Stacy POV

The hotel room was warm. And the tension inside was very uncomfortable. Stacy tensed as Randy circled her. It was a good hour since they've left the arena. Randy hadn't said a word to her since they've arrived at the hotel.

All he said to her at the arena was to meet him here. And like always she obeyed.

But his actions made it clear of what he wanted her to do next. Her tiny jean skirt hugged her thighs and only a small piece of her red thong could be seen if she bent over. She wore a simple white tank that thankfully didn't clamp to her chest like her skirt. It was hard to stand on the soft carpet with her heels but she kept balance.

She stood still; ready to take instructions, like Test gave her many times.

But none came.

Instead the strong arms consumed Stacy from behind. He was so quiet she didn't know where he was; She jumped a little at the touch, but then let him take her in. His lips found her neck and she skipped a breath.

At first his mouth shocked her, it was all so sudden, but then she forced herself to settle. He pulled her tight against his body, his arms preventing hers from moving. Stacy felt herself getting excited just from the feel of his hard chest to her small back.

His mouth traveled down her neck, licking, kissing, and softly sucking. It was sending sparks down her spine.

Why did he have to kiss her most sensitive parts? And most of all how did he know how to do it so well?

Stacy kept herself together. Even when he turned her around to face him and she realized he wasn't wearing a shirt anymore. Every curve that formed around his muscles was showing. The lean, tan chest that's so appealing was bare and only inches from touching hers. What was making her want to reach up and touch every part of it?

A few beats passed and Stacy forced herself to look up. Immediately meeting his gaze. His face was unreadable. Clenched jaw, firm mouth, and his eyes were stern.

The stare was a trance. He was sucking her in with every second. She was getting lost in the blue orbs and before she could even respond his head darted forward taking her lips in his with an aggressive kiss.

Caught off guard, Stacy pushed against him, but with steel chest seemed impossible to budge. This wasn't right, as much as she tried to force herself to take it, she couldn't. Not with Randy, not with anyone ever again.

His lips were like a trap. She whimpered and struggled against him, but he gripped her waist again pulled her to him.

Her center crashed against his groin and a small groan mixed with her whimpers. What happened to the gentleness just seconds before?

His tongue darted inside her mouth and Stacy gagged. She couldn't win against him. He was more than twice as big as her.

Suddenly she felt them moving back ward, actually he shoved her back to the bed. A shriek escaped her mouth when she felt herself fall on the soft surface. Stacy tried to escape after he let her go, but before she could regain herself, his heavy body was on top of hers.

Opening her mouth to scream, she only got a peep out before his hand covered it. Stacy still didn't give up struggling. But oddly Randy didn't seem to lose patience.

His other hand grabbed both of her wrists, holding them tightly together. This frightened her even more. He was planted between her legs, one hand holding her wrists and the other covering her mouth.

Stacy was vulnerable. She didn't want this. But would it be worth it to say no? Would he listen?

He was like a tower over her, holding the power and taking advantage. Still kicking her legs, Stacy screamed against his hand.

Randy moved his knee between her legs, until it was touching her partially covered core. His invasion caused panic and she continued to kick harder, but this only made his knee rub against the sensitive nub shooting jets of sensation throw her body.

Stacy was surprised by his move; she immediately stopped her kicking causing a small grin to come to his lips. She wanted to punch him. Her hands were growing numb in his grip and she found it useless to struggle.

All that was left was to scream and she tried. Until his mouth replaced the hand that was on hers. She pinched her lips together, not letting his tongue enter, but his knee pushed harder against her core making it hurt. Her lips weakened and his tongue filled her mouth.

Stacy's body was still tense; she wouldn't let him have her easy. But he seemed to be taking her just as simple. His aggressive kiss was growing hotter, and she became aware that his free hand was slithering to her inner thighs.

The tips of his fingers felt like feathers as he dragged them across her thighs. When he moved his knee from her numb center, it felt like a weight being lifted. But before she could relax, his feather fingers worked their way to that spot, she hardened.

Whimpers of panic built up, but he kept his lips on hers. Stacy was getting nervous and confused. Was she letting this torment happen? Could there be any other way to stop this?

As the questions ran through her head, Randy continued his treatment. This time his hand was fully under her skirt, and she felt him push the small material of her thong away from her throbbing core.

She wasn't prepared; she was more than vulnerable now. Still holding her hands above her head with one grip, he took full opportunity of her lower body.

His finger darted inside her opening, causing Stacy to jolt. She was totally caught off guard, the whimpers turned into moans. And she could swear she felt his lips grin as he continued kissing her.

Another one of his fingers pushed its way inside her and all Stacy could do was take it in. He was working them like crazy, twisting them, pushing them in deeper, and his thumb was harshly teasing her clit.

Stacy's breathing grew rapid and her lower body felt like fire. Was she actually growing hot over this? She couldn't this wasn't suppose to please her, just him, that's her job. Why was he making her feel this way?

No one ever took Stacy to such heights. She began to moan louder with every thrust of his fingers. She's given up. He was too much; he's making her want it.

Her pleasure filled sounds made Randy release her swollen wrists, and instead of using them to push him away like her mind told her, they go to his back, and she pulls him more on top of her so his body crushes hers.

Her tongue begins to work against his, and he hardens the kiss, obviously pleased with his victory in making her, his. He moans in approval and she wraps her legs around him.

She doesn't care about the situation; all she wants is what's right in front of her. He won, and she'll live with it.

Her shields are down, her struggling finished, and now she's giving herself to him.

He pulls some of his weight from her chest, only to rip her shirt off in one easy motion. His eyes scan her bare chest as though he's found treasure. Then he slowly dips his head softly kissing her silky skin.

Arching her back for more, Stacy gasped when his hot mouth took her nipple inside. His tongue circled the orb before gentle biting, making her hiss.

He repeated the treatment on her other breast before sitting up again. Stacy stared up at him, confused; she could only see the silhouette of him, his face a total blackness.

She could only imagine her image. Legs sprawled open, skirt hiked up around her waist, underwear tangle and away from her pussy, and topless with peaked pink nipples still tingling from the bites.

He continued staring at her, as if studying until finally reaching to pull down his pants. Excitement jumped in Stacy's body and she could only wait. Seconds passed and he freed himself, exposing his shaft to her.

He was longer than she anticipated, but she tried to hide her shock. Reaching up, Stacy grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back down for a kiss, one that she wanted control of.

As she filled his mouth, he settled himself between her legs before lying back down on top of her. She could free the hardness teasing her clit, and wanted nothing more than to slam against it, but this was his pleasure, not hers, she had to play by his rules.

Hardening the kiss by biting his lower lip, Randy chuckled against her mouth, before finally pressing himself into her. Stacy's hands immediately went to his back, and she braced herself for the hard entrance.

Surprisingly he went slow. Letting himself sink into her inch by inch. To Stacy it felt like an eternity. Her insides expanded around his shaft, until he fully filled her.

Randy grips the sheets of the bed as he began to pump skillfully inside her. Stacy's hands remained on his back, enjoying the feeling of his back muscles working.

The feeling was intoxicating. Randy's shaft was big and warm and seemed to be setting her legs on fire. With every thrust, Stacy moaned. His body weight slamming against her made the thrusts deeper. Her breathing was quickening, and Stacy was beginning to wonder whether her moans were louder than her screams earlier.

Randy quickened his pace, making the rhythm unbearable to with stand. Stacy's chambers were locking around his shaft and she could barely breath anymore. Clenching her eyes shut, Stacy prepared herself for the climax. Sweat was dripping off Randy's body and mixing with her own. The heat from between their legs was growing.

She dug her nails into his shoulder blades making him groan. He was coming to and end too. Tears were forming in her eyes from the pleasure and her tiny body began to shake. He thrust two more times, the last one hard enough to make Stacy scream.

Cumming together, the two shouted in ecstasy and sensational end. It all came as a shock to Stacy. Never has she cum at the same time as her lover.

Randy collapsed on Stacy, squashing her with his body weight. They continued panting and sweating, she held his head to his chest, letting him catch his breath.

Bad thoughts came back to her head. What did she just do? She just had sex with a guy and enjoyed it more than him, and with Randy Orton, the younger, more cocky member of Evolution. How could she give herself up so easy? And not only that, what would come for her the next few weeks? This wasn't just one night; she's his night and day until he says so.

Will there be more torture treatments and driven sensations?

His abrupt movements interrupted her thoughts. Randy moved off of Stacy like she was unwanted space. She watched as he pulled a robe over his body and began to exit the room.

"See you in the morning baby." He said before closing the double doors behind him.

Randy POV

Randy smiled at Stacy's pouting face. Honestly she did look cute especially in her new outfit.

The tight leather mini dress that barely covered her sweet ass, and stuck to her body. It was black and silver, his colors, and had "Orton" printed on the ass. The knee high silver boots, with three inch heels only completed the outfit. She really looked great marked as his property.

She stood in the corner of the dressing room with her arms crossed and head down. He didn't know what turned him on more, the hot seductive Stacy, or the sweat innocent looking Stacy. Luckily he had all the time in the world with her to figure that out.

But not now.

Now he was getting ready for a match against that joke, Maven. Randy was only looking forward to the match, so he could show Stacy off.

Man she was the best lay he ever had, but there's no way in hell he'll let her know that. It's better when he has the power of the 'relationship'.

"Ready baby?" he asked as he finished stretching.

Still pouting she only nodded. Randy smiled again, as he opened the door and walked out with her following close behind.

"Your job's gunna be a hell of a lot easier with me now. Since I kick major ass in the ring alone, I don't need you to do anything at all but just stand there." He bragged.

Then turning to face her, he met her eye. "Hey, kinda like last night." He remarked sourly. This got Stacy's pout to turn into a sneer.

But Randy just laughed.

God he loves winning.

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Okay that was chapter one. There's still a lot more to come.

-Can Stacy change Randy's cocky attitude?

-Will Randy ever admit Stacy's the best lay he ever had?

-Will there be another smutty scene?

Review and find out.

Luv Much

Rain