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The orgasm starts to race down my back, a live current soaring through my skin and causing heat and sweat to break out across my body. Her fingernails dig into the back of my thighs and that little pinch of pain causes me to go right over the edge and roughly cum down her throat. I push her head forward until her nose is flush against my pelvis and spurt over and over down her tight throat as she tries to swallow as much as she can. She struggles in my hold, scratching up the back of my legs with her sharp nails. I don’t release her until the final rope of cum has left me and even then I hold her face tightly in my grasp. Her struggles continue to excite me as aftershocks race back up my spine, and she continues to gag on me.
Pulling back, I watch as my cock vacates her mouth, inch by inch, covered in her spit and my thick cum. “Swallow every last drop Stella. Lick those pouty lips of yours to make sure you get all of me inside of you.” I yank hard on her hair and tears slide down the side of her cheekbones as I watch her do exactly what I have instructed her.She is so exquisite when she obeys me.
I let my hard cock slap her lips and then her cheek, coating both in my cum and her spit until she looks a mess. I release my hold on her and back up a step to stare at her. She’s an alluring wreck, her hair in complete disarray from me fucking her face and pulling on it. Her lips are red and swollen, spittle and cum is coating her chin and splattered across the top of her chest. Her arctic blue eyes are reminiscent of a tempestuous storm about to make landfall. She’s breathing heavy, her chest moving harshly like she can’t catch her breath.
I reach down and run my fingers through the mess on her chin and chest, bringing two fingers up to coat her lips. “What a messy, good girl you are Stella. You take cock in your throat like an expensive whore.” A whimper leaves her lips and her tongue comes out to lash at my fingers, cleaning them of her spit and my cum. I watch as her thighs tighten, no doubt her pussy is feeling needy for another orgasm.
One I wish to give her, but instead I pull back and away from her. Needing to get myself under control and my bearings around me. I can’t allow Stella to seduce me into being her willing puppet. The point of fucking her mouth ruthlessly was twofold. One just because I wanted to see my cock shoved hard down that pretty throat of hers and two, to make sure she understands that I own her. She is mine to do with as I please. Her little manipulations and maneuvers won’t alter the fact that her father essentially sold her to me.
“You are mine Stella, to do with as I please. You will be my whore for the rest of your life. You had better get used to me using you.” I lean forward, my lips touching hers and tasting myself on them. I lick and nibble her bottom lip. The combination of her taste and mine, fucking delicious.
“Don’t try to control me Stella and manipulate the rules of the game. You will find that you are outplayed and inexperienced every time you come up against me.” I move back another step, watching as her eyes narrow no longer in pleasure but in anger. “I will allow your move today, wife. Take care you do not overplay your hand.”
I turn and walk out of the room, the bottom half of my body bare and my cock standing erect and hard.Fuck, I’m ready to go again, just like I guessed, once with Stella would never be enough.My cock is already craving the tightness of her throat once more. I force myself to walk away from my little viper of a wife before she becomes an addiction for me. The desire to keep fucking her over and over until she can’t stand or breathe, running through my limbs and causing me to want to backtrack into the room.
I keep forcing myself forward though, heading to the guest room I slept in last night. I need to teach my little ice queen a lesson. I will use her like she was meant to be used, as my wife, my queen, and my whore.
13
Stella
“Women are just as motivated by the desire for power as men; it's just that our cultural ideas about power don't associate it with femininity.” Soraya Chemaly, Rage Becomes Her: The Power of Women's Anger
Shockisrunningthroughmy system as I watch Jaxon’s tight, muscular ass walk out the door after fucking my throat raw and giving me one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I should be appalled at his harsh treatment, but the reality is my pussy is drenched and I almost begged him to fuck me. Begged him to use me and degrade me further.
You’re a weak, dirty whore.My mind whispers, reminding me that the desires I hide are weakness in a man like Jaxon’s hands. He will have me on my knees as a willing slave if I allow it. Despite how much his filthy words and his domineering and controlling treatment turn me on. I need to remember that he is a tool to get my vengeance and independence over the men in my life that would subject me to being some rich man’s possession. His possession.
Didn’t he himself just utter those words? Ones that should have rage flowing through my veins. Yet instead I am lying here sprawled on the chaise, like a sex doll that he used and abandoned, covered in cum and spit. Contemplating slipping my fingers back inside of myself, so that I can ride them to another orgasm.
Jaxon Stratford is dangerous!My mind and self preservation seethe. I have to be careful with the hands I play against him. I lost control of myself in a moment of pure lust. I thought I had my move down pact for seducing him and bringing him to his knees. Instead he turned it quickly around on me, gave me another body shattering orgasm and used me savagely for his own pleasure. Then he left me here, like the slut he named me, without a look back.
I rise from the chaise on trembling legs, heading in the direction of the bathroom to clean myself up. I can still taste his warm, salty cum in my mouth and the slight musky taste of myself. I want more of that taste and the feel of his hands on my skin. I just need to figure out a way to play him and get him under my control before he does further damage to me.
I will never allow him to treat me like a possession, bought and paid for.But you will allow him to treat you like a whore, correct? Is that not the same goddamn thing?My mind questions. I falter in my steps at the thought of Jaxon forcing me to my knees before him.Fuck!My core clenches painfully at the thought of how brutish he was and how I wanted him to be even more vulgar with me.
Get your shit together Stella or you will end up in a worse situation than you left.Do you want to just be some rich man’s plaything? A whore for his amusement? How will he ever respect you if you fall to your knees or spread your legs willingly for him?
As I step into the large glass shower, turning the water to scalding hot and washing the feel of Jaxon’s hands and cum off of me, thoughts start to roll through my mind on how I am going to turn the tables around on him.Fuck you, Jaxon Stratford, I will never belong to you, not as your prize, possession, or whore.
14
Stella
“If you don't challenge things, all you have done is passed it onto the next woman to deal with.” Julia Hardy
Thesunisshiningthrough the large windows out here in the wide cream paneled hallway. It’s warmth across my skin, a soothing sensation for the nerves that are playing havoc on my body. I take a deep breath as I prepare myself to do battle with one of my strongest adversaries. For just a moment a deep pang of regret fills me. I wish I didn’t have to do this. I wish my father had seen me not just as a pretty delicate prize to bargain with but as a proud extension of himself.
One that he could have helped shape to rule his empire. Instead, I have to face the hand that I have been dealt, I am a woman, only valued for what men seek as a trophy. My value is in my looks, name, womb, and the zeros in my bank account.Well fuck that shit, I am more than that!
Determination fills me once again to set this world on fire. This world that would have me believe that because I am a woman, I am worthless and incapable of ruling. That men are the stronger of the species and destined to control women forever. They will watch as I burn their world down to ashes only to reshape it in my image. I am a queen with a king for a consort, not the other way around. Once I am done proving my point to these other men that would have seen me kneeling, and simpering at their entitled feet, I will go after Jaxon Stratford with all my strength for thinking he could buy me and treat me like some wanton whore.My new husband will learn what it means to be conquered at my hands.
I nod to my new assistant, Tyson. He’s a young, good-looking man with dark brown hair and a slim build. His dark brown eyes exhibiting an eagerness to learn and rise in this world of privilege and wealth. He had no objections to working for a woman and seemed to salivate at the concept of tearing this male dominated and chauvinistic world down. At first I was hesitant, thinking that perhaps I would be better suited with a woman as an assistant, but quickly realized that I was playing the same double standard game as my father. Here Tyson stands by my side, strumming with nervous energy, ready to assist me in tearing my father’s whole world down. I look forward to taking him with me into the many battles to come.
He opens the dark wood double doors to the boardroom wide and stands aside as I enter the space with my head held high and my shoulders back. All conversation ceases as I move within the space. Cream walls greet me with photographs of all the board members’ faces framed and hung on the walls. Large windows allow the New York sunshine to filter inside, giving me strength for what is about to happen. I meet my father’s stunned eyes across the large dark wood board table without flinching.
“What is the meaning of this Stella?” His loud voice bellows through the room. I watch as a few of the men seated at the table flinch in response to it, but I hold firm, not giving him the satisfaction.Weaklings, the lot of them.
“Father.” I nod my head to him, never taking my eyes off him as Tyson moves into the room, depositing dark navy folders on the boardroom table in front of each of the four board members present. “This is a board meeting for Penticton Industries is it not?” I feign indifference that I don’t feel and shift further into the room, assessing the situation for any further threats or weaknesses.
