King of New York (30 page)

Sierra sits in
the room waiting for him to come but he doesn’t come immediately, so she falls
asleep.

He comes when
the sun starts to set; she doesn’t hear him at first. He’s silent, like a thief
in the night. He opens the door gently, and he’s carrying numerous bags. He
closes the door behind him and drops the bags on the floor. He stands still and
stares at her lying on the bed. She isn’t under the sheets; she’s just lying in
a sexy position revealing all her womanly curves. He walks towards the bed,
straight towards her.

She gets up and
acts as if she’s feeling extremely groggy, wiping and rubbing her eyes as she
gets a better look at him. His enticing green eyes draw her in as he stares at
her as if she’s naked, or rather as if he’s undressing her with his eyes. His
stare turns her on. She breathes softly.

“You look so
beautiful, even more stunning than I remembered before I left you here earlier.”
His voice is soft and sexy.

Without warning,
he gently kisses her lips, then stops, causing her to whimper in
disappointment. He apologises and tells her: “I want to make sweet love to you
and I don’t want you to say no to me,” he says, breathing deeply.

He said love,
not fuck. The way he said love turns her on. But she’s not one to give in
easily.

“You’re going to
have to work hard to make love to me, and then maybe afterwards I can allow you
to fuck me as a bonus,” she says mischievously. Chad had turned her into an
assertive woman; ironically, when with Chad she was submissive and followed his
rules but with Sebastian she sees herself being the opposite.

“I’m willing to
work all night long if it means I get the opportunity to make sweet love to you,
Sierra,” he says, his green eyes potent with desire.

She’s now on the
other side of the room with her back to the wall facing him as he walks up to
her and holds her hands up by the wall. His fingers intricately entwine with
hers and he softly kisses the dip in her neck. She moans quietly.

His voice is
filled with want and need and the desperation turns Sierra on to the max. “I
need you badly, real bad, baby.”

She tells him to
kiss her. He starts to kiss her mercilessly, hardly giving her time to breathe.
She feels suffocated by his kisses but whenever he gives her the release for air
she tells him not to stop. He stifles her moans as she fights to match up to
the way he’s kissing her.

She takes her
heels off and he starts to gently kiss her legs and feet. She moans at the feel
of his mouth in-between her toes. He sucks each and every toe slowly, and makes
her go crazy. “Your moans are so sexy, Sierra,” he says as he moves up her legs.

He rubs his
hands across her stomach while kissing inside her thighs. She knows that he’s
purposely teasing her. It turns her on some more. She moans and groans as he
continues his teasing. He skips her womanhood with his mouth, pulls her dress
up and starts kissing her stomach with a wicked glint in his eyes as her brown
gaze meets his emerald one.

She tells him to
take her clothes off, but he refuses.

“I want to make
love to you with your clothes on, baby. I like what you are wearing and I want
you to keep it on.”

She doesn’t
argue as the feeling he’s giving her body is enough for her to listen to,
whatever he wants her to wear or not. He’s still dressed in his suit but she doesn’t
want him clothed while they make love.

She pulls him
towards her with his red tie and bites his lips. He stands still as she takes
control of him. The only parts of him moving are his green eyes as they follow
her every move.

She doesn’t
remove his tie because she likes it, even though she prefers the colour black.

“Next time I
want you to wear black, mister. The red looks hot on you but I think the black
will look even better.”

“Yes, madam,” he
says, going into his role of playing the one taking instructions from his lady.

Ironically,
Sierra starts to possess the dominant traits of Chad Perry while in bed with
Sebastian. Though not in her life, he still creates a huge impact through the
way he makes her act.

She takes Sebastian’s
jacket off and dashes it on the floor. She then rips his shirt, causing all the
buttons of his designer fabric to fall on the floor. She starts off shyly but
then builds up momentum and plays her role of the dominant female to a tee. His
six-pack is rock solid without an ounce of fat in sight, just pure lean muscle.
She runs her fingers across them, enjoying the feel of the sexy ruggedness on
his stomach. She bends over and licks his flesh.

“Do you like
that, bad boy? Tell me that you like it,” she whispers.

He closes his
eyes and answers: “Damn right, I like it sexy.” He breathes ruggedly as he gently
plays with her hair.

She smiles and
continues to lick her way up his stomach. She reaches his finely sculpted pecs
and starts to lick and kiss around them. Softly, she bites his nipple and his
moans get a little louder, just the way she likes hearing it.

She kisses him roughly,
pulls his tie and bites his lips once more. She grabs the back of his head and
pulls him towards her breasts. He rubs his face in them and inhales deeply
before she pushes his head back and commands him to take off his expensive
belt.

He hurriedly takes it off
as she sits on the bed admiring him. Sierra grabs him by the hip of his
trousers and pulls him towards her on to the foot of the bed. She unbuttons his
pants and places a kiss on the flesh just above the button.

“Wow this is big, very
big, babe. Bigger than I remember,” she says naughtily, with lust in her
seductive eyes.

“I am here to satisfy
you. You’ll get my tongue and fingers inside you as well as my manhood for the
grand finale of round one,” he says to her sexily, even though she knows that
she will not go down on him. That part of lovemaking on her behalf was only
reserved for Chad Perry. She smiles as he tells her that he is here to please
her, in the sexiest, huskiest voice she’s known since Chad.

She gets up from the bed,
puts the condom on him, and grabs his cock in her hands. She rubs the head of
it as it stands erect. He groans as she teases his manhood with her soft hands.

He touches her down
below.

“Whoa, someone’s very
wet,” he says. He slips her panties to the side, revealing her womanhood. He
looks at it with lust in his eyes and starts touching her sensuously with his
head buried in her breasts. She gasps in pleasure as he teases the opening of
her kitty.

“Oh, Sebastian, what
you’re doing to me feels so good.”

He gets on his knees.

“Are you ready for my mouth
to descend on you, baby?” he whispers.

He doesn’t wait for her
to answer and she screams with pleasure as his lips make contact with her
intimate parts. She can’t restrain her gasps and she makes him know that she
appreciates the work his mouth is doing. She winces in sweet pain as he
continues his passionately sexy assault on her womanhood. She roughly pulls his
hair as he keeps on licking, sucking and softly biting her down below while she
gasps in sweet agony. She digs her nails into his flesh and she grabs his head
and tells him to kiss her mouth.

 He kisses her
like a man possessed.

“Baby, I want to
make love to you so bad and fuck you so hard after,” he says, with his green
eyes glistening.

“I want to fuck
you so hard you find it hard to breathe. You’ll beg for mercy and I won’t stop
until I’m satisfied.” The authority in his voice turns her on, reminding her of
Chad.

He picks her up
and dashes her on the bed. She laughs as she hits the soft sensuous sheets. He
stands above her on the bed licking his lips.

He’s big and
hard. Sitting on her stomach, he edges down a little so that she can feel his
hugeness on the outside of her vagina. She takes her left hand and starts
guiding him in slowly.

He stabs himself
inside her and she cries in sweet pain as her walls shake with pleasure.

“Tell me how it
feels,” he whispers, with sexual rage in his voice.

“Tell me how it
fucking feels, Sierra.” He pulls her hair back harshly to deepen her sexual
pain.

“I … think … I’m
about to … cum … Sebastian.”

“You will not
cum until I say so. I’m going to fuck you till we both can’t take anymore. So
you have to control yourself, my love.”

Sierra is
delirious while trying to control the pending orgasm. Her moans are
uncontrollable.

“I love you,
Sierra. Do you love me back?” he asks, as his envious eyes stare deep into
hers. She is shocked, unable to speak, so she just smiles. He looks
disappointed but he continues. He kisses her lips and tells her to take all he
has to give her womanhood.

“I can’t take
any more, babe!”

The deeper he
goes the more she wants of him. Her juices flood uncontrollably

“Tell me you want
me, Sierra. Say I’m the only man you want or I’ll stop!”

Her heart stops
with his threat; he doesn’t move until she answers him.

She laughs half-heartedly,
knowing she shouldn’t say such words that are strictly for Chad, but she needs
to forget him. “You’re the only man that I want, Sebastian. Now please fuck me
and stop teasing,” she says, knowing that she’s lying to him in order to forget
the one she loves.

His
roar is animalistic and sexy at the same time as he gives it to her just the
way she asks. She can feel him exploding inside her as he groans. It turns her
on, knowing that she still has power over him like Chad has power over her.

He
falls asleep.
She
remembers Sigmund Freud’s interpretation of dreams while she watches the sexy
Brit as he dreams, possibly of the night they just had. But her mind is torn.
Although Sebastian had made sweet love to her, she still craved more. He is
unable to awaken deep, dark desire and need within her. She craves the
desperation that Chad’s depraved sexual antics created in her. The ways in
which he would control and make her beg for things that made her feel ashamed
was all she could think of while Sebastian made love to her.

Chad
Perry has turned her into a fiend and he is the only drug that her body needs.

****

Sebastian Benoit
is on Wall Street and has a document to deliver in an expensive white envelope.
The calculated twinkle in his pure green eyes is chilling as he smiles wickedly
to himself. “Well, well, well. Today is going to be a very good day. Oh how I
love thee, New York City!” he says loudly to himself with an angry happiness in
his voice.

CHAPTER 21

Almost a week and a half has passed
since Chad last saw Sierra. She had left him almost a broken man. But he knows
that kings do not break, or rather they do not allow themselves to be broken.
Instead they put on their crown, no matter how crooked it is placed, and walk
into the present without a thought of the past, and that is exactly what Chad
Perry did as he drove into the night on that fateful evening. But Sierra
somehow manages to pop into his head every now and then. Only she has the power
to disconnect the control of his mind and focus it on her without his
permission. Everything else in his world he can control, apart from his
feelings for Sierra.

As he sits in
his office on Wall Street, taking in the magnificent view of his city, someone
knocks on his door. It’s an employee of his with a white envelope in his hand.
Chad assumes it’s something to do with business so he doesn’t open it
immediately. He tells the woman to leave the envelope on his desk.

The view from
his palatial office is breathtaking, but his thoughts are dark and hollow with
Sierra obscuring his mind. From this high up, he gets a commanding view of his
city and it somehow makes him feel slightly calm as the chaos of the world
seems far away down below his office.

There’s another
knock on his door and this time it’s a gentleman with a document for him to
sign. Chad is above the law in his city, but he stills has to pay a substantial
amount of tax if he is to remain above the law.

The man takes a
seat and waits for Chad to attend to him. His eyes are a cool grey, just like
his silver hair. The man begins to speak before Chad resumes his seat.

“The city of New
York would like to thank you for your donation to its main organisation for the
children and their futures. I presume you have seen your picture on the covers
of the
New York Times
and
People
magazine. They speak highly of
you and so they should. You are one of this city’s greatest philanthropists and
we all appreciate you and your good deeds, Mr Perry.”

Chad nods in
acknowledgement of the grey-haired man’s kind words.

“However, the
money that you donate to charity does not include the money you have to give
us. And I am the emissary that has been despatched to collect the debt you owe
to the city. We keep you safe and do as you please. However, it comes at a
heavy price, but you already know that, Mr Perry. The city of New York is yours
but only at a price and I hope such an understanding never changes.”