Stryker
By
Jordan Silver
Copyright © 2013 Alison Jordan
All Rights Reserved
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 1
I drove through the gates of home and down the long winding driveway that led to the eighteenth century antebellum mansion. Every light in the house was on; she's back. I felt the anger that I'd been holding at bay for the last two weeks surge up within me. Slamming out of my Ascari, I headed up the stairs and through the front door. Throwing my keys on the entrance table, I walked through the house not calling out for her. She was in the kitchen puttering around. My heart gave that little thump it always does when in her presence for the first time after an absence no matter how long or short. She turned with a shy smile, which died as soon as she got a good look at my face.
I walked over to her and without even a hello, grabbed her by the neck and led her out of the room.
"Stryker what...?"
I didn't even bother to answer her. She didn't deserve my words. I led her up the winding staircase, but instead of turning right to the master suite we'd once shared I took her to one of the seven guest rooms down the hall. Pushing the door open with my foot, I pushed her into the room and over to the king sized mahogany sleigh bed with its rich burgundy coverings and mountain of pillows.
The buttons of her silk blouse went flying when I gripped the material between my fists and tore. Her breasts were barely covered in the Demi bra she wore which strained under the weight of such bounty. Her slacks were next. I tore them down her legs before pushing her back on the bed with a hand to her chest. Her eyes widened on me as I released my eleven-inch cock and without a word spoken between us, lifted her and slammed home. She wasn't prepared to take me and for the first time in our year and a half marriage I didn't care. I wrapped my hand around her throat as I fucked into her in anger. The tears in her eyes did not sway me. Anger ruled my movements, anger and the pain of betrayal. I felt the first flush of liquid heat as her body answered mine. At least that was something. Her body still knew mine. She opened her mouth to speak but no words would come. That’s maybe because I was cutting off her air as I squeezed my hand around her neck. I didn't want to hear it. I fucked her as though she was nothing more than a receptacle, there to please me. To be used for my pleasure with no thought to her own. It had been too long for me going without pussy so it wasn't long before I felt the fire burning. It started at the soles of my feet and made its way up my legs to my thighs and into my spine. Before the first drop could explode inside her I pulled out and with my free hand jerked my angry cock over her body, spraying my seed across her stomach and tits. When I was done, I shoved my still hard cock back into the confines of my pants and walked away. I heard the first sob before I cleared the door. Too fucking bad, I'd only just begun.
In my bathroom, I shed the rest of my clothes and jumped in the shower. With my hands on the wall and the power jets hitting me from six different angles, I let my shoulders relax for the first time in fourteen days. Fourteen long fucking days of worry, anger and fear. For the first two days I had no idea where she was, or who she was with. It was only after I got my security team on it that I learned she was holed up in a hotel in Paris. She'd left the fucking country without a word to me. And why? All because she’d got a wild hair about some shit that she never gave me a chance to dispel. I’m a fair man when it’s all said and done but there are some things I just won’t fucking stand for. Like being questioned by my wife, that’s a game she knows I won’t play. If she thought running off and hiding for two weeks was going to give her control over my balls she was out of her fucking mind. I love my wife but there’s no way I’ll let her rule me, that’s my place. I’m the man in my house and the sooner she learns that shit the happier she’ll be. Now she’s cost herself her freedom. I’d put shit in motion for when she got back, she had no idea but she soon will. The next time she tried to leave she’d be stopped before she even reached the gates. I’d changed the codes on everything. Her credit cards that had been limitless only a few short weeks ago now had a five hundred dollar limit. Instead of the countless number she’d had she was now down to only one.
The only reason she didn’t know any of this as yet was because the net hadn’t been tightened until she’d set foot back home. By tomorrow morning, her world as she knew it would be forever changed. If she wants to get her hair done at the fancy salon she liked to frequent she’d have to get permission first. Everything was on lockdown who knows for how long. All her movements were going to be curtailed until I stopped being pissed the fuck off. Spoilt little bitch.
I left the room and headed downstairs, she’d come back down and was sitting at the kitchen table looking a little shell-shocked.
“Stryker I…”
“You don’t talk until I tell you to.” I pointed my finger at her my face set in stone. She buttoned up her lips and went back to sipping her coffee. I poured myself a shot of cognac from the sidebar and watched her from my place leaning back against the counter.
“Where’ve you been?” I already knew the answer to that one but I wanted to hear her tell it. Plus there were two unaccounted for days. Days when I lived in terror such as I’ve never known thinking someone had snatched her. That one of my many business deals had so pissed off a competitor that they’d struck out at her to get back at me. She’ll never know what those two days took from me. I’ll never give her the power to do that shit to me again.
“Paris.”
“What were you doing there?”
She looked down at her hands and didn’t say a word.
“I asked you a question Nadia.”
“I was just relaxing.”
“Did you find any answers to your questions while you were there?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Kill it. Who were you with?”
She looked up at me in surprise.
“No one I was alone.”
“Lucky for you or I would break your fucking neck, now let me tell you what this little stunt has cost you. You’ll find out soon enough anyway so I might as well. In about an hour from now all the security codes on the house and the vehicles will be changed. I see I’ve got your attention. The gate will only open at my command so that little remote you have won’t work and you can’t walk out. You can’t climb over because it’s too high so you’re stuck. The house phone is locked except for emergencies or a direct call to me.” I left the room when she opened her mouth to speak. Did she have any idea what those first two days had done to me? How they’d stripped me bare? I’d suffered like I never had before and never wanted to again. If I didn’t love her so fucking much it wouldn’t have mattered but she owns my heart and she’d fucking torn it out of my chest and trampled it under her feet. Never again in this lifetime will she be allowed to do that shit. If I had to hold her prisoner here then so be it.
Chapter 2
I ate alone that night not even wanting to look at her. As long as she was here where I could get to her that was all I needed. I was feeling mean and angry when I went looking for her and found her in the tub in our room. That’s another thing that was about to change as well. She had to earn her place in my bed again.
Without uttering a word to her I lifted her out of the water and releasing my cock from the confines of my jeans just dropped her down on it. Her little scream of pain didn’t deter me from my course and I pounded up into her
as forcefully as I could with all the anger and pent up frustration I had inside. I pulled her legs up under my arms to open her wider for deeper penetration. She had trouble taking me at the best of times, so I could imagine forcing all eleven inches into her in this position couldn’t be too comfortable for her, but that was too bad. She’d had the loving tender husband and she’d thrown him away on a whim. Now she could deal with the hard ass everyone else knew. She was the one I’d chosen to show my heart to, the only one I’d trusted enough to let in, now she will pay for betraying me.
“Gabe.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Walking over to the nearest wall I leaned her back against it and slammed into her. Her head hit the wall and her legs shook but I didn’t stop. I fucked her like a low-grade prostitute not even a kiss to soften the blow. Tears ran down her face as her pussy finally caught up and clenched around me. I loved knowing that I could do that to her. That no matter how I took her, how rough and depraved, her body still answered mine, and it was about to get even worse. There were things that she’d been afraid to try. Things that out of respect for my wife I never pushed for, those days were gone. She’d take me as I am, all of me and I wasn’t asking anymore. Fuck that. Until this bitter taste left me she would bear the brunt of the beast she’d unleashed.
I pulled out of her, my cock red angry and spitting pre cum.
“Come.” I didn’t wait for her consent but instead pulled her out of the bathroom through the bedroom pass our bed, out into the hallway and back to the guestroom I’d taken her in before. Maybe now she’ll see the significance of that. Pushing her down on the bed, I got behind her and positioned her how I wanted her.
“Stay there and don’t move, you move it’s your ass.” I went back to the master suite to get the lubricant; we were going to need this. Though I should just fuck her raw but I didn’t really want to hurt her, just punish the fuck out of her for making me look like a fool.
Back in the room, I climbed back onto the bed and lubed up my cock. With her on her side, one leg hanging off the bed the other knee bent, I led my cock to her ass. She never let me fuck her there before. She was too much the proper maiden for that. Not tonight though and never again, from now on I wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“If you tense up like that you’ll only make things worse for yourself. I’m getting in there no matter what, so you might as well relax and take it.”
“But you know I don’t want this.”
“I thought I told you to shut the fuck up.” I reached around and squeezed her mouth hard.
It took some effort but I was finally able to get my cock head pass her sphincter and with a pop I was in. Fuck that felt good. Two years I’ve been dying to fuck her in the ass and for two years she’s held me off. Poor thing she has no idea what she’d unleashed. I’d been pretty much willing to let it slide. I’d prepared myself to never enjoy one of the things I loved most about sex for her because I loved her. No more.
I gave her body time to adjust, at least I could give her that much but that’s where the tenderness ended. As soon as her ass relaxed enough for me to get another few inches in I thrust forward and buried my cock to the hilt. She howled and tried to throw me off but I held her hip in place before I started fucking into her ass deep and hard. I reached around and shoved two fingers into her wet pussy, why? Because I wanted her to enjoy it, I wanted her to realize that I controlled her body completely. That she couldn’t hold anything back from me. I knew she would hate it; she’d always described anal sex as perverted and depraved. Something she’d learned no doubt from the ass backward puritanical mother of hers. We’ll see what she had to say after I was finished bringing her off with my dick stuffed in her ass. She couldn’t help her body’s natural reaction to the stimulation and when I went after her clit with my thumb her body jerked, taking me even deeper inside. I gritted my teeth to keep the words of praise from escaping. She loved being told how good she was during sex. I won’t be giving her that little boon tonight either. I sawed the fingers in her pussy back and forth in time with the thrusting of my cock. I could feel them rub against my cock head from the other side, which soon had me at the brink. She was no longer fighting me but reaching for her own fulfillment. I eased off whenever she got close, making her mewl in frustration. Good now she knows how I felt for those two weeks lying alone in a cold bed. It would serve her right if I’d gone out and found someone to take her place. The very thing she’d accused me of before she’d run off but no, that wasn’t my style. I’d taken vows, vows I meant to keep. I didn’t let her cum for the next half hour. Each time she got close I pulled back until it was time for me to cum. I off loaded in her ass and pulled my fingers out of her cunt wiping her juices off on her hip. When my cock had deflated I pulled it out of her and hopped down off the bed leaving her lying there with tears rolling down her face.
I went to the master bath and grabbed another shower before heading for bed. Tomorrow was going to be another long day. I locked the door just in case she didn’t get the message. I had the best night’s sleep I’d had in a long time knowing she was safe at home in the room next door.
Chapter 3
I woke early the next day, way too early to be up and about even for me. A glance at the clock showed that I had at least another hour before I needed to move. I rested back against my pillow and called to mind the first time I’d met my wife. I’d been dragged off to some benefit dinner or other. Ten thousand dollars a plate and if it was anything like the ones I’d been to before, I knew the fare would be cardboard chicken and rubbery vegetables or something equally distasteful. If it had been up to me I would’ve preferred to cut a check for double the amount if it would mean foregoing the unwanted outing; but my Admin had grumped about my anti- social behavior and insisted that as one of the city’s leading businessmen, I needed to be seen at such things. Since I held genuine affection for the old tyrant, I’d given in much to her pleasure and had accepted the invite. It was true that I no longer needed to wine and dine the city’s elite. I had my feet planted solidly in the business world as the CEO of my own brokerage firm. I was in high demand from most of the moneyed families of the country and even some European houses as well. But I guess there was no harm in keeping my hands in. I’d started out small with just a handful of clients, but one of those clients had been an old pal from M.I.T. Who happened to be one of the hottest new commodities in the entertainment world. It was believed that everything he touched was golden and when word got around that I was his money handler, everyone wanted in. I’d had to make some changes to my five-year plan as I knocked that shit out the box in the first two years. Pretty soon I was fielding calls from some of the biggest names in the industry. People were leaving some of the leading houses that had been in business for over a century to hop on board. That hadn’t gained me any friends among the other players in my field of expertise, but I wasn’t looking to make friends. I’d had to hire more people than I’d ever thought I would need when I first started out but I oversaw everything. The name Gabe Stryker was on every one’s lips. I was known as the man to get things done. Coming from humble beginnings, I took all that shit in stride. I knew how easy it was to be toppled from that pedestal. A scholarship to M.I.T. had gotten me out of the Bronx where I was headed for one of two things: a life of crime or the army. But I hated the idea of prison and I was too hungry for the army. I wanted out of poverty the fastest way I knew how so I applied myself at school. It only took one teacher in the fifth grade to praise my prowess with numbers and it stuck. By the time I was thirteen, I was following the NYSE and I never looked back. I set my sights on the goal and I didn’t let anything stand in my way. I never even went back home on breaks, choosing instead to find work as an intern on break the first year while bunking with some guys off campus until school started back again. By the following year I was hired part time at a brokerage house that had heard about what I could do. It was all part of my learning experience but I had no plans on worki
ng for someone else. I’d be fucked if I were going to let someone else get rich off my back, no fucking way. I never once thought I couldn’t do it. I’d fought off gang members from the age of fourteen, men who wanted me to work as a runner to peddle their shit to school- kids on the playgrounds. I’d suffered beatings and threats until I’d signed up at the Y for some self defense classes and trained to be a mean- as- fuck little bastard. At least that’s what they whispered about me behind my back in the old neighborhood. I’d taken it a little farther and at sixteen when I got my first little job at a fast food joint, I’d put most of it into Krav Maga lessons.
Now at thirty-two I’m a killing machine, no one was going to get the drop on me.
I fought my way out of that neighborhood with brains and brawn until I became a force to be reckoned with in the financial arena. But unlike many who had come before me, I was hungry but I wasn’t greedy. I had no need for flashy cars and the high life; that will all come later. The first thing I did was to buy my mother a nice little starter home in Long Island and pay it off in full. She never had to worry about dodging bullets every time she walked out the door. She kept her job as a teller at the bank in Manhattan where she’d worked for the last fifteen years. She had her eyes on her benefits and her pension: smart woman. I stayed in my little apartment in Brooklyn for the meantime. I knew my day would come. The only luxury I accorded myself was my Harley and a membership to the local crew. I still had some street in me after all and I had to release some of that pent up energy somehow. Riding my chopper with the guys on the weekends was a great stress reliever. I knew the stigma that came with being part of the crew, but that didn’t matter to me. It was my only escape. It did garner me a lot of pussy though. For some reason women love the bad boy tattooed bike rider image. With me they got the best of both worlds. I’d made myself a force to be reckoned with in both arenas. The high profile business tycoon and the biker. The papers had had a field day with that shit. Five years after I opened my doors I was a millionaire ten times over. I could do what I want when the fuck I wanted but still I was satisfied with what I had. I had no wife and kids at twenty-nine so I didn’t see the need for more. That would all change a year later when I would meet the most beautiful woman in the world who stole my heart with a smile.
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