DISCLAIMER: As much as it breaks my heart to admit it, I do not own anyone or anything connected to Vince McMahon and his awesomeness. I can only claim property rights of OC.

The ticking of the mantel clock was loud in the silence of the room. The hour was well past midnight and the night's festivities were in full swing. However, in her private chambers, far away from the flurry of activities downstairs, it was blessedly silent. Reclining in her favorite chair, the Mistress recorded her thoughts in a leather bound journal. It was a habit she'd had for as long as she could remember. Not a single night passed without jotting down at least a line or two. The sound of the door opening drew her attention away from the neat lines of script. She glanced up to see Laurent standing nearby.

"Forgive me for interrupting but you have a guest, milady." Laurent's voice was low.

"Send them away, dear. I haven't strength for visitors tonight." The Mistress' voice was filled with exhaustion. She didn't glance up as Laurent placed a cup of tea on the table at her elbow.

"Are you sure, Madam? He seems rather persistent." Laurent's tone was soft.

He hoped his voice didn't betray any of the concern he felt. At least three nights this week she had retired to her private quarters at an obscenely early hour. There was no need for her to plead exhaustion. Lines of fatigue marred her pretty features. Her usually bright eyes were dull and had lost their sparkle. Her delicate skin had lost its peaches and cream complexion. In short, she looked bone weary.

The Mistress sighed softly as she placed the heavy silver pen in the crease of the leather bound journal. She studied the neat lines of script as she gathered her thoughts. The last thing she wanted was to deal with more demands; especially from someone who had graced them with their uninvited presence. She'd been up since before sunrise overseeing the million details that demanded her attention. All she wanted was a few quiet moments to gather her thoughts and write them down. Was that truly too much to ask? Apparently so. Setting the journal beside the delicate porcelain tea cup, she rose from her chair. She shook the wrinkles from her silk dressing gown. Slowly she turned to face Laurent.

"I take it he's waiting in the parlor? I'll be there in a moment."

Laurent nodded slightly before turning away. He hoped that the gentleman would not tarry with his business. The Mistress seemed more fragile than he could ever remember seeing her. He hoped for her sake, the impromptu meeting would not cause undue distress. Quickly he made his way downstairs to the foyer. As he crossed the quiet expanse, he straightened his suit jacket and smoothed a palm over his hair. As he reached the doorway of the parlor, he studied the intruder with sharp eyes. This man was no stranger. In fact, he was quite popular with the doves. Stepping into the room, Laurent forced himself to take a calming breath.

"The Mistress will join us momentarily."

John Cena turned slightly to face the man standing in the doorway. He nodded once in response. The two men stared at each other without a single word passing between them. Laurent had the impression that Master Cena was not in his usual jovial mood. Something far more intense brought the steely look into his blue eyes.

"I do hope there is a reason you've decided to impinge on our hospitality." The Mistress' voice was soft as she stepped into the room. She took a moment to study the man across the room. His body was rigid as he stood before the barren fireplace.

John gave Laurent a dismissing look before turning his attention to the Mistress. She stood in the shadows of the entry way. A flash of aggravation moved over him as he squinted to make out her features. What was her reason for constantly staying in the shadows? What was she trying to hide? Giving a mental shrug, he focused on the matter at hand.

"Thank you for agreeing to see me." John's voice held a note of something he couldn't name. Aggravation? Annoyance? A combination of both?

Her soft laugh floated across the otherwise still room. "I assume you didn't ask to see me solely for the purpose of exchanging pleasantries."

John took a steadying breath. The chastising tone of her voice did nothing to soothe his tautly stretched nerves. He bit back an angry retort and nodded instead.

"If I remember correctly, an invitation has not been issued to you. Am I correct, Laurent?"

Laurent cleared his throat as he edged closer to her side. "Yes, milady."

She made a soft sound in the back of her throat as she nodded, "Perhaps you'd care to explain to me why you've demanded to been seen this evening."

John bit back a wave of irritation and focused on the task at hand. If he unintentionally pissed her off his visit would be for naught. It was not a chance he could take. Taking a deep breath he took a step forward.

"I've had a really bad day and I thought ..."

John's impassioned plea trailed off as he realized the Mistress was slowly shaking her head. He could barely pick her out of the thick shadows but he had the impression that her slender arms were folded neatly across her middle. Her perfectly manicured nails tapped lightly against her elbow.

"Do forgive me for being so blunt but you're not the only one that's had a bad day. That does not give you cart blanch to invade when you see fit. I assure you that when the time is right, an invitation will be sent. Until then, I bid you good eve."

She made a small motion to Laurent, indicating that he should escort their guest to the door.

John watched in a mix of shock and anger as she quietly left the room. Shit! This was so not going the way he'd planned. He expected to plead a logical case, implore her sense of fairness. He never expected to be dismissed him so coolly. It was not something he could take lightly. Before he had a chance to think about what he was doing, he crossed the parlor and stepped into the foyer. The Mistress was slowly crossing the wide expanse. His much longer strides ate the distance between them. She was half way up the stairs when he crossed the room.

"You have to listen to me." John tried to keep his anger in check. He just wanted five minutes to explain himself. "I was hoping you would show a little mercy." It took all of his willpower to keep his tone neutral.

She didn't even turn around as she spoke, "Unfortunately, I'm not inclined to agree. Once again, Master Cena, I bid you good night."

He fought back the urge to go to her, to force her to listen to reason. His brain worked furiously, trying to grasp the words that would make her see reason. She was a woman that believed in fate. She'd proven that the night of the unexpected poker game. For one night she'd gathered a select few and let skill decide the winner. Clarity came to him in an instant. He realized that appealing to her emotional side would not win her over. Logic would be his ally.

"Aren't you the one that said fortune favors the bold?"

If the room had not been so quiet he would have missed her sharp inhale. "Indeed I am." Her voice held a slightly whimsical note. "How could I have forgotten?"

She shifted subtly; her small hand reaching out to grasp the banister. "I find myself unable to deny that I have said that to you. However, that does not mean I will tolerate such disrespect."

John took a deep breath and immediately felt contrite. He should not have demanded her attention and her agreement. His head dropped slightly as he looked at his scuff sneakers. He felt worse than he ever had. Words failed him.

"I have ever been one respect a man for pursuing what he wants. I know you have good reason for barging in." As if sensing he was about to speak, she slowly shook her head. "I won't ask for an explanation. What would it accomplish at this point? I sincerely hope that you will not take my kindness for weakness."

John shook his head and he bit down the urge to say something.

Turning slightly to the side, she made a small motion to Laurent who was standing nearby. He immediately came to stand in front of John. He gave John a hard glare before straightening his suit jacket. He turned sharply and ascended the stairs. A moment of nearly silently conversation passed between Laurent and the Mistress. After what seemed like an eternity, she spoke.

"You have precisely two hours, Master Cena. I do hope you can conduct your business within that time. When the clock strikes three Laurent will escort you out. Willing or not."

Without a backward glance she climbed the stairs and disappeared from sight.

Laurent made a small sound in the back of his throat and motioned for John to mount the stairs. He quickly climbed the marble expanse and followed the curve to the left. John sucked in a breath as he realized he'd never been to this part of the mansion before. This was entirely different than what he'd previously observed. The same opulence was evident however, the décor was vastly different. The ceiling was painted dark gray with small stars expertly crafted. It made John think of a night sky. The paintings hanging between the doors belonged in a museum. He fought back a rush of heat as his gaze moved from one nude painting to the next. He came to stand behind Laurent as he pulled a key from his pocket. Without a word he handed the brass ring to John. He studied the other man with shrewd eyes that were filled with anger. He knew Laurent's change in attitude was a direct result of the encounter downstairs. John took the key without comment.

Stepping away from the door, Laurent nailed him with a hard look. "You have precisely two hours, sire."

John nodded slightly as Laurent turned on his heel and strode down the hall. Without a word he disappeared down the stairs. John heaved a relieved sigh as he turned to the door. Fuck! This was not going the way he'd planned. In fact, everything had blown up in his face. He knew the fact that he was standing here was nothing short of a miracle. But the events leading up to getting his way made him feel like second class scum. He was even more pissed off than he was when he first arrived. He hadn't mean to upset anyone; especially the Mistress. If it wasn't for her, none of this would even be possible and yet he'd managed to cause her quite a bit of distress.

Forcing his guilty thoughts to the side, he quickly unlocked the door and shoved the key into his pocket. He opened the door and stepped inside. The room was a collection of shadows. The only light came from a small lamp across the room. The milky circle of light did little to chase away the deep shadows. Turning in a slow circle he surveyed his surroundings. The king sized bed captured his attention. The peacock blue comforter was peeled back, revealing dark green sheets. The contrast of the white pillows was stark. He was curious to find out what woman would call this space her own.

With that thought in mind, John turned toward the door connecting to the bathroom. He glanced inside but saw nothing at first. Taking a step forward, the flutter of movement caught his attention. Silently he moved to the doorway and watched as the woman carefully pinned her dark hair atop her head. She was wearing a short silk robe. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he realized her robe was very similar to the Mistress'. The only difference was the color. The Mistress' had been pale pink. This one was black as night. John watched her reflection in the wide mirror as her elegant hands moved to the tie of her robe. With a sensual movement, she freed the knot and let the robe slither to the floor.

Her nudity made his breath catch in his throat. His gaze moved down the length of her back and over the twin globes of her ass. She had a small tattoo across the plump curve of the right cheek. Squinting slightly he realized the ink was in the shape of a small butterfly. How cute. His gaze moved down the length of her lightly muscled legs before moving back up. Looking into the mirror he felt this breath catch in his chest. Her small breasts were round and high. The dark tips were drawn into tight buds. His mouth went suddenly dry as he forced his gaze lower, over her narrow rib cage and over her slightly curving hips. A perfectly manicured strip of hair guarded her feminine treasures. Fuck, she was beautiful.

The soft growl coming from John made her head snap up. Her dark gaze met his in the mirror. A startled expression crossed her pretty face as she stared back at him. Most women would have screamed bloody murder. But not this one. Her gaze was steady as she looked at him. Her knowing eyes focused on his rugged face. A slight smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"I wasn't expecting anyone." Her voice was thick with a northeastern accent. He was almost certain he heard a trace of south Boston in her tone.

"I'm here now." John shrugged one broad shoulder as he finally stepped into the room.

Her eyes widened slightly as she took in his handsome features. Heaven help her but he was a damn fine man. His bright blue eyes were balanced by a rugged, square jawline. She saw the trace of deeply cut dimples and had to smile. She had the feeling that he wasn't always this serious. But tonight he radiated an edgy energy. The set of his broad shoulders and the way he stood with his legs shoulder width apart told her he wasn't in the mood for games. His hands slowly clenched into tight fists before releasing. She forced her gaze back to his. His eyes narrowed as she watched him.

"I was just getting into the shower. You can wait in the bedroom if you'd like." Her soft voice should have been soothing. Instead, he heard challenge in her words.

He shrugged a shoulder but didn't look away. "I'm not stopping you."

Unaffected by his slightly sarcastic tone, she moved to the shower. After opening the heavy glass door she cranked the water on full blast. She smiled at him flashing a hint of sharp, white teeth. John fought back the urge to pull her close and let her sink those pearly whites into him. Instead, he merely crossed his arms over his thick chest and arched a brow at her. She stepped into the shower without a single word. Gwen was aware of the heat in John's eyes as he watched her. She turned her back to him, allowing him an unobstructed view of her back. Arching under the spray she braced her palms against the slick wall. A sigh of contentment left her as the warmth of the water seeped into her bones. Her eyes closed as she savored the slick warmth.

Although he was nowhere near the shower, heat flooded his veins. Blood pooled in his cock, making his shorts uncomfortably small. He couldn't tear his gaze away. Gwen was so damn perfect for what he had in mind. Reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, he pulled the material over his head and tossed it to the floor. Without taking his eyes from her lithe form, he unbuckled his belt and freed it from the denim. He paused for a moment, the supple leather dangled from him fingers. As quickly as the thought crossed his mind, he let it go and dropped the belt. His fingers found the metal tab of his shorts and popped it free. The zipper quickly followed. Shoving the shorts away from his straining length, he palmed his cock.

The feel of his hand as it wrapped around his torrid length made him growl in pleasure. Sparks of electricity skated along his spine and he began a slow pump. From base to tip he moved, squeezing slightly each time he reached the plumb shaped tip. A drop of milky fluid eased his stroking. His gaze never left Gwen as she turned slowly to face him. Her chocolate brown eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight before her. John stood with his legs braced wide, his hand wrapped around his impressive length. Gwen's moan filled the room as she watched him squeeze the crown of his penis. The thick muscles of his chest contracted as he found a rhythm.

Hungrily Gwen licked her lips as she watched John. In all her days at the Mansion she'd never seen a more impressive sight. John looked as if he'd been painstakingly carved from stone. His shoulders were impossibly wide, his arms thickly corded with muscle. She sighed as her gaze moved lower. Although his thighs were heavy, they were perfectly balanced by the thick cock he held. He was absolutely flawless. His skin was a golden color and she wondered if it was as smooth as he looked. Her palms itched with the desire to touch him.

As if reading her mind, John toed off his sneakers and peeled off his socks. He stepped out of the pile of clothes and moved determinedly toward her. Gwen moaned softly in anticipation as John crossed the small room. He didn't make a sound as he stepped into the shower and closed the glass door; effectively sealing them in. Just as she reached out to touch him, John's long fingers wrapped around her wrist. He pulled slightly, causing her to go off balance. Before she could move his strong arm came around her waist and jerked her against his body. His glittering blue eyes were serious as he looked down at her. A slight tick along his jaw was the only indication he was thinking over his next move. She allowed herself a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of his skin against hers. God, he felt so good; almost too damn good.

"You like to tease, do ya?" John's voice was low. His eyes moved over her flushed face before moving lower. He stopped at the swell of her breasts then forced his gaze back up. Gwen gave a slight smile, hoping to lure him out of his foul mood. However, her attempt at levity was lost on John.

"Answer me, do you like to tease?" John asked as his blunt finger sank into the supple flesh of her hip. There was no pain in his touch. There was also no question he was in charge.

Gwen knew better than playing coy. She nodded once, a single bob of her head.

"Then I guess the better question would be, do you know how to please?" John queried as his fingers moved from her waist to the curve of her ass. He squeezed slightly, molding her flesh to his palm.

Gwen's smile was full of wicked promise. "Do you think I'd be here if I didn't?"

John arched a brow as he leaned back. "Prove it."

His words thrilled Gwen beyond measure. Her body went liquid as she looked into his blue eyes and saw rampant desire. He had no idea just how talented she was. Standing on tiptoe she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Lightly her nails raked through his short hair. His head tipped back as she scraped down the back of his neck. She leaned forward, her lips a hairs width away from his. She looked at him from beneath lowered lashes. Just as her lips were about to touch his, he moved out of reach. He gave her a meaningful look as his hand reached up to cup the back of her head.

"On your knees." John's demand sent a shiver down her spine.

She fought to keep the thrill of desire out of her gaze as she slowly sank to her knees. A breathless sigh escaped her as she came eye to eye with the most gorgeous cock she'd ever seen. He was big, nearly as wide as her wrist and thickly veined. The engorged grown was beautifully curved and angled slightly to the left. Unable to stop herself, her slender fingers wrapped around the base. She was barely able to encompass his considerable girth with her hand. Stroking lightly she moved from base to tip. She squeezed the tip until a drop of iridescent liquid appeared. Hungrily her tongue flicked over him, gathering his essence on her tongue.

John sucked in a breath through his teeth as she alternated between nibbling kisses and soothing licks. Her velvety tongue moved over him, bathing him in liquid fire. With cheeks pulled taut she drew him into the wet heat of her mouth. A low groan echoed around the small space. Her tongue swept over the tip and along the sensitive underside. She suckled softly as she moved along his length. Although he was more than she could take, she made up for it by stroking the last few inches with her hand. Her lips and fingers worked in perfect tandem. Flames of desire snaked along his spine; making him even more aware of her. Sliding his fingers into her hair, he held her in place as he began to thrust. He moved deep, touching the back of her throat before retreating. She fought the urge to pull away. She stayed in place, allowing John to set their pace. Her eyes fluttered closed as he fucked her mouth.

John watched as Gwen took him all the way. The flickering of her tongue made his balls grow tight with the need for release. She had know idea how beautiful she was as she took him deep. Unable to stop himself, John leaned forward. His hand cupped her breast; his thumb swept over the hardened peak. He toyed with her slick flesh until she moaned. The subtle vibration carried along his shaft and up his spine. He thrust hard and was rewarded with a soft gasp. Gwen's eyes opened as the grip on her hair increased. John tugged slightly and motioned to her with a jerk of his chin. His meaning was clear. He wanted her on her feet. When she didn't comply fast enough, John tugged on her hair.

As quickly as she could, she pulled herself to her feet. The floor was slick and she slipped slightly. John's arm wrapped around her waist and squeezed. His grip was firm as he steadied her. A surprised gasp left her as he abruptly turned her to face the wall. His fingers laced through hers before lifting her hands above her head. Gripping both of her wrists in one palm and held them against the wall. His thick thigh nudged her legs apart. Gwen moaned softly as his muscled thigh brushed against her aching center. Unconsciously her fingers curled into fists.

"Don't move." John warned her softly as he released the grip on her hands.

He gave her a meaningful look before releasing her. He watched her carefully, tracking even the slightest movement. When he was satisfied she wasn't going anywhere his hands fell to her waist. Gripping her tightly he pulled her hips into the cradle of his thighs. A growl of satisfaction rumbled out of his chest as his hand smoothed up the inside of her thigh and found her heated center. She was dewy with desire and the water from the shower made her a slippery paradise. His thick index finger parted her folds. He explored her thoroughly, searching until he brushed over her aching nub. Her body jerked in response as he circled the swollen flesh.

Gwen's arms inched downward as she fought the desire to move. He stroked her mercilessly, driving her to the brink of madness. Her body ached with each brush of his talented fingers. Arching into his touch, she brought her body flush against his. John caught the slight movement out of the corner of his eye. Taking a step he pressed Gwen flush against the wall. His free hand tangled in her hair and tugged her head back.

"What did I tell you?" he demanded as he used his weight to hold her in place.

Gwen made a soft noise, almost a mewling sound, as John waited for her answer. Her lips parted but no sound came out.

"I thought I told you not to move." John growled softly as he buried in face in the curve of her shoulder. He pressed his nose against the curve of her neck and breathed in her scent. He wanted to lick her from head to toe and see if she tasted half as sweet.

Gwen shivered as John licked the sensitive curve of her shoulder. The velvety caress of his tongue along her skin made her body burn. Fire blazed between her thighs. Her spine tingled with sensation. She wanted to beg him to end her torment; to give her what her body craved. Squeezing her eyes tightly closed, she gave in to the torrent of emotion. A gasp of delight came when John moved to her slick entrance. Desire flooded her as he carefully probed, testing her body's willingness. The easy slide of his finger against her pussy was at odds with the firm grip he had on her hair. Toying with her, he pressed against her before retreating. The tip of his finger entered before quickly withdrawing. She fought the urge to move with him, to take him as deeply as she could. She would to anything to keep him exactly where he was.

John bit back a curse as he teased Gwen. She was so damn responsive that it made his body ache. Her pussy opened for him, welcoming into her sweet depths. She was impossibly tight. He knew, without a doubt, that he would fill her completely. It would be a tight fit but she'd be perfect. He just needed a moment longer to prepare her. A second finger slipped alongside the first. Glancing between their bodies he felt a rush of excitement. Her pretty pink pussy was spread wide over his fingers. Pushing in deep he curled his fingers slightly. A smile touched his lips as he found the tight bundle of nerves and brushed over them. Her hips arched in silent invitation. She wanted more and he was so ready to give it to her.

Withdrawing his fingers from her silken heat, he wrapped them around his heavy cock. A bark of pleasure left him as he spread her sticky honey over his cock. He brushed against the tip, swirling her essence over the tight knob. Unable to bear the exquisite torture another moment, John nudged her legs further apart. Guiding his cock to her entrance he braced his feet apart. A hiss of pleasure was the only warning he gave. He pressed against her until she opened for him. His movement was smooth as he pushed deeper. Fuck, she was so tight. Slowly she parted for him, allowing him to bury to the hilt. When his hips met the curve of her ass, he stopped. He allowed himself a moment to enjoy her paradise. Tiny ripples moved along his cock as her body adjusted to his width. Glancing down at her passion flushed face he felt a swell of masculine pride. She looked as if she'd found heaven. And this was only the beginning.

Gwen's sharp nails curled into fists as her pussy begged for more. John was bigger than any man she'd ever been with. He stretched her wide and she could feel him pressing against nerves she never knew she had. Her body ache for him, to have him thrust hard and deep, to spend his passions inside her. She wanted everything he could give and more. Just when she thought John was going to stay rooted in place he pulled back and thrust hard. Her cry of pleasure echoed around the small space. His first thrust was followed by another and another that were no less intense. Leaning his weight against her, he found the angle that he needed. He pounded into her, giving her more than she could take. She arched against him as he set a frantic pace.

His breath thundered out of his chest as he took her. This was no gentle loving, no careful exploration. This was about finding the succor that only sex could give. John was raw and needy, demanding no less than her total submission. She gave it willingly, allowing John to use her as he needed. Her body thrummed in pleasure. The knot of tension was building tighter. Her nipples tingled as John wrapped his arm around her waist and anchored her in place. He captured the aching flesh with his fingers, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Her keening cry was filled with wanton need.

The grip on her hair tightened as John realized how close to the edge she was. Her supple body took his pounding without complaint. Delicious ripples moved from her pussy and up his shaft. She was getting tighter, her narrow channel milking him like a satin fist. He knew without a doubt that neither of them would last much longer.

"Are you ready?" John whispered against the shell of her ear. The soft growl in his voice made her shiver from head to toe.

Gwen nodded in response.

"I asked if you're ready." a sharp tug on her hair told her he wanted an answer.

"Fuck, yes"

John pulled back until only the blunt tip of his cock remained in her silky sheath. Her gave her half a heartbeat to catch her breath before slamming home. Gwen's world exploded in a million sunbursts. Nothing existed except John and his glorious cock. Unable to catch her breath, she panted. She collapsed weakly, secure in his strength as he held her upright. John moved hard and deep, riding the waves of pleasure as she came. He couldn't hold back any longer. His balls tightened as the first waves of pleasure moved up his spine. His teeth sank into the hollow of her shoulder, holding her in place as he gave into the need to explode. The swelling in his cock grew to painful proportions as he emptied into her. Once the pleasure began, he couldn't stop it. It crashed over him, stealing his breath, making him see stars. One last thrust joined them fully. He collapsed weakly against her. He knew he was too heavy for her but she didn't so much as much a sound of protest.

Gwen's heart pounded in her ears as John molded his much bigger body to hers. She felt small and precious, utterly secure in his strong arms. Surprise flooded her as he pressed a rather gentle kiss over the spot he'd bitten. He nuzzled the sensitive mark for a moment. A thrill of pleasure moved over her as he pressed his lips against the column of her throat. She took it for what it was, a wordless thank you. Reality came back to her slowly. The tile pressing along her front was warm even though the water had long since turned cool. She shivered as she snuggled into John's warmth. She enjoyed the contrast of hot and cold, loving the feeling of her body being exquisitely sensitive. With a smile she glanced at John over her shoulder. The satisfied look on his face told her everything she needed to know. When he'd joined her his mood had been black. Now he was practically purring with contentment. With a shake of her head she leaned into his embrace. What had started out as a bad day had ended in the most pleasant of ways.

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