Master of Power #1 (4 page)

When he spoke, his voice had a soft silk velvet edge. Smooth like a glass of fine wine. It went through me easy, and I felt a warm feeling travel fast, and settle down on my clit. It tingled from the anticipation, from the want and need for a hard dick to sooth my aching body especially if the dick belong to Hayden Powers.

“Tamika Johnson, Mr. Powers. Mr. Powers Tamika Johnson.”

Breathless, my voice broke. I think he picked up on the nervousness. If he did, he was right. I had never been around a man so confident and rich in my life. I had known some of these men. I had worked for them, but they were never as handsome and never seemed interested in me. But was he interested in me? Now that was the question.

“Call me Hayden,” he said. The sound of his voice drifting through me.

“Yes I will, Hayden,” Tamika said as she nudged me in the side and kicked my leg under the table. “Do you care to join us?” Then I kicked her leg, letting her know that under no circumstances do I want to be near that self-serving arrogant narcissist.

“I’m afraid I have a book signing after dinner. Ladies.” He nodded and then he turned as if he had been mortally wounded because I didn’t appear too excited at seeing him. But in reality it was all I could do not to scream and drop to my knees and beg to suck his dick. That’s how handsome he is and that’s how I felt in his presence.

“Aren’t you the cool one? If he wasn’t interested in you he wouldn’t have walked his pretty ass all the way over here to speak to you.”

“He could have had another reason.”

“Like wanting to fuck you.”

“He could have all these women, and the one sitting across from us, and why would he choose me?”

“Maybe because you don’t look that easy. Me, I look easy, and I am easy. Men can tell that kind of thing. Some men are like the easy path to the ocean. Some like to work for their pussy. Obviously he wants to work for his.” And Tamika looked at the couple across from us as they locked gazes with her.

I fixed my gaze on Tamika. “I don’t know why he would come over here.” I probably did know.

We sat and ate and drank and when we looked up the room was all but empty and we had drank wine until we needed to hold on to each other to walk out.

“The bar is over there,” Tamika said pointing to the left.

“You really mean it. You want me to wait in there.”

“Hell yes. I’m planning on fucking and sucking the night away. That sounds like a song,” she said.

“Yeah it does. Sound like I heard it before.” I was just as drunk as Tamika and now I had to go into a bar and wait for her half the night. I looked at my smartphone and it was eleven o’clock. I didn’t have that much more to wait. I was sure Tamika would be sleeping by twelve. Or she would get in the room, fall across the bed, and forget about Juan or Hector or Jesus.

“Now go, Tonya. Jesus is going to be waiting for me.” She pushed me in the direction of the bar.

“When did you have time to give him the room number?”

“When you were looking around for Hayden. When he disappeared to do his book signing. You really have got the hots for him and you should admit it.”

“I’m leaving. I might like the Piano bar. Maybe I can meet someone that will make me forget Hayden. Now you see, you have me calling him by his first name,” I said to Tamika.

I waved to her as she walked into the elevator. I turned and strutted to the bar, but before I made it there, I saw a bathroom and this time I got the right one. I reached into my bag pulled out a portable toothbrush and Colgate and brushed my teeth, flossed, and freshened my lipstick just in case.

What the hell am I brushing my teeth now for? Just in case I’m run over by a car. That applied to my panties.
Always have on clean panties just in case you’re run over by a car my mother would say.
She got that from her mother and the only thing changed through the years was the type of transportation. Maybe the car in my great great-grandmother’s day was a wagon or horse.
Who cares? Who am I kidding?
I placed my things in my bag and strutted through the door headed for the bar.

Some habits are hard to break like sleeping with a man on the first date. My mother would frown on that. I dated Wayne for two years and we lived together for another year before we realized we weren’t compatible with each other in every possible way.

He was cheap although he had a good job paying in the high six figures. He only wanted to have sex on Mondays early in the morning when I was getting ready to go to work. Every Monday at five o’clock he was ready and I wasn’t. And the screaming and noise coming from him made me want to throw up. I knew it would end badly and it did with him moving out just when I was in between jobs and rent was due.

Thank goodness for Tamika. She found me a job, and on Monday she’s going to move in with me to help with the expenses. She may get on my last nerve, but I must admit she’s a better friend than I am. But I’m trying to make up by staying out of her hair.

I
walked into the bar and the piano player glanced up at me. He smiled with a sexy mysterious grin, and a gaze that returned to me over and over. He sat confident as he watched at me and played soft jazz. My mind went into overload. I thought about picking him up. But that wasn’t me. I don’t go to bars to pick up men, in fact I don’t go to bars. I was forced into this unfortunate situation by my sexed starved out of control roommate.

I had convinced myself that I wasn’t sexed starved, it was Tamika. 

After blushing at the unwanted attention of this handsome black man, I walked over and sat at a table for two facing him. The jazz music fit my mood and calmed me. That and the wine I had consumed earlier, I was almost dragging my ass. Maybe that’s why the handsome man at the piano with his salt and pepper hair, sexy face for a man his age, thought I was just ripe for the plucking. I could see how a drunk young woman would be susceptible to his charms because he looked great in his black suit and white bow tie.

He probably picked up plenty young woman looking for a one night stand. After all, this was his hunting ground, and I appeared to be unsuspecting target.

But I wasn’t here to get fucked, or to be fucked. Not by him. I smiled when I thought of being fucked by Mr. Hayden Powers. But I didn’t think I was his type. I thought of him as wanting and having the tall blond with the big tits. The kind he could bring to parties and show off at how successful he is.

Me, I’m the medium height black girl with nice size breasts and a big ass. The kind of woman that a man like him would like to take to bed, fuck while telling me how nice my ass is and complimenting me about how much he wants me and needs me. But it would be for just that night and I wouldn’t want one night with him. I would want more. And that’s why I wouldn’t be caught dead in his bed. 

The cocktail waitress came over and I ordered a coke because I had had enough wine and I didn’t want to wake up in a strange bed, and discover that I left with the first man who winked at me, unless it was Hayden Powers. I smiled when I thought that. By now I had adjusted to the idea that I wouldn’t see him again. 

The waitress sauntered casually over to me, placed a napkin down, and a glass of coke-a-cola with a cherry. And then she lowered a small brandy snifter down in front of me.

“Compliments of the gentleman at the bar.” I turned and blinked because I couldn’t believe my eyes
. Is he stalking me? Don’t get on your high horse, Tonya, thinking you are that important to him.

He stood and gave me a small wave, cocked his head to the side and shot me a wide grin, then Hayden Powers sauntered over to the table carrying a drink and a closed smile. Standing before me, he hit me with a throwaway smile he gives to his public. It was wide and bright and I almost fell out of my chair looking at all that man standing in front of me.

Hayden had changed clothes and he wore a dark blue suit and crisp white shirt opened showing a hint of soft silky chest hair. His broad shoulders had me gazing too long at his wide sinful muscular chest. I thought any moment I would turn into a pillar of salt.

My brown eyes registered on his mouth, on his strong firm jaw, and on his clear blue ocean eyes, but I snapped back to reality when he spoke.

“May I sit?” I nodded
yes
. He sat in the comfortable leather swivel chair next to me.

“What is it that you want?” I asked in an edged tone which surprised him.

He turned and eased into a smile. “Are you that insecure that you would ask me something like that?” I didn’t expect his answer. I really didn’t want him to call me on my obvious deficiencies. I thought I hid that well. Maybe not too well.

I wouldn’t let men I was attracted to get close to me. Only the ones I could control. The ones I wasn’t sexually attracted to. But this was a whole new ball game. Ever since I first laid eyes on him, and our encounter in the men’s room, I have wanted to suck his dick and fuck him. Now I have to act like I’m cold because I don’t want him to know how much I want to be in his bed.

“Have you learned nothing from my lecture? When I see a beautiful woman with poise and confidence, I want to know her better. I want to know what makes her tick and what turns her on.” I raise an eyebrow and stir in my seat. Holding on to my drink bringing it to my mouth and setting it down again.

“And I’m interested in why she doesn’t react to me like most females,” he said.

“So now I’m another chapter in your book?” He raises an eyebrow as if to say you don’t get it. Which I don’t. “Maybe it’s because I’m not like most females you’ve dated.”

“If you are wondering whether I’ve dated African American women,” he glanced at me and said, “Do you want to be call African American, or is there another term you wish that I call you.” He reaches over and takes my hand. It’s warm and strong, but soft in his touch.

He looks at me. “I date women. Not because they are white, black, or any other color, but because they are women and because I’m attracted to them sexually. And yes, I’ve dated black woman.” He raised his eyebrow and smiled at me. My heart hammered in my chest.

“African American is fine for now.” I sat watching at him with a smirk. Trying to take back control of the situation. But he was holding my hand and feeling my pulse. He wanted to know if I was in control and he discovered that I wasn’t. So I pulled my hand away and picked up the brandy snifter and just smelled the aroma. It sobered me up.

“Why aren’t you drinking your brandy?”

“Because I don’t like mixing my drinks.”

“What are you afraid of?” He smirked at me with that pretty mouth of his. “Getting drunk? Live a little. Don’t let life control you. Take it by the balls and control it. You have the power,” he said smiling. He was too convincing, and I took a sip of the Cognac. The heat filled me and I relaxed and I smiled back at him.

“See what I mean. You have the power in your hands to do what you want and to get what you want.” He paused and gazed intently at me. “What do you want, Tonya?”

I want you, you handsome fuck
, my mind is telling me. But I stared at him and I didn’t know what to say to him because if I said it out loud, then he would have laughed at me. Hayden is a man in his twenties and he has written books, made millions, lived a life I may never know.

According to his profile, he gives advice to rich powerful men all over the world. He has traveled extensively, and I’ve gone nowhere but to Queens, Brooklyn, and a few neighboring states and given advice to Tamika who doesn’t take it. I’m no match for him I tell myself. What the fuck am I doing with him but wasting time? And since that is what I’m doing now, what better way to waste it than with Hayden Powers. 

He’s beyond handsome and he’s white and I’m black and he will no doubt get whatever he sets his mind to because he is the Master of Power. And why he’s here with me when he could be with anyone of those women looking to sleep with him, is beyond me.

“The question I should ask you is what do you want?” I say sitting upright meeting his gaze searching for the truth.

He looks at me carefully and says, “I want you. See how simple that is. Say what you want and do what is necessary to get it.” I brought the brandy snifter to my mouth with shaky hands and took a large gulp, and didn’t realize that I had drank all the liquor while he was holding his glass and staring at me, and he hadn’t touched his drink.

When I looked up the waitress had set a fresh drink in front of me and I grabbed it willingly with both hands. He smiled at me and took his first sip of the night. He placed his hand over mine, bringing the glass down on the table and I felt a double warmth course through me.

“I want to give you an orgasm all night. Over and over until you beg me to stop,” He whispered in a soft raw voice. Holy shit I didn’t expect that. But then I should have considered what he said to me in the men’s room.

Before I realized it I stood. “I have to get to my room.” Hayden had me confused and nervous. Then I sat down again and reached for my purse. “I have to call my roommate first.” My hand shook and he touched me as I was clamoring to find the phone in my purse.

“I can calm you down. Let me try,” he said his eyes raking me from head to breasts. His eyes lingering on my breasts. He placed his hand on my neck and slid a finger up to my ear lobe and then to my collarbone, and it rest there. Hayden leaned in to me and I tried to move away. But it was as if his finger was holding me in place. He leaned down and kissed my shoulder.

“You smell wonderful. I could eat you.” Our eyes lock.

“You could what?” I asked because I wasn’t sure what he said.

He glanced at me not deterred by my question. “I want to lick you, kiss you. I like the smell of you. It arouses me.” His eyes meet mine. Holy shit he’s serious.

Then his soft mouth touches my ear and he whispers, “I want to eat your pussy.” Maybe I was in shock and maybe it was the first time I heard a man tell me that he could eat me that I sat poised to listen. My eyes grew wide, my breath grew ragged, and I took another sip of liquor.

The picture of his beautiful face and lips between my legs had me hot and my panties wet.