"Kurt."
Kurt Angle looked down the hallway, his hand pausing on the button for the elevator. Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley jogged up to his side, a bright yet slightly intimidating smile on her rosy lips. "Yes Stephanie?" Kurt asked, really wanted nothing more than to get back to the hotel and get some sleep.
"I wanted to talk to you for a moment," Stephanie replied, her eyes flicking down his form. "Follow me to my office." She turned around and began walking away, expecting him to follow.
"Um, could we maybe talk tomorrow?" Kurt suggested. "I'm just really tired right now, Steph."
"Nope, I think now's a good time," Stephanie told him, continuing to walk away. Kurt sighed, following the McMahon princess reluctantly.
Once they were in her office, Stephanie closed and bolted the door, turning to Kurt with her hands on her hips. "Now Kurt," she began, a definite hint of malice in her voice, "I want to talk about your future in this company."
Kurt set down his bag, swallowing nervously. "Well, I - I thought I was doing just fine, Steph. I've been working really hard on my performance, both my wrestling and my character."
Stephanie smirked, a sly look coming across her face. "You've been doing great, Kurt. But it takes more than just being good in the ring to get ahead in this company." Her eyes ran down his body, making him shiver. "Take off your shirt," she demanded.
"What?" Kurt stared at the young woman. She had always been very dominant and commanding, but he had never seen her like this before.
"I said, take off your shirt," Stephanie repeated. She simply stood still, looking at him, her commanding eyes boring into him.
Hesitantly, Kurt reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it slowly off over his head. He wasn't sure where this was going, but he knew he didn't like it. Stephanie walked around him, her eyes scrutinizing every part of his body. Kurt felt as though he were being sized up like a piece of meat.
"You know Kurt, you have a VERY nice body," Stephanie purred, reaching out to run her fingers over his muscular stomach.
Kurt shuddered and moved away from the touch. "Stephanie, I - I don't know what you expected, but you're married, and I don't believe in that sort of thing anyway," Kurt told the wickedly grinning woman.
"Kurt, honey, don't worry," Stephanie assured him. "I have absolutely NO interest in sleeping with you. I really have very little interest in that period."
"Oh. I'm sorry." Kurt blinked, feeling foolish and at the same time wondering what Hunter thought of that.
"No, I'm interested in other things," Stephanie drawled. She continued to stare at him like a piece of meat as her hand drifted over to the zipper on her leather mini skirt, resting there and playing with the fastening. "I'll tell you what I want you to do, Kurt," she whispered in a harsh voice. "It involves you getting on your knees, and showing me just what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours."
Kurt's eyes widened, his face turning white. "But you can't - that's just - that's sick! I would never do that!" he stammered in disbelief.
Stephanie's face instantly turned hard as a rock, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Oh, you will do it," she told him calmly, in a tone that could've cut through steel. "You don't have a choice, babe. You see, I hold the power around here. I run things. I decide who gets a push and who doesn't." She smirked, her hand playing with the zipper on her skirt. "How do you think Hunter got where he is, hmm? He's been a good little boy."
Kurt stared at her, shocked at the idea of Hunter Hurst Helmsley letting any woman command him. "Are - are you serious?" he stuttered, not able to believe any of this.
"Oh, absolutely," Stephanie replied, her tone deadly serious. "I'm a woman who gets what I want, Kurt. And one of the things I want is to show all you self-righteous muscle heads EXACTLY who's in charge here. For once, a woman's gonna call the shots."
Kurt swallowed hard. He had never thought a woman could be half this intimidating, but Stephanie was so good at intimidation he had to fight to keep his knees from knocking together. He steeled himself, making himself look right into her eyes. "I won't do it," he told her resolutely.
Stephanie laughed, to Kurt's great shock. "Do you think Hunter gave in the second I asked him?" she chuckled, shaking her head and giving him a condescending look. "Hell no. But he came to realize that pleasing me was the way to get ahead." Stephanie narrowed her eyes, pointing to the floor. "On you knees, bitch. NOW!"
Shocked and a little scared at her outburst, Kurt fell onto his knees, wishing he still had his kneepads on. Stephanie nodded approvingly, taking the zipper holding her skirt closed between her fingers and sliding it down, then chucking it onto a nearby chair. She was wearing only a skin- colored thong under it, which she quickly discarded. "Now come here," she commanded, indicating the space directly in front of her.
Kurt crawled over to her, kneeling where she had indicated. Stephanie looked down at his submissive position and laughed. "You look good on your knees, baby," she breathed, playing with a strand of his hair. "You know it's where all men belong." She gave him a stern look when she saw his mouth start to open, silencing him instantly.
"Now, I'm going to assume you're not really a virgin. Yes?" Stephanie prodded. Kurt nodded. "Didn't think so. But you've never done this before?" Kurt shook his head. Stephanie snorted in disgust. "Figures. You men are all pigs. I bet some woman's given you head, but you couldn't repay the favor?" Kurt just stared down at the floor, not wanting to look at the very intimidating woman standing before him.
"Time for you to learn," Stephanie murmured, her eyes gleaming with a sudden lust as she moved so she was standing with her legs spread apart. "I think you can figure out what to do," she said dryly when Kurt didn't move. "Now," she growled at the seemingly petrified man before her.
Kurt swallowed, finally raising his eyes to look directly into the patch of hair in between Stephanie's legs. He glanced up at her face nervously, shuddering at the pure power he saw in her eyes. He hesitantly began to move forward, but he couldn't take it and had to pull back. "Stephanie, I - I can't!" he sobbed, shaking his head back and forth. "I can't!"
"You can and will, you bitch!" Stephanie ordered, grabbing the back of his head by the hair and forcing his face into her crotch. Shaking slightly, Kurt stuck out his tongue and gave Stephanie's sensitive area a quick, hesitantly lick. Stephanie growled with impatience. "I won't bite, go further than that!" she commanded, pushing his lips up against her.
Kurt had to take a deep breath the steady himself, then just let his body take over. He began to lick at her damp opening, delving deeper and tonguing her clit. Stephanie moaned and threw her head back, her hands grasping at his short hair. "More baby," she gasped, her chest moving heavier. Kurt ran his tongue over her clit a few more times, then began to suck on it, making her moan loudly. Feeling assured what he was doing was right by her reaction, he let his tongue explore, pushing it further into her body. Stephanie let out a strangle cry, pleasure written across her face. "Oh god, yes, that's it!" she cried. "More like that baby. Move it around a little. Ooh, yeah baby!" She could feel her orgasm approaching as Kurt's wet tongue slithered around inside of her, making her body rocket into that hyper-excited state she loved so much. She screamed as her orgasm hit her suddenly, making her rock in pure ecstacy. She held Kurt's head right where it was, not letting him pull away until she had rode out the last wave of pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, Kurt, baby, you're a natural!" Stephanie exclaimed, collapsing back into a chair and fanning herself with her hand. She glanced at the Olympian, who was still kneeling, an uncertain look on his slightly wet face. "You can go clean up now," she told him, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. She quickly wiped herself off with a towel, then pulled her thong and her skirt back on. Kurt remained where he was, staring at her from his seemingly frozen position. "Not a word of this to anyone," Stephanie instructed as she ran a brush through her hair, then slipped on a leather jacket and picked up her bag. "You were good, but I'll expect improvement. You might want to research it, like Hunter did. Not a word to him either, though. Who I make my bitch is none of his business. Got it?"
Kurt nodded meekly. Stephanie nodded, then headed out the door
without another word to him. Kurt just stared off into space, not able
to believe that that woman, any woman, could have such incredible power
over him.
Next part in series:
Going in Reverse