A/N: A big hiatus from the writing scene does not in fact make me a better writer. It just means that I have a lot more to plague people with in a giant load…This is part of it.
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Randy pulled Rhia into the hall, away from the people who were their friends. She let herself be pulled, knowing it was pointless to resist him. He pushed her back against the wall and glared at her.
"Who was that you were talking to?" he demanded, eyes flashing.
Rhia looked at him, challenging him with her eyes. "I don't even know his name."
Randy slammed his fist against the wall by her head. Rhia didn't flinch. He knew she would never flinch. He respected that normally, but tonight…it pissed him off.
"You do remember who you belong to…" Randy growled, eying the collar at her neck.
Rhia shifted slightly. "You sure don't act like it, sir."
Randy's eyes darkened. "You want a reminder?"\
Rhia gave him a dark look of her own. "You wouldn't do anything here, Randy. Around your friends."
Randy slammed the same fist into the wall again. Rhia still didn't react. Randy leaned into her space.
"You will regret this," he promised. "Being this defiant…"
Before she could utter another word, Randy kissed her with bruising force. Rhia kissed him back with just as much force. A moan slipped out of her lips when his fingers darted under her short dress and touched her.
Randy suppressed a groan when she started riding his hand. She's yearning for the good stuff…
"Randy…" She moaned when his lips trailed to her collar bone. "Randy…please…"
"No."
"Please…"
Randy smirked. He withdrew his hand from her. He grabbed her hand and tugged her along. Rhia moved more willingly, her body bumping carefully into his as she did. Randy pulled her into a spare room and shut the door tight.
Rhia looked at him expectantly. "Randy."
Randy put a finger to his lips as he approached her. "Shh."
The Diva nodded and looked at him.
"Turn around, hands on the wall, and ass pushed out."
Rhia turned and obeyed. Randy came up behind her and placed his hand on her hip, dragging the other down her spine.
"Let's see how good you can be," Randy growled, pulling up her dress past her hips. "No words allowed. Except for please and sir. Got it?"
Rhia nodded.
Randy's grin turned feral as he touched her again. "Let us begin."
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Rhia panted heavily after three hours of climaxing. Randy had his arm wrapped around her middle, keeping her from falling. He chuckled as he felt her smaller body shiver and quake around him.
"Feel better?" he asked, pulling from her.
Rhia let out a little giggle. "Yeah."
Randy smiled. "Good girl."
The Superstar helped her stand up straight. Rhia looked up at him and crossed her arms.
"We probably missed the rest of the party," she commented, not sounding sorry about the fact.
"There will be other parties," Randy replied simply.
"Do you think anyone is looking for us?"
"Rhia, does that matter? " Randy asked, giving her a look. "They would understand if you and I skipped out of the party."
Rhia crossed her arms. "They would?"
Randy sensed her sudden distrust. "Rhia."
"You've done this kind of thing before, haven't you?" Rhia demanded, tilting her chin up. "That's why you didn't hesitate in finding this empty room. You have been here before. With someone else…"
"Rhia, calm."
"I am calm!" Rhia poked him in the chest sharply. "You have done this with other girls! Right, Randy?"
She didn't give him time to answer. Rhia turned on her heel and stormed out the door. Randy followed quickly after her.
"How could I be so dumb?" Rhia exclaimed, almost running down the hall. "Of course you would do the BDSM shit with someone else. But here?! Am I just a repeat in your game?"
Randy caught her before she could make it into the banquet hall where the party was still going on. He put his hand around her throat and held her firmly against himself.
"Breathe and calm down, Mariha," Randy ordered quietly. "You may not have been the first I have had here, but you will be the last."
Rhia shook with suppressed emotion. "Why stop with me?"
"Because I've broken my own rule…"
"Rule?"
"Yes…The rule is that I'd never fall in love for my slave, my sub…"
Rhia drew in a slow breath..
"That's right, Rhia. I've fallen in love with you." Randy flexed his hand around her throat. "And that is something that has never happened before."
"What are you planning on doing about that?"
"I'm going to make you mine, All the way. If you will have me."
Randy released her throat and stepped back, giving her space. Rhia turned around and looked at him curiously. Randy reached into his pocket and withdrew a black velvet box.
"Marhia Winchester, will you take me as your husband?" Randy asked, opening the box to reveal a rose gold ring encrusted with diamonds.
Rhia looked at it for a split second. "Yes."
Randy slid the ring on her finger and then gathered her in his arms. He kissed her tenderly, holding her close.
"Randy! Rhia!" someone shouted from the banquet hall. "Get a room!"
Rhia's eyes danced with mischief. "Well?"
Randy smirked. "You know…that's not a bad idea!" he called back. "Not a bad idea at all."
He turned and escorted Rhia away, forgetting about the party…
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A/N: Not feeling super into this but it's something, I guess. -Scarlet
