~Stephanie's POV~
I watch with mixed emotions as the Dudleys roughly tie his wrists to the bed posts with the silk scarfs I've
given to them. I'm surprised that they check to make sure it's not cutting off the circulation. A small smile
crosses my face, Jericho seems to have acquired some male admirers. I wonder if he really knows how sexy
he is?
I hand them another scarf, telling them to blindfold him. I see the shocked expression on his face, but he does
not resist as they cover his eyes. Quite frankly, I'm surprised that he hasn't resisted once.
Rhyno, Tazz, and Raven stare at the beautiful man bound to my bed. I can see the bulges forming in their
pants, and I growl possessively as I shoo all of them out of my room. Jericho is mine, and I don't share.
I walk back to the bed and I can see that he is straining to hear where exactly in the room I am. My thoughts
are purely sinful as my hand trails up from his ankle, along those muscular calves, to the more muscular
thighs, and finally to the center of his being.
He gasps as my fingers lightly caress the bulge that has formed in his pants. I watch him lightly bite his
bottom lip, stifling a moan. God, he's beautiful.
~Jericho's POV~
I can't believe that she is actually doing this! Not that I'm complaining or anything. Seems like the princess
knows how to take charge.
I think I will lay back and see where this leads. Wonder how far she will go before she rips the scarf off that is
covering my eyes, laughs in my face, and tells me to get the hell out of her room.
Her touch is light and sensual. She really knows how to tease a guy.
~Stephanie's POV~
I watch his facial expressions closely. He thinks I'm teasing him. He has no idea what I'm capable of. Lucky
for him he chose me instead of my brother, Shane, to pick on. Shane isn't exactly known for his kindness to
his lovers, just ask Hunter.
My fingers fumble with the button on the tight leather pants he's wearing. God, how did he ever fit into
them? They are so tight and cling to him like a second skin.
He jumps as I start to unzip his pants. My grin widens as I realize he's not wearing anything underneath.
"And you call me a slut?" I question.
"Takes one to know one," he retorts, continuing to bite his bottom lip as I slowly, very slowly unzip his pants,
peeling them back, inch by inch.
I lick my lips as I start tugging them down, gasping in surprise as his long, slender cock is slowly revealed to
me.
I can feel the dampness forming between my legs as I continue to tug the pants down. He raises his hips and
legs up so that I have an easier time of it. Maybe he does want this. Maybe he wants someone to master him.
Thinking back, I remember him with Chyna. She was always in charge, telling him what to do, what to wear,
what to eat. A smile spreads across my face again, I could get used to that.
I sit down beside of him admiring his beautiful body, feeling my lust build inside of me. He shivers, and I'm
not sure if it's because of the coolness of the room or my intense stare.
"Stephanie?" He whispers softly, fearing that I didn't like what I saw.
"Yes, Jerkoff?" I retort with a smile.
I see him frown. He thinks I don't like what I see, but to tell you the truth, I'm so aroused by the sight before
me that I don't know if I can do this without hurting him.
He doesn't say anything else, but he turns his head as if to hide his face. Oh no, he can't hide from me.
I stand and strip off my clothes. The room is so silent except for the sound of my clothes as they flutter softly
to the floor. Slowly I crawl onto the bed and sit astraddle of his abdomen. I stifle the moan that threatens to
escape my throat as I realize how hot his skin is underneath me. I grind myself against him, letting him feel
just how wet I am.
His head turns slightly, and I take that opportunity to crush my lips to his, slowly seeking entrance as my
hands caress his smooth muscular torso.
I feel him start to squirm under me as he raises up, deepening the kiss. The growls that escape our throats
are animalistic to say the least. I can't really say who's need is the greatest, but who really cares.
~Jericho's POV~
Someone pinch me and tell me that this is real. God, she's hot.
As I kiss her, all the frustration, denial, and rejection seems to fade away, and I'm filled with an emotion that
I haven't felt in a long time. Not since Chyna. Want. I want her so bad that it hurts. Not just sexual want, I
need her. I love her. I need her love, her affection, and most of all, her approval.
When we finally break for air, she laughs out loud.
"Damn, you know how to kiss," she giggles.
I blush and I wonder if she's blushing, too?
I feel her body shift and much to my surprise, she takes my cock into her hand and strokes it slowly,
teasingly, as she rubs it against her wet clit. I have to bite my lip again to stop from spurting right then and
there.
"Do you want me Jericho?" She asks in that whiny voice that only Stephanie McMahon can make sound sexy.
I nod quickly.
"I can't hear you," she teases, as she barely pushes the head of my cock inside of her, then quickly pulls it
back out.
"Yes! Stephanie, I want you," I beg. Did my voice just sound whiny?
I clinch my fists as she slowly guides my cock into her warm, wet depths. Neither one of us can control our
moans of passion.
Just as I am fully sheathed deep inside of her, relishing the feel of her muscles as they constrict around my
cock, the door to the room slams open.
"Stephanie!" A familiar male voice growls.
