If there are any younger viewers out there I guess I'd better do the responsible thing and warn you that this chapter may contain some adult themes and some strong language so it might not be for you. If it is, I hope you enjoy this chapter that was inspired by watching an old clip of Trips sipping on champagne...

Chapter 7

Hunter

With a new year generally comes new beginnings and no beginning is sweeter than the start of my reign as World Wrestling Federation Champion.

And I told you all. I told the world that this day would come. It was only a matter of time. And winning the belt back is justice in my mind. Justice for the way that old bastard screwed me over at Survivor Series. He thought he was so fucking smart too taking the title away from me but he learned the hard way no one is smarter than me. No one gets one over on the Cerebral Assassin. Just ask one Vincent Kennedy McMahon as he's forced to sit at home watching me run the show every week on his expensive television.

Of course it's not just me in charge of things though. It's Steph too. All of this wouldn't be possible without her. I know it. I'm grateful for it. After all she was the one who had approached me to get revenge on daddy dearest and I got to tell you, revenge tastes so fucking sweet. I'm the World Wrestling Federation Champion. In fact I am the fucking World Wrestling Federation right now. God knows I've busted my ass long enough in this business to deserve it. And to every asshole in the locker room or anywhere else that thinks differently, bring it on. Oh and fuck you.

"Hey Champ."

Her soft voice echoes around the four walls of our hotel room and a delighted smile crosses my lips as I bring my champagne glass to my mouth and turn to Stephanie. But I almost choke on my drink as I see her standing there in the bathroom doorway. She's naked apart from the gleaming gold belt that hangs around her waist, my WWF title.

"Your wish is my command."

My wife giggles as she twirls around in front of me and I laugh as I remember my words to her when we celebrated after my match. Stephanie was wearing the belt then too and I was standing beside her in our dressing room admiring how it looked on her when I told her that I "couldn't wait to see her in that and a bit of nothing else later."

I have to say that while the belt looked good on Stephanie fully clothed, it looks a hell of a lot better when she's naked. I feel the familiar twitch in my jeans as I watch her walk across the room to our large bed. Her breasts bounce temptingly in front of me and my fingers itch to touch them as I follow her over. It feels like I've been waiting all night for this moment, just Stephanie and I alone. Our very own private celebration. Not that I ever imagined sharing this moment with her by the way. This was supposed to be strictly a business arrangement. A plan that benefited me and helped me get my hands on what I wanted more than anything. The title. After all it was mine in the first place. Stephanie wasn't supposed to factor into any of this. I was supposed to walk away. I was supposed to make a clean break. In fact I'd even planned it my head a thousand times. The same night the referee raised my hand in victory, I would serve Stephanie divorce papers. After all, she was nothing to me after this. She was just a stepping stone to getting what I wanted. A disposable pawn in my power games with Vince.

But as I stand in front of Stephanie now and look at her, I know she's become anything but disposable. That's why those divorce papers were never drawn up. I try to tell myself it's our business partnership. The power we have is addictive to me and I love the control that comes with it. Without Stephanie, I lose that control. I become just another superstar. Sure as the champion, I can still demand respect but only to a certain level. Any intimidation on my part is limited without being accompanied by the McMahon name.

Like I said that's what I try to tell myself but standing here now I know I'm full of shit. The truth is the power is not the only thing that's addictive to me. Stephanie is too. Not her name. Not the benefits of our marriage. Just her. Since the very first night I seduced her into my bed, I've craved her constantly. I can't get enough of her and screwing anyone else just doesn't cross my mind despite the hundreds of ring rats that have thrown themselves in my direction since. I just don't want them. I want her and I don't even want to think about what that means.

"Here's to you. Congratulations."

Stephanie tips her glass in my direction and as she sits on the bed, I notice that her hair is loose now and it falls in waves across her shoulders. It makes her face softer and she's sexier too. In fact right now, Stephanie looks absolutely fucking beautiful and I feel a little bit breathless. She's perched on the edge of the mattress and her long legs are crossed, partially hiding her from me, teasing me. A seductive smile crosses her face as she cocks her finger in my direction, beckoning me to her. I'm as hard as a rock as I come to stand in front of her. I have to admit that's one of the many things that really turns me on about my wife. She's confident in her abilities as a woman. She's not hesitant at all in getting what she wants from me and I love that. I love her self assurance.

Just as I lower myself to kneel in front of her, Stephanie turns her head to the side taking a sip of champagne. Desperate to touch her, I uncross her legs pushing them apart and the firm force of my actions causes the sparkling drink to spill and trickle down her chin. Instinctively Stephanie's hand lifts to wipe at her mouth but I grab it in mid air, stopping her. Instead I replace her hand with my own mouth as I kiss her and kiss her hard. She tastes of champagne and strawberries and my tongue brushes over hers tasting her deeper. A tingle of desire shoots up my spine as Stephanie kisses me back eagerly, moaning softly as her hand slips from mine. Just the way she reacts to a simple kiss gets me hot. Her nails lightly scrape down my bare back before her palm settles there pushing me closer, pressing her breasts against me. The gentle heat of her body mixes in with mine as does the chill from the gold that still adorns Stephanie's waist. My brow furrows suddenly irritated by it's presence and I reach for the clasp at the back, fumbling with it for a moment before I slide it from her body. I toss it aside my mind on another prize right now. My hand blindly reaches for the champagne glass that dangles loosely from Stephanie's fingertips. I feel thirsty again and as I break our kiss, my eyes flutter open to see her ocean blue pools staring back at me.

Stephanie bites down on her swollen bottom lip as she watches me, her eyes flickering with her pleasure and her desire as I push her flat into the bed. The covers crumple underneath her as I tilt the glass over her body and her cry of surprise fills the room as the coldness of the champagne hits her skin.

"Lie still."

Stephanie does as I ask. The empty glass hits the carpeted floor with a dull thud as I move over my wife. My tongue flicks out to catch the amber liquid that has pooled in her belly button. I deliberately let it linger there for a second swirling around the tiny circle tasting the mixture of champagne and Stephanie's sweet skin. It feels as soft as silk against my rough palm. She's lightly trembling underneath me as I continue to lick and suck her stomach before I decide I can't wait any longer and I lick a trail to her breasts. They had been my goal all along and my mouth instantly covers one of the creamy mounds sucking on the soft nipple feeling it harden with my touch. Stephanie's pleasured sigh makes her chest rise and fall and I'm aware of the faint sound of her heart as it beats beside me.

"Hunter."

Stephanie hisses my name and I take great delight in hearing it fall from her lips. See, it gets me off knowing I am the one turning her on like this. I am the one her body cries out for as I pleasure her. Her fingers thread loosely through my hair pulling me closer as her legs wrap around me. Her hips start to buck against me and I feel the wet heat of her core on my stomach enticing me to me touch her there.

"Please baby. I need you now."

There is a hint of desperation to Stephanie's voice almost like she is begging me and that gets me off even more because someone needs me. Someone needs me that much they can't wait one second longer. I have to admit I don't want to wait either. Since we left the arena all I've been able to think about is being with Stephanie and feeling her tight walls surround me as I bury myself deep inside her. And Christ, she's so wet. I can feel it as she moves against me but I've restrained myself and God help me, I'm still trying to hold back even now because I want to please her in every way. I want to make her feel incredible and take her to heights she's never reached before even with me.

Giving into her demands just a little, I slide two thick fingers inside her hot centre. I have to admit holding back like this spooks me a little because for once this isn't about me. This isn't about my needs or taking what I want. This is about Stephanie and satisfying her. It's her needs that come first for me and as a guy I have to admit that fucking scares me because sex is supposed to be simple. It always has been for me up until now. I would pick up some faceless woman, screw them, job done. And I guess that can sound pretty fucking heartless but that's my life. Or at least it was until Stephanie came along. Now she's turned everything on its head. Sex isn't just taking what I need. It's more than that. It's way more than I can even put into words right now. All I know is that I feel things, things I've never felt in my life before. Emotions that have crept up on me when I least expected them to; emotions that have pleasantly surprised me and freaked me out all at the same time.

"God! Hunter."

Stephanie's back arches higher and her breathing has become heavy panting that hotly whispers into my ear. Her nails scratch at my skin like she's desperately trying to claw back some control but I refuse to let her. I want her to let go. I want Stephanie to lose herself so completely that she has no option but to surrender to me and how I'm making her feel. Seeking out her mouth, I kiss her hard once more as my fingers sink deeper inside her. My thumb deliberately seeks out and flicks over that one spot, the one place that always tips her over the edge.

Her desperate whimpering breaks our kiss as my hand works furiously bringing her to the brink. I ignore the hot throbbing in my jeans that aches to be inside Stephanie. My needs can wait. Instead I watch her as her head tips back, her soft bruised mouth falling open with her satisfied scream. Her whole body begins to tremble as it becomes overcome with ecstasy and I know in my life I have never seen anything so beautiful. Stephanie is this perfect creature completely under my spell right now and a satisfied smile crosses my lips knowing I have this power over her. I'm the one in control here. I'm the one calling the shots. God knows I have to be especially if I have any chance of making it out of this alive. But I know I'm only kidding myself as Stephanie's heavy lidded eyes seek out mine and I feel that familiar flutter in my chest as she looks at me. It turns out I'm not in control at all and as her mouth finds mine one more time I wonder if I ever was in the first place