"Let me lock the door first," Paul said and hurried over to do so. As he walked back towards Stephanie he added, "And none of that screaming you were doing the other night. We don't want the whole building to know."

"Yes sir," Stephanie said as she pulled Paul towards her again and began to kiss him. She was pulled tightly to him as he wrapped an arm around her and she felt his erection pushing into her through his pants. Was this guy permanently hard around her? It was quite flattering. She began to rub his firm shaft gently with two fingers and the thumb of her right hand over his pants and he moaned in satisfaction into her mouth as they continued to kiss.

Then there was a knock on the locker room door again.

Breaking away from Stephanie Paul growled, "For fuck's sake," then said to Stephanie, "Stand over there, you'll be behind the door when I open it."

With a smile Stephanie teased, "You're ashamed of me?"

"I think we're in enough shit already don't you? Just stand over there," Paul ordered gruffly. Stephanie giggled softly as she did as he said. Paul opened the door and saw a guy in an black suit and grey shirt but no tie who looked to be in his late twenties. He had short well kept brown hair and a couple of days of stubble and he had a smile on his face. He looked like one of those people who was always smiling. Paul had never seen him before so he demanded, "What? I'm busy in here."

The smile remained on the man's face as he gestured down the hallway and said, "Laura wants to see you in her office." Paul felt his anger rising at the mention of his boss and it meant that he did not consider the use of her first name. All he could think was that now the fucking infuriating woman had the nobodies she employed for security coming to his locker room and ordering him around? And what was the timing all about? Losing his temper Paul said angrily, "Tell the miserable self-important bitch I'll be there when I'm good and ready and not fucking before."

Paul knew that no one from Laura's security detail would dare pass on that message as he would likely become collateral damage so he was about to smile until the man laughed and said, "I'll pass that on to my wife."

Paul's mouth dropped open slightly and he said in near shock, "Uh... your wife?"

The man said cheerfully, "Yeah you know, rings and vows get exchanged, both say I do, you may kiss the bride, all that jazz. It's called marriage, surely you've heard of it?"

The sarcasm went unnoticed as Paul could not help asking, "How do you live with her?"

With another louder laugh the man said, "Dude, it's an act she puts on for you people. One day you'll see her outside of this place and you'll see what I mean." After a moment of reflection he appeared to regret divulging the information, "I tell you what, you forget I told you that and I'll forget to pass on your message. Deal?"

Paul tried to figure out if the guy was serious and failed as he could not imagine another side to Laura, certainly not a pleasant one. He mumbled, "Yeah. Deal," then he closed the door and said to Stephanie, "We'll pick this up in the hotel. We'll have the whole night to ourselves."

Before he realised what was happening Stephanie had pressed herself up against him again and she had his still firm length in her fingers through his pants again as she purred, "Good. I want this Paul. I want it all night long. Now run along before you get in trouble."

Paul felt lust raging inside of him but all he could do right now was say, "Oh you'll get it, don't worry about that." He then had to hurry out of his locker room and go speak to Laura. He was pissed off to discover that all she wanted to do was make slight change to the script for their segment. Her husband was no where to be seen but obviously had not passed on the message as no roasting was forthcoming. She had cock blocked him for this stupid nonsense. How did one woman manage to be so irritating? He was tempted to actually tell her that he had been about to fuck Stephanie just to see how much it pissed her off but he had already made a mistake like that once so he kept his mouth shut. If anything Laura was polite, almost friendly to him but if she thought she was fooling him with that she was mistaken.

Ordinarily performing on Raw was the highlight of the week for Paul but tonight he just wanted to get back to the hotel. Stephanie was driving him crazy again, how could a woman be so attractive? He had to admit that he was also impressed with how she performed in the ring, she was a very good talker. It was a shame that it was inevitable that Trish would find a way to end this storyline and then bury Stephanie but Paul did not really care. He did not need the storyline as an excuse to get close to her any more anyway so it made no difference to him.

After the show was over and he had returned to his hotel and changed into jeans and a t-shirt Paul realised that he had a problem. He did not have Stephanie's phone number and he had forgotten to ask her for her room number. How was he supposed to go and fuck her if he did not know where she was? He would have to find out her room number, that was the only option. He headed down to the lobby and decided to fall back on what he was best at, bullshit.

He approached the reception desk and spoke the smartly dressed young man who asked if he could help, "Yeah, I'm with WWE. As I'm sure you know we have many rooms here tonight. I need to speak with one of my employees urgently but her cell phone is off. Can you give me the room number of Stephanie McMahon please?"

"I'm sorry sir, I can't do that. I can call the room for you and you can use my phone?"

Paul did not have to fake his irritation, "This is a private matter, I'm not going to stand in a hotel lobby discussing it on a phone. Just give me the room number please."

"Sorry sir, as I said I can't do that."

After pointedly looking at the man's gold name badge which was fixed to his jacket Paul said, "Look Jason, I'm trying to be nice about this but let me explain something to you. My boss, the owner of WWE, wishes me to give a message to Stephanie urgently. Now my boss is not a very nice woman if I'm honest. If I call her and say that I can't do as she's asked because some guy called Jason on the reception desk is a stickler for rules I know exactly what she's going to do. She's going to call the owner of your chain of hotels, who I happen to know she knows personally and she will read him the riot act and tell him that WWE won't be using his hotels again and I doubt that's going to mean anything good for you. How about I give you twenty bucks and you give me the room number and we avoid the unpleasantness for everyone huh?"

Before he got a response Paul knew he was going to get the info he required from the expression on the guy's face. He still made a show of considering it but he said, "The surname again?"

"McMahon," Paul clarified helpfully.

Jason clicked his mouse a few times and then said, "Okay... Three twenty five. That's the third floor."

Paul gave a sarcastic smile as he turned to walk away, "Yeah I got that. Thanks Jason."

As he walked away Paul heard the guy protest behind him, "Hey, twenty bucks you said."

Without stopping or turning around Paul informed him, "I lied to your ass."

He could not help laughing to himself as he rode the elevator up to the third floor. The dumb son of a bitch gave out the info before he had the money and still expected to get it. How could someone be that stupid?

Arriving on the third floor he afforded himself another smile of amusement. This would be a surprise for Stephanie that was for sure. He followed the little signs on the walls that indicated which room numbers could be found where and eventually he was outside of Stephanie's room. With yet another grin he knocked on the door and said, "Room service."

It did not take long for the door to open. Stephanie had obviously been lounging in her room, she wore a loose red t-shirt and some black shorts that revealed those amazing legs. She also wore a mischievous smile as she said, "I haven't ordered anything."

She moved aside to let him in and he said, "Are you sure? Think back very carefully."

Stephanie giggled, "How did you even know this was my room? I know I forgot to tell you."

"You ask too many questions," Paul said gruffly as he slammed the door closed and grabbed Stephanie and began to kiss her, already getting hard quickly as he tasted her and thought about the prospect of fucking her again.

As before in the elevator Paul's kissing was forceful, hungry almost. Stephanie loved how crazy she drove him. Between the frantic kisses she was told, "You're fucking beautiful you know that?"

Forcing herself away from him Stephanie easily removed the loose fitting t-shirt she was wearing which revealed that she was not wearing a bra. Paul saw her look at him with innocent puppy dog eyes and she asked, "How about now?"

Paul responded on instinct and breathed, "Oh Jesus." Her breasts were simply amazing. He could not keep himself off her any longer. He had to fuck her and fuck her now. His balls were aching with lust again.

A second before it happened Stephanie saw in his eyes that Paul was going to come at her and fuck her as hard as he could and she was going to have no say in the matter. She was going to be dominated and fucked and she was going to love it.

That was exactly what happened. She was grabbed roughly by the huge man as he said, "You asked for a decent fuck. Get over here." She was roughly tossed onto the edge of the bed and Paul hurriedly tore her shorts off and then her panties.

Stephanie expected him to come straight at her and fuck her as he had previously but quickly he had two of his fingers inside of her and his touch felt incredible. He was a lot more delicate with her than she had expected him to be capable of and soon her body was on fire. In what felt like no time at all she was moaning loudly as he worked his magic, gently brushing around her clit in circular motions with his thumb as his fingers moved in and out of her. She continued to moan loudly as she began to approach climax but when Paul realised this he began to tease her and she played along with it which did a lot more for him than it did her.

What Paul liked most was to be in charge of a woman and as he sensed Stephanie approaching the peak of her pleasure he stopped and demanded, "You want to come? Huh?"

Stephanie guessed the kind of thing he wanted to hear and she breathlessly pleaded, "Yes daddy, please."

Paul felt himself ready to explode as this was repeated several times before he eventually let Stephanie come with a loud moan. She actually called him daddy without being prompted. What a woman, a perfect woman if such a thing existed.

Feeling as though he had done more than enough for her it was time for his own satisfaction and knowing she was more than ready for him Paul opened his jeans and roughly pulled his boxers down. Stephanie again made his balls ache as she presented herself before him. She spread her legs wide and arched her back slightly and purred, "Do it then. As hard as you can. Come on daddy, fuck me."

Wanting to be in total control of her Paul leaned over her and pinned her hands above her head with one of his own before burying himself in her, the pleasantness of her warmth only heightening his pleasure.

Pleasingly for Stephanie Paul was less frantic in his love making this time. He was huge and he was rock hard but his motions were not too rough to begin with. He obviously intended to build up to it a little this time.

His thrusts began to increase in intensity and he began to grunt in time with them. As he began to pound her harder Stephanie began to scream again as she had the week before. She was unable not to as his huge length filled her completely as he drilled her as hard as he could, keeping her pinned down with one hand and enjoying the feel of one of her large breasts in the other. Feeling his incredible length filling her had her quivering under him and she let out another loud scream as she climaxed again. This was a signal to Paul who immediately stopped holding himself back and exploded into her with an angry growl and a gasped out, "Fucking have that... you bitch... fucking have it."

Those were the words that were running through Stephanie's head as she got out of bed the next morning and headed to take a shower. Paul obviously liked to be in charge to say the least. The way he said things like that made it perfectly clear. She had certainly had it, three times in all including once in the ass. It had been her first time but Paul had been careful, almost delicate with her, encouraging her to relax every muscle and enjoy it. She had tried her best to relax despite the incredible pain she had been anticipating but it was not as bad as she had feared. After the initial pain the pleasure had been incredible. She was not sure why he felt the need to call her a bitch but if it floated his boat she was okay with it.

He might have left her room in the night without waking her but the experience had been wonderful. She wondered when he would mention making a relationship of this. He was obviously crazy about her but he had forgotten to give her his phone number.

As Stephanie was showering Paul was already downstairs in the restaurant eating breakfast and he had a satisfied smile on his face. Spending a night fucking Stephanie McMahon had been amazing as predicted, he could definitely get used to it. He had left before she awoke just to make sure there were no mixed signals. This was just sex, nothing else would come of it. He had made that mistake with that vulture Trish. It actually suited him that Stephanie did not have his number, there was no need to worry about her until next Monday when he came to her room after Raw for some more.