Desires of passion

"I had her up all night long!"

Jordan POV:
Randy and I are back in his hotel room after watching chainsaw massacre with Dean and Courtney in there room. "So I can't sleep tonight..." I say trailing off and looking at Randy with a suggestive face. Making him smirk "well I'll need to make sure you don't fall asleep then" he says in a dark tone stalking towards me. "Hmm, what am I to do with you?" He asks rhetorically, trapping me in between his large bulging biceps. I look down at his arms and lick my lips slightly in love with his tattoos. Randy leans down catching my lips in his kissing me. The kiss turns more heated until Randy is grabbing my hair and pulling my head to the side as he kisses and sucks his way down my neck as I moan. Looking up at me he smiles grabbing my waist and lifting me by my hips with no effort throwing me down on he bed softly. I wince as he backs up immediately apologizing before goin back to kissing down my neck pulling my shirt and bra off as he does.
I moan softly and look at him with awe in my eyes. I smirk before becoming a defiant and biting my lip. Randy's eyes darken leaning down and capturing my lip between his teeth as I quickly let it go, His sinking in painfully for a moment or two before he releases. "What did I tell you about that? Do it again and you'll be over my knee in a second" He growls out before glaring at me. I stare him in the eyes and bite my lip again, knowing I'm going to be punished. He gently pulls me over his lap careful of my head but still rough enough to know he is serious. I moan softly and feel myself slip into the deepest version of subspace Ive ever been in. I laid over his lap, anxiously waiting for his touch. He starts to rub my left ass cheek "You've been such a bad girl lately. First that skimpy ring gear, showing off MY property. Did you forget you're only my whore?" He growls out at me before bringing his hand down on my left cheek. "Then, you start biting your lip, something I specifically told you not to do. Maybe it's time to put some discipline into you. I'm tired of the bratty behavior" he spits out before landing another hand on my ass "count." He commands before continuing his actions. I wince and moan at every hit. "One?" I hiss out in a questioning tone. "One who?" He brings his hand down on my right cheek even harder this time. "One sir!" I yell out squirming in his hold my ass already on fire. Randy rubs my ass for a minute "your already turning red, baby." He says in a happily sadistic tone before bringing his hand down again. "Two" I gasp trying to relax hoping it would help. Randy continues to let solid slaps fall on me as I start to cry. "six ,sir" in sob into Randy leg as he pets down my back. "Shh baby you did so well! Such a good girl for me it's all okay now." He coos in my ear picking me up softly and laying me on the bed on my back. "I, don't have the good stuff with me but let me get some lotion for that." Randy says getting up and walking to his bag where he rummages for a while before bringing back a cooling cream from my bruised ass. He sits down with his knees on ether side of my legs and softly rubs the cream in taking his time. I start to yawn and get comfortable." Hey, you still can't go to sleep yet baby" Randy says from above me tickling my sides as I hum already out of it. Randy sighs and checks the clock seeing it was already four in the morning. Shrugging Randy sets his alarm for every hour until eight when he gets up.

Courtney POV:
Jordan and Randy leave after the movie ends so I get up to straighten the room out picking up empty drinks and spilled snacks. Dean sits on the bed watching my every move which makes me smile. I turn and go to throw everything away coming back to see Dean has my collar laid out on the bed and was sitting at the top still fully dressed his arms crossed behind his head relaxed. "Strip." He says in a lazy tone telling me I'd be doing all the work tonight. I pull off my clothes slow enough to tease but fast enough to not get in trouble. I look Dean in the eyes waiting for his next move but his eyes stay locked on the ceiling. I start to move my hand out to my collar only to stop to Dean suddenly across the bed gripping my wrist in a painful grip. "Don't touch, my things with out permission" He growls throwing my hand away and laying back down as if he never moved. I roll my eyes feeling safe to do so seeing his eyes were closed. "Don't you dare roll your eyes again or you will regret it." Dean spits in the exact same position. "I'm sorry master, what would you like now sir?" I ask standing naked in the middle of the room fidgeting unsure of what to do. " I want you to stand there and be good." He reply's as if it were obvious. "Yes master" I say putting my hands down by my side and straightening out as I struggle not to tap my foot. Dean stretched out more on the bed looking absolutely comfortable. His right hand comes down as he palms his bulge finally opening his eyes . "You know this is your fault slut?" He asks me calmly as I shake my head looking directly at his crotch and licking my lips. "Yeah look at you, you want it so bad basically told the universe that tonight walking out in my ring gear." He says unzipping his jeans and taking his cock out and stroking as I watch. "I-I" I go to speak but not knowing what to say. "Go on say you like having my name all over you, say you like every one knowing who you belong to." Dean demands still rubbing himself at a slow pace. "I love having people know you own me master" I moan with hooded eyes utterly turned on. "Maybe I should start walking you to your matches on a leash I'm sure everyone would love to see that." He moans gruffly bucking up into his own hand as I watch desperately from the middle of the room . Dean stops moving catching my attention "I asked you a question, bitch." Dean spits now angry going to sit up as I panic " Yes master you can do whatever you want master. I'm yours." I say hurriedly not wanting him to stop the show. Dean tsks picking up my collar and pointing in front of him. I crawl up the bed and drop to my knees in front of him bowing my head. He reached up and tightens the collar around my neck making me smile and moan. Feeling at home with his collar around my neck the small tag with Deans initials a neatly scrolled JG intertwined with one another. "Perfect." Dean says petting my neck just above the collar. "Now get over here and ride me!" Dean commands roughly dragging me by one finger slipped under the collar "Yes master."