Yes

"Fine," she mumbled, "I'll take the deal." Dean chuckled, scratching his chin. "Good. Now turn over, take off the robe."

Kara opened her mouth to protest, but remembered quickly what she had just agreed to. She slowly slipped off the robe, letting it pool at her feet as she exposed herself to Dean. She avoided any eye contact as she turned over, laying down flat with her chest pressed against the mattress. Dean made a disgruntled sound. "Keep laying down, but pick your knees up. Downward dog style." She cursed silently, reluctantly getting her back half propped up on her knees, her bare ass sticking up in the air. "Perfection." Dean taunted.

Kara closed her eyes and winced, preparing for the inevitable. Without wasting any time, she felt him enter her, gritting her teeth to deal with the sensation. She felt his cock plunge back and forth into her ass, slowly picking up speed. Her hands clung to the edge of the cheap hotel bedsheet as though hanging on for dear life. Finally, he finished, blasting his load over her ass. He sighed, collapsing beside her and shooting her a smile. Kara lowered herself to her stomach, lying down flat now as she caught her breath. The last thing she wanted to do was make eye contact with this man, but his hand on her chin made sure she didn't have a choice.

"Good girl. Now get your rest. We have a big day tomorrow."