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“Give me your belt Jaxon.” His eyebrow rises, and a smirk graces his face as I watch riveted as he removes his belt from his pants, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, and freeing his giant veiny cock. His hand tightens around his length as he strokes himself from root to tip, his thumb gracing over the drop of precum already present. The sight causes my legs to tighten closed and my mouth to water.
I take the folded belt from his hand, sliding it across his forearm, then up his bicep, to his shoulders still encased in fine linen, and down his back. “Strip Jaxon.” A shudder runs through him, and his eyes spark as he does exactly what I have demanded. When he returns to his knees before me, completely bare, I move closer, putting my abdomen and breasts in front of his mouth, my nipple dragging across his full bottom lip.
“Suck.” His lips wrap around my hard nipple, and he sucks deep, as my hand slips into the thickness of his hair, fisting his locks and holding him to me. I pull back, and he releases my nipple with a pop before giving the second one the same treatment. His eyes remain locked on mine, staring up at me from his thick lashes. There’s no mistaking the heat in them, he’s enjoying me bossing him around.
I can feel the stirrings of my orgasm racing towards me, the electrical current along my skin causing all of my hair to rise on my arms. I pull back and move behind him, pulling first one arm and then the other behind his back before using the leather belt to wrap his wrists and forearms together tightly. “Are you craving control, my little viper? You want to dominate me tonight?” I can hear the laughter in his words, and I roll my eyes at his attempt to bait me. We both know if anyone likes to be controlled and dominated during sex, it’s me.
Tonight is different, though. I want to not only take my pleasure from Jaxon but also to own him completely in a way that only I can. As I move my fingers away from his confined wrists, my charm bracelets make a little sound, capturing my attention and making a smile grace my lips. The various charms catch the light from the fire. One of a gun, another a diamond heart, a skull, a little diamond house, and the letter “J” move together. My gift from Jaxon on our first Christmas to celebrate our survival and our marriage. I adore it and never take it off, much to his pleasure. To him, it might as well be a handcuff or a declaration of ownership, one that I am increasingly happy to let him have.
My long nails trail across his back and up his shoulders, leaving marks as I go until my fingers wrap around his neck and tighten slightly. “You talk too much, Jaxon. I have better uses for that mouth.”
I pick up the silk nightgown from the floor and wrap it tightly around his eyes, taking away his sight. His breathing has picked up. His chest rises and falls heavily, showing me exactly how much he’s enjoying this little reversal in our roles. The large tattoo of my name across the left side of his chest that surrounds the bullet wound that almost killed him catches my eye, and I lean down, running my tongue across his flesh. Further proof that his heart is mine and only beats for me. If the bracelet is his ownership, the tattoo is mine.
I move away from him towards the desk, opening a drawer and pulling out what I hid here earlier. I make my way back to Jaxon. My fingers raking through his hair and yanking on the strands. I force him to crawl on his knees before me until I am sitting spread open on the sofa behind me. Like a queen before her paramour, a devious smirk crosses my lips at just the thought of Jaxon being my sex slave.
A pained grunt leaves his lips as his cock bounces before me, dripping precum along its length. “Stella, release me. I want to see that pretty pussy that belongs to me.” I ignore his demand and pull his face harshly into the cunt that he craves, forcing his lips and nose to be flush against my soaked skin. His lips open, and his tongue licks my wet folds before meeting my hard nub and rolling it with his tongue.
I watch him for a moment. A man starved before me at a feast. He sucks and licks every part of me, sliding his tongue between my lips, dipping in and out of my hole, and returning to my puckered hole to suck and lick. Harsh groans are leaving his lips, his chest rising and falling, a pink streak flushing across his skin. “Fuck Stella, this pussy tastes delicious. I can never get enough, baby.”
I slide my fingers down my stomach, holding on to the item I retrieved from the desk, shifting it over my throbbing clit and my soaked pussy lips before nesting it between them and pulling Jaxon’s head away from me. Excitement races down my spine at what I am about to do. He cries out as I release my hold on his hair and pull the nightgown off his eyes and away from him. His heated gaze meets mine, hunger clearly evident as he licks his lips. I tilt my head to the side, a smile gracing my lips, and wait for him to see the gift that I brought him.
His eyes skate over my face, down the column of my neck, and over my breasts. They continue down their path, leaving heat behind in his wake. His gaze trails down my stomach and over my soft hips. The minute he sees it, his whole body stiffens, and his eyes rapidly seek mine. My lips quirk, trying hard to contain my smile. His jaw tenses, and he bites down on his lower lip, his eyes glass over with tears, looking vulnerable and adorable. He bends forward, his lips gracing my stomach before kissing it with such sweetness that it has my heart aching. “Stella fuck…I…is it real? You’re not playing with me right now?”
“No, Jaxon, I’m not playing with you.” He yanks on his tied wrists, his muscles bunching below his golden skin, but the leather doesn’t release him. “Baby, please let me touch you.”
“I thought you wanted dessert, Jaxon? My cunt is not going to lick itself.” A giggle leaves my lips at his irate glare before he leans forward and slips his tongue back inside of me. Fucking me with it and rubbing his stubble across my folds. I move the item from between my swollen pussy lips and up my stomach, Jaxon’s eyes never losing sight of it. I skate my fingers across my nub, rubbing circles, and with the friction of Jaxon’s facial hair and his tongue fucking me ruthlessly, I come hard across his face in no time. My wetness drips down his chin as he licks every drop off his lips. He pulls on the restraints again with frustration.
He turns around and gives me his arms to release him from the captivity of the belt. For a moment, I do nothing, ignoring his request while I lie here in my blissed-out state.
“Stella, release me. Fuck! My cock wants inside of his pretty cunt.” A giggle escapes me at the desperation in his voice and features. I finally release the buckle, and he pulls his arms free. The moment he does, he grabs the item as if it were the rarest diamond. He holds it close to his face, reading the symbol clearly marked before turning back to me.
“We’re having a baby! Holy fuck Stella! We are having a fucking baby!” His cry of joy makes my heart jump along with him. I’ve been keeping this secret from him for three weeks, not wanting to disappoint him if it didn’t last more than a few weeks. I was going to make a huge production out of telling him, but somehow right now, in this room, with him on his knees before me feels perfect.
His hand trembles as it clutches the side of my face tenderly. “Baby, I love you! This is the best gift you could ever give me. I’m going to love this little girl just as much as I love you, and I promise you right here, right now, I will protect her with my life.”
That right there is why I love this man more than I love air, more than I love power. He wants a daughter rather than a son. To Jaxon, a woman is never second best, she is his equal. He will raise a daughter to rule the world around us. She will be powerful and fearless, our daughter, if that is what we are blessed with.
The rise of the Stratford empire has begun, and it’s time for thereign of the queen.
Keep going; you don’t want to miss the next part, trust me.
Bonus Epilogue Stella
"Because I am a woman, I must make unusual efforts to succeed. If I fail, no one will say, "She doesn't have what it takes." They will say, "Women don't have what it takes." Clare Boothe Luce
The sun shines brightly as I walk into the room, the glorious rays warm on my skin. Today has been a fantastic day all around. The acquisition we just made will ensure further prosperity for the Stratford empire. One that has grown to a fifty-billion-dollar empire under mine and Jaxon’s control. We are untouchable, and the world fears us, as it should.
Jaxon looked perkier at breakfast this morning, a welcome change from his pale pallor of late. I have to try to convince him to see the doctor again. Maybe I could give him something he wants in exchange for going? Perhaps a weekend away, just the two of us, where no one can reach us. It’s been a while since it has just been us indulging in each other freely. Memories of when we were first married and couldn’t keep our hands off of each other warm my heart and keep me going, despite the fear in the back of my mind that something is wrong with him.
My husband is still the only temptation that I freely indulge in. His body, mind, and soul are a balm to my spirit at the end of each day. A smirk crosses my lips when I think of how we started and where we are now, and the incredible life we have lived together. The fact that we are still together after all these years and our very rocky, contemptuous beginning amazes me daily. Who would have thought that Stella Penticton would fall madly and deeply in love with a demanding, possessive playboy like Jaxon Stratford? One that forced her into marriage, kicking and screaming. Certainly not me, if you had asked me thirty-five years ago. I would have told you to get your head examined.
As I walk into my family room, silence immediately greets me, and two little dark heads turn toward me. Two pairs of blue eyes meet my appraisal. One pair so much like mine that it’s like looking in the mirror, the other, ocean blue and filled with trepidation. I stop before them, my face a mask hiding my emotions and thoughts from those watching. My ice queen persona is firmly in place. I catch Jaxon smirking at me from the sofa. I would love to wipe that smile off of his devious face, but right now is not the time. He knows I am not happy about this situation, and the only saving grace in this whole mess is standing before me in a pretty pair of yellow overalls.
My gaze meets the little girl to the right. She’s holding on tightly to Isabella’s hand, but her gaze is fierce when it meets mine.Hmmm, do we have a little fighter here?She’s hiding behind her thick, wavy dark hair. Her face is a tad pale and she still has her baby round cheeks. She resembles a little cherub, if that cherub had a fierce will.I can work with that anger I see just below the surface.Ensure that she channels it correctly.
I tear my gaze away from her to Isabella. My dark-haired princess who resembles a little porcelain doll. Her skin is so pale, it’s luminous. Her red lips lift in a semi-smile, knowing that despite whatever mood I might be in she brings me such happiness. This one is deceptive, looking like nothing but sunshine and happiness, but below the surface is an iron will that she has no doubt inherited from the women in my family. My poor little Isabella, who has already suffered at the hands of fate, but shows me every day that she is strong and will not be brought to her knees. She turns and whispers to the other little girl, and they both giggle together before staring down at the ground.
Yes, these two will be thick as thieves in no time. The thought brings me immense pleasure, knowing that they will be able to depend on each other for the battles yet to come. I stare at the heads of the two young women that will inherit my empire. The girls I will turn into fierce queens that will take on a male-dominated world and burn it to ash if anyone tries to harm them. I will raise them and shape them to know that they are powerful beings. That being a woman is a blessing, not a curse, and that no matter where they go in life, they are mine. My granddaughters, my kin.Stratfords. Ones that fear nothing and bow to no one.
