Power (SEAL'ed Book 4)

by AJ Alexander

  Charlie laughs, “Hey, if you play your cards right, maybe you’ll end up with alcohol poisoning, and a nurse will let you feel her up.”

  I shrug my shoulders, you never know. It could happen.

  We arrive on the first floor and head to Center Bar, an onsite bar. Cowboy and I grab a table while Charlie gets us drinks. The music is pumping, the neon lights give off a rave type feel. People are dry humping on the dance floor and liquor is flowing, this is going to be a good night.

  Charlie comes back with a tray of shots. I’m not going to remember tonight.

  2

  LAYLA

  “Thank you for your time, Ms. Torrez. We’ll be in touch.” Each board member stands, shakes my hand, and then exits the room. I take a deep breath before grabbing my briefcase and storming out.

  “I can call you a cab, Ms. …”

  “No thank you,” I cut off the incompetent receptionist before she can finish her sentence. I try to control my temper as I press the button, willing the elevator to come quickly.

  “No harm done, Layla. Things would have gone much better if your brother would’ve come. You know it’s nothing but a good old boys club around here.”

  “Thanks for the reminder, Timothy.” I sneer at the man next to me. Timothy Adams has been nothing but a thorn in my side since college. He’s been blocking this deal between my company and Hard Rock ever since daddy dearest let him take over for no other reason that I would never give him the time of day.

  He steps closer to me and runs his hand down my arm before gripping my ass. “Now, how about we discuss this little plan of yours in further detail over dinner. I’m sure if I have a better grip on the plan I can convince the rest of the board to choose Tore over the competition.”

  My blood begins to boil in my veins. Yet another man thinks so little of me that I would spread my legs to get ahead in the world. It’s time for this man to learn a lesson, the hard way. Luckily, I hear the elevator arrive, so I have the perfect escape. “Hmm, that does sound like a good idea.”

  I slide my hand down his chest toward his growing cock, he moans with pleasure. Before I strangle his cock in my hand, making sure to dig my nails into the skin and give it a twist for good measure.

  “The size of your lower brain happens to be bigger than the one between your ears.” I release my grasp and head toward the elevator, Timothy lets out a strangled cry as he falls to the floor.

  “Fucking bitch! You’ll never get this contract, mark my words,” he yells as everyone begins to make their way toward us. I give him a devious smile.

  “Timothy, I believe you just sexually harassed me. I was just defending myself. Review your security cameras. Either I get the deal, or I own this casino. Either works for me.”

  The look of horror that crosses his face as the doors close causes me to throw my head back and laugh, there is nothing better than causing a stupid man pain first thing in the morning.

  I try to go back to my room and relax after the encounter with Timothy, but as soon as I hit my door, the image of that Baby Boy fills my mind once again. I immediately head inside and change into workout clothes. A few rounds with the weight bag will do wonders for my temper.

  I punch and kick the weight bag in the hotel gym as my mind wanders back to our encounter in the elevator. I’ve never been affected by a man in such a way before. The small contact we had in the elevator made me want to climb him like a tree and have my wicked way with him, right there in the elevator. There was nothing special about him. Tall, dark, and handsome just the way I like them, but the pleasure in his eyes when I told him to stay was full of nothing but need. That primal need to taste, touch, fuck each other right at that moment was overwhelming, I felt it in my aching core.

  I wanted to follow him back down the elevator and demand he fuck me on the ride back up, but I can’t lose control like that. There was a time when I would let my emotions control my decisions, but not anymore. I have the power, if he wants to be a plaything, that can be arranged. However, I’m not one for chasing.

  “Hey there, sweet thing. You need a partner?” I’m jarred from my thoughts by a man about 6 feet tall, blonde hair, and medium build. I look him up and down before responding, “Do I look like I need help with something?”

  I raise my eyebrow for good measure before turning toward the bag. Apparently, he doesn’t understand when a woman isn’t interested. He steps in between me and the weight bag.

  “No need for the cold shoulder, you look like you were itching for a fight. I could blow off some steam myself.”

  “Do I look like someone that wants to be hit on? Go find someone else to stick your dick in.”

  He takes a step to the side, obviously taken back by my statement. “Alright then …” I can see him out of the corner of my eye waiting for me to say or do something else.

  “You can go now.”

  He immediately turns on his heels and exits the gym.

  Men have two things on their mind; sex, and food. Sometimes the two can be the same thing, I’m neither.

  After a shower and some dinner, I’ve had enough contact with the human population of Las Vegas, and I decide to go for a drive. Cruising down the strip, I slam my foot on the gas pedal as soon as I get to the edge of the city. The wide-open road where I can be free of everything. My thoughts immediately go back to my Baby Boy from earlier today,

  “FUCK!” I shout slamming on the breaks, stopping dead in my tracks. What the hell kind of spell does this man with the soulful brown eyes have me under? Whatever the hell it is, I need to get out from under it immediately. Flipping the car around, I head back toward the strip. There’s a club in the area where I can relieve some stress while I’m here, that’s all this is... stress. Once that’s taken care of, everything can go back to normal. There is no way that one chance encounter could be messing with me head this badly, causing me to lose the control I’ve had for all these years.

  As I approach the strip my cell phone begins ringing on the passenger seat, I reach over to grab it, but when I look up, I see a group of drunken assholes crossing the street. Leave it to me to hit someone when I’m trying to not have more stress in my life. I slam on the breaks stopping just shy of hitting one of them.

  “What the fuck lady! You could at least fucking pay attention!” One of them yells, slapping the hood of my car.

  “If you wish to keep that hand, I suggest you step away from the vehicle,” I snarl in response. I don’t have the patience for drunks today. I pinch the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes.

  “No worries, ma’am. Let’s get going guys.”

  They continue to make their way across the street when I see my Baby Boy bringing up the rear. As if I willed him to do it, he looks at me. Our eyes meet, and an electric charge rips through my entire body. Without a thought, I command, “Get in.” He immediately follows my command, walking toward the passenger side.

  “What the fuck man! What happened to bros before hoes?” Before I can even respond, he grabs his buddy by the collar, lifting him off the ground.

  “Call her a hoe again, and you will be eating out of a straw. Second, none of you honestly wanted me here in the first place, time for me to trade up for better company.”

  Without a word, he drops his friend on the street and continues his trek toward the passenger side.

  “What do I tell Katie?”

  “Nothing, I’ll be there tomorrow. For her, because she wants me to be. I’ll watch you two get married like I promised.” He looks over at me, lust and anger evident in his eyes. “Let’s go.”

  “Get this through your head Baby Boy, you don’t tell me what to do. Now, buckle up.” I notice a shiver of pleasure run through his body at my commands, wetness begins to pool between my legs as I press the gas pedal and we take off down the strip. He may just end up being my favorite plaything yet.

  3

  DANNY

  I don’t know why her commands are such a damn turn on, my dick is hard as a rail
spike, at this point, I will do whatever it takes to get inside her. If she wants to boss me around and call me Baby Boy, I’m good with it. It’ll be worth it when she’s naked and riding me. However, she wants it.

  My eyes don’t leave her profile while she drives. Saliva pooling in my mouth at the thought of tasting her. Her plump red lips smirking as she concentrates on driving this sex on wheels she calls a car. She handles this beast like an extension of her body, with nothing but complete confidence and control.

  Pulling to a stop, she looks at me without saying anything. Opening my door as she moves to open hers, she whips back around pointing a finger at me. “Stay.”

  Stopping my arm mid-motion, I stare at her wanting to argue. Shifting back into the car, I pull the door closed. Half of her mouth lifts in a small smile. “Good boy.”

  A growl fills the car, and it takes a moment for me to realize that the sound came from me. I fucking love her commanding tone, her voice when she tells me ‘good boy’ may be my new favorite sound. I’m so close to cumming in my jeans, the brush of my pants against my dick is almost too much. The need to get off is overwhelming.

  Her door slams closed, allowing me to watch her sashay into the store. I’m not sure if I want to fuck her or have her fuck me into exhaustion. I’ve never been a submissive person, but the thought of submitting to her sends another ripple of pleasure through my body.

  Once she gets inside, I notice we’re at a sex shop called The Black Room. My dick throbs just thinking of the dirty things she may have planned, I’ve never been with a woman like her.

  Fuck. I’m going to burst before she has a chance to touch me.

  She hasn’t been gone long when the door opens, and she walks towards me.

  I could get used to watching her walking toward me.

  Sliding in, she drops a black bag behind my seat and starts the car. The rumble of the engine has my body clenching trying not to cum, moaning deeply.

  She licks her lips, giving my body a once over before fixating on my pulsing cock. She reaches over, gripping my cock in her hand. “Someone is ready for me.” Stroking from base to tip through my jeans, bringing moans of pleasure from my lips as she drives us down the strip toward the Hard Rock Hotel. I begin thrusting my hips upwards, begging for more.

  “Be still,” she commands not once taking her eyes off the road.

  “Bossing me around like a child is not helping my rather large problem.”

  “I would hope not, Baby Boy. You would be of no use to me then.”

  A suggestive smile crosses her lips as she pulls into the Hard Rock and up to the valet stand. Stepping out of the car, she hands the man her keys and walks directly inside. I’m not sure if I should follow or not, but the pull I feel toward her cannot be denied.

  “Come, Baby Boy,” she says, without looking over her shoulder. I immediately get out of the car and follow her like a lost puppy, the only thing missing is my leash. I see nothing but her as we make our way through the hotel to the elevator. Once we reach the elevator, she pushes the button for the penthouse suite.

  “My, aren’t we special?” I whisper in her ear as the doors open.

  “I wouldn’t say special. I know what I want and I always get it.”

  We both step into the elevator, I immediately box her in as the doors close behind me. Running my nose along her neck, she smells like the sweetest ambrosia.

  I can’t wait to get a taste of that pussy. “Am I something you want?”

  “That’s yet to be determined. Back up.”

  Her eyes fill with fire as she stares at me, unblinking. I want to drop to my knees in front of her, but I’m not sure why. As the elevator comes to a stop, she struts out of the small space without sparing me a glance. “Come.” Just the sound of her voice has me moving, trailing behind her.

  I prowl after her silently, like I’ve been trained to do by the military. She doesn’t need to check to see if I’m following, she knows I’m right where she wants me. That I can’t deny her, she’s my everything, and I’ve just met her.

  Sliding her key card into a lock, she steps inside letting the door shut behind her, I barely catch the door before it shuts. I don’t dare enter without permission, every part of my body knows that there will be hell to pay if I do.

  “Oh, such a good Baby Boy,” she purrs as she takes off her heels and has a seat on the bed. I hold the door open and wait for my own personal wet dream to invite me in. With a mischievous smile, she beckons me in with a flick of her wrist, stepping over the threshold I’m immediately blasted with cold air sending a shiver down my spine. “Strip.”

  I walk into the room, standing directly in front of her and pull my shirt over my head, dropping it at my feet. Unbuttoning my pants, she says, “Slowly, I want to enjoy my new toy.” While licking her lips like I’m her next meal.

  I slowly slide my pants down my legs taking my briefs with them, leaving me naked in front of her. Every muscle in my body is tense, waiting for her next command.

  Her eyes caress me, I can almost feel it against my skin.

  “You will do what I tell you, when I tell you. If you can’t follow directions, you will leave. If you ask me any questions, you will leave. The word yellow is for when you need things to slow down, red is for them to stop immediately. These are your safe words. If you use red everything stops, and you leave. Understand?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Mmm such a good boy. Kneel, head down.”

  My cock twitches as I drop to my knees and lower my head. My breathing catching as my craving for her reaches an unbearable level, and I haven’t even touched her.

  The rustle of fabric tests my self-control to keep my head down. I want to see every inch of her delectable skin, examine all her curves with my tongue, and understand how she wants to be touched. Instead, I wait for my next command, my cock twitches in anticipation.

  As I’m staring at the plush carpet beneath my knees, perfectly painted red toenails appear before me.

  “Make me cum with your mouth. Do you think you can manage?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  I follow her with my eyes until she leans against a dresser.

  “Crawl.”

  Shifting to my hands and knees, I paused trying to decide if I am allowed to look up or not. She didn’t specifically say, and the thought of displeasing her hurts me to the core.

  I see her toes come back into my line of vision and she grips my hair, pulling me up to look into her eyes, bright color flashes across my vision. “What’s the problem?”

  “I don’t know if I can lift my head or not.”

  She moans in pleasure as she licks the side of my face, before biting down hard on my ear. I hiss in pleasure. “You are going to be my new favorite toy. Just this once, you may look at me.”

  Slowly lifting my eyes, I take in the sight of her smooth legs, my mouth waters at the thought of getting to taste her. Without realizing I was moving, I’m kneeling between her legs. Her cheeks are flushed, lip between her teeth as she stares at me.

  “May I touch you?”

  “Beg.”

  I lower my forehead to the ground, kissing the top of her feet. “Please, may I have the honor of feeling your skin against mine? Of tastings your pussy on my tongue.”

  “You may touch my legs, but not my pussy. Not yet.”

  Starting at her ankles, my hands slide up the warm velvet of her legs and around to her thighs. She spreads her thighs as my hands inch higher, giving me room to lean into her. I gently rub my cheek against her thigh.

  “May I taste you?”

  The only response I get is a nod of her head, I’m taking that as a yes. My arms circle her hips, hands holding her ass as I get my first taste of her. The tip of my tongue flicks over her clit before sucking her into my mouth.

  Her head drops back on her shoulders, her body letting me know what she needs. Letting her clit go with a pop, I lick up the inside of her lips as her hips create their own rhythm.
r />   My eyes close as I enjoy her fruity musk when her hand grips my hair. Opening my eyes, I look up her body.

  “Stop teasing me and make me cum.”

  Finding her clit again, her hips jerk against my lips. Her breath hitches and her skin flushes a delicious rosy color, so I know she’s close. Swirling my tongue around her clit. “Cum for me, Mama.”

  “FUCK!” she screams and bucks as she cums in my mouth.

  That’s one, lifting her right leg onto my left shoulder, I shove two fingers into her cunt and curl them to find that magic spot. She’s barely come down from her orgasm when her pussy squeezes me, and she cums again, her juices coating my fingers.

  She’s breathing hard, her legs trembling as she slides down to straddle my lap. Without giving me a chance to wipe my mouth, she’s kissing me. Her mouth dominating mine, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. It’s all I can do to keep up, my body shaking with the need to cum.

  “Please, please I need to cum,” I whimper against her lips.

  With a deviously evil smile, she says, “When I say you can, not before.”

  With her feet under her, she stands.

  “Get on the bed. On your back, legs spread, feet on the mattress.”

  Jumping to follow her directions, the rustling of a plastic bag has me wondering what she has in store for me. When I’m in position, she turns towards me, holding lube and a butt plug in her hand.

  I can’t stop the look of concern from covering my face.

  She chuckles, tossing the items on the bed and crawling toward me dropping her shoes to the floor.

  “That plug goes in your ass. Take all of it, and you can fuck me. Don’t, and you get the fuck out.”

  “Yes.” I'm beginning to tremble with excitement, she wouldn’t want to do it if it felt terrible. Right?

  “Yes what?” she snaps.

  “Yes, Mama.”

  A shiver of pleasure and a moan escapes her lips, I think I found the way to her pussy. “I’ve never been called Mama, but what else should my Baby Boy call me?”