Chapter 7: Truth and Consequences

Tampa, 2011

Jon and Mikaela's relocation to Tampa was a breeze when he found out that she bought a new home in yet another upscale gated community. It was as big and lavish as her LA home with all the same comforts. Every day, they worked out in the gym, Jon getting fit for the ring and every night, he found refuge in her body.

"I'm going to need you," he admitted almost shamefully to her one night after a round of lovemaking.

"I'm right beside you," she whispered soothingly, moving to drape her body over his. "You have me, you can use my armor. I won't let you fall, Jon," she palmed his cheek, taking his lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

A few weeks after settling into their new lives, Jon overheard a conversation Mick had with one of her partners in the firm. They talked business for a while before he mentioned Taylor in passing, saying the man hadn't been seen or heard from since the retreat and wondered if she knew anything.

"You know I don't acknowledge the junior associates' existence, James. I don't even recognize his name," she said nonchalantly, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth until she saw Jon standing in the doorway. "Hope the kid shows up, I have to run," she ended the call, smiling brightly at Jon's raised brow.

"What did you do?" he narrowed his gaze on her, taking in her girlish shrug and pouty lips combo.

"I don't know what you mean. I already told you what I did to him," she gave him an innocent look and soft smile.

"Don't lie to me, Mick," he took her by the shoulders, lifting her slightly so that she stood on her tiptoes. "Tell me what you did," he said again, studying her eyes that gave away nothing.

"I didn't do anything, Jon," she grinned, kissing him lightly on his lips before he released his hold on her.

"One minute, beautiful," he grabbed her wrist as she walked by him. "Don't ever let me catch you in a lie, sweetheart, or I'll tan that ass of yours," he smiled down into her face, seeing her answering smile.

"Promises, promises," she sighed, laughing as she wandered off into the house.

If Jon didn't know better, he could almost swear his girl was asking for it. She could do with a little discipline and he did have a major love for her toned ass.

Things were going smoothly in regards to Mikaela's clients planned defection. They went into communication silence with the firm, not accepting calls or passing on the usual 'Ms. Tomasini has already handled our current issues' to the associates that phoned. The senior partners were getting nervous without regular updates since Mikaela was now working out of the WWE's corporate headquarters, or so they thought. To make matters infinitely worse, they hadn't seen the contract Vince McMahon signed with her on the last day of the retreat and calls weren't getting through to him either.

The migration of her clients from the firm to her took time; over eight months of time, for all their contracts to expire but they had their shiny new contracts already on hand to sign and return before the first call could come through regarding their renewal. Vince was making out like a bandit on the deal. In exchange for allowing Mikaela to use office space in their corporate headquarters to handle her other clients, he was getting a huge reduction in her yearly retainer.

Mikaela was self-sufficient; she needed little to no assistance to handle her work but brought on a paralegal to help on the little things. When the day came that R, D & D learned they lost their whales, she was fairly certain she'd feel the sonic boom from her current location when they cried out in unison. The inner workings of a law firm were much like a bank; they used and moved money around from client to client to handle expenses until they were paid. Her whales' money was used more often than others since Mikaela hadn't lost a case yet and expenses were minimal. Without those funds, the firm was doomed for bankruptcy.

During the time she was planning the destruction of her firm, she spent every moment of her time at ringside in the FCW facility. The young attorney was a permanent fixture in a chair watching Jon in the ring while plugging away on her laptop. It was a difficult time for both of them and for the same reason; all these men surrounding them. It was easy enough for Mikaela to keep some distance between them and her with Colby acting as a buffer and, of course, Jon showing his possessive side but he had his difficulties in the ring. That was the sole reason she spent every day at the facility, to help him through his issues so that he could achieve the dream that was stolen from him.

"I'm right here, Jon, so go fight for me," she'd tell him before each workout, each match and be there to cheer him on. She kept close for a while before she'd move to a distance and then further away. He'd always find her with his eyes while he was in the ring; he needed to see her to settle his nerves. "My skin is your armor, I'm your armor until your skin is healed so use it, baby. Touch my skin, get the feel of me in your head and then go in there and be you," she'd whisper in his ear, feeling his hands run over her exposed flesh, committing the feel of her to memory before he would go do what he does best.

"Whatever you're doing it appears to be working."

"Joe!" Mikaela spun around, a hand covering her heart when the tall Samoan managed to take her unaware. "You scared the hell out of me, big guy," she panted, backing up a few feet from him.

"I appear to do that a lot, Mikaela. I don't mean you any harm, I hope you know that," he looked at her with his soft grey eyes, feeling a pang of disappointment when she nodded but still took another step back. "I just wanted to tell you that you're working wonders with Jon's self-esteem problem. I can tell he's uncomfortable in the ring at times and it only fades after he's seen you. I just wanted you to know," he nodded, smiling tightly before he walked away from the terrified woman.

"Hey, Mick!" Colby called out from the ring. "Come in here and show us that kick to the head you pulled on Phil when you were goofing off after your match," he grinned, bouncing on his toes while she made her way to ringside.

"Come on, Princess," Jon sat on the ropes, holding his hand out to help her in. "He wants to show you off so let him get it out of his system or we'll never hear the end of it," he gripped her hips, pulling her in for a lingering kiss before swatting her on the ass.

"Are you offering yourself up as a crash test dummy, pup?" she asked Colby when she turned to him and smiled at his enthusiastic nod. "I hit for real, honey. I don't know shit about telegraphing," she cocked her head, walking a circle around the hyper young man that waved her on.

"You do the kick and leave it to me to either duck it or live with the bump," he chuckled, dancing a circle around her.

William Regal took immediate interest in what his charges were up to in the practice ring. Getting up from his seat, he wandered closer to the ring, spotting the young woman standing in the center of the mat and shaking out her hands while keeping track of Colby's movements with her senses alone. A grin came to the Englishman's face when the boy thought he had the upper hand when she didn't move, instead waiting for him to walk into her trap. He spotted Bill DeMott looking on from the other side of the ring and quirked a brow at him.

The other trainers and rookies came forward when Colby rushed her from behind, watching her drop to one knee, him running into her and bending forward when his lower abdomen impacted her shoulder. An instant later, he felt her hands lock behind his head and; as she stood, she pulled him forward, flipping him over onto his back.

"I thought you were going to kick me," Colby grimaced, holding his aching gut.

"Your face is too pretty to mark up, pup," she patted his cheek with a smile.

"Excuse me, Ms. Mikaela," Regal came forward, smiling fondly at the woman. "If you don't wish to damage Mr. Rollins, perhaps I could talk you into demonstrating this kick on another of our young men?" he gestured towards Joe, Damien Sandow and Brad Maddox.

Jon saw the hesitant look in her eyes immediately, her gaze shifting to the men watching at ringside before she began to back up towards him. "Calm down, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear, wrapping his arms around her midsection. "Go ahead and show Regal what he wants and choose Sandow. He's a righteous prick and isn't pretty," he chuckled with his chin resting on her shoulder. "Now don't let him touch you but feel free to not feel bad if he can't duck the kick like Colby could," he swatted her ass, pushing her forward. "She'll demonstrate on Sandow, Sir," Jon grinned, laughing with Colby as Damien warily stepped into the ring.

"Can you take a hit?" she asked, circling her prey as he followed her movements.

"From you? Please," he looked at her with enough mocking disdain in his eyes that she felt that old friend, anger, flow through her veins.

She slid her eyes to Jon, seeing the smirk on his face. "I'm going to hurt this prick. Is that okay?" she growled low in her throat, watching him nod his head approvingly. She waited until Damien decided to take the front approach after witnessing how Colby fared. As he ran at her, she pivoted a step to the side before leaping into the air, her right foot coming around to hit him in the back of the head when his own momentum moved him into striking distance. She held off as long as she could to lessen the impact but the man still ended up face down on the mat. "Apparently you were way off on your estimation of handling one of my kicks. I even pulled that one," she nudged him with her toe, shaking her head when he moaned. "Dude, that was just sad," she laughed, walking back towards Jon, seeing his laugh fade, only to be replaced with concern.

She felt the vibration in the mat beneath her bare feet, not turning to face him, letting him move in before she struck back with her left foot. The impact doubled him over but Mikaela was still in motion, spinning her body horizontally until her right struck his jaw. She landed in a crouched position, her left knee and right fist on the mat, waiting until he found his vertical base before she took two strides forward and jumped with her feet out, hitting him high on his sternum and launched over the top rope to the floor below. She landed on her upper back and shoulders, rolling over backwards to settle into her original crouched position.

"That was a dick move, man," she smiled down at him, resting her arms on the top rope. "Feel free to let me know when you're done taking my hits," she arched an eyebrow at the man while he clutched his chest. "I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to take it that far," she told Regal when he approached, staring down at Damien.

"On the contrary, that was exemplary," William smiled a look of pure glee at her, causing her brow to furrow. "Would it be possible to convince you to teach a few of those moves to the men? Bill, what do you think?" he turned to DeMott, who was still laughing at Damien on the floor.

"That'll teach you to drop the fucking attitude in the practice ring, won't it? Get up and go see the trainer," he barked out at Sandow before glancing up at the frown on Mikaela's face. "I like the idea but it seems like the little lady has some objections. What is it? You have a problem beating up cocky ass men? You'd have to be the first woman in the history of the world that wouldn't get off on this opportunity," he smirked up at her, seeing the fire light in her eyes for an instant before she tamped it down.

"First off, I'm not a little lady or the little lady and I definitely don't have a problem beating up men. I've got to give you points for trying to piss me off into doing it though. I do have a temper and not even that jackass was good enough to pull it to the surface," she thumbed in Damien's direction. "As for your offer, if I can work some sessions into my schedule then I'd be happy to teach them…on the heavy bags. I won't have Vince on my ass for damaging the less-than-worthy talent," she jerked her head in Sandow's direction again, smiling sweetly when he scowled at her on his way to the trainer. "I've been watching this group for a while and have a fair idea of who can pull off different moves that I know, so I will teach what I want to the appropriate man. Whatever I teach them will go with their individual styles. It wouldn't do to teach Joe the shit I just did when he's a powerhouse," she continued, seeing the grins on their faces. "As you can see I am not good at pulling punches. It isn't what I do or how I was trained so we stick to the bags and let them fuck each other up. Deal?"

Regal and Bill exchanged a glance before looking back to her and nodded. "Deal," they said in unison.

"This is fucking awesome!" Colby yelled, picking Mikaela up around her waist and jumped up and down. "Can we start now?" he asked excitedly.

"Fucking Christ, Colby," Jon moved forward, trying to take his dangling girlfriend from his hyper friend. "She isn't choking and doesn't need the Heimlich, man. Are you okay, Princess?" he asked, holding Mikaela to his chest. She nodded, smiling softly when he laced his fingers in her hair and gave her a tender kiss. "What?" he glanced at Colby when he cleared his throat.

"Do I get the kicks?" he grinned at Mikaela, laughing when the two of them just shook their heads at him.

"Yes, pup, you get the kicks," she slipped from Jon's hold, grabbing his hand while pushing Colby towards the corner steps. "Let's get this shit started," she sighed, gripping Jon's hand tightly. "Stay close," she whispered to him when Colby stepped through the ropes.

"Always," he kissed her temple, knowing full well that she wasn't comfortable with this.

Over the next two months, Mikaela spent time with each of the FCW rookies with most of her attention focused on Colby and Jon. It wasn't a secret between the two men that she had issues with other men but of course, Jon was the only one that knew the reason why. They managed to justify taking up most of her time with the argument that they were the technical wrestler and high-flier wrestler among the group but eventually Regal insisted that she make a slot to spend some time with Joe later that week after the live shows.

"I can't help but notice that you avoid Joe like the plague, my darling," Regal took her aside, talking to her in private but always in Jon's sight. "Did he do something to upset you? Do I need to have a talk with him?" he asked in concern.

"No, Sir, he has been nothing but a gentleman; always polite and never pushy. I'll make sure he's the focus of my next few sessions," she said quietly, rubbing the tension from her temples.

"It would be greatly appreciated. I know you volunteer this time to the men but it is important that Joe is just as prepared as Jon and Colby as soon as possible," he winked at her, knowing she knew the reason for the rush.

Mikaela watched from the front row as Jon and Colby had some great matches in a feud against each other. The two of them put on one hell of a show and their natural chemistry just made the match flow with perfection. She even felt a small amount of pride when they used some of the moves she taught them in the ring. He was comfortable working with Colby so his insecurity never arose while working the ring with him.

Jon appeared to be getting more at ease in his skin but still needed to brand her into his senses when he was up against any of the others. The instant he ran his hands over her flesh and took in her scent, he'd close his eyes and get into a zone before he'd hit the ring and demolish anyone in front of him. She had to admit seeing Jon's in-ring persona really got her worked up and she tended to show him how much the instant they returned to their home.

"You like it like this, Princess?" Jon growled low in his throat, her hair wrapped around his fist, his free hand gripping tight to her hip while he thrust hard into her body. She nodded, crying out passionately as his pelvis slapped her ass. "Tell me how much, baby," he gritted out, pulling her head back by her hair.

"I love it, Jon. You feel so good inside of me, baby," Mikaela gasped, overcome with the feel of him.

"My kitty loves my dick. She holds me tight, welcomes me home every single time I take her," he said on a groan before pulling out and flipping her over on to her back. "I love to see my cock sliding in and out of you, Mick," he panted, lifting her legs and pushing her knees to her chest before entering her again. "That is so fucking sexy, baby. You should see how my pussy grasps my cock, wants it back when I pull out of you and grips me like a vise when I'm deep inside. So fucking wet and tight, Mick," he growled, picking up his rhythm until the slapping sounds of their joining bodies filled the room.

Mikaela had long since stopped being the aggressor during their lovemaking. She was comfortable enough with Jon to let him take complete control. It actually benefited the both of them when he took the lead. It showed her she could be vulnerable with someone and trust them not to hurt her. It also gave him more confidence to be in control considering he had none before she took him off the streets.

She had been methodically returning control to him in all aspects of his life. He was financially set for a long while and didn't have to worry about his next meal, where he lived or anyone taking from him sexually ever again. The last thing she needed to give him was control of his destiny, his future in the business he loved, and she hoped she was doing that by giving him complete control over every other aspect of his life, including her and their love life.

"I don't like anyone touching you, Mick," he panted out while he drove into her pussy. "I trust Colby, you can trust Colby, but I don't like anyone touching what's mine. Say you're mine, Princess," he hissed in her ear, feeling the beginnings of her climax approaching.

"I'm yours, Jon," she cried out of heaving lungs.

"If anyone touches you like that again, I'll punish you for letting someone else touch what's mine. Tell me you understand, Mick," he growled out, feeling her tighten around his penetrating dick.

"I-I understand, oh Jon," she screamed, throwing her head back when her orgasm flooded through her.

"Fucking hell, Mick baby," he shouted; his body tensing up as he released his load deep within her pussy. "My kitty is so tight; I never can make it through one of your orgasms. You clench me so tight I can't help but explode inside of you," he grinned down at his sated woman, rubbing circles over her clit with his thumb while he lazily stroked his cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy. "You're so beautiful, baby," Jon whispered, smiling softly while he lowered her legs and moved to hover over her on his forearms. "So fucking beautiful," he smoothed her hair back on the pillow, feeling a warmth in his chest when her eyes fluttered closed, a content smile on her face.

"I know you're nervous but as far as I can tell, he's a decent guy," Jon rubbed Mikaela's shoulders, trying to ease her tension. "Now I'm not saying to let him touch you like Colby; I know he's a friend, but I don't believe for a second that Joe will hurt you. I think you're giving the big man a complex by running away from him all the time," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her torso and pulled her back into his chest.

"I don't know what my hang-up is with Joe other than the obvious. He's been nothing but nice. I think it is the shock factor of turning around and finding a wall of flesh right there," she chuckled, lowering her eyes to the floor in embarrassment. "Hey, I thought you said I couldn't let Colby touch me anymore," she quirked a brow, looking at him over her shoulder.

"I don't mind a little touch but he tends to be grabby," he leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Here he comes," he glanced up to see Joe making his way towards them and swatted her ass. "Try to be nice but not too nice," he winked, walking down to the heavy bags to workout.

"Mikaela," Joe nodded in greeting, keeping his hands in his pockets and a safe distance between them.

"Hi Joe," she forced a smile, knowing it didn't reach her eyes and actually felt bad for it. "I actually have one thing I want to show you. You have a few finishers that were passed down the family line and they've taught you one hell of a spear. Real impressive, by the way," she rambled out, giving him a thumbs up and earning a bit of a chuckle from him. "I'm sorry for talking so fast, I do that when I'm nervous," she took a deep breath, running the back of her hand over her forehead. "Fuck, why can't I be a normal freak?" she shook her head, talking out loud to herself.

"Why are you nervous?" he asked with a soft smile.

"I have some old trust issues," she rubbed her eyes, waving him off. "Why don't you go change into something flexible, you need leg movement but I need your legs covered to make sure you can do it if that is the way they go with your wardrobe in the future. Cool?"

"Yes, ma'am," he grinned, running off to the locker room.

"And Joe," she called out, stopping him in his tracks. "Meet me in the ring," she told him, walking backwards down the hall.

"I thought you said bags only," he looked at her curiously.

"This finisher is different," she smiled and it was genuine this time.

Less than ten minutes later, Joe wandered up to the practice ring to find Mikaela attaching the bottom bungee of a double end bag so that it was suspended even with where Jon's head was. "Thank you, baby," she said with a wink, kissing him before he whispered something in her ear and exited the ring. "Okay, big guy, get in here," she crooked her finger at him, waiting until he stood opposite her. "I'm going to show you the Superman Punch. It is used a lot in the UFC and a knockout. I think it works with you because of your power but also will show you're quick on your feet and can catch air. I don't think the company needs to see another power man that fights on his heels. That just sucks and is fucking pointless. They have plenty of those already and I don't think your trainers are interested in stamping out another clone," she darted her eyes at Regal, who smiled, shaking his head. "So I know you played football but I am hoping you've played some hoops at some point in your life because if I need to teach you basketball, I will send Vince a bill. Can you do a lay-up?"

"I can do a lay-up," he nodded his head and leaned forward, "and will you try not to be nervous?" he whispered, holding on to the leather bag.

"Rambling again, am I?" she grimaced when he nodded with a grin. "Sorry, I'll try to work on that. Okay, Joe, you're a big man and you are definitely not fucking lanky so you will need all three steps of that lay-up to propel yourself high enough for the punch you'll deliver as you come down. If this was a real fight, your weight and downward momentum would put the biggest man down for the count. I've done it and I don't have your weight or strength. For right now, I want you to work the three steps and jump, when you get your upper body even if not higher than the bag then we'll move on. Move it, big guy," she jutted her chin out and moved to lean against the turnbuckle behind him.

"Hey, stranger!" Phil patted the back of her calf, holding up his hands when she spun around.

"Hey, Mr. WWE Champion! To what do we underlings owe the pleasure of your esteemed presence?" she grinned, sitting down to be on eye level with him.

"I'm making an appearance at the show tonight, tag teaming with Colby and decided I'd come down early to see what the kids are up to. I heard Regal conned you into working with the rookies. Must have been the accent huh?" he grinned, laughing when she shook her head. "You're going soft in your old age, sweetheart. What do you have him working on?" he jutted his chin out towards Joe.

"Right now just lay-ups but when I'm done, hopefully a fucking kick ass Superman Punch," she wagged her eyebrows, glancing over her shoulder to see how high his jump was.

"Want to hit the mats and spar while the rookie is working on catching air?" he nudged her knee, laying on a delightful grin that was impossible to refuse.

"Let's hit it, old man," she rolled out of the ring, laughing when he shoulder bumped her.

Jon noticed the others wandering off; their attention focused elsewhere and followed them to find Phil grappling with Mikaela on the mats. He really did love to see his lady cut loose but in this case, a smirk formed on his face when something fell into place. His lady disobeyed him.

"Joe did well on his first day. He was getting close to the mark," Mikaela said in a subdued tone, trying to fill the silence in the car.

"Yeah, he was doing great," Jon agreed, keeping his eyes on the road.

"It was nice seeing Phil after all these months," she added a few minutes later, glancing at Jon nervously when he kept his answers short and to the point, not even holding her hand during the drive like he usually does.

"It sure looked like you enjoyed the reunion," he said with a furrowed brow, hitting the remote on the dash to open their gate. He hid his smirk when he pulled into the garage and shut off the engine. "Stay right there," he grabbed her wrist when she went to open the door before getting out, crossing to her side, opened the door and took her hand to help her out. "Come with me, Princess," he kept a firm hold of her hand, led her into the house and took her straight to their bedroom. "Stand right there," he left her in the center of the room and went to sit on the edge of the bed. "Want to tell me what you did wrong today?" he asked casually, glancing up at her with scrutinizing eyes.

Mikaela instantly began to fidget, averting her eyes to the floor. "I let Phil touch me," she said after licking her suddenly dry lips.

"And why is that wrong?" he looked at her sideways, enjoying the way her breasts heaved in air.

"Because I'm yours and no one touches what's yours," she said in a hitched breath, keeping her gaze lowered. 'Holy shit, I can't believe he's going through with this,' she thought to herself, feeling nervous as sin.

"That's right," he said in a stern tone but a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth while she wasn't looking. "Now I want you to come here, drop your pants and bend over my knee," he arched a brow when her eyes snapped up to his face. "Come on, Mick," he crooked his finger at her and patted his left leg. He maintained a straight face as she took a deep breath and moved to stand between his legs. He let his eyes drop to her hands untying her yoga pants and swallowed a groan when she pushed them down to her knees. 'Fuck, that smooth pussy is going to be the death of me,' he thought as his eyes focused on his prize. "Bend over, Mick, and brace your hands on the floor," he had to bite back his laughter when she full-on pouted before bending over his knee and presented her ass to him for punishment.

Mikaela felt her face flush with embarrassment at her current position and predicament. She'd never been spanked once in her life and here she was; her ass sticking up in the air, bent over Jon's knee like a petulant child waiting to be disciplined under a heavy hand.

"You have such a beautiful ass, Mick," Jon said in a fond tone, smiling when she tensed as he ran his hand over the curve of her right cheek. "You have such a high threshold to pain, baby, that this may take a while before you learn your lesson," he said in a soothing tone before the first smack landed.

The force of the first one took her by surprise, causing her to suck in a deep breath. The second one forced the air from her lungs. Jon rained down hard slaps to each cheek until she was gritting her teeth with sweat beading her forehead. She had no idea how many in before she was gasping for breath. Her ass was on fire and he appeared to have enough stamina to keep this shit up all fucking night.

"I need to ask you a question, Princess, and I want the truth or this will continue until you can't sit for a month," he said in a sing-song tone. Her body was trembling uncontrollably but she had yet to utter a sound, not even a whimper. His girl was made of stern stuff. "What did you do to Taylor?" he asked in a low tone and felt her tense up again.

"I didn't do anything," she sniffled, her broken voice telling him she was in fact in tears from her lesson.

"Don't lie to me," he growled out, raining down several more smacks.

"I'm not lying, Jon! You just need to word the question right!" she cried out, shaking violently from the sting in her backside.

"What did you have done to him?" he asked after a minute of thought.

"I had some acquaintances make him disappear…for good…after they treated him to the same abuse he put you through," she sobbed.

"Fuck," he whispered, slipping his hands under her upper body and thighs, rolling her back until she was cradled on his lap. "Why did you do that?" he asked with emotional eyes, shaking her before staring at her tear-stained face.

"Did you think I would really let him live after what he did to you? Me, of all people, let a fucking sadistic rapist live after what he put you through? No fucking chance in hell," she choked out, tears streaming down her face.

"Fuck, baby," he pulled her against his chest, letting her cry into his shirt, holding her tight and kissed the top of her head. 'This woman killed for me, fucking Christ,' he clenched his eyes, feeling them mist over.

"Are you going to leave me?" she broke down, clutching to him desperately while she struggled for breath.

"Hell no, Mick, and calm down, baby. I don't need you hyperventilating on me," he cupped her chin, lifting her face and kissed her trembling lips. "No one has ever done anything for me like you have, not ever. My life has only gotten better with each passing day since I met you," he said softly, hugging her to his chest again.

"My ass is killing me," she mumbled into his shirt-clad chest and he burst out laughing, despite the tears in his eyes.

"I'm sure it is but you deserved it," he smiled against her hair, feeling that warmth in his chest continue to spread.

"I did, I disobeyed you. I'm sorry," she whimpered when his thigh shifted and brushed against her blazing bottom.

"I forgive you, Princess. Besides, I think it'll be a while before you can break that rule again by grappling with Phil. No way your ass can take any pressure against it," he chuckled.

"I hope that isn't true," she sniffled, looking up into his eyes. At his curious glance, she grabbed his wrist and directed it between her legs. Jon's fingers zeroed in on her pussy, swiping along her drenched folds before slipping into her body.

"That's my girl," he growled, standing up and moving her up the bed. "Your choice, baby. Either your ass burns from rubbing against the sheets or from my pelvis slapping it while I fuck the shit out of you," he said in a rush while he stripped off her pants and pulled off her sports bra before peeling off his clothes. "On your back or hands and knees, darlin?"

She wordlessly rolled over on to her knees, her chest resting on the bed with her arms stretched out in front of her. She was kneeling submissively before him, her crimson red ass sticking up in the air.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Jon groaned, gripping her hips and driving his cock into her sopping wet pussy. He could not stop the chuckle when she whimpered and cried out with every slap of his pelvis against that burning ass.

AN: A special shout-out to my chica, BrodieBlue! Check out her lovely DomDean stories; His Property and The Discipline. A sinful delight if you can handle a Master/Slave dynamic. If you can't then stay the hell out. He isn't a fluffy character by any means but damn sexy if you have a thing for that kind of kink. Obviously I do.