King of New York (3 page)

He notices the
stranger’s bloodshot eyes staring directly at him. Chad’s heart beats with rage
as the stranger looks away and then leaves the restaurant without ordering
anything. All he leaves behind are a few hundred-dollar bills as a tip that no
one worked for.

Chad is a target
and he knows it, there was something that resembled pure evil in the eyes of
the stranger. He is unable to decipher who the stranger was, so he leaves a hundred-dollar
bill for the bottle of water and swiftly exits the restaurant.

He gets into his
car and tells his driver to take him home. On his way he calls a female friend
to meet him at his penthouse apartment.

While being
driven in his chauffeured Bentley, the handsome billionaire decides to make his
way to one of his residences based in the opulent Fifth Avenue area of
Manhattan in the oh-so-wonderful city of New York. Having a magnificent
penthouse suite nestled right at the highest point of the building is just one
of the perks of being Chad Perry. He is just a stone’s throw away from some of
the most expensive shopping streets in the world, such as 49th and 57th streets,
where all the world’s designers gather as if they have a party each day. Some
of the world’s most coveted real estate is based in Fifth Avenue and Chad made
sure he purchased a place for himself in such an affluent part of the city.
Chad had invested in real estate with his first million, which is where some of
his fortune comes from.

His neighbours
are billionaires, aristocrats, royals and others like him that came from the
gutters, such as a certain computer genius who made billions from setting up a
social media network and is now part of New York’s elite. Poverty is a far cry away
for Chad, but he still never forgets where he came from.

As he enters his
penthouse he can clearly smell that it reeks of wealth and a great sense of
style. He can see Central Park from his panoramic windows. The view from his
home is breathtaking. A golden chandelier hangs from the ceiling and crystals
cascade from it. The rooms have lavish flat screen televisions stationed on the
walls, as it was something he always wanted as a young teen, and now that he
could afford it he overindulged his fetish.

Just like any
billionaire, his bedroom is fit for a king. Silk sheets cover his luxurious bed,
which is made of expensive Italian leather. Surrounded by mirrors, the room
spies on him with every move he makes.

Mr Perry is a
man of the arts and he plays the piano exceptionally well. He sometimes even
fancies himself as a modern-day Beethoven, with his black grand piano centred
in the living area of his penthouse. He also likes artists that evoke emotion
within their paintings like Claude Monet, Edvard Munch, and Michelangelo, who
not only was an artist but was also a poet. Chad also loves the effects
profoundly written words have on his psyche and likes going to the theatre to
watch plays such as those by Shakespeare. Although he loves what women mean to
him – sex – his other love is the effect art has on him without touching or
speaking directly with him.

As he looks at
the exquisite paintings on his wall, his lady friend enters the room wearing a
sheer lace dress that exposes her underwear.

He doesn’t speak
as he slowly approaches her, tearing the packaging of a condom with his teeth.

He enters her. Every
muscle in her body appears to pulsate, and the ferocity of a thousand volts seems
to encapsulate her body. Chad Perry knows that if he were a jail, she would want
to be in lifetime confinement, as she stares at him with pure desire in her
hazel eyes. Passion flows in their bloodstreams, their intoxicated bodies dance
with lust, pain and pleasure.

“Do I make you
feel good?”

“Yes, Chad,” she
moans softly.

“How good? Tell
me.” His voice is deep and slow.

“So good, that I
just came.”

“Good girl,” he
whispers.

“Please give me
more,” she begs.

The room is warm
and humid, with slow, sexy music flowing through the airwaves as if it were
about to break through the speakers. He touches her and then kisses and teases
her body, but never gives in to her pleas to satisfy her fully.

He knows that
his wicked game entices her, with every touch of his hand or his warm breath on
her skin.

“Does this feel
good?” he asks as he bites her lips.

“Yes, baby.”

If there was one
thing Chad Perry should have had a separate doctorate in, it should have been
for having complete and utter knowledge of what it takes when satisfying the
female body. Chad could make a woman wet with just a stare from his ice-cold blue
eyes or a smile from his full lips.

Although he is
suited and booted during the day, he is a bad boy in the sheets who does not
care for following rules. Instead, he breaks all the rules of taking it slowly
and softly. Being a man of physical power, he uses it well in making the female
body surrender when he is up-close and personal.

“Don’t move.
I’ll be back!”

Chad decides to
go and take a quick shower from all the sweat and stickiness of the foreplay.
He needs to cool his body for the next session with the sexy lady in his silk
sheets.

On his bed lies a
twentysomething female with legs that go on for days, clad in nothing but
lovely tanned skin and sexy satin lingerie. She is lying on silk sheets waiting
for her lover to enter the bedroom.

He jumps out of the
shower after soaking his tired muscles so they can be revived for the workout
he’s about to undertake. His tall and manly frame enters the bedroom in all its
naked glory, and he stares at the prey before him; he is definitely the hunter
tonight.

“Did you miss
me?” he whispers.

“You know I did,
bad boy,” she teases, with a soft, sexy voice.

He stares at her
with eyes of steel. Eyes so blue they pierce into her body causing her juices
to flood out. Seemingly unable to wait for him to touch her, she starts off the
second part of the night by herself with his watchful eyes glued on her. She
caresses her body erotically, staring at him with sultry hazel eyes, half-closed
as if she is intoxicated by the sight of him.

She softly
touches her breasts and Chad’s manhood enlarges. He allows the lust in his cold
blue eyes to be revealed to her. He knows she wants to tease him and make him
beg for it. Slowly she slides her fingers down to her thighs. Chad can feel his
heartbeat in his manhood, so he lets out a strained laugh of frustration knowing
that she’s gaining immense pleasure from his pain. His eyes plead with her to
stop and ask him to do the job for her, but he sees that she will not easily
oblige. “Don’t do this to me,” he says slowly.

“Don’t you like
when I touch myself?” she says, with sex in her voice.

He is overtly
turned on.

Sweat trickles
down his face as she causes him to ignite with lust. Why is this woman
punishing me, he thinks to himself. He wants to touch himself, but he refrains
and continues to allow his manhood to take the sweet agony.

He laughs
heartily as she winks at him seductively while biting her lips.

“Stop!” he
bellows. “I can’t let you do such a hard chore by yourself any longer. I
believe it’s my duty as a man to help a damsel in sexual distress.”

His eyes twinkle
with naughtiness as he calmly descends towards her slim hourglass figure.

Bending down by
the edge of the bed he takes her fingers in his mouth, kissing and licking as
he stares into her lust-filled eyes. He makes his way down and begins to kiss
her stomach. The moistness between her thighs is now getting wetter and he
cannot resist dipping his finger into her honey pot. She lets out a scream of
pleasure as he places two fingers inside her. Twisting and turning, he goes
deeper and harder before he stops to look at her expressions from his fingers
pleasuring her womanhood. Her face is twisted in a mix of passion and pain.

He gets up and lies
on top of her, kissing her lips while muffling her moans of pleasure. Her scent
is a mix of sex and perfume and he loves the smell as it dances with his
senses. He kisses her neck and leaves a red mark as he bites the fragile flesh while
grabbing her breasts as if they are prisoners in his hands. Her moans bring a
desperate plea of surrender to his ears as he licks and frolics with her
breasts. They switch positions and she goes on top of him, telling him to relax
and enjoy the show.

“Let me drive
you wild, baby,” she moans.

With eyes fuming
with passion, she asks him to tie her up.

Smiling wickedly,
he pulls her hair and pushes her lips to his. Refraining from kissing her, he
moves his mouth next to her ears and says: “Tie you up, huh? Do you want the
ropes tight?”

“I want to be
your prisoner of love tonight. The tighter the better, darling.”

Her voice is an
explosion of sexiness. Haunted by her words of submission, he leaves her lying
on the bed craving him as he disappears out of the room.

The soothing
sounds of a Dutch composer envelope the room as he departs from his conquest in
search of what he knows will send her to erotic bliss.

When he enters
the room again, the elusive bad boy is smiling mischievously to himself.

“Happy to see
me?” he asks seductively.

He pulls up the
luxury leather chair and sits by the door. He lights a Cuban cigar and inhales
and exhales slowly, spellbinding the lady on his bed. His arrogance turns her
on as he sits, nonchalantly, smoking his cigar.

“Take off all
your lingerie. I want to see it all.”

The commanding
yet deep and subtle tone of his voice hypnotises her, and she immediately
removes her lingerie.

“Get off the bed
and turn around.”

Subservient to
his words, she obeys as he commands with passion and lust in his voice. Her
body is a sexual work of art in his eyes as he explores every inch of her.

“Come here baby,
come to papi, you sexy señorita.”

Possessed and
hypnotised by his deep and sexy voice, she slowly walks towards him. He gets up
to meet her. Taking a last puff of the cigar, he blows the smoke inside her
mouth. They engage once more in a passionate kiss as he takes her hands and intricately
ties them behind her back while she stands naked in front of him. Smiling with
eyes intoxicated with passion, he pushes her legs apart. “Open up, baby.”

Allowing her to
sit on the chair, he straps her ankles to it. She winces from the tightness of
the straps, so he kisses her lips and then stands straight and removes his robe.
Revealing the physique that all the women in New York wish would belong to their
own men, she bites her lips. His six-pack and toned legs arouse her femininity
with wetness and her eyes appear love-drunk from the sight of him. He stands in
his naked perfection and she sees his manhood erect with all its veins popping.
He smiles slyly as he notices her admiration for his body.

 “You like?”

“Oh yes. I love
it,” she whispers softly.

He puts his
index finger to her lips and she takes it into her mouth, licking and sucking
it like a piece of ice.

“Umm yeah,” he
groans

Roughly grabbing
her hair, he bites her nipples and she screams out in pleasure-filled pain. Her
hazel eyes ignite as she moves her body erotically in the chair. Attracted to
her body movement, he punishes her with his fingers once again. She fights to
control her body while tied tightly to the chair.

“There is no way
of escape, baby. You’re all tied up so just enjoy the show.” He smiles
wickedly.

Putting on
another condom, Chad goes inside her with his manhood. He teases her as he goes
further and deeper, causing her to beg for more.

“This feels so
good, Chad.”

“Pain is
pleasure,” he tells her, as his blues eyes darken with lust. His groans of
pleasure seemingly entice her to forget her pain from the ropes and take him
further in. His blood boils from the tremors of her womanhood on his penis as
he bites hard on her bottom lip.

He withdraws and
stands back and looks at the vixen in his room. Torn between her body and the
wicked games he wants to play, he lights up his cigar again. The smoke leaves
his lips and disperses into the air as he contemplates what to do next with
her. “What to do now,” he says as he exhales.

She seems to be longing
for him to take her once again, and asks him: “Are you going to untie me now?”

“No. I want to
fuck you all tied up tonight, baby.”

His stare is
filled with a sexy danger as he looks at her with smoke-covered eyes. He sees
her wetness on the chair and smiles softly as she begs him to satisfy her.

“Please, Chad.”

He walks towards
her. Kissing her hand, he gazes at the treasure between her legs and winks at
her seductively before sitting back and staring into space.

She begs him to
take her. “Please,” she moans softly as her body moves sexily in the chair. He
goes towards her and she takes him in her mouth. “I wish I could be your lady,
Chad,” she says softly as she plays with his manhood in her mouth.