King of New York (21 page)

He then takes
his fingers to her breasts and gently circles them. He hears her as she
desperately tries to stop her moans of pleasure.

“Good girl,
princess,” he says slowly. Then his fingers trail down to her stomach. She
whimpers from his touch. He smiles wickedly.

“I know you want
me, but you have to wait, baby.” His voice is deep and erotic. His hands then
move down to her womanhood. He hears her as she breathes deeply. He softly
kisses the back of her neck and then gets on his knees. His fingers trail
across her butt. She moans loudly but he doesn’t tell her to be quiet.

“Now do you see
how beautiful you are to me, Sierra?”

“Yes,” she whispers,
ever so softly.

“Good.”

He kisses her
butt gently and then bites the flesh and she screams in pain-filled pleasure.

“Do you like my
pain, baby?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Good.”

He takes his
middle finger and slides it all the way down to her clitoris. He hears her moan
softly. He dips his finger inside her and then takes it out.

“Please put it
back in, baby,” she begs. He smiles wickedly

“Why do you want
me to put it back in?” he whispers. She breathes deeply.

“Because I need
to feel you inside me.” Her voice is desperate and sensuous.

He slowly puts
his finger inside her once more. He flicks and circles his finger inside her
wetness as she moans passionately. He firmly holds her in place with his other
hand as she fights to keep her balance.

“Give me more,”
she moans. “Please baby.”

“Oh, so you
really want me to be a bad boy, huh?” he asks seductively as he slowly circles
his finger inside her wetness.

He puts a second
finger inside her. She moans in lust-filled pain as he tries to fit a third
finger inside her.

“Scream baby,
let me hear you,” he whispers. She screams loudly as he finally fits his third
finger inside her. Her wetness drips on his hands and onto her legs. Her
breathing gets faster as he continues to fingers her passionately.

“More, baby,
give me more,” she moans.

He smiles
wickedly as he watches her juices drip down her legs. His pace inside her
becomes violent and rough as she continues requesting more. She pants heavily
as he goes in and out of her with his fingers until she orgasms and shakes
violently in his hands.

“Fuck, baby, why
do you do this to me?” she whispers in staggered breaths.

“Because you ask
me to, bad girl.” He kisses her butt once more and gets up.

He then takes
her to the window, puts her hands against the glass and starts to slowly enter
her womanhood. She seems shocked but also excited at the fact that he is about
to fuck her against an open window where others might potentially see them.

“Does this
excite you, baby?” he whispers as he thrusts himself inside her. “Tell me,
baby,” he continues.

“Yes it does,”
she whimpers.

“Good.”

His breathing is
heavy and hot as he bites her neck while roughly pounding himself inside her. She
screams with passion. He is big and strong inside her and she whimpers
helplessly as he makes her body quiver with pleasure.

“Do you like
this baby?” he whispers.

“Yes, yes,” she
moans lustfully.

The music of the
opera continues to play. The higher the woman sings the more passionate and
rough his movements become inside her. He bites his lips as he tries to hold in
his moans of pleasure. “Fuck,” he groans, as he feels the pending orgasm
mounting in his manhood. The drama and tessitura of the singer’s voice add to
the momentum of his movements inside her.

He moves with
passion and rage. His body is engulfed in pleasure and he can tell from her
erotic moans, so too is Sierra’s. He pulls her hair back and breathes roughly
in her ear. “Tell me you want me, baby, tell me,” he groans.

“I want you
Chad, I want you,” she says loudly.

The singer
continues to sing, with her voice ranging from mezzo-soprano to soprano, her
dramatic tone matches that of Chad’s dramatic movements. He is wracked with
pleasure and can no longer take the passion that he feels within her. As the
music comes to a close and the singer’s voice falls to contralto, Chad’s orgasm
releases itself and he shakes violently as he savours the impact of deep
pleasure. Sierra follows suit and grips herself around his manhood as her body
shakes from the pleasure. She looks back at him and they laugh together as he
gently kisses the tip of her nose.

They stand by
the window and look down at the world below. “I could get used to this,
princess. Just you and I,” he whispers.

“I’m already
used to it and wish it would stay like this forever. I love you, Chad Perry.”

“I love you too,
Sierra Malcolm,” he says softly, gently kissing her ear. He picks her up and
carries her to the bed.

They talk for a
while then fall asleep peacefully in each other’s arms.

****

He wakes up in the morning and
the sun pierces into Chad’s eyes because he had left the curtains open the
night before. He rubs his eyes and then lovingly looks at Sierra who is still
sleeping.

“Wake up lazy,”
he says, as he gently bites her lips.

“No, baby, I’m
tired,” she says groggily.

He lifts her off
the bed and on to the floor. She chucks a pillow at him and he sexily winks at
her. “Rise and shine, princess.” She jumps on his back and he carries her to
the bathroom. They have a quick shower and he tells her to get dressed as they
are going shopping for her.

They get
dressed, eat some breakfast and head downstairs. There is a Bentley parked
outside the hotel and they get into it. The driver takes them to the Kremlin
for some sightseeing. The fortress is an architectural achievement as it has
stood since being built in the late 1400s. A stern-faced Russian in a fine suit
approaches them. He has a scar across his jaw. He is strong and tall with a
mean demeanour about him.

“Great to have
you in Moscow, Mr Perry,” the man says with a strong Russian accent.

“The pleasure is
all mine, Vladimir,” Chad replies, as they firmly shake hands.

“Whatever you
require in Moscow and anywhere else in Russia, I will have my people attend to
it.”

Chad laughs. “I
am happy to hear that, Vlad.” Chad looks at Sierra who seems shocked at the
fact that he knows people in Russia. He smiles slyly at her, “This is my lady, Sierra.”

“Lovely to meet
you, Sierra,” Vladimir says.

“Lovely to meet
you too,” she replies.

“We’ll catch up
on business later, Vlad. I need to spend time with my lady,” he says as he
kisses Sierra’s hand.

“No problem.
We’ll speak soon, Mr Perry.” Vladimir gets into a highly armoured vehicle with
two other men that must be his bodyguards and they speed away.

“That is one of
the richest men in this country, worth billions. He’s someone that a lot of
people are afraid of and do not want to fuck with due to his notoriety.” Chad
laughs. “But I am Chad Perry, King of New York, and I fear no one. Especially
not a Russian,” Chad jokes, and Sierra laughs with him.

They leave the
Kremlin and walk towards the Moskva River and then go to Alexander Garden. They
play and dance in the garden before heading back to their car.

The driver takes
them to Red Square and then into the designer boutiques. Chad shops for her in
all the expensive boutiques that they can find. The driver carries all her bags
as they shop some more. Chad’s black card is used numerous times as they shop
till they almost drop.

“I never thought
I would say this, but I am tired of shopping,” says Sierra as she sits on the
soft couch with a glass of champagne while being attended to by the boutique
manager. Chad does not want her to be attended to by the stores’ amateur
assistants so he asks for the managers to help his lady in every single
boutique they attend. He pays for her final item which is a luxurious fur coat
worth thousands of dollars.

“Thank you
baby,” she says, and gives him a passionate kiss on his lips, quite possibly to
show all the women gawking at him that he is her man. The women in the store
look away and Chad sees Sierra as she smiles gleefully.

“You are indeed
a bad girl.” He smirks. “Don’t worry baby, I’m not going anywhere. I am all
yours,” he adds as he kisses her deeply. He winks at her and they leave the
store and head to the car.

They had shopped
for hours and they’re both hungry and tired. The driver drops them at their
hotel while the doormen take Sierra’s shopping bags to their suite. Chad tips
them generously before opening the door.

“Let me call for
dinner, baby,” he offers

“Thank you,
babe.”

He calls the world-renowned
head chef of the hotel and tells him to prepare the most succulent lobster they
have for Sierra and the most tender steak they have, prepared well-done, for
himself.

Sierra walks up
to him and takes off his shoes for him.

“Take a seat,
baby. Let me massage your aching feet. You have been so good to me and I need
to show my appreciation.”

He smiles at her
lovingly. “Thank you, Sierra.”

“Anything for
you, baby,” she says, as she softly kisses his feet. She massages his feet,
pulling and stretching his toes. He moans softly. His breathing is slow and
deep as she does this. He watches as she slowly takes one of his toes in her
mouth. The feel of her tongue arouses him and he breathes deeply.

“You deserve to
be treated like a king, baby, because you treat me like a queen,” she whispers,
as she slowly sucks on his toes. Chad is feeling hot with desire as she runs
her tongue across his feet. She slowly takes each toe in her mouth and plays
with it with her lips and tongue. He groans loudly and smiles down at her. He
can’t take how sexy her lips look so he bends down and kisses her passionately.

There is a knock
on their door. Chad gets up but Sierra stops him.

“Allow me to
serve you tonight, baby,” she says softly

“As you wish, my
lady.”

She goes to the
door and ushers the chef in. He prepares their meal for them on the dinner
table. Before he leaves, Sierra tips him a hundred-dollar bill. The chef thanks
her and leaves.

She moves
towards Chad, takes his hand and leads him to the table. She pulls out his
chair.

“Please have a
seat, my king.”

Chad laughs at
her and takes a seat. “As you wish, my lady.”

She puts a white
serviette on his lap and opens the tray that contains his tender steak. He
watches as she opens the red wine and pours some in his glass. He admires her
as she attends to all his needs at the dinner table.

“Is there
anything else that you would like, baby,” she says, as she waits on him.

“I am fine,
thank you, my lady. Now, please take a seat and let us eat, my queen.”

They eat in
silence as they listen to an opera of
The Tempest
by Thomas Ades.

After their meal,
Sierra takes off Chad’s clothing and escorts him to the shower. They shower
together and she washes him with a sponge. After they finish, she towels him
dry and picks out an outfit for him for the night. He is happy with her choice.
She moisturises him and puts on his clothes and shoes. She tells him to go to
the living area of the suite.

He sits with a
smile on his face as he patiently waits for her. “Women sure do take long to
get ready,” he mutters to himself. He puts on the news and continues to wait. He
starts to fidget as he becomes tired of waiting. Finally she appears in the
room.

His eyes become
wider as he tries to take in all of her beauty. “Wow,” he says under his breath.

Sierra is
standing in a long black dress, woven from the finest silk. It is the dress he
had paid for while she shopped earlier in the day. Her hair is curled in an “old-hollywood
glamour” type of look. She has red lipstick on and a pearl necklace and
earrings. There is a deep “V” that runs from her neck down between her breasts,
and there is also a daring slit at the side that adds more to her sex appeal.
She’s also wearing a pair of sexy red high heels.

“I am so happy
that you’re mine, baby. You look ravishing from head to toe,” he says softly,
still trying to contain his excitement at how beautiful and sexy she looks.

She smiles
sensuously as he gets up and walks towards her. He hears her heavy breathing as
he glides a finger across her lips.

“If it wasn’t
for the fact that we would be late for the ballet, I would fuck you so hard in
this dress,” he says, as he pulls on the string that holds her dress together.

He knows he has
to control his desire, so he closes his eyes and summons his manhood to go back
to sleep.