**This isn't my best by far but I hope this is what my request-er person wanted. I tried. **

It's 2 AM. I partied it up with the Divas last night until about 1:30but right now? My work phone is ringing off the fucking hook! I seriously wish I could throw the damn thing against the wall and watch as it shatters in a million tiny pieces. Instead, I let out a frustrated grunt and walk across the room to the table I had left it on less than a half hr ago when I had FINALLY come back to my hotel room and fallen asleep.

"Hello?" I answer a bit snarky, not giving a flying fuck who is on the other line.

"May, I need to let off some steam, can you please come see me?"

I slam my free hand against the table I'm now leaning on. "What the fuck, Brock? Do you know it's fucking 2 AM?! What in the Hell could you possibly need at this damn hr?!"

"Oh so it's like that, huh? Willing to give that body up to anyone else who asks at the drop of a dime, but not the big guy, eh? Why not, May? Can't take a little rough playtime? Afraid I'll leave a mark for your next fuck toy to see? Or, no that's not it. Nope, you're afraid you'll like it too much! You're afraid you'll not want me to stop and you'll keep gagging for it like the slut you are, aren't you May? He laughs mockingly.

I rub at my slowly wetting center as he taunts me. It's not until he speaks again that I realize my breathing is labored.

"Ha! That's what I fucking thought, you whore! Now, get that bubble butt down here and we'll have some fun. Okay?" He hangs up before I can respond.

It's not until I'm down the hall knocking on his door that I realize I'm in a black see through tank top, no bra and a red lace thong. When the door opens, he pulls me by the arm inside the room and pushes me to my knees. He's already stark naked; his wide, long length bobbing straight out in front of him. My mouth waters. I need to taste it!

"Now, listen here. From now on, you will refer to me as Sir. Nothing else. You do not speak unless I tell you to. Oh and you are no longer May. You are now Seth Rollins and I plan to make you my bitch. Got it?" He stares me down the entire time he's speaking. I nod vigorously. He places his right hand around my throat. His left jerking his huge dick.

"Yes, what?!" He demands directly in my ear.

"Yes, Sir." I squeak. He lets go of my throat; grabbing me by the hair instead. He drags me to the side of the bed and lifts me up so I'm standing. Then, pushes my upper body down so I'm bent over the bed. He kicks my ankles so I spread my legs as far as I can as he shifts the string of my thong to the side. With that, my hands are forced behind my back by only one of his. I'm soaking wet. I feel it flowing down my left leg. I can hear him still jerking his cock behind me.

"Fuck, Seth. I haven't even touched you yet and you've got that pussy flowing already." My hips go crazy against the side of the bed. I want his dick so bad already.

"Ah ah ah, my little bitch boy. No pleasuring yourself. That's why I'm here. You know this." Then a whoosh of air before his hand lands square on my right ass cheek.

Immediately, he grabs the flesh and squeezes as hard as he can before he repeats the same on the left. Both cheeks are now feeling like fire and I whimper. Realizing my mistake, I bite on my lower lip in hopes that he didn't hear my little slip up. But, the fact that he just shoved the thick mushroom shaped head of his mammoth dick inside my ass says otherwise.

"Sethie, what should you say to me when you make a mistake?" He leans against me so we're back-to-chest; flesh on sweaty flesh. His cock slips further inside my ass. He pulls my head up so my back is arched and I'm looking him in the eye.

"I'm s-so sooooooo sorry, Sir!" The long 'o' was a moan when his cock pushed inside me. My body starts to tremble. I need my release. I try to beg him with my eyes.

He shoves the rest of him inside my ass and drops the hand that was holding my wrists so he can stroke my pussy. He still has a hold of my hair. As he fucks my ass with absolutely zero mercy, he taunts me.

"Oh fuck, Sethie! Your tight little pussy is SOOO wet! You look so hot like this! How do you like my cock stretching that boy pussy, baby? Feels good, doesn't it?"

My breath is almost gone and I'm going lightheaded with all the sensation! "Yessssssss, Sir! I -oh FUCK!- I love your cock in me, Sir! So big! Oh God, fuck me!" I can't make my mouth stop now. The words just keep coming. The next thing I know, he's got 3 fingers in my mouth pressing down on my tongue making me choke on my own pre-cum he had smothered his hand in. He then uses that same hand to cover my mouth and nose, untangling his opposite hand from my hair and using it to smack my pussy repetitively. That and the "cum for me bitch boy" growled in my ear having me squirting onto the floor and some of the bed like a fucking waterfall. My body trembles in Brock's hold. As I come back down, he finally lets go of my mouth and nose and he whispers a simple "thank you" in my ear as his release fills up my ass. Then he pulls out of me, slides my thing back in place, and drags me over to the door on my knees. He shuts and locks the door, leaving me a fucked out, sweaty, boneless mess in front of his door.

When I finally get the strength to walk the five doors back to my room, I close and lock my door once inside thinking to myself: "Brock, you WILL fuck my pussy next time. And it won't be Seth you'll be begging for!" Before falling fast asleep; cum-soaked clothes and all.