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Anger once again surges like molten lava through my body; how could he have been so stupid? How did he think hurting me was ever going to get me back? Would I have left Jaxon if I felt I was in danger? All these questions circulate in my mind in a never-ending cycle.
Then there are the two other matters to wrap my brain around. The first is that a second person is out there trying to actively harm me. Someone left the headless chicken on my desk, and someone tried to stab me at the spa a few weeks ago.Am I dealing with multiple people, or is it just one more enemy trying to hurt me?Enemies seem to be sprouting out of every corner, and my mother’s warning echoes back in my mind.“You are making waves when you should be making ripples.”Is she right? Is this all because I have taken power, or is it because I have married Jaxon? Could these be his enemies and not only my own?Does it matter? Any enemy to Jaxon is an enemy to you, the thought whispers across my mind.
The last matter brings heat to my face at the slightest image of the memory entering my mind. How wanton I was, allowing Jaxon to fuck me like that in front of Ajax. To enable him to dominate and control me. To show Ajax who I genuinely am behind the facade. Jaxon brings out feelings inside of me that I don’t seem to have a way to control. His ruthlessness and power call to me like a siren’s song. Some part of me wanted to hurt Ajax badly for the pain he inflicted on Jaxon and all the stress and worry I had to live through, not knowing if Jaxon was going to live. Still, I have never lost control and never behaved submissively before, and now it’s like an addict’s craving in my blood.
There is no point in trying to delude myself. I enjoyed the whole interaction a bit too much. For the first time in my life, I let go of the need to control the situation, the need for power. I allowed my inhibitions to run rampant and just savored the experience, the intoxication that Jaxon always seems to put me under. The pleasure that Jaxon produces with every touch, lick, and caress of my body. The way he takes control of me, never truly giving me an option in the matter. He used me for his pleasure, knowing that he could, and it caused electricity to race through me.
The knowledge that we had a captive audience just intensified the whole situation and made it sexier and more depraved. The pain we caused Ajax by forcing him to bear witness was incredibly arousing. Knowing that Ajax was watching Jaxon claim and control me over and over had my orgasms ripping out of me painfully.
I’m not sure if I should be worried about how readily I succumbed to Jaxon’s ministrations and commands. A part of me is horrified at my loss of complete control and the fact that he called me his “dirty little whore,” the other part of me is clenching my thighs tightly at the memory of his voice and the look in his gaze as he said it.Am I his dirty little whore?The thought doesn’t offend me the way it should. If anything, the desire to hear him utter those words once again is a thrill in my blood.
Light shines through the open curtains that I forgot to draw in my exhaustion last night. A heavy arm is wrapped around me, and a warm, hard body is pressed tightly against me in bed. I should be shocked at the feeling of someone in bed with me, that Jaxon took that liberty without asking me first.He did warn you after he fucked you raw on your desk, my mind snickers.
I open my eyes and turn my head to see Jaxon’s face up close and his jaw nestled into my shoulder, trying to no doubt hide from the daylight streaming across his gorgeous features. I try to dislodge his arm and move further away from him in the large bed, but he tightens his grip, pulling me more snugly against his hard body as a sleepy groan leaves his lips.
The silk nightgown I slipped into last night after showering is doing nothing to stop me from feeling every rugged ridge of Jaxon’s body, including one that is currently poking me in my ass cheek. I study his features up close, starting with his thick dark eyebrows and the long dark full lashes that rest like soft feathers against his skin. The light freckles spattered across his straight nose, high cheekbones, and his delectable mouth, with his full pouty bottom lip and upper lip, parted in sleep. He has the beginning of a five o’clock shadow across his jaw, and for some reason, I don’t comprehend. I find his disheveled state incredibly alluring and sexy. The desire to run my hand across his stubble is heady, and I have to force myself not to reach out and touch him.
“You keep staring at me so intently, wife. I might get worried you’re not enjoying what you’re seeing.” His words are rumbled, still coated in sleep, and he opens both of his eyes to greet mine. The deep gray depth looking like two bright and shiny circles of silver in the daylight. He lets his lips rest against the skin of my shoulder in a soft kiss before dragging his lips up my collarbone and neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses before reaching for my lips. I melt into the embrace without any thought and have to force myself to swallow the moans of pleasure that are trying to escape me.
I pull back from him, horrified. “Jaxon, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet!” My voice comes out shrill and filled with indignation. A chuckle leaves his lips, and he pulls me even tighter until every inch of my back is pressed up against his warm skin. “I ate your ass last night, Stella. I think I won’t be the slightest bit offended if you have morning breath.”
He rolls me underneath his warm heavy body, and bears his weight down, crushing me into the mattress. His knee parts my legs so he can slip himself between my parted thighs, his morning wood making itself at home pushing against my rapidly dampening pussy. His lips drift over mine in a soft kiss, his tongue tracing my bottom lip before nibbling at it and then pushing against the seam of my closed lips, requesting entry.
He rolls me underneath his warm heavy body, and bears his weight down, crushing me into the mattress. His knee parts my legs so he can slip himself between my parted thighs, his morning wood making itself at home pushing against my rapidly dampening pussy. His lips drift over mine in a soft kiss, his tongue tracing my bottom lip before nibbling at it and then pushing against the seam of my closed lips, requesting entry.
I give in immediately, parting my lips, and his warm tongue meets mine, causing a groan to leave both our mouths. Warning bells are going off in my head that we are losing our precious control to this man. There will be no Stella Stratford left, just Jaxon’s possession if we don’t care.Do we even know who we are anymore?My mind questions with irritation.
Jaxon and I spend the next few moments kissing deeply like two teenagers that can’t seem to get enough of each other. He sucks my tongue hard into his mouth, and a growl escapes his throat that sounds like a wolf about to devour his prey. Moans and whimpers are loud in the room, and the temperature rises inside of me with every swipe of his tongue.
An all-consuming feeling rushes through me to submit to him and let him take me any way he wants. To use and devour me because, in this heated moment, I am his. We rub against each other, warm flesh against warm flesh, causing my heart rate to increase. His hard cock pushes against the silk of my panties until they are soaked, and my core is begging for his hard dick. “Jaxon…” His name leaves my lips in a moan that has goosebumps breaking out across my skin.
Jaxon pulls back from me and sits back on his folded legs, pulling the linens with him until I am lying here spread open in nothing but a flimsy chemise that covers next to nothing. He’s got a pair of dark gray boxer briefs on and all that glorious golden inked skin exposed to my view. The Stratford crest prominent on his chest, the desire to trace with my tongue, is almost overwhelming. The wound on his chest is the only imperfection visible on his gorgeous body, and yet, it fits perfectly with the man before me.
He is sexy, powerful, dangerous, and ruthless. All the attributes women dream of in naughty romance books that have your heart pumping in your chest. I brace myself on my elbow, letting my fingers run across all the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen. I know he started working with the personal trainer again last week to help rebuild some of the muscle he lost while in the coma and recovering, and it is definitely paying off.
I run my finger lightly over the pink wound before skating it down his chest across the black swirls of ink and the Stratford crest. I let my red nail graze over the defined six-pack definition in his stomach and follow his happy trail of dark hair into the band of his boxers. Leaning forward, I give into the need to taste his skin and let my tongue trace the outline of the Stratford crest before pulling back and grinning at him. Goosebumps rise across his skin in my wake, and his breathing increases, causing his chest to rise and fall more rapidly.Fuck, he is so sexy, all mused from sleep and desperate for my touch.A desperation that I, too, feel. I want him, and I won’t pretend otherwise.
“Are you hungry for my cock, Stella?" He smirks with devilish intent at me. “Which of your pretty holes needs to be filled first, hmmm baby?”
His crude words and term of endearment have my core clenching painfully and my nipples perking and hardening. I never realized before, Jaxon, how sexy a filthy and vulgar mouth could be. He leans down, sucking my nipple through the silk fabric of my nightgown as my back arches into his touch. A whimper leaves my lips at how sore I am between my legs, but how much I crave his cock inside of me. He sucks my right nipple while rolling the other one between his fingers, then switches to the other one providing the same treatment.
“Are you sore, baby?” His words are whispered into the flesh of my breast, and the vibration against my skin makes my nipple throb. I nod my head, not even sure I can produce words right now with how glorious he is making me feel. “Good. I want you to always feel me inside of you, so you know who owns you.”
His cock presses against my barely there panties and pushes against my throbbing clit. A groan leaves my lips as I run my fingers through his dark thick hair, pulling on the strands and forcing his head down my body towards my core. “I need…you, Jaxon,” my voice is breathy as I moan the words, trying to encourage him to suck on my clit.
“Is your needy cunt throbbing for me, baby? Does this juicy wet pussy need my tongue inside of her, eating her like a starving man?” He moves further back on the bed, until his body is sprawled between my legs, and his face is up against my mound. I watch as his tongue peeks out between his lips and runs up my folds through the silk and lace of my panties. A groan leaves his mouth as he tastes my arousal on the fabric. I’m so wet that the material at my crotch is completely and embarrassingly soaked. He drags it to the side with his finger, and his tongue licks me from my puckered hole to my clit and then back again. “What a pretty cunt.” He moans into my skin.
“Jaxon…” I mewl. The sound filled with surprise and heat. Fuck, he makes my body scorch with warmth and excitement at how quickly he can get me so close to the edge with just his mouth. Everything about Jaxon Stratford is an enticement, his body, face, voice, and all the naughty words he lets loose from that filthy mouth. He releases a growl that sounds more beast than man and slips his tongue into my hot channel, fucking me over and over with it until I am a writhing and soaked mess on the bed and yanking on his hair, trying to ride his face to my completion.
The fire starts to build within me, a searing burn across my limbs, and electricity races through my blood. He sucks hard down on my clit as he slips two thick fingers inside of me and strokes my front wall. All the sensations have my breathing coming in frazzled pants and prisms of lights bursting behind my eyes as my orgasm races through my body. My core tightens painfully over his thick fingers as he bites down lightly on my throbbing nub. I lose all control, coming all over his face in a gush of fluid, a loud cry leaving my lips with my stalled breath.
“Mmm, you taste like fuckin' heaven, Stella. I will never get enough of this sweet pussy.” He licks me through my aftershocks and then moves up my body, his face wet with my arousal and his lips glistening. His fingers pull my lips open wide as a drizzle of spit leaves his mouth and falls into mine. “See how delicious you are, my little ice queen.” I taste my salty and musky flavor in the spit, watching Jaxon’s reaction as I swallow and lick my lips.
“Mmm…” A moan leaves my parted lips, and I watch him slip his boxers off and part my legs wider.
“Are you too sore from my cock last night, Stella?” He holds his long, veiny, thick erection in his tight fist, stroking it over and over until drops of precum leak from the slit and drop on my pussy lips. Watching him touch himself is so erotic, the way his breathing picks up, and his abs clench tight with each stroke. “Yes,” I answer in a whispered moan, biting down on the inside of my cheek, feeling embarrassed because I am really sore, even slightly uncomfortable, but I’m also needy, and I’m trying to keep from begging him to take me hard. He slides his crown back and forth over my skin, coating himself and me in his precum.
“Good baby, I want this pretty cunt to hurt and feel its master.” His fingers part my folds, and his cock fills me with a hard thrust. The sensation and soreness causes me to cry out as he starts a punishing rhythm of pounding into me hard, never giving me a chance to adjust to his length and girth. The burn and pinch of pain both feels euphoric and stings as he thrusts relentlessly inside of me. The sound of our skin slapping against each other is loud and echoes through the large room. The grunts leaving his lips, the mewling sounds leaving mine, and the sound of how wet I am, are obscene in the otherwise silent space.
