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I grasp tight to his shoulders, digging my nails in before dragging them down his back with purpose. Wanting to mark him up, so that he, too, has a memory of me all day. “Fuck Stella, that hurts so good.” My legs wrap tightly around his waist, and I meet each of his hard thrusts urging him to fuck me harder. Sweat is coating his brow and chest; I lean forward and lick up a drop that’s making its way from his neck downwards. His breathing is rough, and his neck and cheeks are turning crimson with the exertion.
Once again, common fucking sense tries to enter my mind, and the thought that this is too much strenuous activity fills me. I should stop him; we should move slower. He is still recovering from three heart attacks.Fuck, we are being so reckless.I try to push him back and off of me, so we can slow down or stop, but his hand wraps around my throat. “I’m fine. Shut up and enjoy the ride, Stella.” He thrusts hard into me, and his fingers tighten further. “Open your mouth, my pretty whore.”
I open my mouth as wide as possible with his fingers still tightening on my throat. He pulls out suddenly from inside of my throbbing core and straddles my chest, his hard cock, the head dark red and throbbing in his hand. He strokes himself once, twice, and on the third stroke, ropes of cum leak out and fall into my open mouth, covering my lips, chin, and cheeks. He’s making a fucking mess of me, covering me in his essence like some wolf marking his mate. Once he’s done cumming he runs his thick cock through the mess on my face, coating himself in it before slipping it into my mouth.
“Suck baby, suck all of my cum off my cock. Be a good little whore and swallow every drop. Lick your master clean.”
He releases his hold on my neck, and I lick every drop from his semi-rigid dick, my tongue rubbing down his shaft and over his balls, sucking and licking one and then the other and back up the side of his dick until I reach the crown. I lash my tongue over the slit, cleaning off any cum, and suck it vigorously between my lips. “Jesus, Stella, you’re going to have me blowing my load again down that tight throat if you don’t stop."
I pull back with a smirk on my face as he watches me but notice the color on his face has risen, and he has sweat beading on his forehead and trickling down the side of his face. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and his breath leaves him in ragged pants.Fuck, now that I know how much pleasure he can give me, I don’t want the fucker to die on me.I pull him down next to me, and he wraps me in his arms, holding me tight against his chest. I can feel his heart thumping quickly against the palm of my hand.
“Jaxon…we need to slow down. You almost died a few weeks ago.” I try for a soothing way to get my worries across.
“Stella, don’t ask me not to fuck your cunt dirty and hard. It’s all I think about. I’m not denying myself any of your holes.” He releases a deep sigh and kisses my hair. “I don’t want to talk about me almost dying. I want to talk about how you’re still in danger from some unknown asshole and how we are going to protect you.”
“I have the security Jaxon; no one is getting close to me.” I nestle further into his warm embrace, leaning my cheek over his heart and feeling the intense beating behind his golden skin. What would I do if something happened to him? Would it really matter in the grand scheme of things? In my quest for power, is Jaxon necessary or just a diversion? Do I have feelings, other than gratitude and guilt for him?
Yes, I am incredibly attracted to him, but is that a place to grow a marriage from? All these questions are a cyclone of thoughts running problematically through my mind. I have no answers for any of them, and I try to avoid focusing on why that is.
I am not in love with him, right?He is just a man. An incredibly sexy man, with a fantastic body and an earth-shattering and orgasm-inducing dick. I don’t have to like him or have feelings for him to take advantage of that, do I? Is it the guilt that he took a bullet meant for me? For some reason, that thought no longer convinces or validates my reactions to him.
“It’s not enough, Stella. One slip and someone could get to you.”
“Jaxon, I am not going to hide out in our home, cowering from an assailant or whoever means me harm. I have two companies to run, two empires to build.” The thought is not lost on me; that is precisely what I have been doing to him for weeks. Holding him hostage here in our home while he recovered.
“Speaking of those empires and those companies. We are building one empire, Stella. The Stratford empire, one we can leave to our future offspring.” He presses his lips to my neck and sucks hard. “There is no, your company or my company. They are both ours, and I think it’s time they became one, with you and I jointly at the head.”
“You want to merge both companies and run them together?” Fear and excitement races through me as I pull back to stare at him. The look on his face is so intense and severe, but I see the sincerity there. He means it. He wants to merge the companies together and run them as one, together as Stratfords. I am a Stratford now, no longer a Penticton. He is right; we would be unbeatable if we merged them. Laying waste to any and all of our enemies and anyone that seeks to challenge us.
“Stella, you have an awe-inspiring mind and a ruthless knack for business. Your father was an imbecile not to have seen what value you bring. I won’t make that mistake. If I am going to make the Stratford name a powerful empire that others cower in fear of, I need you. Not just for your name or a baby. I need your mind, your ideas, and the ruthlessness that lives inside of you.
“I don’t want to be your husband in fucking name only Stella. This is not a power game between you and me. It’s us against the world, baby. I want to be your husband in all aspects, the father of your children, the man you come to with your problems, and I want to be your business partner as an equal.”
His words cause tears to race to my eyes, but I hold them back, refusing to appear weak before him. My heart feels like it’s cracking open for him. All the resentment and rage that fills me daily at being thought of as less than starts to thaw at his words. He wants to be my equal, someone who sees value in me, not because of my appearance, who my father is, or for my womb.
Do I trust that he is being sincere? Do I let my guard down and meet him halfway? I notice he doesn’t say that he is in love with me. Does that really matter? For a brief moment, pain sears through my chest at the thought that Jaxon will never love me. A longing fills me to hear those words leave his lips. Will he ever utter them to me?Do I love him?I desire him in a way that overwhelms me and makes me feel off balance, but do I love him?
This could all be a ploy to gain control. Maybe he is just saying all of this now because it’s what he thinks I want to hear, and then he will take Penticton Industries from me.He could have already done that; he didn’t need to give us the board seat or the shares. Yes, but I would have made his life a living hell if he didn’t.Did you see what he did to Ajax last night? Jaxon is not afraid to get his hands dirty.The thought vibrates through my mind.
Jaxon has a reputation for being ruthless in business and a manipulator. I know that he is involved with some unsavory characters as well. His underworld connections are well hidden from the general public, but not from my prying eyes. I know of some of the destruction he has caused to his enemies without the slightest indication of regret. Do I trust him, or do I guard my heart and mind? If I let him in, will he attempt to destroy me, turn me into some weak woman that follows where her husband leads?
I would rather fucking die than become one of these powerless women. I think I will play it safe for now, take the pleasure he is offering, and work as a partner to build our empire. As for my heart, I need to rein that bitch back. She’s already softening towards him, and that is dangerous territory. I will hold on to that piece of myself and see how this all plays out with my newdevotedhusband until I know his true intentions.
29
Stella
“It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?” Lucy Maud Montgomery
It’sbeenweekssincethe incident with Ajax in our bedroom, and I have been on the receiving end of daily and nightly pleasure from my union with Jaxon. His threats and promises that we would be sharing everything going forward from the afternoon when he had me ass up across my desk have come to fruition, and my needy pussy couldn’t be happier with the arrangement. In fact, all my holes seem to be singing his unrelenting praises.
Jaxon has awakened a libertine in me that I didn’t realize existed. One that craves him at all hours and never seems to have enough of the pleasure he provides with his hard cock, mouth, and long fingers.
We have ventured out of the Stratford estate and had experiences that I never thought myself capable of. Jaxon is insatiable, taking what he wants, whenever and wherever he wants it. Even if it be in compromising situations like in the parking lot of the theater we attended. Or finger fucking me at a charity gala under the linens while we sat at a table filled with fellow wealthy elites, and I had to swallow my moans, almost biting through my cheek to try to contain them.
There are no limits, it seems, to his depravity. Last Sunday, he fucked me raw in a curtained confessional while Sunday mass was happening a few feet away. The horrified looks on the parishioners when we made our way out of the small, confined space had both of us giggling until we couldn’t breathe. Needless to say, my mother sent me a scathing note the same day about showing some restraint and being a lady. Jaxon just crumbled it in his fist and fucked me on the floor next to it.
We just completed the merger of Penticton and Stratford Industries yesterday, to my father’s horror and vivid objections. Stratford Industries is now one of the largest and wealthiest businesses in the world. I hope everyone’s trembling at our feet. We are about to make history as we clear the board of our competitors. The feeling of so much power runs through my veins, putting me on cloud nine. I can’t wait to watch them all cower with fear, especially those that have underestimated me.
