Matt always knew what he wanted. Better yet, he almost always got it. Tonight would be no different.

He saw her as he was coming down the ramp. She was standing at the safety rail to one side, wearing his shirt, the purple one, and flashing the "V1" signal. Her hair just brushed her shoulders, tipped in red. She had a sweet, pretty face, and best of all, she was staring up at him with that look. The look of adoration, of willingness. It was hard not to smirk at her as he passed, but he turned his attention to the match.

When it was over, when he'd once again put over that no-talent chump, he rolled out of the ring and started for the back still selling. With one hand on the back of his neck, limping, he made his way slowly around the ring. As he passed her, he pretended to stagger and leaned on the safety rail for support.

She drew back as if afraid, her eyes wide. He put his hand over hers on the railing, the movement mostly hidden from everyone else by his body. She was trembling.

"The Hilton," he said, just loud enough for her to hear.

Her mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out.

"The Hilton," he repeated. "Twenty minutes."

He released her then and moved on, not looking back.

It only took him a few minutes to shower and change his clothes. He'd grabbed his stuff and was on his way to the parking lot when he bumped into Adam and Shane.

"Dude, where are you going?" Shane asked, looking down at his bag.

"Back to the hotel."

"The show isn't even over yet."

"Yeah, but I'm done. I thought I'd go get some sleep. I have an early flight tomorrow."

Adam grinned at him. "Found yourself another sweet and innocent girl to pervert?"

Matt gave him a mock shocked look, saying, "I don't know what you mean."

Laughing, Adam slapped him on the back. "Fine, be that way. Get out of here."

The drive to the hotel was quiet and uneventful. Matt thought what Adam had said and had just a moment of doubt. He knew that Adam generally disapproved of the way he treated some of the girls who came to the shows. Was it his fault that sweet young things were always throwing themselves at him? Who could blame him for occasionally picking one out to scratch his more intense itches? He wasn't a complete monster, after all. He always made sure they were over eighteen, and he always gave them the chance to back out before things went too far.

Pleasurable thoughts of going too far filled his head when he arrived at the hotel. He took his time getting his bag from the backseat and walking up to the lobby doors. If she wasn't here, he'd drop off his stuff and go get a drink, but he was betting she'd be there.

Sure enough, as he came through the doors, he found her sitting in one of the lobby chairs. She straightened at the sight of him, looking flushed and a little scared. He felt his cock twitch.

Matt didn't speak to her as he passed by, merely cocked his head toward the elevators. She got up and followed, staying behind him. He watched her in the reflective elevator doors, enjoying the way she twisted her hands and glanced nervously around.

It was only after they'd stepped inside the elevator and the doors had closed behind him that he faced her again. She gave a little start when his eyes met hers, as though his gaze had burned her.

"You don't have to be here," he said quietly. "But if you really want to do this, there are some rules."

A faint look of confusion crossed her features, and Matt found himself smiling at her apparent naiveté. He was going to enjoy this one.

"What kind of rules?" Her voice was shaky.

"As soon as we get to the room, I'm in charge. Completely in charge. Do you understand?"

She seemed to hesitate, then nodded quickly.

"You'll do exactly what I tell you, and you'll do it how I tell you, and when I tell you." Matt took a step toward her, liking the way her eyes widened even more. "It you don't…I'll punish you."

"Punish?" she asked, her voice pitched high with fear.

"Yes. I might spank you, or tie you up." Moving slowly, he reached up to run his fingers over her hair. It was soft and silky to the touch, just like he liked it. "You can stop at any time, but once we've stopped, that's it. It's over. No second chances. Do you understand?"

The girl shivered, her eyes studying his face as though trying to see if he was serious. After a moment, she nodded again.

"Say it. Say, 'I understand, master.'"

"I…I understand, master."

"Very good." Matt patted her cheek gently. "When the elevator stops, you walk behind me. As soon as we get into my room, I want you to kneel on the floor and don't move again until I tell you."

"Okay…"

"Yes master." Matt growled. "For the rest of the night, the only things I want to hear out of your mouth are 'yes master' and 'no master'."

"Yes master."

She did as she was told as they stepped from the elevator and went to his room. He held the door open for her. When it closed, she looked at him nervously.

He pointed to the floor. "Down. Now."

She went to her knees quickly, her breathing speeding up.

"That was your first mistake. You get two more before I punish you."

Putting his bag on top of the dresser, Matt sat down on the end of the bed to remove his shoes. He took his time, opening his bag to get a few things from it, arranging them on the night table where she could see them. When he was done, he went back to stand in front of her, close enough for his feet to touch her knees.

"Your safe word is 'red light'. If you ever wanna stop, that's what you say. Can you remember that?"

"Yes…master"

"Good." He touched her hair again. She was shaking. "You can leave now, if you want."

She shook her head faintly. "No master."

"All right then, let's not waste any more time."

The look on her face when he started undoing his belt was exquisite. She looked like she wanted to pull away, but she was frozen in place, her eyes locked onto his hands.

"You're going to suck my dick," he told her. "Have you done that before?"

Her gaze moved up to meet his briefly and she blushed. "I…"

"Either 'yes master' or 'no master'."

She ducked her head again, whispering, "Yes master."

"Then I'm sure you'll do a good job."

Matt finished unzipping and pushed both his pants and underwear down to his hips. He was already erect and gave himself a few strokes. The girl didn't move or look up. Finally, he released himself and reached down to grasp her by the chin. Turning her face up, he moved closer, so his cock bobbed just in front of her lips.

"Open your mouth."

She closed her eyes, but did as she was told.

Sliding into her mouth was wonderful. The softness of her lips and tongue against his hard flesh, the wet heat. Moving in and out slowly, he tipped her head back slightly to push in deeper. She didn't resist him, but her hands went out to clutch at the baggy legs of his pants.

He withdrew for a moment, letting her take a deep breath and waiting to see if she'd bail out. He was very pleased when she opened her eyes again and looked up at him, mouth still open and ready.

Smiling, he pressed forward once more. This time, she closed her lips around him and sucked as he moved back and forth. He shifted his grip from her jaw to her hair, twining his fingers with the silken stands. When he pushed further into her mouth, feeling the head of his cock push into her throat, she let out a tiny whimper but kept sucking.

After a few incredible minutes at the same languorous pace, he allowed himself to speed up. Both his hands were in her hair now, holding her steady while he fucked her face. He pushed too hard and felt her gag, backed off for a moment, then repeated the action. The sensation of her throat muscles spasming around him finally pushed him over the edge. Letting out a rough cry, he pulled out of her mouth and worked his cock quickly with one hand until he spilled his cum onto her swollen lips and flushed cheek.

He drew back, breathing heavily, and looked down at her. She lifted one hand to her face.

"Don't. Leave it."

Her hand dropped back to her lap.

"You look so beautiful like that, with my cum all over your face," he said, meaning it. "I bet you'll look even better on your back with your legs in the air."

She turned her face away but couldn't hide the heat that flashed into her eyes.

Laughing to himself, Matt pulled up his pants and went into the bathroom. He wet a washcloth and brought it back to her. "Here. Wipe your face off."

He stood by while she cleaned herself up, then took the washcloth back. Sitting on the bed again, he studied her. Several long seconds passed in silence before the girl finally looked at him again.

"Stand up," he instructed. She got unsteadily to her feet. "Now, take your clothes off. Start with that shirt."

The girl moved slowly, as if she wasn't sure, but she slipped the t-shirt over her head. Underneath she was wearing a simple black bra. Matt smiled. The baggy shirt had hidden her ample breasts. He couldn't wait to take the bra off her.

"Shoes next."

Getting her shoes off proved awkward while standing, but Matt made no move to help her and she did not ask to sit down. That was good. She was a quick learner.

"Pants."

The khakis slid down to reveal a red satin thong that made him smile. He waited for her to step out of the pants and then gestured for her to come closer. As she did so, she crossed her arms over her stomach, as though trying to hide from him.

When she was within reach, Matt caught her wrists and pulled them away from her body. She resisted a little, but allowed him to push both hands behind her back. Holding them there with one hand, he ran the other down over her exposed ass. She was soft and curvy, her skin as smooth as silk. He leaned close enough to put his face against her breast and inhaled her scent deeply. There was a lingering touch of cologne that he couldn't place.

Releasing her wrists and smiling with satisfaction when she left them where they were, Matt reached up to cup both her breasts. He stroked her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra, feeling them harden.

"Take off the bra," he ordered, leaning back enough to give her room to do so.

She seemed to fumble with the clasp in the back a moment before it came loose. Letting it slip down her arms, she dropped it to the floor.

Matt wanted to grab her again, to sink his fingers into her soft flesh, but he resisted the urge. He took a few seconds to look at her. Standing there, naked but for a piece of red satin, trembling, she looked so vulnerable. He was already hard again.

He didn't ask her to remove the panties. He did it for her, slipping his hands down over her hips and catching the tiny bit of fabric with his thumbs. She was neatly trimmed, but not shaved, just how he liked it. As he pushed the panties down, he leaned against her again, looking up at her face. When the panties reached her feet, he let her step out of them and ran his hands back up her body. He slid his fingers between her legs, just brushing over her, and she started. Wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her in place, he pressed his fingers deeper.

She whimpered as he stroked her. She might not be sure if she wanted to do this, but her body was. She was wet and open. He took the opportunity to slide a finger into her, stroking her from the inside.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes master."

"Do you want more?"

She gasped as he found her clit and rubbed it. "Y-yes master."

"Do you want my cock in you?"

"Yes master." Her voice sounded sure in that moment, needy.

"Lay down."

Matt stepped away from the bed while the girl stretched out on top of the coverlet. He let his eyes wander over her body as he pulled his clothes off. There was something about this girl, something different. He suddenly realized that it wasn't going to be enough for him to make her submit. She needed to be his, even if just for tonight.

Climbing onto the bed, Matt pushed her legs apart to kneel between them. She was looking at him with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Put your arms over your head." He reached over her to the night table. "Grab the headboard."

She did as he ordered, but gave a startled cry when the handcuffs closed around her wrists. "Wait…"

Drawing back, Matt slapped her, very lightly. Her eyes widened with shock, mouth falling open.

"Unless the next words out of your mouth are 'red light', then you're up to two mistakes now," he growled.

The was a moment when he thought for sure that she was going to say the safe words. Then her eyes dropped away from his and she relaxed back onto the bed.

"Good girl." He stroked her breasts. "Very good."

She remained quiet and still as he fondled her. When he put his mouth to her nipple, her body arched up toward him, her uncertainty forgotten. Stretching out on top of her, he continued to suck and kiss her breasts while his other hand went back down between her legs.

It wasn't long before she was panting and writhing beneath him, her face flushed a lovely rose. He was so hard that it hurt.

"Do you want me to fuck you now?" he asked, a bit breathless himself.

"Yes, master."

"Beg me." Pushing himself up, Matt spread her legs wider and maneuvered himself into place.

"Please, please…"

"Please what?" He ground against her.

"Please…master…fuck me."

Without another word, he rammed into her. She shrieked, body bowing up off the bed. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he held her by the hips and abandoned himself to a brutal rhythm. The girl continued to scream with each thrust, and he was just conscious enough to recognize them as cries of passion, not pain. He pushed himself to pound into her harder, faster.

When he felt that he was just on the brink of orgasm, he pulled back. Prying her legs from around his waist, he grabbed the keys from the night table and quickly unlocked the handcuffs. The girl was panting, her half-closed eyes filled with need. Her hair clung to her sweat-dampened face and neck.

"Please…master…"

The urge to kiss her rose in him suddenly. He'd always made it a point not kiss these girls. To him, a kiss meant something, something that he couldn't offer any of them. Now, the very sight of her mouth, her lips parted, nearly drove him to the edge.

He gave into the urge, lowering his head to capture those lips. His tongue darted out to taste her, reveling in the mixture of her own sweetness and the lingering taste of his own cock. She responded slowly, hesitantly. Her hands dropped down to rest on his shoulders, and that touch spurred him on once more. The kiss became rougher, more passionate.

Unable to ignore the other needs of his body any longer, he eventually broke it off. His mind was swimming as he removed her hands from his shoulders and moved back. He turned her onto her stomach, and she pulled her knees up, offering him exactly what he wanted. Before sliding into her once more, he brought his hand down on the smooth flesh of her ass. She groaned and pushed back against him.

"Do you like that?" Without waiting for an answer, he slapped her again, a little harder this time.

"Yes master."

Matt grinned and delivered several more sharp blows, thrilled to see his red handprints patterned across her pale skin. He stopped only when his hand began to sting, gripping her hips and pushing back into her. This time, he went slowly, watching his cock disappear into her body inch by inch. She braced herself against the headboard when he began to move, penetrating more deeply than before, but using less force. Soon she was moving with him, rocking back into his forward thrusts.

This was something new. Usually, it was a hard and fast bang and that was it. Even if he could hold out for more, he usually didn't want to. Now he found himself holding back, hoping to make this last.

He was surprised to find himself slipping his hand between her legs, stroking her in rhythm with his thrusts. She cried out again, her body jerking beneath his. For him, a girl's orgasm was rarely more than an afterthought, but he wanted to make her cum. He wanted her to scream just for him.

"Say my name," he ordered, quickening his pace.

"Oh…Ma…Matt."

"When you cum, I wanna hear you screaming it."

"Yes master."

Closing his eyes, Matt turned all his focus to fucking her into a frenzy. When speeding up and changing the angle of his thrusts didn't do it, he reached up to pinch at her nipples. Soon she was bucking almost frantically beneath him, pushing back to meet every one of his strokes. Sensing that she was close, he slapped her on the ass once more and she let out a shriek.

He bent over her and pulled lightly on her hair, tipping her face back. Scraping his teeth along the side of her neck, he said, "Cum for me, baby."

He grit his teeth as her muscles suddenly contracted around him. Bracing himself on her shoulder, he pounded harder into that new tightness and was rewarded by a long, shuddering spasm that seemed to sweep over her from head to toe.

"Matt! Oh my God…Matt!"

As if just the sound of his name on her lips was enough, Matt tipped over into his own orgasm. He thrust into her once more as he came, crying out wordlessly. He felt as if he'd gone suddenly blind and deaf, oblivious to anything but the tight heat of her. For a long moment he could do nothing but breathe and try not to collapse.

When the worst of the black spots had faded from his vision, he withdrew and let himself fall to the bed. She collapsed beside him, shivering from something that had nothing to do with the cold. He could not help but smile at her utterly sated expression.

Usually, he'd rouse himself now and inform her that he was going to take a shower and it'd be best if she was gone by the time he came out. Instead, he just lay there, enjoying the warmth at his side, the tickle of her hair against his shoulder. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift.

He was reawakened when the bathroom light snapped on suddenly, unsure how much time had passed. Lifting his head, he blinked his eyes open and found himself alone in the bed. He pushed himself upright and rubbed at his face.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

Looking up, he found the girl standing in the bathroom doorway. She was redressed and had combed her hair. She smiled at him, and he was struck by how different she looked. Had she smiled at him before? Even once?

"I have to get going," she said, gathering up her shoes and sitting on the bed to pull them on. "The show's probably over by now, and I have to meet Jason."

"Jason?"

"Yeah, my husband. I told him to pick me up here after the show."

That brought Matt fully awake. "You're…you're married?"

The girl gave him a sly grin over one shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Jason's not the jealous type. He knows exactly why I had to leave early."

"But…" Somehow, the idea of his "sweet young thing" being married was just too much to comprehend.

"It's been a lot of fun. You were really great. It's been a long time since I met someone who was such a vicious bastard." Standing, she held up a hand at his protest. "Don't get me wrong, I loved every second. I was so tempted to screw up just one more time so you could punish me for real."

The glint in her eyes made his jaw fall open.

"I think you got me pretty good, anyhow," she said with a laugh, rubbing her ass. "I'm not going to be able to sit down for a week."

Matt could only stare as she blew him a kiss and headed toward the door.

"I'll see you the next time you're in town, maybe."

The door closing behind her finally brought him up off the bed. Finding his pants, he tugged them on and went for the door. He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't just let her walk away after that.

As soon as he started to opened the door, he drew up short. He could hear the girl talking to someone…Adam.

"It's good to see you, Baby," he was saying, the tone of voice telling Matt that he meant it. "Were you at the show? I didn't see you there."

"Well, I was, but I left a little early."

Adam chuckled. "Really? Anybody I know?"

Matt couldn't quite make out the girl's response, but a moment later, Adam burst out laughing.

"Are you kidding me? You were Matt's sweet little girl? How in the hell did you pull that off?"

Edging the door open, Matt peeked out just in time to see the girl clasp her hands under her chin and bat her eyes.

"Who, me? Why, I'm just a scared little thing," the girl said in a high singsong voice. "I'm so shy and sweet that I can't hardly speak."

Adam laughed again, leaning against the wall. "I can't believe he fell for that."

The girl shrugged. "He saw what he wanted to see."

"What about you? Did you get what you wanted?"

"And then some."

"So…" Adam moved closer to her and lowered his voice. "Do you think could I maybe see a reenactment?"

Laughing, the girl stood on tiptoe to peck his cheek. "Sure you can. Matt's room is right down the hall. I'm sure he'd be happy to show you just how it's done."

"Aw, come on, Baby…"

"Sorry, Mr. Copeland, but I'm already gonna be sore in the morning, and my husband's waiting for me."

"Okay." Adam caught her hand and gave it a kiss. "Will I see you next time we're in town?"

"Maybe, if I don't get any better offers."

"Oh, ouch." Adam clutched at his chest and staggered into the wall.

Laughing, the girl turned away from him and headed toward the elevator. Matt watched her go.

"Lucky bastard." Adam said then, startling him.

Seeing that he'd been spotted, Matt let the door swing further open. "Hey Adam."

Adam grinned. "Baby's amazing, isn't she?"

"Baby?"

"Yeah." Adam nodded in the direction the girl had gone. "Did you even bother to ask her name?"

For some reason, Matt didn't want to admit that he hadn't. "Is she a friend of yours?"

Still looking down the hall, Adam shrugged. "Only when I'm lucky."

"What the hell does that mean?"

Adam straightened and moved over to clap Matt on the bare shoulder. "It means," he said. "That tonight, you got very, very lucky."

With that, Adam turned and went to his room. Matt frowned after him for a moment, then looked back in the opposite direction. He wasn't sure why, but he got the feeling that Adam was right.

THE END