King of New York (11 page)

“Feisty! I like
that. You have to remember that I warned you, and told you, that you wouldn’t
like my lifestyle.”

He sees that
she’s shaken by the ordeal as she begins to cry, and for the first time he
realises that she is eight years younger than him and all he wants to do is
protect her. He sees her naivety and vulnerability.

He goes to her
and takes her in his warm embrace, slowly breathing in her sweet scent.

“I’m sorry,
Sierra. This is why I didn’t want to encourage anything between us. You won’t
be safe around me. No one is safe around me. I’m not a nice person to many men,
and as you can expect, many men will also want to be unkind to me. Seeing you
cry puts me in a position where I have to choose between my heart and your
safety. You matter to me, so I have to choose your safety, and we have to say
goodbye – now!” He turns his back to her, afraid she will see the sadness in
his eyes.

“But I don’t want
to leave. I won’t leave, I’m staying. I’m sorry about earlier, I promise not to
slap you or be afraid any longer.”

He knows she
will try not to be afraid, but trying alone is not good enough.

“You have to
leave me alone, Sierra. I mean it. The driver will be up in a few minutes to
take you and your things home. This isn’t a lifestyle for you. You deserve
better than what I can provide. All I can offer is a life filled with anxiety
and unhappiness. My money will not make you happy. Trust me, if it can’t make
me happy, then it will not make you happy.”

Sierra quickly
responds: “I don’t want your money, Chad. All I want is you. I don’t care who
or what follows us. Once we’re together we’ll be fine.”

“That’s the
fucking problem, Sierra. Once we’re together, nothing will ever be fine. I will
always be worried for your safety and I don’t want to lose my sanity worrying
about if you’ll be alive the next time I see you. You mean too much to me.
Please, just go.”

“But I don’t
want to.”

He rushes
towards her, angry, and stops right in front of her face, staring at her as her
lips quiver with need, his icy eyes seething with desire. He breathes heavily; the
sexual tension is thick, and without warning she kisses him passionately, biting
his lips and almost drawing blood as he withdraws.

“I can’t resist
you,” she whimpers.

His breathing
rugged, he licks his lips and allows his voice to mirror his anger at her
perseverance. “Fucking leave! Leave now. Do you not hear me, woman? Why do you
have to be so stubborn? Stop being a fucking spoilt brat from England and leave
me the fuck alone. I’m no good. How many fucking times do I have to repeat
myself?” His voice becomes filled with emotion as he looks at her with regret
in his arctic-blue eyes. “I may not be a good person, but I will never lay
hands on a woman. I’m sorry if I scared you. I’m angry because I think I’m
falling in love with you and …”

He stops as the
word “love” escapes his mouth without his permission and he curses himself.

“I love you too,
Chad. I think I was in love from the first time I saw you at the bar.” She
walks towards him, as he had pulled back from her when he felt the urge to
shake her. In this moment he knows he could not go back on his word because
they both know it is the truth. All he can do is try to persuade her that his
love is not good enough for her.

“My love will
not protect you. If I love you the way I think I do then I have to keep you
safe. And keeping you safe is having you stay as far away from me as possible.
I’m angry because I think I love you and I don’t know how to control these
feelings. Would you believe that I’m thirty and the first time I fall in love
is with a twenty-two-year-old woman from England?” He doesn’t laugh at his
rhetoric as the situation is a grave one. “You have to go, Sierra,” he says
solemnly.

“Before I go I
want you to make love to me. Don’t say no. Tell the driver to wait. Make love
to me, Chad. Please!” she says in an erotic tone.

“W–what?”
Chad says, sounding shocked and maybe even a little amused.

“You
heard me right!”

He
laughs wearily at her response.

“You
know I can’t do that. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t know how
to, Sierra.”

“I’ll
teach you,” she whispers softly.

“I
think I’m losing my senses. I’ve got a twenty-two-year-old wanting to teach me
how to make love. You win! Teach me. But I can’t promise to listen to
everything you say. I’m not kind in bed either.” He walks towards her, stares
in her eyes and gently takes her hand as they walk to his bedroom.

The
door slams shut. Slow romantic music is being played through the airwaves while
he waits for her on the bed. She enters the room from the en suite with his
robe on. He is immediately infatuated by her beauty, and he exhales slowly. She’s
removed her make-up while she was in the bathroom. The skin on her face is
slightly paler than the rest of her body; her lips are still pink with a small
scar next to them that he hasn’t noticed before.

He gets up, shy
and hesitant at the thought of making love to a woman for the first time, but
her sultry gaze and sensual smile persuades him. Slowly he kisses her hand, and
then her lips and neck, making her feel every one of his kisses. She moans
softly.

“Does it feel
like love, baby?” he whispers as he slowly glides his fingers through her hair
and along her neck.

“Yes,” she murmurs.

The feeling of
her warm breath on his skin arouses him and he exhales deeply. The gentleness
of his touch on a woman is something he’s never known or felt as he’s never
made love before until today. She makes him crave more – more of her love, pain
and pleasure.

“You make me feel
so good, baby, I love this feeling you give me,” he whispers, as he slowly dips
his tongue into her mouth. Her moans are filled with desire and need. He stands
back, sits on the bed and stares at her.

“You are beautiful,
Sierra! I think that you’re perfect. Come here, baby,” he says softly.

She slowly walks towards
him with her long locks cascading down her back. He gets up to meet her and
suddenly becomes dumbfounded. He wants to rip his gown off her skin and fuck
her senseless, but he knows she wants to make love – something he is not
accustomed to.
He kisses her nose awkwardly and
she laughs at him.

Embarrassed at
her laughter, he quickly leaves the room and returns with some sexual
accessories that he thinks she might like.

“What are those,
babe? I said make love, not be your sex slave. I don’t want to be tied,
handcuffed or gagged by anything. I only want you and I to make love like
people in love do. Maybe when I am more comfortable with you we can engage in
some of the kinky things you have in there,” she winks.

For the first
time in his life he feels silly in front of a woman, but he doesn’t say a word.
He allows her to take the lead as she takes his accessories out of the room.

“What now? I
told you I don’t know how to make love.”

She slowly removes
the robe and reveals her naked body to him. The only thing she now has on is
her heels.

“You like?” she asks.

He nods his head in
appreciation of her body. His jaw drops slightly in awe of how wonderfully
built she is.
His eyes investigate every inch of
her skin. He inhales softly as his eyes glisten with need.

He notices her
uneasiness and gets up slowly to remove his clothes.

He reveals his
finely sculpted physique to her. They stand naked, staring deeply into each
other’s eyes. Time seems to have stood still as the sexual tension in the room
mounts.

Their
breathing begins to get heavier as the room becomes humid with the two fiery
bodies standing in it. Unable to control himself, he kisses her savagely; she
returns his primal urge in perfect harmony. Her moans are restrained until he stops
kissing her. She stumbles and he gently catches and steadies her.

“Steady, baby.
You smell sexy,” he says as he slowly trails a finger on her neck. “Do you like
it baby?” he asks ever so softly.

“Yes,” she
moans.

He gets on his
knees and spreads soft, sensuous kisses on her legs then passes her womanhood
without touching it and kisses her stomach before getting back up to stare into
her sultry brown eyes. Her breathing is slow and heavy, and it arouses him deeply.

He sits on the bed and
tells her to show him how to make love. “Show me, baby,” he whispers softly. He
knows he’s driving her crazy as she takes in all of him with her eyes,
including his huge erection. His gaze must have been like a drug to her as she
behaves like a fiend for him. Chad knows that he oozes sex and charm. Every
inch of him is finely defined and he knows that Sierra sees it.

He softly touches himself
while ushering her with a finger to come to him. Hypnotically, she goes to him.
He touches her skin, closes his eyes and feels as her body trembles from his
touch.

“Sierra, I can’t
do this.” Her body stops shaking. “I do not want to take away your innocence.
My ways are bad in every way. I do not want empty pleasure alone from your body
like I do with the others. I want something deeper. If I have sex with you now
I may lose all I feel for you. I want you to be the only one I share my deepest
sexual desires with, do things I will never do with anyone else, and that
fantasy only seems real because I have not slept with you.”

Muted, she gets
on the bed and tells him to get on top of her as she wraps her legs around his
waist.

“Please don’t,
Sierra. I don’t want you to regret this. I may not be the same person after
sex. I may not love you if you do this.”

Sierra’s eyes
are now a darkened shade of brown, almost black, which makes her look sexier
because it gives the illusion of her being possessed by him.

“Shhh,” she says,
with a husky feminine voice.

She tells him to
take himself inside her. “Slowly, baby, slowly,’ she says deeply.

His entry to her
womanhood is warm, hot and moist. She is tight, almost like a virgin. He doesn’t
want to enter, but the touch of her hand and the feel of her womanhood on him
slows his reaction to get out. She pushes deeply onto him. He groans loudly as
her walls grip him. She whimpers as he fills her up.

“Now tell me you
can’t do this and I’ll stop and leave.” Her voice is soft and filled with sex
and her eyes with lust.

“What do you
want me to do to you, beautiful?” he asks, unable to stop himself as she
seduces him, softly rubbing his hands through her hair while taking in her
scent and her pulsating heartbeat. He is imprisoned within her walls and he doesn’t
want to be freed.

“I want you to
make sweet unadulterated love to me.”

Their eyes meet
and he kisses her softly as she slowly gyrates beneath him. Her movements are
erotic and he feels himself growing within her. She moans and whispers his name
as he moves in accordance with her rhythm. The music of a blues songstress
sings soulfully as they engage in their sexual dance. He gently rubs her
nipples and softly touches her skin in the most loving way, as his warm lips
rub against hers, slowly biting and licking. She moans desperately as his slow,
passionate and pleasure-filled lips and fingers glaze across her soft skin.

He is gentle and
caring as he follows her lead. For the first time, he realises the meaning of
nice and slow. He feels every muscle within her walls as they captivate him.
Every now and then he growls as she grips him tighter. The trembling of her
thighs is his guide to follow where she needs to be pleasured.

He turns her
around, gently holds her waist and pulls her up and down on his manhood. He
knows that she is intoxicated by his manhood inside her and her moans become
louder and harsher as she fights to keep control of the pending orgasm that
wants to be released. He gently takes her neck and taunts it with kisses.

He becomes possessed
by her moans of pleasure and the way he feels inside her. He only wishes to
satisfy her wants and needs. The pace becomes faster as she takes control and
rides him deliriously. He lies on the bed and watches her body. She bites her
lips with her eyes half-closed while taking him to the brink of sexual ecstasy.
He breathes heavily as his body responds to her movements.

Never has a
woman awakened romance in him.

“Stop, baby,” he
says softly. It takes her a few seconds to stop.

“Lie on the bed.
Close your eyes and tell me how it feels.”

First he wipes
her dry and clean. Then his tongue begins to shyly explore her clitoris. His
wet tongue starts to explore her from inside out. Up he goes inside her as far
as he can reach, while his fingers softly play with her on the outside of her
opening. Sensuously, he continues his assault on her femininity.

In his mind
there is confusion as he is shocked at what he’s doing, but the sounds of
pleasure she makes hypnotises him to continue. Never has Chad Perry orally
satisfied a woman before. Never! The mere thought of him giving oral sex disgusted
him. Furthermore, his skills in bed were so fantastic he had never needed to
give oral sex. But when it comes to Sierra he instinctively does all he can without
shame or disgust. All he cares for is her satisfaction.