~Stephanie's POV~
I know that the scowl on my face would have scared most normal human beings, but the one standing before
me was also a McMahon and didn't scare easily. What does he do instead?
He laughs. He fucking laughs as he rubs the protruding bulge in his pants, while his eyes roam Jericho's tense,
helpless body.
"Stephanie," he says laughing, "I didn't believe it when the guys told me that you had Jericho tied up in your
bed."
I see the smirk on his face and I immediately wish that I was strong enough to wipe it off with my fist. I feel
Jericho squirm uneasily underneath me. Hell, he's not as hard as he was a moment ago. Damn Shane!
"What the fuck do you want?" I hiss between my teeth, slowly grinding myself against Jericho, smiling when
I feel him responding. I know he's scared of Shane, everyone with good common sense would be.
"Ahhh, Stephanie," Shane holds his chest, mocking her, pretending to be hurt. "I thought we were going to
share everything."
I don't particularly like how he stresses everything, and the look in his eyes as he looks at Jericho causes my
blood to boil.
"I don't share my bed or my lovers," I growl. Where the fuck did that come from. I look down at Jericho and
a slight smile is on his face. Cocky bastard! But he's my cocky bastard.
As Shane's hand snakes out to touch Jericho, I slap it hard, causing my big brother to flinch as he holds it.
"Damn Stephanie! Why did you do that?" He asks in surprise.
"He's mine," I growl.
He looks at me for a moment, unsure what to do. "He's just fresh meat, dear sister," Shane teases. "Fuck him,
break him, but when you're tired of him, call me."
I feel Jericho shiver underneath me at the coldness of my brother's harsh words. I don't even have to remove
the scarf to know the hurt look that must be written on his face.
"Unlike you, Shane, I don't treat my lovers like trash," I growl.
He smiles at me. "You've only had one other lover, sis."
"Leave!" I growl.
"Does it still bother you that I had Hunter first? That I broke him? Does sweet Jericho know that he is now
sleeping with the people's champ?" Shane hisses.
"You might have broken him, but I saved him! He loves Rocky, unlike you. You have never loved anyone," I
quickly retort. "Leave!"
He huffs as he turns around and storms out the door. I vaguely see Paul Heyman standing outside waiting on
him. So I have a rat in the ECW. That's ok, I'll take care of Paulie later. If he thinks Shane is the main
McMahon, wait 'til he gets at the receiving end of my wraith.
Jericho is silent and I see him biting his bottom lip again.
"Shhh, it's ok," I coo as I lean down and gently kiss him on the lips, savoring how soft they are.
~Jericho's POV~
Listening to her and Shane sent chills down my spine. I've always know that Shane wanted me, but I've
always kept my distance from him. Sure I've been friendly and talked to him, but I also made sure that I was
never totally alone with him. Don't let that smile fool you, he is one vicious man.
I feel Stephanie moving on top of me and it feels so good. I try to push the thoughts of Shane from my head,
but I can't. What if she gets tired of me? Will she give me to Shane?
"Steph?" I whisper.
"Yeah?"
"Would you ever just give me to Shane?" I ask softly, afraid of the answer.
There is a long pause of silence. "Jericho, I wouldn't do that to anyone."
The sincerity of her voice makes me want to cry, and I'm surprised as she reaches over and removes the
blindfold.
I look up at her and smile. "Thank you," I whisper.
"What? No smartass, Jerkoff remark?"
I blush. Yeah, me. Y2J, otherwise known as Jerkoff to Stephanie McMahon, blushed. Let me tell you, it's
been a long time since someone was able to do that to me. What can I say, the million dollar princess is one of
a kind.
I can't stifle the moan that escapes my throat as she starts grinding and rocking back and forth on my cock.
Her strong inner muscles clinching my cock, trying to milk it.
Her long fingernails trace along my torso, causing my abdomen to quiver. I toss my head side to side as I
arch up, trying to go deeper into her.
"Come for me, Chris," she whispers almost as if a command.
Damn, I can't deny her anything. I cry out in pleasure as I obey her, filling her insides with one hot spurt
after another.
I look up at her face and find that it is flushed, and her hair is slightly tousled. My God, she's beautiful. She's
crying out as she matches my erratic tempo, our bodies grinding together as one.
After a few moments of just relishing the feeling of being connected, she leans down and rests on my chest,
that is still heaving from the mind-shattering orgasm. I feel her soft, warm breasts as they press against my
chest. I moan as my cock slowly slides out of her, instantly missing her wetness and warmth.
Her head raises and her tongue lightly flicks across my nipple, tasting me. She moans at the salty taste.
"Mine," she yawns as she snuggles closer.
"Yours," I whisper as I kiss the top of her head, wishing that my hands were free so that I could hold her.
~Shane's POV~
As I hear Stephanie and Jericho's cries of passion, I can't control the jealously that threatens to consume me.
Jericho was suppose to be mine. I have strict orders in the locker room that no one is to touch him.
Stephanie and him hate each other. They've always made that perfectly clear to everyone. Why the fuck is
this happening?
I glare at Paul, who is shuffling his feet nervously. What a dork! Dork? Did I just say dork? Damn, I've been
fucking Edge way too long.
Thoughts of Edge drifted through my mind. He was a good fuck, but Jericho was the unattainable one, the
one I craved, the one I wanted in my bed. Edge was only sleeping with me to secure a place in the WCW, just
in case the WWF lost at invasion. What can I say? The WCW will need some good-looking bitches to take care
of it's superstars. Edge and Christian are perfect candidates, but Jericho will be my bitch.
I growl as I walk away. I hear Paul's sickening footsteps as he trails behind me, like the obedient pig that he
is.
~Stephanie's POV~
I smile as I listen to Jericho's strong heartbeat. I could lay like this forever. I feel his seed as it slowly seeps
from me as I raise up and untie his hands.
I feel his stare as he looks at me. Does he see the real me, or does he only see Stephanie McMahon, bitter
enemy, cheap slut?
I jump in surprise as he gently pushes me back against the bed, covering my mouth with his. I moan as his
hands slowly starts to explore my body.
"God, you are beautiful," he whispers softly.
"Well, you know my motto. Every customer welcome," I say with a slight smirk. "And they always leave with
a smile on their face."
"I don't think so. I'm not leaving and I'm your only customer from now on," he says softly, but sincere.
A tear forms in my eye. I'm so lost in his embrace, and believe me, I don't want to be found. The outside
world has no longer has any meaning for me, just his hands, his mouth, his body.
I silently make a vow to any God or entity that will listen. I will protect Jericho from Shane or my name isn't
Stephanie McMahon. Long live daddy's little girl, the bitch of the WWF.
~THE END~
(Note from Author: There may be a sequel to this)