King of New York (15 page)

He moves towards
her and grabs her neck. “Are you sure you want to be my submissive, Sierra?
This is the last time I will ask. If you do not do as I ask, you will be
punished. Thoroughly punished. So, are you sure, my love?”

She moans out a
yes as he continues to grip her neck. “Good girl, that’s what I like to hear.”

Chad takes her
bra and panties off her and tells her to wait for a second, before revealing a sexy
red leather dress to her.

“You remember
when I told you a while back, when I went shopping, that I’d bought you
something special, but it would take a while for you to see it? Well here it
is, princess.” He sees the excitement in her face as she watches the dress with
desire in her sultry brown eyes.

“Put it on,
princess.”

“Yes, master”
She puts on the dress and it reddens her skin as she tries to position it perfectly
on her body. She winces as he watches her, feeling quite bemused at her amateurish
ways.

“You will have
to hurry, Sierra, I don’t have all day,” he says icily.

She hisses at
him as he tries to get her to speed up putting on the leather dress. He then
ties her hands together and positions her legs on the bottom posts of the bed,
shackling them with leather-covered chains. Her womanhood is now open to him.
He smiles wickedly and bites his lips. Then he kneels on the bed, his hands
searching all over her body.

“Breathe, baby,
take it slow,” he whispers.

He unzips the
top part of her leather dress, lights the candle, and pours hot wax on her
erect nipples. She screams
and he hears the sweet pain as he watches her body
distort within the leather bondage she is in
. Before she can speak, he slides two
fingers inside her wet walls. He sees that her pain is now turning into
pleasure as she moans sexually, bringing sweet music to his ears.

She asks him to
pour more wax onto her skin, so he clamps her nipples and pours the wax. Her
moans pierce through the walls of his room. Her body is restrained by the
chains and he shoves three fingers inside her and her walls grip him as if he
is an intruder. His manhood expands in his silk boxers as she squeezes his
fingers while they go in and out of her slowly.

“I can’t take
it, baby. Please don’t, please don’t stop,” she begs, as he’s about to pull out
of her.

“You’re such a
bad girl, Sierra. But you will have to behave or I’ll have no other choice but
to punish you. You can’t cum while I finger you or pleasure you with anything
that is not my cock. Okay?”

She whimpers
obediently.

Her body quivers
as he slowly removes his fingers from inside her. He laughs at her anguish,
knowing that he’s driving her crazy with sexual frustration.

“You can’t have
an orgasm unless I tell you to, Sierra. I came out because you were about to
have an orgasm. For that I’ll have to punish you.”

“I’m sorry,
babe. I deserve to be punished. I’ve been a very bad girl.”

“Yes, you have.”
He presses the nipple clamps harder and pours more hot wax onto her skin. Then
he clamps her clitoris and her screams are deafening.

“Does it hurt?
Tell me it hurts but that you still feel the pleasure surpassing the pain. Tell
me what it feels like, baby,” he whispers softly in her ear.

“It hurts, but I
feel the pleasure too,” she moans.

He senses her
womanhood about to give way to an orgasm through her moans.
He quickly
removes the clamps, waits for her desire to simmer and sticks his erect manhood
inside her tightness.

He doesn’t give her time to get used
to him. She screams as he plunges into her tight walls with his huge manhood.
Violently, he enters in and out of her opening.
He
knows he ravages her body with pleasure as she lays with her feet tied to the bed
while he takes her womanhood prisoner to his manhood.
Her body trembles
aggressively with every thrust of him inside her. His hips rock against her
pelvis as he fills her. His movements become more animalistic as he is about to
orgasm. His passion is hot, and suddenly he fills her with his orgasm, biting
hard on her lips while growling like a king of the jungle.

His
body has never felt such pleasure from a woman before; her pain from within as
his manhood suffocates her makes him want her more as he hears her scream,
begging him to stop but knowing that she wants him to fill her with every inch
of him. The little tears from her eyes as her body takes in his violent stride
makes him see her youth in a different light. An inexperienced lover that is
willing to take his pain, not because she is kinky but because he knows that
she loves him and she wants to experience all he has to offer, especially the
pain of his love.

She
has become a fiend for him, and he knows it. He smiles to himself, happy that
she is his and nobody else’s.

****

After their crazy
session of passion, he finally asks her an important question. Since they had left
the hospital, Chad had not been able to ask her what had happened. Finally, he
asks: “Who took you and what did they do to you, my love?”

“I wasn’t
able to see their faces, babe. Nor could I remember where they took me. All I
remember is them telling me to stay away from you. I also remember that when I
paid the money into their account I was quickly pushed out of the vehicle and I
banged my head on the pavement. Then I found myself in the hospital. That was
when you came, my knight in shining armour, to rescue me. I love you, babe!”

Chad
is horrified to know that she had to pay for her freedom.

“Those
bastards. How dare they make you pay? It’s my fault. I pretended I didn’t love
you so they would set you free and not hurt you. I didn’t know they would still
make you pay. Give me your account details. I need to pay you back. From now on
it is my duty as your man to take care of you in every way possible. From now
on money will never be an issue for you, my love.”

Sierra
tells him not to worry.

“I
want to, darling. It’s the least I can do after putting you through such a
horrid ordeal.”

He
asks her to show him her account so he can see who she sent the money to. The
account details look familiar but he hides his acknowledgement, hoping that he
could be wrong about who her kidnapper was.

He
quickly wires the sum of two million dollars to her account, three times as
much as she had paid.
He decides to add another million for her troubles and
for her to go shopping and splurge on whatever she wants. She insists on sending
the money back to his account but he refuses.

“Let me take care of you, Sierra. I know you put on this bravado
about being independent and wanting your own money. But I want to be your protector
and provider from now on, baby.”

Sierra looks at him sheepishly. She’d told him that she had travelled
across the Atlantic in order to evade the help of a man, even in its most
loving form, which was her father. He acknowledges her will, but providing for
her financially brings a distinct happiness to his heart. She makes him feel
lost in translation, but he loves that about her, the fact that she can make
him willing to do all that he never envisioned himself doing for a woman.

His stare is icy but loving at the same time. Fire and ice brews
within his soul as he looks at her intently. 

“I love you like no other, my queen. If I am king then you are
truly my queen, the jewel of my crown and the captive of my heart. As queen, it
is the duty of the king to provide for her highness. I have billions to spend
but no one to spend it on. Please allow me to spend it on you.”

Chad looks at her with pure love in his eyes. The fire and ice of
his passion is apparent as he softly touches her skin.

“Please let me spoil you, Sierra. Let me be the one that brings
all the world can buy to your feet. I know money cannot buy love. But in my
world, money buys all, yet you chose to love me for free. Let me repay you with
all that makes me the king of this city. I will create a pool of money so that
you can swim in all the wealth you desire. I have never spoilt nor wished to
spoil a woman before. But I want you to experience everything that belongs to
me, and money is what I have in abundance. Say yes, Sierra. Please, say yes. I
promise not to control nor dictate your life. All I want to do is spoil you.”

Sierra smiles shyly, clearly amazed at the rare specimen of man
before her.

“Yes, I want you to take care of me, baby. But it will all be on
my own terms.”

“As you wish, my queen. Follow me, baby!”

They head out of his apartment and down to the street.
Underneath
a massive
black bow is a stunning vehicle worth a few
hundred thousand dollars with Sierra’s name as the number plate. Smoothly, Chad
gives her the keys. However there is another key that is clearly not meant to
open a car. 

“What is this key meant for?”

He smiles with glee before answering.

“That key is for your new ten million dollar state-of-the-art
two-bedroom penthouse apartment. I want you to be somewhere safer so that those
that despise me will not know of your new home. But, most importantly, it is
all yours as it is not in my name but yours. I do not wish to control you; all
I want is to provide for you.”

She hugs him and whispers softly in his ears, “I love you Chad
Perry. I love you beyond words, baby.”

“I love you too, Sierra, Now drive us to your new home, my lady.”

****

They arrive at her new place in
midtown Manhattan, near Madison Square Gardens. The apartment building is exquisite.
Number 137, that is her door number, plated in gold. Chad watches her
expression as she unlocks the key to her new home and is welcomed by 360-degree
panoramic views of the beautiful New York City. She gasps, taking in the
wonders that the commanding heights of her home provides. Luxury is apparent in
every corner of the penthouse. Chad made sure he bought her pure opulence. She
kisses him lovingly and tells him of her gratitude.

Poverty
is a far cry away but he remembers when he was poor and could not even imagine
how a penthouse looked. Yet here he is, giving a ten million dollar penthouse
to someone for free. He shakes his head and laughs at how far he has come in
life.

Chad goes to the
fridge and pours two glasses of vintage white wine
. There is a pack of cards on the table. He winks at
her and tells her to play a game of poker with him.

“So
you’re a gambler?” she asks.

“No,
I’m not a gambler. I’m far too intellectual for such decadence. However, I make
it my goal to learn all the things that can bring money into my life, in case I
ever need to know what they are.”

The
cards are laid; hearts are beating compulsively. He tries to read her mind but
her poker face is brilliant. Not even the tiny hairs on her skin move; her
expression is motionless and he admires her seriousness. He knows that she doesn’t
give him eye contact for fear of him noticing her uncertainty about her cards.
Her bluff is stunning and he breaks a little sweat as her brown eyes darken,
finally looking into his blue eyes. The intensity is insane.

He
finds her more attractive knowing that she has a darker streak, such as playing
poker like a professional. Her sex appeal while playing a man’s game drives him
wild inside. He wrestles playfully with the chips in an effort to distract her.
She doesn’t budge; instead, she asks if he’s afraid he will lose.

“Do I
sense the apprehension of someone about to lose or the cowardice of a man
plotting to distract his woman?” Sierra winks, and he laughs at her mimicry of him.

“Does
a warrior fear when a lioness roars behind him? No! Why, you may ask? Because a
warrior is born without fear and a woman will be the last thing he fears. So,
my beautiful princess, a warrior like me cannot be fearful of a weaker
opponent. Just sit and look beautiful for me, baby.”

Chad knows that
his words are extremely offensive, but that is his aim: to put her off her game
by saying things he knows will get to her. The tension mounts as the game
suddenly gets serious. He can see that his words anger her and he applauds
himself for finally getting a reaction.

“Play
your fucking cards then, warrior man.”

Her sarcasm
brings humour to his ears. The roles reverse as she seems uneasy and he gains
control of the game. They’re in the last round. Sierra finally breaks a sweat
and Chad sees the perspiration form across her forehead. He knows that she will
try to anticipate his hand in her mind; he abruptly interrupts her thoughts and
lays his cards on the table.

The sequence is
unbelievable. With each card revealed, he can see the expression on her face drop
as he smirks at her. Chad has a straight flush of jack, ten, nine, eight and a
seven of hearts.

He puts his
hands behind his head and waits for her to acknowledge defeat by revealing her
hand.