A/N: Hahaha, WHOOPS, totally forgot to add in the part where he told Randy about his 'report' that Randy made him think about. Shit. Oh well, use your imagination and pretend it happened. Thanks. Anyway, don't forget Orton isn't apart of the WWE, never has been, doesn't know these wrestlers. Just a reminder. Now, let's see what comes of Saraya being brought to the hotel! Here's the next chapter! Enjoy
I open my eyes and see the familiar sight of Saraya staring at me and sunlight pouring in through the window, but this time with the background setting as the hotel. I smile for a moment, before a thought jumps in my head and I quickly sit up. "How'd you get in here?! Did he let you in?! Did you see him?!" I ask, in a panic, my heart racing. "Calm down, John. I didn't see him. I got here, told the guy my name, he called your Master, I'm assuming, and told him his guest was here, and that was that. A lady brought me up to the room and you were laying here passed out. You were mumbling in your sleep, so that sufficed as a life check, I took off your blindfold, and I let you rest. There was a note for me though. Fucker spelled my name wrong." She says, reaching over and grabbing a note from the nightstand and handing it to me.
Sariyah,
John's resting. He's taken a lot tonight. Please let him rest.
Please watch over him as well. Keep him safe.
Feel free to enjoy all the room's and hotel's amenities on the room number's tab.
Checkout when you please tomorrow.
Thank you.
I smile at the note for a moment, before placing it on the nightstand again. "So…did you two have sex? There's a blinding glow around you. I can barely see." She dramatically squints and shields her eyes, and I laugh out. "Shut up. No, actually. He blew me though. No, he more than blew me. I can't describe what he did to me. He broke me again though. But before all that, he admitted something to me." I say. "What?" She asks. "He said I'm the only one he treats this way. I'm the only one he treats intimately and sees privately and without pay. He says he doesn't even kiss his other 'clients', not so much as a peck. He told me I'm special, and his good boy, and that he was just drawn to me. That's what starting frying me. Then came the blowjob. He held off me cumming waaay longer than I ever have held off. He made me repeat that I'm a good boy till I just started crying from the pain and realization. After that, I just cried myself to sleep." I explain. "Ya know. He actually sounds good for you. He's definitely doing something for you. He seems to be working. Seems we really did get you some help when we got you a fix." She chuckles.
"Can I ask you something?" I ask, worried about her reaction to my question. "Yeah, what's up?" She asks. "Do you ever get upset that I have sessions with this guy?" I ask. "No, not at all. I told you that I support you on this decision!" She answers. "That's not what I mean. I know that. I…ugh…I don't know how to phrase this. Do you ever get upset that I'm with him, and Ashley, and Punk, and Wade, as well as you?" I ask. "Oh…uhm…no. It's…no. I understand, ya know? I mean, I've slept with Punk one or two times. I was messing with Colby at the same time as ya'll. I…it's totally okay. You do what you want. I just…it's fine." She sputters out. "Are you sure?" I ask. "Yeah, totally." She nods.
"You look like you're about to cry." I sigh. "No, not at all. Sorry." She shakes her head, blinking a bunch of times.
"Can I ask another question?" I ask. "If you must." She mumbles, and I sigh before continuing, "Does it ever bother you that I mess with guys?" I ask, and Saraya punches me in the arm, "Are you seriously asking me that? Of course I don't care! That doesn't bother me at all!" She yells.
I know it doesn't. I don't know why I asked. I think that that's the most positive thing I know about her is that she doesn't mind. She's actually quite amused by it. She gets quite a kick out of it. I remember one time she texted me that she was coming over to have sex. I got everything fully prepared, but when she got to my house, this crazy chick had a strap-on. She told me that it was her turn to fuck me. She said she wanted to see my face, hear my moans. That was an amazing night. It's got repeated a few more times before too.
"You just seem to always have a weird look on your face when I'm with Punk, or Stu, or talk about Master." I shrug. "John, I have the same look when you're with Ashley as well, I'm sure." She explains. "Yeah, I guess you do," I nod, "But see, that brings me back to my first question. Why do you make that face if you're okay with it?" I ask. "I don't know, John. Maybe I just have a problem with intimacy in front of me. I don't know. Damn!" She starts getting frustrated. "You're one of the most loving people I know, though. Why would it bother you?" I ask. "John! I don't know! Leave it at that!" She yells.
"I'm sorry." I mumble, looking away. "No, no. Don't do that. Don't apologize. I'm sorry. I am. I…ugh!" She buries her head against my body for a moment, before pulling away and trying to breath steadily. "You look like you're about to cry. It's okay to cry. You tell me that all that time. Just cry. You'll feel better." I whisper. "No. I'm not going to cry. These tears are not going to fall. I don't care about crying. I don't have a problem with it. But these specific tears can't fall." She explains. "I-I'm confused." I mumble, completely lost.
I don't understand what's wrong with her. I don't understand what's going on with her emotions and stuff.
"John?" She calls out, grabbing onto my body and clinging to me. "Yeah, Saraya?" I answer. "You love me don't you?" She asks, sounding almost in a panic. "Of course!" I reply. "Make love to me, please." She whispers. "What?" I ask, looking at her as if she were crazy. The idea of making love to her isn't crazy or anything, it's just the entire situation and the fact that she's asking for it instead of making it happen. That and the fact that she's asking to be made love to. "Please. Please make love to me. Please." She repeats. I just stare at her like she's crazy. "JOHN!" She screams. "Okay! Okay." I reply, and she wraps her arms tightly around me.
I sigh and roll us over to lay her on her back, laying her against the pillows and leaning down to kiss her lips. She kisses back softly, slowly, with so much passion, her fingers tickling and trailing along my neck and shoulders, my fingers entangling in her hair or caressing along her half-nude chest. I move my lips from hers, along her cheek, to her neck, leaving soft butterfly kisses along it, her giving soft gasps per kiss, her body angling up towards my own. "I hope you're okay, Ry," I whisper against her neck, "I love you too much to let something be wrong with you." Before I can place another kiss, she pulls me back to her lips, this kiss more harder, yet, just as passionate as the last. "I love you too, John." She whispers back, and I give her a quick smile and 'nother kiss, before trailing down to her chest.
I give two kisses to her exposed chest, before unclasping her bra and dropping it to the floor. My tongues trails around her hardened nipples again, and again, and again, before sucking softly on each of them, soft moans and quick gasps escaping her lips, her clutching at my shoulders. I move down and give a few kisses to her stomach before reaching her little thong, slowly pulling it down her pale, toned legs, tossing them to the floor as well. I spread her legs and give a few licks to her slit, her crying out in pleasure as she grips at my head. I graze her clit with my teeth before proceeding to suck on it, a finger trailing to her entrance and slipping inside her. My fingers work inside her as I eat her out enough till she's adequately wet, her body tasting so damn sweet.
After grabbing a condom from my wallet and getting it on, I lean up and position myself between her legs, positioning myself at her entrance, and lean down to kiss her lips the moment I slide inside her, and I feel her suck the air from my body. Her nails dig into my skin as I give slow strokes within her body, her love box being so hot, so wet, so damn sweet. I bury my face in her neck and just smile against her skin as I listen to her barely get my name past her lips, hear her moans and cries, feel her bite against my shoulder, beg for more, beg for me.
I whisper sweet sentiments in her ear, all the while praying that this is fixing whatever is wrong, praying that whatever her problem is disappears. I hate seeing her sad, I hate seeing her cry, and I hate not understanding what's wrong or knowing what I can do to fix it. I hate not being able to fix her.
It's not long before her nails dig deeper, her moans turn to slight screams, and her body begins squeezing tighter on me, my dick being suffocated inside her. "Cum, love." I whisper to her, increasing the speed of my thrusts ever so slightly. It doesn't take long before she reaches her orgasm, her body shaking in my arms, those beautiful cries music to my ears. It doesn't take much longer before I reach my end as well, the vision of such a beautiful sight having quickly brought me to my end. I cum into the condom, then lightly collapse on her. I kiss along her neck for awhile, before deciding to pull out.
I climb out of bed, pull the condom off, and throw it in the trashcan. When I turn around, I see Saraya sound asleep. I give a really deep sigh, then head back to the bed. I climb back in bed, pulling her into my arms, and close my eyes, deciding to just check us out whenever she wakes up.
Next Chapter
So I may or may not have had to practically beg for this session, but I don't care. I just couldn't wait to see…be with him again. Can you blame me? He got us a hotel room. He blew me. He held me while I slept. He told me…he told me things I would have never thought I'd ever hear from him. This session practically wrote itself! I mean, what's so wrong with having another one just two days later anyway? And besides! I spent the time between well. I visited Ashley and she helped me with my character building. I think I deserve this!
"Mr. Cena. Back so soon?" I hear a woman's voice as I approach the concierge desk, and I look up to see the woman who'd escorted me to the room the first time. "I am." I blush. "With the same person I assume? He did book a room last minute." She explains, and a bit of envy runs through me for a moment at the fact that she knows his name and I don't. "Yes, same person. Had to beg a bit. Sorry he booked so late." I reply. "No problem at all. Come with me." She says as she walks around the desk, and I nod and follow her to the elevators.
"So did you enjoy yourself last time? He left while you stayed, so I assume you had lots of fun." She chuckles. "Uh, yeah. It was great." I blush a bit more. "Fantastic. If there's anything you two need, don't hesitate to ask." She explains. "Oh, alright." I mumble.
What is it that we'd need that they'd supply to us? I guess those 'availabilities' they have in that 'private shop'.
"Your guest. Who was she, may I ask?" She asks. "A friend. He wanted someone to stay while he left." I explain. "Ahh. So you guys definitely did have a good time." She chuckles. "Yeah." I reply.
We approach the room and she unlocks it for me. "Well, enjoy your stay. You two have fun." She smirks, hands me the key, then walks away. "Thank you!" I yell after her, but she just throws a hand up in the form of a wave, then disappears into the elevator.
I need to remember to ask Master what exactly it is about this room and that lady. I mean, I know what it is, but…I want specifics.
I enter the room and begin stripping down as I pick up the note on the bed.
Johnny,
Today will be simple.
Strip to your underwear, and lay down.
-Master.
I shrug and leave my briefs on. What's he mean simple? That's got me curious. I fold up my clothes, sit them in the chair, lay the note on the nightstand, then lay down in the bed. Once I'm comfortable, I put on the blindfold and just relax.
"Hi, Johnny." I only had to wait about 5 minutes, give or take, for him to come in. "Hi, Master!" I smile, sitting up a bit. "Listen, I've had a long day. Today's been complete bullshit, and I'm tired. I don't feel like doing anything to you tonight. I honestly don't have the energy. You're lucky I even made agreed to come to this session." He explains, and my face drops a bit. "Oh. Well…we don't have to do anything this session. You can just lay with me! Just being with you is reward enough. We can just talk if you'd like. We don't have to do anything." I reply. I want him to hold me like he did last time and just tell me what I want to hear. "Fine. But if we're going to talk, it's going to be about things that help you get better. That's it. Understand?" He asks, and I can hear that he's stripping off some or all of his clothes as he speaks. "Yes, Master." I answer. "Good boy." He whispers, then climbs into bed.
He lies down next to me, and I quickly roll over onto my side. "Hi." I smile. "Hi." He chuckles. "I did something good yesterday. I think you'll approve." I mention. "What is it that you did?" He asks. "I went to Ashley's house and she helped me make a list. It's a list of all the reasons I should be happy on one side, and all the good things about me on the other side. I'm supposed to look at it when I get sad or upset so that I'll feel better about my life." I explain. "Such a good boy! I'm proud of you for doing that, Johnny. I really am." He lays a hand to my face, and I hear the true emotion in his voice.
"Thank you, Master! See I'm getting better. I can do what you want me to." I say excitedly. "Yes. You are getting better. You're a very good boy. What do good boys deserve?" He asks. "Good boys deserve good things!" I smile. "Correct." He whispers, then suddenly his lips are on mine. I lean into the kiss and his tongue slowly snakes into my mouth as his hands cup my face. "Thank you, Master." I whisper once he pulls away. "You're welcome." He pecks my lips again.
"I think there may be a problem in my life." I say with a sigh. "Another one?" He asks, and I can tell by the way that he said it that he rolled his eyes or something. "Yes. It's a recent one, though." I reply. "What is it?" He asks. "I think Saraya is jealous." I mumble. "Jealous? Why? Of what?" He asks. "Of my relationships with other people. You, and some of my other friends. She told me she's supportive of my decision to see you, and I believe that, but I still think she's jealous. I think she's jealous when I'm with other people too." I explain. "You two dated before, right?" He asks, bringing up what I told him in my report the other day. "Yes, Master." I answer. "Did she ever get over that?" He asks. "I don't know. She said she did. She said she is." I answer. "Who are these other people that you see? People like me, or?..." He asks. "No! You're the only one I let do these things to me…professionally. The other people are my exes. Ashley, Punk, and Stu, that I told you about. I mean, I've dated them all at some point, but we're all just friends now. We occasionally sleep together, and they all kiss me a lot, and I think Saraya doesn't like that." I sigh.
"Does she say that it bothers her? Have you asked her?" He asks. "Yes, I asked her recently. She said it doesn't bother her at all and she's fine with it." I answer. "Then it doesn't bother her." He replies. "But she cried after it, and then she freaked out, then she asked me to make love to her. It was a really weird situation. And then all that after asking her if she was jealous?" I shrug. "Then maybe she is jealous. Do you like her back?" He asks. "I love her. I'm in love with her. We both agreed we can't be together though. We hurt each other too much." I sigh. "You hurt each other too much, or you hurt her and want her to hurt you too much?" He asks, and I sit in silence for a moment. "I never thought of it like that."
Look at him trying to fry my brain again.
Ugh.
"You going to be okay? Did I help any?" He asks. "Yes, you helped. Thank you." I smile. "You're welcome." He lays a hand to my face.
"So why was your day all bad and junk?" I ask. "Stupid clients. Fatigued from working out. Just stress. I'm just really tired and irritated. You're such a good boy though. Being with you has calmed me down." He says, then kisses me again. "I'm glad I can help." I blush.
"What do you want?" He asks. "Excuse me?" I ask back. "What do you want? What would you like? I want to do something for you." He explains, and I sit and think.
I could ask for another blowjob. That was Heavenly.
Then again, I could ask to be unmasked.
Or for sex!
Maybe that's pushing it, though. I don't think he'd like that. Especially since he's irritated. He might leave if I do.
Maybe I should just ask for another amazing blowjob.
But wait…maybe I could—
"I think I know what I want." I smile. "What is that?" He asks. "I, uhm, well…I want to taste you." I answer. "You've already tasted me." He answers, leaning in and kissing me, his tongue slipping in my mouth. "No, that's not what I mean. I want to taste…you. I want to return the blowjob from the other day." I explain, blushing hard. "Hmm…I don't know, Johnny." He sighs. I know he hates being personable, likes making things about me and only me, never about him, but... I need this. God, I need this. "Please. I can just imagine what you taste like. I dream about getting to taste you. Please. I can make you feel so good!" I plead. "I bet you can." He whispers, running a hand down my face. "Can I?" I ask again, sticking out my bottom lip. I hear him chuckle, then I feel him suck on my bottom lip.
"Sit up with your back against the headboard." He whispers, and I quickly follow his orders, hoping that he's actually going to let me. I sit up and sit against the headboard as I hear him unbuckling pants. He gets off the bed and I hear him strip down. Once his pants and whatever else is off, he climbs back on the bed and I feel his hands on top of my head. "You sure you want this?" He asks. "Yes, Master." I answer.
His hands slide down my face, to my body, and eventually end at my hands. He grabs my hands and pulls them up, and behind me to grab the headboard. "You do not let go of this headboard, do you understand me?" He commands. "I understand, Master." I answer.
"Good. Now…do you want me to fuck your mouth?" He asks, and I can feel his breath hit my face. "God, yes." I reply. "Say it. I want to hear you say it. Beg for it!" He commands. "Please, Master. I want you to fuck my mouth so hard. I want to feel you down my throat. Master, please fuck my mouth. Wanna taste your cum. Master, fuck my mouth, ple—"
I'm cut off by his cock at my lips. I quit talking and open my mouth wider, and he slides in and I can feel that he's huge. I try to push my head further, but he pulls out.
"Don't fucking move. Don't move at all. Not your hands, and not your head. Don't." He scolds. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry." I reply, hanging my head in guilt.
"Be a good boy and open up." He says, and I quickly lift my head and open my mouth back up. Again he slides in, pushing as far in as he can go. "Do you gag?" He asks. "Kinda." I attempt to say around my mouthful, and he groans in amusement. "Good. This should be fun." He says, then pulls out and pushes back in slowly.
He keeps a slow pace, teasing me for a while. I whimper in impatience, and I hear him chuckle again. He pushes in till he hits the back of my throat. "Breathe." He commands. I get my breathing under check, knowing what's coming next. He slowly begins sliding in more and I cough a bit, gagging, but quickly get it under control. I hear him laugh some more, and I roll my eyes behind my mask. I'm so glad he's amused by the fact that I can't handle his thick cock down my throat. I try my best at pleasuring him as I'm damn near dying, running my tongue along the underside of his cock as I swallow. That doesn't work though, it only gets me to gag more. I'm not used to this slow cock sucking, dammit. I'm used to a guy just plowi—
Master suddenly pulls out and begins thrusting into my mouth, hard and fast. That's what I'm used to. I hollow my cheeks and give a continuous suck as he plows my mouth. Goddamn, my throat is getting raw really fast. That burn gets more and more prominent. "Ah, fuck, I knew you could work wonders with that sexy, nasty, little mouth of yours." He groans, and I give an appreciative hum around his cock, getting him to increase his speed.
I wish I could see his face, see the pleasure I'm providing him clear on his face.
"You ready for this load, Johnny?" He asks, and I nod and hum around my mouthful. A few more thrusts before he plants himself at the back of my throat and delivers this good boy his good thing. The cum spills down, soothing my burned throat, and I do my best at trying to swallow all of his treat, but some dribbles out of my mouth and down my chin.
When he finally pulls out of my mouth, I feel him kneel down over my lap and begin lapping up the cum that spilled out of my mouth. Once I'm cleaned up, he leans in and kisses my lips, shoving his tongue in my mouth, feeding me all I missed. I have to tightly grip the headboard to keep from wrapping my arms around his neck.
After a thorough make-out session, he pulls away and I can feel his breath at my ear.
"Did you enjoy that?" He asks. "Hell yes. But did I please you, Master?" I asks, turning my head towards where he should be, and he cups my face and kisses my lips again, "You more than pleased me, Johnny." He replies. "Good." I smile wide. He just gives an appreciative hum.
"Can I put my hands down now?" I ask. "To your sides, yes." He replies, and I give a small huff and drop my hands to my lap.
"What now?" I ask. "We don't have much time left." He answers. "I thought we don't have a time limit here." I whine. "We don't, however I do have other things to do, John." He explains, and I frown at him not calling me 'Johnny'. "What are you doing for the rest of the day?" I ask, curiously. "I have a meeting at the gym with a trainer, then I have two sessions tonight." He answers. "Two?" I ask. "Yes." I feel his hand caress my cheek, as if taunting me that he's seeing other people than me.
"Can I ask you something? It's…a bit...personal, I guess." I ask. "Maybe. What's your question?" He asks back. "Do you have a girlfriend? …Or boyfriend?" I ask, and he chuckles a bit, "You think this job allows for a boyfriend or girlfriend? What person do you know that would be that secure in a relationship?" He asks. "You said you don't touch anyone else intimately but me. What's there to be insecure about? What about a pet? Do you have a man or woman as a pet?" I ask. "No, I don't have a pet either. And I may not touch anyone else intimately, but I'm around naked people almost everyday. I'm pleasuring people, in a sense, almost every day. Wouldn't that bother you?" He asks. "No. I know it's a job. As long as you don't touch them the way you touch me. I can distinguish work and play. You'd come home and I'd have food waiting for you. Then I'd take you to the bedroom and pleasure you, before you pleasure me. I'd be a great boyfriend…or Pet. I wouldn't complain about your job, because I know it's just that. A job. There's people out there like that. Or at least…I'm like that." I hold out my opened hand, holding it up till I can feel his chest's body heat and know I'm just barely touching him. I hold it there till he grabs it and holds it. I don't know what I'm trying, what I'm working at, but…whatever it is…I hope it's working.
"You're such a good boy." He whispers. "Your good boy?" It's a slight beg, full of desperation. "My good boy, Johnny." He squeezes my hand, then pecks my lips. I go to speak, but he continues again, "As lovely as that sounds, I don't want a boyfriend, girlfriend, or pet. I have plenty of things going on already." He mentions. "Your decision. Companionship never hurt, though. Everyone needs someone." I shrug.
"We're approaching our last few minutes, Johnny." He warns, and I know it's because he just wants off this topic. Come to think of it, I want off this topic too. "You can just leave now. I don't really feel good." I mumble. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asks.
Claim me.
I don't answer. I just lower my head from his stare. "I'm going out of town tomorrow for a bit. We won't be able to see each other for about week." He explains, and I shrug, "Kay." I reply, and he sighs. "I'll call you the day I get back, okay?" He explains. "Kay." I again reply, and I hear him groan in irritation. "Would you still like your goodbye kiss?" He asks, but I don't answer. He sighs, cups my face, and kisses me deeply. "Enjoy the rest of your night, and your trip." I mumble. "Goodbye, Johnny. Next time will be better, I promise. See you in a week." He replies.
I just sink into the bed and wait for him to leave so I can go home and forget all about this stupid session.
A/N: So after all the good stuff and things looking up for John, things seemed to have taken a nasty turn, huh? First the Saraya drama. What's up with her? And then John and Randy's playtime going from really great, to really bad. Hopefully with a week to cool off, their next meet-up will go much, much better, and hopefully the next time John sees Paige, she'll have figured things out too. Also, we're getting real close to them taking things to the next level! ;) Please leave reviews with your thoughts/guesses/etc! Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading :)
