A/N: First off, I goofed on Liana's name and had it as River, my bad. Second, this chapter is... earning the M rating of this story.

7: Show Me You're Sorry

That arrogant ass. Liana fumed about what had happened for two days straight. She had also frigged herself off a fair few times, wondering what the hell was wrong with her. With him! He didn't know a thing about her and could have anyone he wanted, so what the hell? Not to mention he was scary as hell, and he knew it, he used it against people, against her. She was going to assume there had been a bet or something, that seemed plausible.

"Curt, sign off here… here, here, and here." She said at the end of the week, watching as her boss reviewed her logs before signing at the bottom of each one. Between Foley, Steve, and some of the other idiots, she was going to start pinching nerves and damaging shit. "I have one more… jock tonight and then-"

"And then you're going to go out and relax. You've been uptight for a few days now… everything okay, Brooks?" Curt eyed her, a bit concerned. Liana was usually upbeat and cheerful, these last days however, she had been a bit of a grouch. And on edge.

"I'm great."

"She's tense due to sexual frustration."

They both turned to stare at 'Taker, who had entered the room quietly. Curt looked politely confused and a hint disgusted while Liana was glaring daggers at him.

"That jock you're servicing, by the way, is me." He informed her, rather enjoying the way she recoiled. He made himself comfortable, steepling his fingers before him and simply stared at Curt until Curt finally excused himself. As amusing as the expressions Curt had displayed had been… he couldn't hunt his prey with intruders around. "So do tell me, Liana, how have you been sleeping?"

If looks could kill, he would be dead. "You… arrogant… jackass!" She spat through gritted teeth, trying her best not to cave into the urge to throw something sharp and pointy at him. He was here for his knee, fine. She could handle that, she was a professional. She could ignore all the shit he just said.

She lied. The minute the leg of his pants was up over his knee, she applied a pressure point. "You stay the hell away from me, Calaway." She ordered, backing away, watching as he tried to grab his knee but yeah, he'd need a few more minutes before that stopped hurting.

Fighting through the pain, 'Taker got himself somewhat vertical. He was pissed and it showed in his acidic eyes as he lashed out at her, slamming her back against the wall. He heard Liana's sharp intake of breath right before his hand wrapped tightly around her throat. He felt her swallowing against his palm.

"Calaway!" She rasped, hands already clawing at his.

He simply squeezed tighter and began lifting her off her feet, letting her feel the weight of her own body working against her. "Let's get one thing straight, pet," He snarled, practically nose to nose with her. "You will abide by the rules. You will quit calling me Calaway, are we clear?" When she choked out a 'yes, 'Taker', he dropped her ass on the floor and simply towered over her, breathing heavily. "Make it up to me. Now."

Her ass was probably bruised, her back was a little achy, and rattled was an understatement as she stared up, way up, at him. "How?" She asked quietly after she had organized her shaken limbs and folded her hands in her lap, ignoring the crick forming in her neck. The man was a giant, literally, so this was uncomfortable as hell. Given how pissed he was, she doubted he cared, and she was no longer tempted to do anything to provoke him because now she was genuinely worried.

Backing up, and trying to ignore the fact that he was slightly limping, his knee twinging a bit, 'Taker merely crooked a finger at her. When Liana moved to get to her feet, he snapped his fingers, somewhat mollified when she settled back onto her knees. "Crawl."

Liana hesitated, looking like she was going to argue with him. She must have read the danger in his stare because she swallowed down her obvious humiliation and did as she was told, crawling to him. once she was in front of him, staring up, he let his hand drop to the front of his pants. There was no mistaking the panic and disbelief in her brown eyes as he freed his already half-erect cock.

It was painfully obvious what he wanted from her, and Liana felt another curious mixture of shame, fear, and excitement coursing through her. What was it about him that turned her into this muddle? She wanted to avert her eyes when he began stroking himself, but she didn't, she couldn't. As lewd as it was, it was also… exciting, and she wasn't going to lie. That was a rather impressive piece of meat in his hand.

However, at this point, she had to stand up because her head didn't even reach his lap. She did so slowly, not about to get slammed around or choked again, or something. Her eyes darted nervously towards the door, tempted to try running and also praying nobody came in because there was just no explaining this. When she heard the growling growl, she gave him, and his waiting cock, her undivided attention. "All that is not going to fit in my mouth."

"You'll manage, precious." He was letting the fact that she was upright slide, she was short. Most people were. Whether Liana realized it or not, and he was guessing not, this was a critical point in what would become their relationship. He might not have given her much of a choice, but she did have one. She could have fought him, nailed him in his exposed junk, and ran for it. Instead… instead, she was listening to him, taking her cues, and he wondered how deep these submissive qualities ran, how far he could push her. "Hands behind your back, pet."

She hesitated again before finally, reluctantly, clasping them behind her.

"Now… show me how sorry you are."

But she wasn't sorry, she was afraid, and she wondered if the difference would matter to him. Liana knew damn well she could hurt him very badly right now, he was exposed to her. She could have done some serious damage, but she didn't. Instead, she threaded her fingers together, locking her arms, and bent down.

Please, don't let anyone walk in, please don't let anyone walk in. She thought over and over, flicking her tongue out to taste him. She didn't have an aversion to giving head, she just generally only sucked on dicks that weren't attached to insane men.

No, fear didn't matter to him. "Mmm, good girl…" 'Taker purred, burying his hands in her soft hair and let his own head lull back, thoroughly enjoying her sweet mouth. It didn't matter to him that she was obviously having issues managing, what with her hands behind her back, and her inability to 'fit' him as she had worded it.

That did not stop him from thrusting his hips upwards, driving himself further in her mouth, both hearing and feeling her muffled sounds of surprise and probably annoyance. Eventually, her own saliva and reluctantly stretched open mouth granted him enough access for him properly make her gag. She was being punished after all. "Just like that, precious… Christ, your mouth was specially made for me, wasn't it?"

This was degrading, and Liana could not believe she was in this position. She was trying to suppress the reflex to choke and vomit, unable to keep her eyes from watering. It was also somewhat of a turn-on and as she was not a shrink, she wasn't going to try analyzing it. After bobbing on him long enough to go past mild jaw ache to feeling like her jaw had unhinged, Liana unclasped her hands and placed them on his thighs, pushing at him. She was trying to push herself away and he was now using her own hair to stop her, to rein her in.

"Uh-uh, you're not finished yet, Liana. Almost." He grunted, ignoring her discomfort, and the tears, rather enjoying her position. She hated and loved this, and she had put herself in this position. Almost lasted a few more minutes longer, for him very brief moments but for her, he was sure it was forever. Gripping the sides of her head, 'Taker forced her to take all she could of him before cumming in her mouth, leaving her with little choice but to swallow or choke.

Only when his balls felt considerably lighter and he was sure there would be no spit back from her, did he let go and pull himself away from her. He watched as she reeled away from him, tucking his now flaccid cock back in his pants. "Not bad… but I'm sure you can do better."

Liana glared at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You'll have plenty of practice, I promise." He took her in. She was a beautiful mess right now. Her lips were swollen and red, her entire face flushed and splotchy with drying trails from her tears. He wished for a camera. "Take off your clothes and lay across my lap."

Liana shook her head no, now wiping the wetness from her cheeks and licking at her lips. She had just sucked off the fucking Undertaker, and it had not been 100% consensual. More like… 25/75. Plenty of practice? He was kidding, right? The man could have anyone he wanted, he wasn't interested in… she was lying to herself and she could only gape at him. "Remove my… I can't… anyone could walk in and-" She had just given him a blow-job, he was limper than a wet noodle, what was he thinking? If he thought he was going to paddle her ass of something, he had lost his mind. That and she had no intention of letting him know that she may have been a bit turned on. Just a little.

There really was no need to be modest, not after what she had just done. This woman was truly amusing, the way she stammered, made excuses… Sighing, he pushed himself up again, long enough to move in front of her and then lower himself back down, kneeling before her. He could practically see the other night replaying in her head as he ran his hands up her jean covered legs, to the zipper and buttons, undoing them.

He half expected her to stop him as he pulled the denim down, revealing her pale thighs, knees, and finally calves to him. He left them bunched around her ankles, hands roaming upwards until he was palming her ass, pulling her hips forward and buried his face in her crotch. She was wet. She had enjoyed what she had done.

All Liana could do was hold her breath, her entire body coming alive. She was holding onto him for support, though that was taken away when he suddenly shifted both their positions. She worked in a company where large, seemingly ungainly men did astonishing quick and agile things on a constant basis, it still never failed to surprise her. Especially him. Given his height and weight, moving the way he did had to be a bitch, and a strain, or it would be. Perhaps it just hadn't caught up to him yet. She was now over his knee, and her panties were now around her thighs, her bare ass exposed to him. "What are-"

"I'm going to spank you." His tone implied the 'duh'. "You will count them off, and then, then I'll tell you why you're being spanked."

Instinctively, she knew he wasn't going to be gentle on her ass and before she could say anything, he had brought his giant hand down. The sound of him smacking her cheek was fairly loud and she couldn't stop herself from letting out a squeal. "One!" Her butt was warm and the second smack made it sore. "Two!" She was not going to make it to five. "Three!" It was hurting, and she had no idea why he was spanking her. Was it because she had done that pressure point thing? For disobeying him? Calling him Mark? For the other night? Which was the right answer? "Fuck! Four!"

Once he had delivered the final smack, 'Taker let her stand up, knowing damn well she would not be sitting comfortably for a few days. He hadn't been soft with any of those blows, and had made sure to get her entire backside. "Each one of those slaps was for something you have done wrong. Disrespecting me. Ignoring my orders, repeatedly. Harming me. Your smart mouth. And… because I can." He had ticked each one off on a finger, watching the anger building in her narrowed eyes. "Get dressed and grab your things, we're leaving."

He was talking to her like she was a pet, or a mindless thing. Her ass was throbbing and she simply turned away from him, fixing her clothes with as much dignity as she could muster. She was not staying with him, not tonight, not ever. He was out of his mind. She was out of hers. She was pissed as well. With him and with herself, for being weak and allowing this to happen.

"Don't… don't touch me." She ordered when she felt his hand on her shoulder, whirling to glare up at him. "I am not staying the night with you and this, this was a mistake."

"What did I just say about your smart mouth and disobeying me, Liana?" She was practically begging for another lesson in respect. "Stop fighting what you obviously want, what you need."

This was insanity. They were both crazy, though on different spectrums. She was crazy for being somewhat turned-on by his whole… demeanor, and he was just plain out insane. All she could do was stare at him, somewhat dazed by his audacity, and also making mental plans to get herself in for a scan soon, just to make sure nothing was off in her brain.

"I get," She began slowly, once she had somewhat organized herself and decided that playtime was over. What she knew about this guy could fill a thimble, simply because she had no interest in wrestlers outside of their medical files. Or unless they were not… creepy. She didn't know his middle name, but she knew the size of his dick and how it tasted. That seemed backwards. "I get you're into some freaky sex shit, but I'm not and I'm really not into sleeping with, or anything else, with guys I don't really know. What happened was a mistake." She could not stress that enough. "So please, respect it when I say no."

"As you wish it."