flight. The drive to the airport, the airport fiasco, and the actual flight to Tampa was a blur. I was too excited to even focus on what was going on. The plane probably could have been crashing and I wouldn't have even noticed, too busy with my daydreams.
A cab ride later and I find myself handing the cabbie his money and watching him drive off before looking around at the dark, quiet, eerie area that I'm at. Much like the area of the first dungeon I went to in Miami. As I look around, I find an empty alley and quickly head over, needing to change from my street clothes to my dungeon clothes, and once dressed and ready, I head a block over to the building.
"Password?" Asks the big doorman, him being quite similar looking to the guy at the other club. "Pain." I answer, giving the word that Master said the password would be.
Where do they even find that out? Is there, like, a memo passed out? Are they on an email list? Like what the hell am I missing out on?
"Enjoy." The man simply says, opening the door. I walk in and immediately note that this place has the same set up as the last place, but obviously every place is unique. This one has purple satin walls. I run my hands along the material as I walk around, trying to remember where to go. Eventually I find a Dungeon Monitor and decide to just ask for where to go, not wanting to be late for Master, "Where are the private rooms?" I ask. "Over there," She points, "Up the stairs. Reserved is to the right and open is to the left. Enjoy." She explains. "Thank you." I smile, then quickly run off to the stairs.
I take the stairs two at a time. Keeping the instructions and directions from his text in mind, I turn to the right, walk straight to the third set of doors, then enter the one to my left. "This room is reserved, sir, I'm sorry." A lady immediately comes over and says. She's older and far less attractive than the lady from my first time, but she seems like she'd be a nice person and she's obviously strict. "I know. My Master told me to come to this room." I mumble, wondering how that sounds to someone else. 'My Master told me…' What do people think of you when they hear that? I guess I shouldn't worry too much, at least about what this lady thinks, she is in practically the same profession. "You Johnny?" She asks, giving me a once over. "Yes, ma'am." I answer, my face flushing at Master giving her that name. "Great. Your Master's been waiting. He gave strict instructions. You're to strip completely, mask yourself, and kneel over the bench. I'll send for your Master." She commands, and my eyes go wide, my heart jumping. "Wait, my Master is here already?" I ask in a panic. What if I passed him downstairs?! What if he was the guy I ran into trying to get through the crowd?! What if he was that guy I noticed eyeing me from the spanking station?! "Yes, didn't you see him earlier?" She chuckles, and I sigh. "Must have missed him." I mumble, quickly heading over to the bench and ending this conversation. Yeah, most people know what their Masters look like, lady, but you have no idea what's going on with me.
I quickly strip down, bend over the bench, yank the blindfold firmly over my eyes, then place my hands in the restraints, impatiently awaiting Master's arrival. I only have to wait a few seconds before I hear that voice take the air from my lungs and sends shivers down my spine. "He looks perfect. Thank you, Viola." He says to the woman. "No problem." She chokes back a giggle.
Fuck.
During my research on BDSM and dungeons, I read that Dungeon Monitor have to be some of the most professional people on Earth so that trust can be instilled in the people they protect. The fact that he can make her freaking giggle? I turn up how attractive he must be on my mental image of what I imagine him to look like. Now maybe I'm just over-thinking things, over-reacting, but damn a can guy hope.
I hear his footsteps pad across the floor, then a finger trail down my back, causing such sweet tingles, "Johnny…" He breathes. "Master." I whimper in pleasure already just at hearing that delicious voice. "Mm, have you been a good boy?" He asks, and I almost give myself whiplash from nodding so quickly. "Yes, Master! I promise!" I reply proudly. "Good," I suddenly feel his breath hitting my face, "I had a hard time fitting you into my schedule, Johnny." Master explains. "I'm sorry." I hang my head submissively. "You're worth it. You said you've been a good boy. Good boys deserve good things, correct?" He asks, and I look up with a smile, "Yes, Master." I answer.
"You wanted to see me again. What do you want me to do?" He asks, and I blissfully close my eyes behind the mask as I envision my answer, "I want you to hurt me again." I answer. "How?" Master asks. "I don't know. I don't care. However you want, however you please. Just please. Make me hurt. I want to feel the pain singe through my skin." I answer in a weak and desperate voice. "Mmm. Johnny, you know how I feel about you wanting that." Master whispers. "It'll make me feel so much better though." I explain. "Stay still and don't speak." He says, and I hear him begin shifting around.
"Is this your only selection?" I hear Master's voice, I assume at the other end of the room. I don't hear a reply but I assume he's speaking to the DM. There's a soft growl that resonates through my body, and then there's the sound of things being moved, I assume him picking out his selection of whatever.
Soon enough Master comes back over to me and I feel his hands trail over my backside, then he squeezes it accompanied by a soft groan. "You said you want the pain to singe through your skin?" Master asks. "Yes, Master. I like the burn." I explain. He gives a small amused yet approving chuckle, then suddenly there's sharp crack against my back. When the weapon is pulled away, the first thing I feel is the initial sting of the action, but the sting suddenly is overtaken with heat. It's not the heat you feel after you're hit though, it's a small, warm feeling that's intensifying to a slow burn. The burn gets hotter and hotter like it's burning my skin off, and I try and stay quiet until the pain is no longer bearable, but soon I give a small whimper of pain. Seconds after I whimper, I feel metal against my skin, then a shock run through my body, starting at where the burning pain is, then the shock radiates through my body and the area of skin starts to cool down and possibly go numb.
"Did that please you?" He asks, and I take a moment to assess everything that just happened.
It was a rollercoaster that I just went through. The initial shock of the rollercoaster starting, getting to the top, the scared feeling you get when all you want is to come down, the smooth decent, and the comforting feeling you get when the ride comes to a halt.
"Yes, Master. Again. Please, Master." I beg.
There's a pause and I fear that's all I'll recieve, but soon I feel the weapon crack against my skin, this time near my lower back. The sting appears, and then the heat slowly takes over its job. I try to push myself to take more of the heat than last time, but I soon find myself whimpering, earning me the feel of the cool metal and the shock taking over my body again.
God, what is this? What is he doing to me? It's like this therapeutic 'wash away' thing that's systematically drowning away all my sorrows. Or at least pushing them to the back of my mind for the time being.
As soon as the metal is away from my skin, I feel the crack against my body again, this time on my ass, and once we get to the shock process of that area, the crack is brought down against the back of my thigh. This process happens only another 6 times over various parts of my body, but me being stubborn and reckless or not, I'm glad he stopped when he did. After every shock, it became harder and harder to breathe, but knowing how I am, I wasn't going to ask him to stop.
Maybe that's what I want. Maybe that's what I need. More and more, my breathing coming slower and less, till there's nothing left. Till there's lightness of my body, and darkness or everything else. What a sweet way to go, at the hands of this man. Those are sick thoughts, John. What the hell? Lock those away. Don't be so weak. Don't let them get to you. I hear Saraya's constant reprimands in my head and quickly shake away the thoughts of my ending and her anger.
I hear the sound of a liquid being applied to something, then suddenly there's another crack against my skin. The only difference between this time and the last time is the cracks don't stop. The weapon snaps against my skin again, and again, and again, and again until basically my entire back half is covered in stinging, heating spots. He can't possibly shock each and every spot and at the correct time and area. I can't bare the shock process too many more times anyway. He's got to have a plan for this. I pray he has a plan for this!
Soon enough I'm burning in large patches of my skin and I can't hold back the whimpers anymore, "M-Master, please!" I beg, and he lets the burn continue for only a moment more, before I hear the sound of something squirting. I hear his hands clasp together, and then I feel his hands rub some type of cream all over my body. He continues rubbing or pouring more onto my skin till I'm covered from my shoulders, down to the back of my knees, massaging my skin and the burn immediately ceases.
"Do you still burn anywhere?" He asks. "No, Master. Thank you." I answer with a soft voice, partly in relief at knowing that's taken care of, but mostly at that amazing rub-down I just received. "Of course," I feel a kiss to the back of my neck, "You did well. You were such a good boy." He whispers. "Thank you." I smile. "And what does that mean?" Master asks. "That good boys deserve good things." I answer, knowing that's the motto he's apparently trying to get me to live by or something. "Good boy." He whispers, kissing at the back of my ear.
I hear a noise I can't pinpoint as he walks around my body. The noise continues for a moment till I hear something sat down, and the next thing I feel is two lubed up fingers trailing down between my ass. They both slip inside at once and I moan out at the slight burn that comes with being invaded by both at once, but I wish he hadn't used lube. I want the full effect, the full burn. "This time. You've had enough burn for the day." He whispers, as if he could hear my thoughts, and I smile at the caring tendencies he has for me. He fingers deep in-and-out of me slowly, and I can tell he's not trying to stretch me for anything bigger, getting me to hold back a disappointed sigh. There's nothing more I want than to feel this mysterious pain god deep inside me, breaking my back. His fingers crook and he brushes against my spot, and I arch my body and moan out loudly, "God, yes. Right there, Master, please!" I groan out, and he brushes against the nerves again, before continuing his finger pumping.
My body begins shaking at the acts. Between the crack-burn-shock pain from earlier, and now this, I'm ready to explode. "M-Master, I n-need to cum! M-May I p-p-please cu— Oh fuck!" I yell out, his fingers hitting my spot again. "Cum for me, Johnny." He whispers in that deep, seductive voice, and upon his command, my cock twitches before releasing my cum, and I feel his fingers slowly pull from my body as the last stream is released.
"Good boy. Open your mouth." He says, and I pray he's going to plunge in his cock, but when I open my mouth, he instead pushes the two fingers inside my mouth. I'm grateful for what I can get, though, so I quickly close my mouth and begin sucking on his fingers. "Mm, I bet you can just work wonders with that graceful mouth of yours." I hear him groan. "I can! Can I show you, Master?" I ask, wanting a taste of him for myself. "You were not told to stop." I hear him growl in anger. "Sorry, Master." I mumble ashamedly, then quickly return to slurping on his fingers. He has me do that for a few more moments before pulling away.
I feel his hand caress against my face and his breath hitting my nose, "May I ask a question, Master?" I ask. "What?" He asks back. "What did you do to me tonight?" I ask, wanting to know so maybe Punk and I can try again. Punk will probably push me till my skin starts melting off; God would that be great. "It was a crop that had some warming oil all over it. I add something to it for it to burn hotter and longer. The shock was from a picana." He explains. "What's a picana?" I ask. "It's a shocker, essentially. It sends electric shocks through your body. It's used primarily for torture. It also does great at cooling down and numbing burns…when you're into that shit at least." He chuckles, and the sound of his laugh courses through my body and grabs at my bones. "Thank you, Master." I smile. "For telling you what I did?" He asks, an amused tone to his voice. "No, for doing what you did. All of it." I explain. "Mm. You're welcome. Do you feel better?" He asks. "Yes, thank you." I reply. "You're welcome, Johnny. I want you to take a cold shower when you get home to further treat your back, alright?" He commands. "I'm too tired. I will tomo—" He cuts me off. "It was not a suggestion, it was an order." He says, gripping my face. "Yes, Master, as soon as I get home." I quickly reply. "Good boy," He coos, then there's silence for a moment.
"You do know our time is up, right? We're just prolonging the inevitable." He whispers, and I bite my lip for a moment, choosing my next words carefully. "I don't want you to leave me again." I sigh. "I assume that means you want to see me again?" He asks. No, that means I don't want you to leave me again. But seeing you again is also something I want too. "God, yes. Please, Master" I beg, and he chuckles. "Fine, but we're going to meet in a different setting next time." He says. "Where, Master?" I ask. "You'll find out when I text you with the details. I'll have to find time for you first. Next time needs to be somewhere else, though. I can't have a fucking time limit interrupting what I want to do to you next time." His voice gets even deeper as he growls the last line, and my entire body goes into a state of shock and early-set euphoria. What he wants to do to me next time? God, what could that be? Especially since a time limit would be interrupting it. He's already used a United States government mandated terrorist torturing weapon. My body shivers at what he could do to me next. "Yes, sir, Master! I can't wait!" I can't don't even try to hide my smile. "Mm, neither can I my good boy." Master says against my lips, sending chills through my body. His lips press into mine once he's done speaking, and I press back against his, us just simply kissing for a moment before his tongue slips past my lips and his hands reach up to grab my face.
"Goodbye, Johnny." He whispers, and I whimper in abandonment as I hear him exit the room, tears slowly slipping from my eyes as I hear the door close. God, I hope the next time we meet, he won't just leave me alone like this. How do you tell some stranger that you've never even seen before, that you let tie you up and beat you, that you need to be held and comforted afterwards because you can't take the feeling of abandonment and not being cared about?
As I think about things, I feel my restraints coming loose. "You okay?" The woman asks. "I guess, thanks." I sigh, yanking off the mask. "That typical behavior from your Master? To just leave you like that?" She asks, giving a disapproving glare. Ha, I'm disapproving right along with ya, lady. "Yes. I don't necessarily belong to him, that's why. I met him only once before at another Dungeon. I guess you can say we clicked a bit. So we arranged this play date...and our next apparently." My face shows a range of emotions as I speak, honestly not sure how or what to think about all of this. "You trying to get collared?" She asks, and I give a pathetic chuckle, "No, I doubt he's a collaring type of guy. More of a rent-for-the-hour type of guy." I sigh. "I know. He's pretty well-known. Well, his expertise is, not him I guess I should say. I was just wondering since he seemed so fond of you. Never seen that with him and any of his other clients." She smiles and says. "At least that makes me feel a little better about the whole abandonment thing." I chuckle, running a hand over my head. "You gonna be okay? You seem a bit shaken up." She rubs my back, and I shrug a bit, "Used to a little comforting afterwards, but I'll be fine. Thanks." I say, mustering up my strength to stand. "Enjoy the rest of your evening. Hope you two have fun next time." She chuckles. "Thank you. Enjoy your night as well." I say, and she nods and leaves me to pulling on my clothes.
Once they're on, I grab my bag, give her another goodbye, and leave the club. On my way out the door, I give a glance around the place, wondering if he's standing out there somewhere watching me leave. It's not fair. It's just not fair. He gets to see me, all of me, feel me, use me, know things about me. And what do I get? Well, mind-numbing bliss and pleasure, but... Still! It's just not fair. But who knows? He allowed me another experience with him. He's letting me see him yet again. He's even taking us somewhere more free. Maybe things are looking up, getting better. Maybe he likes me as much as I like him! I know I'm getting way ahead of myself, but I can't keep my excitement down. He's just so amazing and I... I should stop thinking about this, getting too into things. That's how I always ruin things for myself.
I head back to the alley, change back into my normal clothes, walk a few blocks up the street, and hail a cab to my house, content with drifting in and out of my thoughts of what just happened to me throughout the cab ride.
Dropping my bag off at the kitchen, I quickly head to my bedroom, ready to drift to dream land, hoping he's a prominent feature tonight like the last time I saw him.
"Did you have fun?" I hear a voice as I walk into my bedroom, and look up to see Saraya sitting Indian style in the middle of my bed. "Yes," I flush, "Why aren't you at your hotel or something?" I ask, heading over to the bed. "I'll catch a flight with you in the morning. I needed to come here and make sure you were okay. You obviously left without saying goodbye, and I didn't trust you to call when you got home." Smooth move because I surely didn't plan on calling till tomorrow before I got on the plane. Not because I didn't want to, I just didn't think about the ease it would put them knowing Master hadn't killed me or anything. "I didn't want you guys to try and stop me from going." I explain, standing in front of the bed as she leans up on her knees and cups my face. "I wouldn't have tried to stop you. Maybe Punk, yes. I just wanted to know that you were leaving though, and to tell you to call when you got there and got home so I knew you were okay. I can't keep you from doing what you want, neither can Punk as much as he thinks he can." Saraya explains, running a hand down my face. "Thank you for being so understanding at least." I whisper, happy with this little bit of leash-loosening I'm getting from her. "Anything for you." She says, then gives a soft kiss my lips.
"I need to shower, can you get my back?" I ask, and she gives a small sigh, "Because of him?" She asks. "Yes, Mast…uhm, he told me to." I answer. "You can call him that around me. If you're comfortable with it, then I'm okay with it." She smiles. God, she's amazing. "Thank you." I smile. "So do you do everything he tells you?" She asks, and I just quickly bury my head in her neck, not answering. "Come on, let's go get you in the shower." She says, climbing off the bed, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the bathroom.
We quickly rid of both our clothes, then climb in, and I immediately change the temperature of the shower from where she has it set from hot to cold. "Why cold?" She asks, and I just give her a glance with a look of self pity on my face, "He said so. Mm. Figures. Okay, turn around," She says, leaning over to grab the body wash and I do as told, "Oh my God, John! What the hell did he do to you?!" She screams out. "What does it look like?" I ask, curious, wondering how much body make-up I'll need on my skin tomorrow for the show. "There are red patches of irritated skin all over you! What the fuck did he do to you?!" She repeats herself, and I smile to myself for a moment, happy he left his marks on me. The last time we met, he was so scared to scar my skin and draw blood. This time he left as many of his markings as possible. And next time…my body shivers at the thought. "Various things. There was a process." I explain. "John, you have 3 seconds." She warns. "First he'd hit me with a crop that was covered in warming oil and something else. My skin would heat up till I couldn't take it. Then he'd shock me to cool me down for the first few times, but cream was what cooled down most of them." I explain, and I can hear the anger in her voice when she speaks again. "Shocked you? With what?" She says, speaking slowly through clenched teeth. "A picana. Torture device that shocks and electrocutes people." I explain. "I absolutely dare you to tell Punk that. He's going to hunt that man down." She hisses, lathering my back in body wash.
"Why is it such a problem? It felt good. It felt amazing actually! You should try it." I explain. "No one is denying the pleasure you may get from it. I'm upset that you let a stranger bound you up, blindfold you, and torture you, John! That's for someone you're comfortable with to do to you, someone you trust!" She explains. "I do trust him." I whisper, knowing it's only gonna get me in more trouble with her. But it's the goddamned truth. "I don't want to talk about this anymore, John. If you want me to keep supporting you on this, I suggest you stop telling tales of your night. You enjoyed yourself, got a fix, got home safely. That's all that matters. Just no more talking. You're distracting me from this anyway." She says, digging her hands deeper into my body as she continues massaging the soap on me. She soaps me completely up, but doesn't stop. I can tell this is keeping her concentrated and off her thoughts, so I don't mind. It feels good anyway. Not as good as Master's massage, though.
"This fucking water is so fucking cold. It stings." She growls. "I know. It hurts. Doesn't it feel good?" I smile softly. "No. It doesn't. Not everyone thrives on pain like you do. I like a little normality in my life." She hisses, and I sigh and hang my head. She sighs as well and I feel her hands slip around my waist as she lays her head against my back, and sensing that she doesn't want to fight anymore, I turn and pull her into my arms, leaning her against the cold wall of the shower, making her jump and arch her body into my touch as she smirks up at me. "I'm sorry for upsetting you." I whisper, running my nose against hers. "I want what's best for you." She says. "I know." I sigh. "I'm happy when you're happy, though. He makes you happy. Just don't tell me about your escapades anymore, okay?" She says. "Deal. Will you stop being mad at me?" I ask. "How can I stay mad at such an adorably pitiful face?" She asks back, leaning up to kiss me, and I wrap my arms tighter around her body as she pulls my head closer to hers, her tongue slipping past my lips.
When we finally pull away, she looks up at me with lusty eyes. "You're going to slip up?" I ask, sort of shocked. I know she's been very adamant on not sleeping with me and not getting into hardcore acts with me, and thought she's given in a few times since making this decision, lately she's been doing very well at abstaining from me. "Everyone deserves a treat every so often right?" She asks.
Good boys deserve good things.
"And you consider me a treat?" I sigh, pulling away. I'm not treat. I'm a sad, tired, pathetic, frustrating, miserable excuse for a burden unwantingly thrown on her shoulders. "Yes, because you are." She says, pulling me back to her. "No, I'm not." I shake my head. "John, yes you are. You're such a treat, such a catch." She tries to convince me, but I just sigh and slump into myself.
"Say it! Say you're a good boy." He commands again. "I-I'm a good boy." I mumble. "Yes. You're a good boy, Johnny. You need to remember that, okay?" He says and I nod, "Yes, Master." His words come back to me.
"I'm a good boy." I whisper to myself, and she looks at me funnily, "What'd you say?" She asks, not having actually heard what I said. "Nothing. I want you tonight. I want to be your treat." I say, pulling her tight against my body. "Mm, good." She smiles, leaning up to kiss me again.
I slide my tongue in her mouth as I slide my hands down to grab her pert ass. Once pulling away, I kiss down to her neck, then down to her chest. I make sure to give special attention to each nipple, then kiss down her stomach as I lower myself to my knees. I grab her legs to lift her to give some attention to her lower half, but she quickly grabs my head to make me look at her. "John, I'm fucking impatient. Just fuck me." She growls, and I chuckle and stand back up, grabbing her and lifting her up, and she wraps her legs around my body.
"Aren't you glad you don't have to 'prepare' me and all that other shit you boys have to do with each other." She smirks, jokingly. "I'm going to fuck the sarcasticness out of you, you asshole." I chuckle. "You'd know about assholes." She winks, and deciding to shut her up, I lean forward and practically impale her, garnering her to scream out and throw her head back, slamming it against the tiled shower wall. She yells out in pain as she reaches up and grabs at the back of her head, "You fucking asshole!" She yells out. "I'd know about assholes, right?" I wink, then begin stroking inside her.
She wraps her arms tightly around my neck and begins moaning out, and I pull her from the wall, then slam her back against the coldness. "Holy fuck! Ugh, this is starting to be more of a trick than a treat!" She complains. "If you're going to keep running your mouth, make it more 'Oh, John, you're the best. This feels great. You're the best I ever had!'" I squeal in a girl's voice, and she smacks my chest as she laughs, "How about I hate you and you suck?" She asks. "No, no, I think you're mistaken. Here, I'll help you out." I say, then re-angle my strokes and hit her spot. "Oh fuck, John, yes! Right there, baby!" She screams out. "That's about right." I smirk, as I continue at that angle. She buries her face in my neck and attempts bouncing and grinding on my length, causing me such pleasure, "Fuck, baby, you feel so good." I whisper in her ear. "You know this feels so fucking great." She moans out.
Not to say this isn't amazing, or that I don't love having sex with Saraya or anything, but I still kind of have thoughts of Master on my mind as well. This sex mixed with thoughts of him on my mind and how he made me cum earlier, and I'm extremely close to my end.
"Come on, baby." I whisper, reaching down to massage her clit, and she screams out and her body shakes in pleasure. "Oh, keep doing that! Fuck!" She begs, and I keep up my intense strokes as I continue the clit play. Quickly she comes to her end as an orgasm racks through her body. She claws my back as she screams out and clamps down around my length. I grab her tightly and give a few more strokes till I'm at my end as well, quickly pulling out and cumming down the drain.
She collapses against my body and I hold her tightly, "Come on, let's get you dried off and in bed." I whisper, then pick her up bridal-style. I shut off the shower, grab a towel off the rack, and go into the bedroom. I sit her on the bed and make quick work of drying her off. Once she is, I pull a t-shirt out of my drawer and get it on her body. "Thank you." She lazily smiles, and I can tell she's about two seconds from passing out sleep. "You're welcome." I kiss her lips, then dry myself off, pull on some shorts, and drag her to the head of the bed to lay down. I wrap her tightly in my arms and kiss her lips again.
"I'm glad you're okay. Thank you for tonight." She whispers before passing out. "You're welcome." I reply to her sleeping form, then fall asleep myself.
A/N: Okay first off, the picana isn't a US torture weapon, that was just John being over-dramatic as usual, so don't think Randy's using psycho tools on him or anything. So John got outta work without getting caught and had a pretty nice time with Randy. And there's gonna be another get together! And ever-so-caring Paige was there to check on him when he got home, what a sweetie. But she wasn't too pleased with what Randy did. But she's still supporting John on his antics. Hmmm. Please leave reviews with your thoughts/guesses/etc! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading :)