King of New York (18 page)

Room service had
already come in and prepared their dinner before they arrived and had left them
a complimentary bottle of champagne. They’d left Chad a plate of sirloin steak
and lobster for Sierra. As they’re both famished, they greedily tuck in to
their food and drink their bottle of bubbly. They finish their food and rest
for a while in each other’s arms. Sierra kisses his lips, gets up, and then tells
him that she has a surprise for him. She leaves him on the bed and goes to the
bathroom.

He smiles
quietly to himself as he thinks of what her surprise might be. A few minutes
later she enters the room dressed in sexy black lace lingerie. He bites his lip
and breathes slowly as he takes in the sexiness of her semi-naked body. He
laughs quietly as he runs his hands through his hair. There is a seductive
smile on her face and she winks at him sexily.

“You like?” she
whispers as she crawls onto the bed and sits on top of his erect manhood. “Oh,
someone is aroused, aren’t they,” she teases.

He smiles at her
games, grabs her waist and presses her hard onto his manhood. She moans softly.
“Who’s aroused now,” he teases, as his enticing blue eyes stare deep into her
sultry brown eyes.

She gets off the
bed and stands in the light. He inhales slowly as the light captures her erotic
movements. He gets off the bed and walks towards her. His fingers breeze
through her hair as soft whimpers escape her lips. He painstakingly runs his
fingers up her spine, as multiple moans leave her lips. He kisses her roughly
and stifles her sounds of pleasure.

He steps back
and watches her with a love-drunk look in his eyes. She slowly bites her lips.

“Come back,
baby, please touch me,” she pleads.

“I don’t want to
touch you tonight, baby. Control your desire for me,” he whispers softly.

She is clearly
disappointed and whimpers from his rejection. It takes all of his self-control
to not fuck her and make her scream his name as he looks at her semi-naked
body. His heart beats violently as he tries to control the desire of his
manhood. His eyes burn with need, but he knows he has to learn how to control
his longing for her. He cannot allow a woman to control his feelings,
regardless of what he feels for her. He needs to prove to himself that he is
able to resist her if the time ever comes, and he starts practising now. He
laughs with frustration at himself, as her body moves sexily in the light.

She walks up to
him. “Well I tried, Mr Perry,” she softly whispers as she places a soft wet
kiss on his ear. He groans softly as she slowly works kisses down his neck. He
grabs her neck and bites hard on his lips. He is filled with sexual rage and he
knows that he needs to be inside her. She stares at him with anticipation.
“Give in to your desires, baby,” she moans softly. His grip gets tighter and he
bites her lips roughly.

“I have to go to
sleep, Miss Malcolm.” He winks sexily at her. As he turns away from her, he
smiles wickedly to himself, happy to know that he can tame and even conquer his
desire for her if need be. She follows him to the bed and tells him she doesn’t
want to sleep.

“Fine, let’s
talk,” he says calmly.

He tests her
knowledge on all things intellectual. The bringing together of their two great
minds is a phenomenal feeling for him. He tests her knowledge on subjects such
as the arts, philosophy, sciences and mathematics. Chad’s knowledge is well
endowed in all subjects. He clearly wows her with his deep understanding of all
things academic in their most strenuous and complex forms.

“Wow, you should
be a distinguished professor in all the fields you speak of, babe. I never knew
your knowledge was so vast.”

He smiles. “You
know, while growing up, I always wanted to know more than what was available to
me. I would go to the library and start reading these massive encyclopaedias
and anthologies. All the adults would look at me as if I were a strange young
kid. I mean most of the books I read were almost bigger than I was,” he laughs.
“But, knowledge was what helped me to escape the turmoil at home, and knowledge
is what has put me where I am today. It has made me into a force to be reckoned
with among America’s elite, and I owe all of that to my knowledge of almost
everything.”

“Can I tell you
what I find most sexy in a man, Mr Perry?”

“Please do, Miss
Malcolm.”

“The thing I
find most sexy in a man is his intellect, a man that can evoke lust and desire
for knowledge in my mind, makes me want to know what he speaks of and intrigues
me with things that require deeper thinking. And that man is you, my love,” she
whispers, as she softly kisses his lips.

 “I am glad to
know it, Miss Malcolm, because if there is one thing I detest it would have to
be a woman without any intellect. You can be the most beautiful female on
planet Earth, but if your mind is not filled with depth and intellect I will
not be interested. Mere men can date a woman solely for her physicality, but as
a well-educated billionaire, I demand a woman that can at least understand
certain criteria of academia, not all, but some. And you, my love, exceed my
request,” he says.

“Thank you,” she
smiles happily.

“The body fades,
but the mind will always remain, even in death. That is why we still pay homage
to great thinkers that lived and died way before we were ever conceived,” he
states.

Their
conversation is like an aphrodisiac to him as she reveals the extent of her
intelligence to him; something he never expected. She arouses his mind, and he
feels no urge to remove her clothes as she pleasures him with her intellect.
She intrigues and excites his soul as she shows deep interest, and at times
profound understanding, in the words that he speaks.

Although Chad is
not British, he speaks profoundly of the Romantic poets Wordsworth and
Coleridge’s jointly published
Lyrical Ballads
, as if he himself had
written it with the two of them in the late 1700s.

As the
conversation comes to a close, she falls asleep peacefully on his chest. He
gently kisses her forehead and joins her in sweet slumber.

****

It is the middle of the night and
Chad cannot sleep. He twists and turns in the bed, hot and humid, his body
covered with sweat. His manhood is hard with desire because Sierra had occupied
his dreams. Feeling bemused at his erection, he quietly laughs at himself.
“Well you did say you didn’t want to touch her,” he quietly says to himself.

He gently lays
her head on the pillow and gets out the bed. He makes his way to the bathroom, gets
into the shower and lets the water run cold on his warm skin. The droplets of
water soothe his throbbing penis, calming it and putting it to sleep. He groans
as the cold water caresses his finely sculpted physique.

The water runs
from his chiselled face down to his washboard stomach, toned legs and feet. He
takes the shower gel and forms lather, slowly rubbing his hands through his
hair and then on his body as the water washes the soap away. He thinks about
Sierra, the beautiful work of art. In his mind he feels as if Leonardo Da Vinci
would have painted her instead of the Mona Lisa had she been alive at the time
of his masterpiece.

Even the most
beautiful Nubian Queen Nefertiti would have applauded the beauty of Sierra, he
thinks to himself.

 Is Chad Perry
truly and utterly in love? No it can’t be! He tries to force himself to
believe; a man like him does not fall in love. He tries to convince himself as
he nearly loses his balance in the shower.

“Fuck,” he
shouts, as his emotions become conflicted. He gets out of the shower, towels
his skin and then goes and lies next to her. He tries to sleep but is unable
to.

****

The following day they decide to
go to the beach. They explore the surrounding area near their hotel, taking in
nature before they get to the beach. The sea water is pristine in the clear
blue colour that matches Chad’s eyes. The water reflects in his eyes as he sits
on the sand with Sierra.

“Let’s go for a
swim,” he says, as he grabs her hand and then runs into the ocean. He submerges
himself in the water, feeling as if he is being cleansed of the man he
previously was. He stays in the water for quite a while, letting it overpower
and almost heal him as he lets go of all of his inhabitations. Unable to hold
his breath any longer, he emerges from the sea and slowly runs his hands
through his hair.

“Someone looks
sexy,” Sierra whispers.

“I know,” he
winks, as he playfully splashes some water in her face. They finish at the
beach and head back to the hotel. They take a relaxing bath together before
getting ready for dinner.

Chad is wearing
a white denim button-down shirt with dark blue jeans and blue suede shoes.
Sierra seems surprised at his casual but expensive attire.

“I never knew you
wore denim outside the house,” she teases.

“I thought I’d
let go of my suits for tonight and show you the younger side of me,” he laughs.
“I am twenty-two for the night, the same age as you.” He winks with a
mischievous smile on his face. Sierra is also in denim. She has skinny white
jeans on with a white shirt and leopard-print shoes and a clutch bag.

They head to the
restaurant, and then after their dinner they watch a live show filled with
acrobatics and fire breathing. After the show he takes her hand and they head
back to their hotel room.

As they enter,
he tells her to take off her clothes but leave on her lingerie. He puts a
finger inside her wet panty and into her sea of wetness. She moans softly.

“Slowly, baby,
let me put it in slowly,” he says, as she whimpers from the pleasure of his
finger. “You like that, Sierra?” Her eyes are sultry and she breathes softly before
answering.

“Yes baby, I
like it,” she whispers.

“Good girl,” he
says, softly kissing her lips.

“You got me so
wet right now.”

“I know. You got
me hard, baby. Touch me,” he whispers.

She puts her
hands in his boxers and softly starts to play with him in her hands. He groans
from pleasure as he bites her lips. She moans softly as he kisses her. The
movements her hand makes on his manhood become faster and rougher. He grits his
teeth together as she makes him feel the pleasurable pain of her touch.

“You like it
rough, huh, bad boy?”

He smiles
seductively. “Oh, you bet I do, baby,” he replies. He puts a finger inside her
wetness once more and puts it to his mouth. “Umm, you taste so good, baby,” he
whispers, as he exhales softly.

She licks his
lips gently, before sticking her tongue in his mouth and playing with his
tongue. They moan and groan as the kiss becomes too erotic for them to handle.
He gently pushes her off him.

“Damn, baby, why
do you do this to me? You got me so fucking hard right now.” His voice is deep
and sexy. His eyes glisten with lust for her body as he takes in every inch of
her slim curves.

“You’re too sexy,
baby,” she whispers, as she pulls him closer to her and passionately kisses
him.

His heartbeat
gets faster and he stops her.

“I don’t want
you to say a word, nor a sound. Let me do all the talking for you with my
mouth, my hands and my cock. Is that not what you want?” he says in the sexiest
voice he can summon. He knows that his voice is turning her on as she moans
softly.

“That’s it,
baby, let me know how much you want me,” he whispers slowly in her ear.

“Oh, I want you
real bad tonight, baby.”

That’s what I
like to hear, princess.”

“How do you want
me tonight?”

“I want you in
all the ways that you’ve said, babe.”

“Tell me how
much you want me right now in this room. Tell me how hard you want me to put my
cock inside your wetness.” His voice is sexy and sensuous.

“I want you
badly, I want you hard and stiff inside me. I need you.” Her voice is sexy and
warm. He holds her gently and she tries to playfully wriggle out of his grip
but his hold is too strong.

“Give in to me,
baby. Don’t fight your need for me,” he whispers. She surrenders to his hold
and turns around, pushing her butt onto his manhood causing him to groan with
desire.

“Oh, I want you
so badly right now, baby. You look so sexy,” he says in a deep and arousing
voice. He growls in her ear, and she moans back at him. Her moans turn him on
and he brushes his face with her hair. He takes her hands and holds them
together behind her back.

“You want me to
give it to you from the back, baby?” he says gently.

“Yes,” she
replies.

He admires the
shape she has formed while pressing her butt on his manhood. He refuses to
remove her panties; instead, he just pulls them down below her butt. He gently
rubs his hand across her butt as she moans softly.

“Don’t make a
sound, baby. Take in the feel of my hand.”