An hour and a half before Smackdown taping,
Tuesday, June 3rd, 2014

Randy's POV

If I haven't said it before I'll say it now.

Roman Reigns has to be the sexiest man alive.

Watching him come undone in front of me and just from sucking him off on top of it. I could only imagine, and trust me when I say I have imagined it, what he would look like being edged, god what I would give to be able to see that.

And then when the word "master" came out of his lips, I swear I could've came just from hearing it for the first time. He was reluctant at first but I could tell he enjoyed it just as much as I did, especially with how hard he came for me. Still despite all of that, he was a hard man to read. I told him that if he wanted to he could come back Monday and that if he did he would be mine, and only mine. I didn't really get much of a reaction out of that, I could tell that he was just really turned on from the situation. Honestly, I was stuck. Big men like him got embarrassed really easily with things like this, and not in a good way.

Currently, I could tell that the big man was in the regret phase of all of this with how silent he was. He hadn't said a word since I went into the bathroom to get a towel and cleaned him up. Before I knew that he was just a little dazed and that was to be expected. But then I pulled him into my arms and he just slumped against my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair and he leaned into my touch but I could see the conflicted look on his face even with his eyes closed. This was the part I hated. The man was clearly a dominant in every sense of the word but something about him just screamed to be dominated. And who was I to deny him of that?

I lean over and grab my phone, glancing down at the time, we still had a little time but I didn't need Ambrose to get all pissy. I really would need to talk to Rollins about that whole situation because honestly, I didn't need him to get in the way.

"Say something," I say softly as I look back at him from my phone.

He finally opens his eyes and looks at me and for a second my chest tightens seeing the submissive yet conflicted look in his eyes.

"What am I supposed to say 'Master'" His voice was full of spite and it and that word that made my chest swell with pride before now just made me angry. My eyes narrowed down at him and before I could stop myself my hand was on his chin and his head was turned roughly so he was looking directly at me. He wasn't mine. Not yet. But I would not tolerate this kind of disrespect from anyone and if he had a club membership he would've been over my knee.

"Look I understand that you're not used to this and that this is new for you, but you enjoyed it. Don't try to pretend that you didn't" I had half a mind to force him to admit it. To admit that he loved every second of what happened. But now was too soon. He was already feeling like crap so now isn't the best time to introduce him to the wonderful world of humiliation.

The next few seconds passed in silence, both of us just staring at each other, my hand still gripping his chin. Though it felt less like I was gripping it and more like his chin was resting in it. He looked a lot less defiant, almost made me feel bad for getting upset with him.

Almost.

I let go of him and stand up causing him to move off of me. If it were up to me I would've kept him here in my locker room until he was needed elsewhere. Hell I'd have him bring his things here and tell him to just get ready with me. Then after my matches I'd have him on his knees, maybe even reward him for doing well. He'd eat that up for sure.

"Let's go then. You leave first of course. I can rough you up a bit if you're afraid anyone's gonna question why you were in here."

He gives me a look that says he's not even a little bit amused by my words and I give him one back that tells him not to press his luck. we have another stare down for a few seconds before he turns his head away from me to look towards the door. With his back turned to me I take the time to wrap my arms around him from behind, feeling him tense against me but he doesn't pull away. It's a good sign. I lean down a little a press my lips to the side of his neck until I feel him relax slightly. His discomfort is still noticeable but his shoulders are no longer trying to touch his ears. 

"I know you won't believe me when I tell you this, but you looked extremely sexy writhing on the floor for me" I whisper softly in his ear, nuzzling my head against the back of his neck, "Looked so good for me, you might think less of yourself but you have no idea what you do to me." I press myself against him so he can feel the hardon I'm gonna have to take care of before I leave my room. Pressing myself a little closer I remove one of my arms from around his waist and reach forward to twist the handle on the door.

"Behave." 

I whisper one last word before opening the door slightly and moving away from him. For a second he doesn't move. The door slightly ajar just enough to let light in from the hallway outside. His head turns towards me and that conflicted look of confusion still sits in his eyes and I want nothing more than to replace with it with certainty, the absolute certainty that he was mine and that I would take care of him. Break him and put him back together again.

He looks like he wants to say something but he hesitates before shaking his head and making his way out of the room. My eyes may or may not fall to his ass as he makes his way out, following it until the door closed behind him. 

It's not until the door clicks shut that it finally hits me what just happened and who it just happened with. The hard on I'm sporting becomes painful in my trunks and it's definitely time for a cold shower.

"Orton!"

Fuck. 

I groan in annoyance at the sound of the little two toned weasel's voice and what seems to be the banging of his fist against my locker room door. At this point it seems like he's going to be on my ass as long as he's a part of the authority and honestly I'm contemplating leaving the authority myself so I don't have to put up with him anymore. With no other choice other than drowning his voice out with my shower I open the door with a scowl and of course find a very angry looking Seth Rollins standing outside of it.

"You son of a bitch. You actually fucking did it didn't you... you actually fucking did it."

I furrow my eyebrows at him in confusion trying to figure out what the hell he's talking about before it finally hits me. And honestly I'm not sure whether I should be proud or concerned so me being me I go with the latter,

"Well, you did say I had a better chance with him than you did with getting back with Ambrose."

A/N Ok it's been a while but like guys, 1k reads?! I did not think anybody with give two cares about a kinky story between Randy and Roman, but apparently you do so thank you for the votes and thank you for reading and supporting!

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