Trish stared vacantly at Drew as he regaled the small group with what she'd have thought was a very funny story about he and Adam pool hustling in Miami, if she'd been able to concentrate on anything properly. As it was, however, she just tried to look as if she was paying attention.

It had been two weeks since her bizarre encounter with Matt Hardy, and she hadn't had a moment's peace since. She couldn't reconcile her conflicting emotions; she was humiliated she'd been used in such a fashion, angry at his presumption, ashamed she hadn't put up more resistance. And yet every time she recalled Matt's dark expression as he loomed over her, the sensation of being so small and helpless beneath his powerful frame, she felt such an intense thrill it made her dizzy.

On the few occasions she'd seen Matt he'd acted as though nothing had happened. He barely seemed aware she existed, and certainly paid no attention to her skittishness whenever he was around. In fact, they were staying in the same hotel and had been leaving at the same time for the arena. He'd held the door open for her as he always did for any of the women, but gave no other sign he'd even seen her.

She was sure she looked awful. She'd been unable to sleep decently since the encounter -when her mind finally stopped working around in circles and allowed her to sleep, it was fitful and shallow, her dreams full of images she half-remembered on waking but couldn't quite grasp.

She'd have given anything for even brief tranquillity, she felt utterly exhausted. Constant confusion was so very tiring. Her mind felt like it was fractured into thousands of tiny pieces and she couldn't for the life of her fathom why. Yes, she'd had an experience which had been quite frightening at the time, but while he'd been rough he hadn't really hurt her, and ultimately she had acquiesced to it and gotten a lot of pleasure from it. It certainly shouldn't have been occupying her thoughts every second of the day.

All of a sudden she had to fight a shiver; although she hadn't heard anyone approach she could feel body heat behind her. She felt an inexplicable mixture of fear and lust course through her, and knew without question exactly who was standing so close behind her. She was deeply annoyed with herself for wanting to lean back against him.

Trish kept herself completely frozen, determined not to lose at least the image of her composure. She felt a tickle as long hair brushed her shoulder, and an increase in the heat as he moved close enough that she couldn't tell if he was actually in contact with her or if she wanted it so badly she was imagining the sensation. She almost jumped when a hot breath ghosted over her ear.

“I'm not done with you,” Matt whispered softly, his face so close she had to close her eyes as she resisted the desire to melt against his strong shoulder. “Room 220. Midnight.” A hint of steel crept into his tone. “Don't be late.”

Without waiting for a response he was gone, leaving her back feeling cold and her legs shaky. She could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks, embarrassed that he could have such an effect on her. Thankfully the brief liaison seemed to have gone unnoticed by the rest of the group, so she at least didn't have to explain her reaction.

Except to herself. She was not at all impressed that she'd been so aroused by his mere proximity, and she definitely wasn't impressed that he'd been so arrogant as to give her an order and just assume she'd comply. There was no way in hell she was going to obey his demand, no matter how attractive he was to her.

It was at least half an hour before she realised that the moments she'd been under his spell were the first in two weeks that her mind had been unfettered and coherent.

Trish stood and stared at the tacky golden numbers on the door of room 220, still arguing with herself that she shouldn't be here. And she certainly shouldn't have been standing around for five minutes waiting until it was midnight, but that was what time he had told her to be here so that's what she did. She spent that five minutes swinging between sullen, sulking at herself for this unexplained urge to follow his instructions to the letter, and nervous, breathless with combined trepidation and excitement.

She had made sure she was as perfect as she could reasonably accomplish, given the dark circles under her eyes. It was hard though when she didn't know how his tastes ran. She'd opted to go for a simple look rather than something glitzy - her instincts told her he'd prefer that, and frankly there was a reasonable chance of him tearing whatever she wore anyhow, so it would be foolish to choose something expensive. She'd eventually settled on a short, tight black skirt and a white fitted blouse, and kept her makeup to a minimum, necessities such as the keycard for her own room in a small black handbag. She'd elected to omit underwear altogether, since the less she wore, the less he could ruin. She hoped it met with his approval, and she resented that she felt that way.

She kept on looking nervously at the clock above the hotel elevator, watching the seconds tick by. By the time she had only a minute left to wait she was a mess of nerves, and spent that last minute debating whether to go back to her own room and pretend his order had never been issued. But she still found herself knocking timidly on the door at midnight.

The few seconds before the door swung open seemed to take forever, and she used them to wonder what the hell was wrong with her. She'd known Matt for a good while now and while she'd never been comfortable around him she'd never reacted to him this way until he'd taken advantage of her in the locker room either. In a way she felt safer around him now than before, so this irrational fear was... well, irrational.

The door was pulled open wide and she found herself face to face with the man that confused her so much. Matt stood before her shirtless and barefoot, smirking as he watched her eyes flit over his chest and arms before she forced herself to look him in the eye.

“Good girl,” Matt said as he stood aside to let her enter, and she clenched her hands into fists with the effort of not telling him to quit being such a patronising bastard.

Trish strolled into the room, trying to give an appearance of confidence she sure as hell didn't feel, and busied herself looking around while he closed the door behind her rather than watch him. She knew it would have been more convincing if she hadn't been standing in your average dull hotel room, same as any other, but she kept her head high and refused to allow her nervousness onto her face. She set her handbag on the nightstand.

She tried to stand still and impassive as he walked around her, looking her up and down, but she was disgusted to feel herself starting to blush from his intense scrutiny. She felt as though she was naked already, the way his eyes were boring into her. His dark smile widened as her blush grew, and she seethed quietly at her inability to stop it.

“Oh, come now, Trish,” he scolded, amusement laced through his tone. “There's hardly any point being shy with me. I've already watched you cum on my cock.” He grinned as her flush deepened further still, and she was glad he had no way of knowing how her stomach flipped at the memory.

He advanced on her slowly, and Trish felt almost as though she was shrinking as he got closer. When he stood right in front of her, an inch from her own body, he seemed about three feet taller than her. Having him so close was maddening, his heat and his scent intoxicated her and all her rational thought about her reactions began to gradually melt away into her rising desire.

Matt's hands closed on her shoulders, shoving her roughly down to her knees. On eye level with his crotch, Trish openly stared at it while he undid his belt, her previous encounter with him at the forefront of her mind as he popped the button on his pants and drew down the zipper.

He didn't bother taking his pants off; just pushed them down his thighs along with his boxers in one motion, allowing his half-erect cock to pull free. Trish unconsciously ran her tongue over her bottom lip, watching it continue to harden before her eyes, thick and tempting. She was so engrossed in the view she almost forgot she'd been put on her knees for a reason.

She winced as one of Matt's hands wound tightly in her hair but made no objection, obediently opening her mouth as his other hand curled around the base of his cock, pushing it demandingly towards her. She heard him let loose a quiet growl as her lips enveloped the head, and that sound aroused her almost as much as the wonderful feeling of hot flesh in her mouth.

She discovered quickly that this wasn't going to be a gentle, sensuous blowjob, her efforts to tongue at the underside of Matt's cock futile as he used his grip in her hair to thrust into her mouth hard, and she adjusted her strategy. She kept her tongue low and her throat as open as she could, unable even to close her lips around Matt's erection properly as he violated her mouth.

All Trish's concentration went into trying not to choke, her eyes beginning to water. She had very limited movement of her head with Matt yanking on her hair the way he was, but she found her body instinctively pulled itself back violently when she began to gag and while it made her feel he might well tear out chunks of her blonde mane, it did ease the assault on her throat for a moment. And every time Matt would immediately force himself back into her mouth, and the cycle would begin all over again.

Tentatively, Trish raised a hand and placed it on Matt's thigh, half afraid he'd slap it away. But to her delight he allowed the contact and she took great pleasure in feeling the muscles ripple beneath her palm as he thrust relentlessly into her mouth. Being permitted to touch him somehow felt like a reward, and with renewed determination she made her throat open that little bit wider, tried on every pass to take him that little bit deeper.

Matt suddenly released her hair, pulling his cock from her mouth with a grunt, and she fell back onto her heels, one hand wiping at her lips. She felt more confident now and she managed to look up at him. His eyes were darkened with lust and that now familiar predatory smirk curled his lips, silently gloating over the desire in her own expression.

Without a word, he reached out and took a grip in her hair again, and she scrambled quickly to her feet as he pulled up on it. He walked her backward until her boots scraped against the wall, and she found herself almost cowering under his hard, inscrutable gaze when he reached out to her.

Trish made a conscious effort to steel herself against her fear as the tip of Matt's finger traced her lips. It trailed down over her chin and throat so lightly she could barely feel it, but it still sent shivers down her spine as it travelled down her breastbone to the top of her blouse. In spite of herself, she flinched when Matt's hands curled tightly around the edges of the fabric and tore it open with a wrench, and buttons went flying.

She blushed with pleasure at his murmur of approval, her eyes fixed on his hands as he grazed his open palms over her nipples and a little voice in the back of her head demanding to know what the hell she was going to wear back to her own room. Her lust quickly drowned that voice out though, as Matt's hands slid down to her waist and around her back, drawing down the zipper on her skirt.

Matt pushed the skirt down until it slid down her legs, hinting to her to step out of it with a none-too-gentle nudge. Once she'd kicked it to one side he resumed his grasp in her hair, dragging her forcibly to the bed and bending her forward over it.

As she put her hands on the bed to steady herself he kicked her legs open with one foot, and she tensed at finding herself so suddenly spread to his gaze. It certainly didn't help that for several seconds he did nothing at all, and she could only assume he was scrutinising her sex as thoroughly as he'd scrutinised the rest of her when she came in. It was intensely demeaning to be reduced to a useful orifice – and yet she felt a surge of vitality and power.

A moment later she also felt the heat of Matt's fingers, sliding between her pussy lips and over her clit as he explored her with his hand for the first time. When the first finger sank into her she moaned aloud, pushing back wantonly against it.

Her moan took on an edge of frustration as the finger was removed, but she remained where he'd put her without complaint, waiting for his next move. In her peripheral vision she saw his pants and boxers being thrown to one side and a split second later she felt the head of his cock slipping over her wet pussy as Matt positioned himself.

Without a thought for the lengthy foreplay she'd normally demand, Trish sucked in a shaken gasp as Matt drove himself in deep. As he pulled back slightly she was grateful she still had her platform boots on, or that first thrust would have taken her clear off her feet. The second was forceful enough that she felt his hips slap into her ass.

She squealed in pain as his hand wove into her hair again, yanking her head back as he fucked her. He set a moderate pace, but deep and hard enough that she knew she'd feel it for a few days. She didn't voice even a murmur of protest when he pushed her face down into the bedspread, somehow taking more pleasure from knowing he was using her as he chose than she could ever recall having taken from anything else.

He pulled out of her abruptly, tugging on one of her arms to indicate she should rise. “Boots,” he said, gesturing at them dismissively, and she obediently sat on the edge of the bed to remove them.

Once they were off he pulled her to her feet. Throwing open the bedclothes, he shoved her into the bed, climbing in beside her and pulling the sheets back up around them. Trish simply followed his lead, asking no questions and acquiescing to his non-verbal commands instantly. As Matt rolled himself on top of her she instinctively spread her legs wide beneath him, and he smirked in satisfaction.

She still found that smug smirk annoying, but for the first time she found it incredibly sexy too. His self-assurance was so desirable, and it helped that she felt so fragile and vulnerable beneath him. She sighed blissfully as he eased his cock back into her, shyly putting a hand on his sweaty chest and heartened that he didn't seem to mind at all.

Matt resumed his steady pace, and Trish was swept up in the sensations of power she felt while she watched his expression shift as he increasingly lost himself in animal lust. One of his hands wound back into her hair from underneath and tugged her head back with a sharp yank. Trish lay submissively with her neck and back arched at such an angle that she was staring at the headboard, and though she mourned the loss of seeing his pleasure she found obeying him without question held a pleasure all its own.

As her hips rose to meet his thrusts she clenched her internal muscles, and she couldn't stop a smile at his needy moan, although the renewed violence he fucked her with meant that she'd now probably have bruises on her inner thighs again. She knew when she heard him snarl that he was getting close to orgasm and she clenched tighter still, eager to make it as good for him as she could with her limited movement.

Trish felt his breath on her throat and the next thing she knew she was flooded by a hot spasm of pain as he sank his teeth into the curve of her neck. She forgot all about deliberately trying to make it better for him, mewling in pain and instinctively trying to writhe away from him. He merely bit harder, and her struggle seemed to be what pushed him over the edge.

He panted against her skin as he fucked her pussy harder still, finally releasing her neck from his mouth when he gasped for breath, pushing his cock deep inside her as he came. Swimming on the relief as the pain lessened, Trish was only distantly aware of the barely perceptible twitch as Matt's cock began to release inside her.

Feeling a little dazed from the unexpected onslaught at the end, Trish listened contentedly as her lover gradually began to breathe more normally. She didn't think he'd broken the skin but she wondered nonetheless just how visible those teethmarks were going to be and how she could possibly explain them away. It occurred to her that she herself hadn't cum at all, and to her surprise she didn't care in the slightest.

Matt finally disengaged his hand from her hair and she pulled her head down to a more comfortable position, watching him as he withdrew from her with his eyes closed and collapsed next to her. As she waited for him to speak she realised that she'd once again forgotten entirely about condoms. Why the hell couldn't she think straight when he touched her? It's not like he gave any thought to her pleasure.

She grew increasingly uncomfortable as Matt stayed silent, and she eventually concluded that he'd simply gone to sleep. Which made sense; Matt didn't seem to even like her, so there wouldn't be a lot of point in staying awake to politely see her out after he'd finished with her.

She remembered with some irritation that he'd torn her blouse open, and she was going to have to hold it closed as she made her way back to her room. She sincerely hoped she didn't pass anyone from the WWF on her way back to her own room. God only knew what they'd think. Biting back a sigh, she turned to her side and started squirming away only to have a strong arm clamp about her waist, effectively pinning her to the bed.

“Fuck's sake, woman, go to sleep,” Matt mumbled. “Gonna need it, in the morning I'm gonna fuck you in the ass.”

Trish froze. She never did anal with anyone without having firmly established the ground rules first, and without being damn sure they were going to back off if she screamed.

On the other hand, the thought of flying without a safety net was fucking sexy.