Master of Power #1 (6 page)

“I don’t want to come just yet. I want to enjoy it,” I begged breathless.

“Anything you want baby.” And he placed his warm mouth against my tender flesh and slowed his sucking of my clit. It was agonizing and it was wonderful. I raked my hands over and over in his hair as he held my butt.

“You have a nice ass. To be exact it is beyond nice it’s fucking awesome,” he said pausing to look up at me. His hands moved over my behind. “Beautiful smooth soft skin. I want to see it tonight. I need to lick it.”

Lick it? I didn’t know if I was down with that. I never let anyone lick me there. I didn’t know if I would like it, but clearly this must turn Hayden on, and it will probably do the same for me because I was enjoying something I didn’t think I would.

When it comes to sex all you need is the right person, and you never know what you would like until it’s done right, and Hayden was pushing all my right buttons because I was standing there naked and needing more from him.

As he continued to hold my ass, pressing his face into my pubic hair with his mouth covering my clit, and his tongue teasing it over and over, I was ready to burst. My orgasm was right there. All he had to do was blow on my clit and all would come tumbling down.

He looked up at me and said, “I have to have you again. I want this again. I haven’t had this feeling for some time. And I want more of you. I want you to come now because there is more I want to do to you and have you enjoy it.” Who is he kidding? He probably sucks and fucks every night. I know if he were mine, I’d be straddling his handsome face seven days a week.

Opening my legs, I fell into the moment. I was getting my pleasure and he was getting his. I had forgotten all about that power shit when he swished his tongue over my clit and sucked it hard and I screamed, “Hayden. Hayden, Oh God this is good.” I whimpered from the pleasure he was giving me. My body went into spasms. I wanted him now. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him anyway I could get him.

As he sucked the last bit of juice from me, I released his smooth hair and he picked me up into his arms and carried me to a large California king bed in the master bedroom and lay me gently down. I crawled and planted myself holding on to my knees. He raised my dress over my head pulling it off, and looked at me and smiled.

“Those are nice. My twins are nice.” He was claiming parts of me. He dropped my dress on the floor, and placed both hands on my breasts, bringing them to his mouth he sucked one nipple at a time as I watched him. With my free hands, I unbutton his shirt one button at a time. I leaned back as his face leaned in, and his hands controlled my nipple in his mouth. The pleasure exploded in me as he outlined my nipples with his tongue.

As much as I enjoyed him sucking and licking me, I wanted him inside me. There was an ache that Wayne couldn’t satisfy. We were never supposed to be together, but it was out of necessity that we met each other and became lovers. But when he left me, the only loss was that I didn’t have a partner to enjoy sex with.

But I still didn’t have a partner to wake up to, and see the sun rise with him on top of me taking me hard and drowning in my juice. I have a one night stand that I would do anything for, just to see him again, and I was ready to do anything if he asked me this night. 

B
efore Hayden could undress there was a chiming of a phone. “I have to take this,” he said to my surprise. I had lost the moment and was cooling down. I lay there cherishing what had happened before.

Hayden pulled his smartphone out of his pocket and walked to a desk, sat, and answered.

“Yes. What is it?” His voice cool and rushed. He listened and then said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be there in the morning. My jet can get me back to Manhattan in a half an hour. But getting out to your estate can be tricky.” 

What the fuck? He has a jet,
my mind said in disbelief. What does he want with me? Another silly question. You are his one night stand and he has probably a lot of those. So climb into your big girls’ panties and enjoy yourself and let it go at that. Remember sometimes you fuck them and sometimes you get fucked. Well you are getting fucked so enjoy it and stop whining like a little girl. Be a woman.

I took my own advice and seized the moment and forgot about his phone call. He shut the phone off and looked at me with an apologetic smile. He strode over to me sitting back against the headboard in the bed.

“Where was I? Oh yes. I was eating your beautiful pussy. Come here.” He gestured to me with his finger. “Don’t be shy. Beds are so personal. I don’t want anything personal. I want to have you and I want you to have me whatever way you want. You are so sexy and I have to have to give you another orgasm.”

I tilted my head to the side. “What you think I can’t?” he questioned with a smile.

“No. I bet you can, but I’m not sure I have the strength for another one.”

“Trust me, you are stronger than you think you are. And I can give four. If you don’t believe me stay with me all night and I’ll prove it.” I wanted to be in his arms, nudging my face on his hard chest, and he hasn’t even taken his pants off. What is he hiding?

I walked over to him and he pushed me against the wall and when his head went for my nipples I started unbuttoning his pants. His shirt was partially opened and with one hand I maneuvered the unbuttoning of his shirt. His pants was on the floor, down around his ankles. His shirt was a mess but it opened up and I could see that chest I had plans for.

Holy shit he was built. It was hard and firm and he was overrun by soft straight fine chest hair and it turned me on.

Hayden nudged his nose under my hair. “Everything about you smells so good. I have to smell you and I want you to do one thing for me. I want you to fuck my face one more time for me to remember you.”

That sounded like we would never see each other again and we probably wouldn’t. He travels in a private jet, and I travel in coach. It just wasn’t fair. Life wasn’t fair. So to punish him I pushed him down to his knees, opened my legs and I rocked my hips into him fucking his face. Arching forward, leaning my hips on his face. Pushing and he pulling me into him as he held my ass.

“You are so fucking good. I can’t get that smell out of my mind, and he flicked his tongue across my clit and I dropped my head back. “Oh Hayden. What the fuck are you doing to me?”

“We’re doing it to each other baby.” Then he turned me around. I was weak from the second orgasm and he began kissing and nipping my left cheek and then my right.
Holy shit.
I’m braced against the wall, and first he’s making love to my clit, and now my ass. What’s next?

He stood with his pants and Calvin’s down below his ankles and I touched his rock hard penis. All I wanted to do was feel his body next to mine, and I had it now, press to my opening, the head of his penis rimming it, and ready to enter. He opened his hands and in it he place the condom to his mouth and tore open it. I looked down and he was taking too much time opening it, and I started helping him roll it over that marvelous hard long full penis.

“It’s time for you to come again,” he said. “Are you keeping count?”

“What are you trying to do, kill me?”

“What’s better way to die than to be fucked within an inch of your life?” When I thought he would take me to bed he did not. “I want you here against this wall.” What the fuck is his problem. I had never met a man like him. No the men I met wanted to just fuck me and go to sleep and wake and fuck me again with no consideration for my needs. Maybe that’s why I’m having sex with a stranger. I’ve been so needy and sex starved that I let myself be taken by this gorgeous sexy pussy hungry man.

What the hell, what better way to die?

Hayden placed his cock on my opening and because he had got my juices flowing, it would be an easy entrance. I placed my head back, opened my mouth, and breathed out a soft moan when the tip of his penis entered me.

With his hands above me and against the wall, his lips nipping my neck and ear lobe, he gave a push, and he was all in me riding me hard. I felt it inch in and keep going until I could feel it stop at a wall. It was long and hard and my tight muscles in my soft flesh opening gripped it and prevented it from going further. He didn’t stop grinding into me. Pushing into me. Hammering into me. Leaving me breathing hard and breathless the next minute.

A scorching fire rushed through me as he sucked my neck. All I could think about was the bruises I would have to carry around for a week, but it was well worth it, and it was a sign that I had been fucked within the inch of my life and loved every minute of it.

It was heaven with his cock entering me and pulling out and entering me again until my eyes closed and I didn’t know where I was, but I knew I wanted to be here with him fucking, fingering, and sucking me into the next of never.

He pulled out and somehow he had kicked off his loafers and stepped out of his pants and underwear which were on the floor. He lift me into his arms, looked me in the eyes and said, “This is no place to make love to a woman like you. I’m taking you to bed. You need to be comfortable for what I have in store for you tonight.”

Then he lay me on the bed and striped his shirt off and I marveled at his wide shoulders as he lay over me with only the lamp to give a dim light and hide his true intentions. No sooner as he placed me there he was over me resting his glorious body over mine.

“This could take all night,” he said with a relaxed tone, and a penetrating glare as he teased me once more by rimming my opening with his swollen cock, before he plunged into my opening quickly.

It was a good thing I was ready for him because I knew his rhythm. When he knew he was going to come he would stop. I had brought him to climax more than once, but he didn’t want me to know my effect on him.

He had lost his power and he couldn’t control the arousal I had caused in him. I glanced into his eyes as he pushed his steely hard dick into me, and pulled it out, and pushed it in. I met his body with my hips bringing my mound to bear on his groin.

I had my orgasms but it was time for him to climax. With every thrust of his penis his face relaxed and then when I thought I couldn’t have another orgasm, he dropped his hard dick into me again. A sensation hit me and roused me to a peak of desire I had never felt before, and I knew he was the only man for me because I had two orgasms in one.

It was animalistic. Something I had never experienced before. I bite him and dragged my nails down and up his back, let out cries of sheer pleasure, moans and groans, and grabbed him tight around his neck and whispered softly into his ear, “Come for me, Hayden.”

“I am, baby. Can’t you feel me?” I smiled at my accomplishment as his warm milk drained along the side of my legs. Shivers of delight came over me as he held me in his arms. I fell dead to sleep when he fell on his back and I lay on his chest.

When I woke in the morning, I stretched. I could feel the part of my body that Hayden had invaded with his fingers and cock. I could swear he was still in me. His fingers probing my folds and pussy, his cock pushing in deeper.

But he wasn’t there. Not a letter. Not a word. Just me in that large suite and a cold bed. I had nothing there to remind me that I had the best night of my life. Turning over, I looked to the side and there was his book lying on the pillow where he was. I touched it and whispered, “Master of Power.” Did he leave it to show me how I had been taken? Was he laughing at me? I wondered.

I opened his book and it was signed Hayden Powers. I became enraged and threw the book on the floor. He could have said something, I thought. After all we meant to each other. But what did we mean to each other but a fuck with a stranger.

Get it through your head you are not his girlfriend or fiancée. You are just another woman he met out of town and you will never see him again. That was all it was, now get your ass up, and go to your room before they throw you out of this expensive suit for loitering or worse.

Acting on the advice of my conscience, I showered and found my dress and shoes but I couldn’t find my thong. That freak must had kept my thong for his trophy. I bet he has tons of them just hanging around his house.

I was now a woman scorned and I forgot about how wonderful I felt lying on his chest. I wanted more. I wanted to wake up and look into his face and have breakfast with him. I wanted to shower with him and tell him everything about my life and hear about his.

Now I’ve changed from a pleased satisfied sexually sated woman to a bitter scorned bitch.

Leaving his room at eight am, with my high heels in my hand, I didn’t care what the cleaning people thought or anyone else for that matter. I won’t see them again. Those were my thoughts about sleeping with Hayden. Why not, I won’t see him again either. That was before I cared. That was before I wanted to spend my life with him. Climbing into the elevator, with Hayden’s autograph book in one hand, I hit the button for the second floor, and it came to an abrupt stop. I got out and made my way around the corridor and finally I was standing in front of my room.

Hoping Tamika was there, I rang the bell. One time then over and over. I took the book and banged on the door.

Then I heard her scream, “Wait one fucking minute. Don’t you see the sign on the door? Or can you read. Obviously you can’t speak English.” And she opened the door with a frown on her face, her weave all over her head, and she was wearing a white bathrobe and slippers with the hotel’s initials in blue and gold on the pocket.

“Yes, I can speak English, and why are you dressed in the hotel’s robe? don’t you know they don’t clean those things?”

She stood at the door with her mouth opened and a raised eyebrow as I marched in. “You look like hell,” I said to her.

“So do you,” she shot back.

“W
here the fuck have you been?” Tamika says her voice high her tone angry. “We have to be out of here before noon. Our flight is at two.” She’s standing in my way. I push past her and enter the room.

“I know. I know. Stop yelling.” I plopped down on my bed. “Who was in my bed?” I push the covers up and lay on the beige comforter. I smell the pillow that doesn’t appear to be used and tuck it behind my head. Tamika is standing between the two queen beds. She’s five feet five with a permanent crease in the middle of her forehead. Something she no doubt got from dealing with men who wouldn’t act right.