Master of Power #1 (5 page)

Nervously, I placed a call to the room hoping Tamika would answer. Now I needed her advice. Or maybe I should go to the restroom and call her, but I know what Tamika would say—“is he good looking?” I would say yes. And she would say—“there’s nothing wrong with having a good-looking man’s face between your legs. I would give anything to wake up in the morning and have his tongue on my clit, his dick in my opening, and getting an orgasm as the sun is rising.”

That was her dream. Some people want to see the sun rise in the desert over the Grand Canyon, but Tamika wants to see the sun rise while she’s fucking a good-looking man’s face. Some people dream, small some dream big.

My dream was too big for me. My dream was to be Hayden Power’s woman. You’ll never know what tomorrow will bring.

“T
hat lovely black girl, what’s her name, yes, Tamika. She has power. We all have power within us, it’s just harnessing it and making it do what we want it to do for us. I have the power to make you come all night.” I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Maybe he has a tiny dick? Maybe he will use a vibrator on me. That will have me coming all night. If that’s the case, what do I need him for? I knew the answer but was afraid to admit it to myself, but I did.

I wanted to feel his handsome strong body next to mine, and look up into his good-looking face, look into those blue erotic anxious eyes filled with lust for me. At this point, who cares if his dick is small, he’s a giant in so many other ways.

“That’s Tamika. She does have power alright,” I said sarcastically. I tried calling her over and over and she didn’t answer. She had power. She was probably bent over the bed biting the pillow. She had power over that pillow she was sinking her teeth into, as Juan or Jesus was ramming his powerful dick into her.

“As much as I’d like to take you up on your offer, an erotic, and I’m sure could be a pleasurable offer. I should go to my room. We’re leaving tomorrow.” He didn’t act as if he was surprised or upset that I was leaving the next day. 

“I’ll see you to your room if that’s all right with you,” Hayden said.

“Yes, I should be going.” Hayden raised his hand and the waitress came over. “Put the drinks on my hotel bill.” She handed him the pen and he signed the bill. Standing from the table, he took my hand in his. I stood next to him. He traced a manicured finger along my jaw and passed it quickly over my bottom lip.

“You know you turn me on like no woman I’ve ever met, and I’ve seen and slept with plenty.”

“I hope you had protection.” He smiled at my frankness.

“I assure you there are no problems. Why did you mention protection if you don’t plan on letting me get close to you tonight?”

“Maybe I’m considering it.” I gave him a shaky uncommitted grin. He leaned forward and kissed me. Surprised, my mouth opened like a reflex and he slid his tongue in, and I let out a murmur into his mouth, completely giving away how I felt from that one kiss.

If he had done more than just kiss me, who knows, I might have screamed.
Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard and slow.
Then there wouldn’t be a doubt in his mind who was in control and who had the power over whom.

When he turned, I followed him, with my hand tightly in his. I didn’t realize he was so tall. He stood all of six feet two, but then I’m five six and he was tall by my standards. I watched at his wide broad shoulders and I envisioned him holding me and me raking my nails over his back and through that silky hair of his. 

He had taken my jacket and held it in one hand, and with his other hand, he clutched my hand as he led me through the door, and I grabbed on to his for dear life because I had on my high heel black Manolo Blahnik’s which complimented my little black dress, but did little to balance a drunk woman.

I tried not to give away my lack of poise walking in shoes that high by falling on my ass on the marble floor. What was I doing with them on anyway? But I did catch his eyes wearing them. I saw his eyes waver between the shoes and my legs. Maybe he wants me to walk on his back with them, or maybe he likes to suck women’s feet. I hear white men are freaky that way. But then I heard a friend of mine say the same thing about her black boyfriend.

My mother said learn how to walk in high heels and men will come running to you.

She didn’t tell me that they would come running to pick me up off the floor. But I didn’t want Hayden to help me up from the floor. I wanted him to pick me up from his bed, lay me in a bathtub, and for him to climb in back of me and place his warm wet naked cock on my butt. 

We walked slowly to the elevator passing people who looked at him holding my hand. They recognized him and gave out a wide approving smile. He smiled back, nodded his head, and placed his arms around my waist.

“Did you see how those men looked at us? They wished they were me.” I wanted to know what they were really thinking. I glanced up at him and smiled.

Somehow I felt like he was mine and I was his. But that is what he does, make women feel like they are the only one. That’s his power. Making a woman feel as if they are in charge when in reality, he owns them and he owns the night.

We stepped in the elevator and we were alone. I stared into the chrome padded elevator and saw a reflection of me with Hayden holding my hands. I liked that, but would I like me in the morning? My curly afro had remained in place and I saw Hayden glancing at me and then taking his fingers and lacing it through my curls and smiling.

I didn’t know what that smile was for, and at the moment I didn’t care. I was on my way to lay in the arms of this handsome hot gorgeous man with possibly a small dick, but if he could satisfy me, then who gives a fuck, I thought.

Hayden leaned into me, “You smell wonderful. I have to taste you.” He held me close and turned to me around giving me a soft kiss once more. He pressed his body close to mine. His hands moved down skimming my body. I snuggled instinctively against him.

The kiss was small but his dick pressing into the fabric of my black dress was hard and powerful. And I may have judged him wrong. He wasn’t substituting oral sex for a small penis because it felt like everything I’ve ever wanted from a man—something hard, something long, and something strong.

His tongue slid over the ridges in my lips and his tongue brushed along my top lip and again he leaned close, and again he skimmed his tongue tempting me, teasing me until I became limp and my knees buckled.

Hayden Powers caught me before I fell. 

He reached and brought me to him, my breasts pushing against his hard chest. I could feel his heart and he could feel my nipples harden. When my body merged closer to his, I felt the strength of his erection once more through my dress. He reached passed me and hit the elevator button and the elevator zoomed up and stopped on the twenty sixth floor.

My head had been in a whirl from mixing of the two drinks, but most of all from the heat from Hayden the Powerful. I lay my head on his shoulder and he led me out of the elevator.

“You can go with me to my room, or I can take you back down to your room, which one will it be?” The door opened.

Gazing at his big blue eyes, I stepped out. “Your room,” I whispered as if I was afraid that I would hear myself. By now I wasn’t drunk, but I wished I had been. Maybe I could have had an excuse for what I knew was going to occur, but I had the power to call it a night and take my happy ass to my room, interfere with Tamika sucking her Latin man off, or go for it.

I went for it!

I thought I had hit the lottery with men when he showed interest in me. It was my one and only chance to fuck a man of his caliber and his good looks and I took it because I didn’t think I would ever see him again.

If I never got the chance again to be with a man that made me feel so good, then at least I could say that in my life, this man of distinction wanted me for one night, and I wanted him. 

In the game of gambling, I pulled a card, and pulled out the ace of hearts. Now it all depended on what cards he was holding. 

It was like Tamika said, sometimes you get fucked, and sometimes you fuck them. Yeah she’s right because tonight one of us will get fucked. When I glanced into Hayden’s secretive eyes, I knew it was me who would get fucked in more ways than one, and to tell you the truth, I didn’t care because life is a gamble.

I was hot and wet and he knew it. He knew the smell of a woman’s lust and it smelled like me. He wanted to taste me where he would have me weak for him and I would be desperate for him, and he would have me right where he wanted me—wanting more, where I would do anything he asked.

Knowing all of this, I anxiously, eagerly, impatiently, followed him to his room.

H
ayden placed the key in the slot and opened the door with one hand while holding me up with the other. I felt good in his strong arms, although, he treated me like a bag of groceries containing a carton of eggs that he didn’t want to fall and break making a mess on the floor, because they were on the supper menu.

He placed one foot in first with the expensive black loafers to catch the door and keep me safely in his arms. After getting me safely in the room, he used his back to close the door.

I was looking for a couch to fall onto, but that would mean me walking straight ahead, but in that large suite it appeared miles away, and Hayden couldn’t wait, so he pressed me against the wall, placing my hands above my head, he pushed his body next to mine.

Looking me in the eyes he said, “I can’t wait. Do you feel me?” I felt him alright. He placed my one hand on his penis, as his mouth found mine. His cock was rock hard but his mouth soft and warm.

Pulling my hand from him, he still had control over it and he placed it over my head. When he pulled his warm mouth from mine he slid his nose to my ear.

“Damn woman but you smell good. I have to have you now.” I was getting wet from the sound of his hoarse silky voice.

“I have to freshen up first,” I said to him because by now my thong was moist. Not that it was the best thing to wear under a dress, but I didn’t want a panty line and most of all, I didn’t think I would be in this position and with the man of my dreams who couldn’t wait to get a piece of me.

“I want you just as you are. I’m too fucking hot to let you leave me now,” he said breathless. Hayden dropped my hands and raised my black dress up pass my waist. He gazed at me with a dark hungry stare.

Then dropping to his knees he reached down and pulled my shoes off and threw them across the room. “Why are you wearing this,” he said practically ripping my pantyhose from my body. I stepped out of the panty hose when they lay at my feet. He picked them up and smelled them and I heard a satisfied moan.

His eyes focused on my thong. He laced his finger under the fragile black lace fabric pulling it to the side, he placed his mouth on my stomach, and I felt the warmth of the flood of air coming from his moans, as his hands moved slowly skimming both thighs, then up and around to my ass.

“I want to lick every part of you,” he said. “Starting with that sweet pussy of yours.” I froze. “Relax. I’m in control now. You just relax and enjoy the ride,” he said his voice low. I threw my head back and did as he demanded. I grabbed a hand full of his dark curls because I wanted some control over the promise of hot dirty mind blowing sex. I needed to know that he knew what he was doing and if he didn’t I would pull him away.

Latching his fingers against the thread that held my thong together, he had no mercy for it. He tore that three piece nothing with his teeth and threw it to the side, and I stood facing him with my unshaved pussy. He glared at it, and I trembled because I thought everything was off. I thought he would never want to wade through that jungle of tight curls on my mound. I was just getting ready to give him an excuse and tell him that I would shave if he had a razor.

I was committed to this and I would do what was necessary to get what I wanted because I wasn’t leaving here without him giving me what he promised, and what I needed. I needed him. I needed to be in his arms with him hammering me with that hard dick, and soothing me with that long tongue.

To my surprise he said, “I love to place my face on soft dark pubic hair.” He raked his fingers through it and opened up my folds while carefully placing his fingers in my opening. I welcomed his probing fingers and I didn’t flinch. He was gentle and distracting as his mouth gently touched and nipped one thigh and then the other. My body automatically reacted.

I could feel the juices fall through me and then on to his fingers. I could feel the tightness of my opening because it had been months since I had sex. I swore that I would never have sex again until I was married because I thought it was a waste of time and energy, to have sex with a man you don’t particular like, and one who doesn’t give you an orgasm.

But this was something different. I was liking this and the man I just met who seduced me within the inch of my life where I was ready to come on his face.

I grabbed a fist full of his hair and before I realized it, I had pulled his mouth to my clit. I committed to having sex with a stranger, and now I stood a willing participant, and there was no turning back. My arousal was at its height, my legs tingled, my clit vibrated in his mouth, and the way he was sucking my clit, he had no interest in letting me pull away.

But how could I move away from him even if that crossed my mind. I was backed up against a wall. A caged animal pawing and pulling not to be let out, but to stay because this man was consuming everything I had, leaving me nothing but a worn needy body.

I looked down at him and the expressing on his face was that of sheer pleasure because he knew he was good at this. As he warned me, he had the power. Yes, he was the master over my cravings, and I craved him—Hayden Powers.

Hayden stopped his fingering of my opening long enough to let his tongue do the work as it coursed through my folds. His mouth took my swollen clit and he sucked me and then I moaned out loud.

“Say it. Say what you want,” he said in a low firm moan.