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As I enter my home, no one greets me.What the fuck is going on here? Where is Fergus or Mrs. Pox?I move quickly from one room to the other on the main floor and find not a hair of my usually well behaved and attentive staff. As I make my way to the dining room, I notice that the table is in fact set for dinner, but the room is empty. My agitation is rising further as I play hide and seek with the members of my household.
“Stella!” I bellow, the vibrations of my shout echoing off the walls of my vast home. I take the stairs to the second floor two at a time, unable to stop myself from losing the precious control I just admonished myself to keep on the way into the estate. As I slam open the door to the master suite, I hear the low murmurs of jazz music playing. The room is shrouded in shadows except for some well placed candles giving it a muted and warm glow. My eyes trail across the expanse and I locate my wife, sitting comfortably and utterly at ease in the upholstered chaise with a glass of red wine in her manicured hand.
She watches me stalk towards her, her face a careful and blank mask so I can’t determine her feelings or thoughts. She’s changed from earlier and is sitting there in nothing but a flimsy red sheer nightgown even though it’s later afternoon. One that leaves very little to the imagination and sets against all that beautiful and velvety skin, making it appear luminous and warm. Her dark hair trails down her shoulders and thick wavy strands curl around her round breasts, just tempting me to run my fingers through them.Shit, she is a fantasy come to life, a life size doll for me to play with.
I trail my eyes up from her red painted toes, over her toned calves, up past parted and bent knees to her thick thighs. Ones that I want wrapped around my head, and to the prize of her core, still partially covered by the flimsy material. My heated gaze continues over her tiny waist and to the round, full globes of her breasts with their erect dark pink nipples. My mouth waters instantly with the desire to suck them deep into my mouth and trail my teeth along their hardened tips.
I pull my eyes away with difficulty up her chest, along the long, graceful column of her neck, that still bears my earlier marks causing perverse pleasure to rise inside of me and my hands to itch with the need to wrap themselves around and squeeze the delicate skin once again. My gaze continues upwards to trail over her beautiful face. One that has my breath momentarily stalling in my chest.She is gorgeous. No, that doesn’t even seem like a strong enough word to describe the creature before me.
A small smile graces her red tinted lips and her arctic blue eyes are unreadable and steady on me. She raises the wine glass to her full lips, taking a small sip but her gaze never leaves mine. I can feel my pants tenting in front of me, my erection so painfully hard at the vision before me that I worry that my zipper is leaving an imprint. My wife is a goddess before me, who comes to destroy and tempt me with carnal thoughts and pleasures of the flesh.Peitho has nothing on Stella.Does she mean for me to worship at her feet?
I almost give in to the desire to rush her, part those toned legs and bury my cock into her sweet heat in one forceful go. Laying claim to her and ensuring she knows and feels my brand on her skin and in her core. That however, is what she wants. She wants me to lose complete control, be enthralled by her, losing myself in her so that she can continue to manipulate and control me.
Stella seeks to make me a puppet king, while she makes the moves behind our empire. A lesser man would allow her, maybe even thank her as he reaped the benefit of the pleasure she no doubt can provide. Unfortunately for Stella, she married a Stratford, we are made a little differently. If my gorgeous wife wants power, she will have to earn it on her knees with my cock down her throat.
Stella Stratford does not play fair and uses any advantage that she has available. Right now the most powerful tool she has in her arsenal against me, is herself.I want her and she knows it.
I have to try to reel in my desire for her. I refuse to be a puppet on her strings. I want her, but I am not alone in the sentiment. She wants me too and I mean to make her beg for my brand of passion.To make her needy for me just as much as I am for her.
12
Jaxon
“The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.” Walter Savage Landor
Iforcemyselftomove closer to her in measured steps, taking the seat opposite of her and watching as her chest rises and falls with deep breaths. Her blue eyes watch every move I make with rapt attention. Her gaze causing my skin to heat and longing to fill me.
Stella may appear calm on the surface, but it’s nothing but a mirage. Her pulse beating rapidly in her neck confirms my thoughts. The pretty bruises left from my fingers along the surface caIl to the animal inside me, daring me to add more to her flesh. I watch as she moistens her lips with her pink tongue. The desire to take it into my own mouth filling me. The remembrance of her taste from this morning makes my cock throb in the confine of my pants.
Stella plays a great pretense, but I’m almost positive my little wife has limited experience with seduction. In fact, I am not even sure if she’s not a virgin, despite her passionate behavior this morning. The thought of being the first to breach her channel and lay claim to her warm and wet cunt, makes precum leak from the tip of my cock and coat the inside of my tight boxers. Fuck, I hope that tight pussy bleeds all over my cock when I slam myself home. The desire to see her red blood streaked across my dick all encompassing.
“Where are the staff, Stella?” I question with a raised eyebrow as I watch her part her legs slightly giving me a more enhanced view of her bare cunt.Fuck, look at those pretty pink lips, just ripe for me to run my tongue and fingers through.I shift my cock in my pants and almost groan at the painful sensation of how hard he is.Down boy, you will get your turn shortly!
“I gave all of them the night off.” Stella’s voice breaks through the unadulterated mesmerizing effect her pretty pink pussy is having on me and I force myself to meet her gaze. A slight pink blush streaks up her neck and across her high cheekbones. She’s not as unaffected as she’s trying to play. Stella is turned on and it’s a beautiful thing to witness. I bet if I ran my finger through her plump pussy lips right now, it would come away drenched.
“I see, and who will be serving us dinner?”
A small, crooked smile graces her lips and her eyes alight with mischief, causing my chest to tighten at the way it transforms her face from being beautiful to earth shatteringly stunning. Again the thought crosses my mind of how I never noticed that this woman, that I agreed to marry for wealth and power, was so devastatingly gorgeous. “I’m sure we can find something to eat Jaxon,” her breathy response has my balls tightening painfully and my cock begging to be let loose.
Her sultry voice and words are a seductive force trying to lure me closer and to my knees. No doubt where my little wife would like to see me and keep me. As I stare at her, the thought of getting on my knees and giving up some of my power doesn’t repulse me, in fact it starts as a deep yearning. I would love nothing better than to suck and lick that sweet cunt right now. My pride however understands that this is a game that Stella is playing. A move on the chessboard of which she is now the most valuable piece.
A queen, one that will lay waste to rooks, knights, and kings to get what she wants. What is it that my little, devious viper truly wants?Freedom? Power? The heads of the men that bargained and negotiated for her without her approval or assent?
I knew this morning when I agreed to her terms that she would make me pay for my trespasses against her. I just didn’t realize I would be paying so soon and that the tools she would use would cause me to want to be willingly on my knees. I bite down hard on my bottom lip, trying to use the momentary sharp pain to break this hold that she is having on me.Jesus fucking Christ, she is a seductress, just tempting me to fuck her against that chaise.
“You have been busy today, Stella. Care to tell me about your day, wife?” I spew the word “wife” out with as much spite as I can produce. I want her to hear the displeasure in my words and tone. She caused chaos and humiliation on day one of being my wife, starting by leaving me standing at the altar like some useless cunt.
Day two has seen utter fucking destruction at her hands and our world trembling with fear at her feet. As much as I am starting to admire her cunning behavior, I also need to be cognizant that she is trying to use those same skills against me. I won’t have it. She is mine and she needs to understand that I am her master, and that I will demand her obedience and respect.Like the respect you showed her last night?My mind questions with snark.
“I went shopping and bought myself a little car.” She grins deviously.
“I see, anything else other than the new hundred-and-fifty-thousand-dollar car parked in our garage?” I thread my fingers together to prevent myself from reaching for her. The desire to run my fingertips along her soft as silk skin is a thudding craving in my bloodstream. How pretty will she look with fingerprints marked red across that perky ass of hers when I spank her for being deceitful and prideful?
I watch as she places the wine glass down on the small marble table to her side, her breasts moving underneath the sheer material and causing me to have to bite down on the inside of my cheeks. She smooths her hand down the front of her negligee causing the material to press into her skin and the appearance of her perky nipples to become more pronounced. Temptation beacons to me, the wisp of lust calling my name and daring me to fight its thrall. I watch as she once again parts her knees, her red painted toes digging into the material of the chaise and her elegant feet arching.Fuck, even her feet are pretty.
“I might have done a little housekeeping and removed some trash to get our house in order, Jaxon.”
Her insolent words have my temper erupting and I’m out of my seat and straddling her in the chaise in a brief second. I bear down part of my weight on her thighs and grab onto her wrists, pinning them against the back of the chaise as her breathing stutters.
