Strangelove
Chapter 8
Darius Mills emerged from his bedroom in his hilltop mansion. Freshly showered and dressed casually, but expensively in his pink polo shirt and dark pants, he strolled nonchalantly downstairs to his impeccably elegant living room. Through it's glass doors leading to the gardens, he surveyed his kingdom. Twilight was settling in; it would be a dark, starless, moonless night.
Satisfied, he then sauntered over to his top-of-the line stereo system, inserting a carefully chosen CD, just as the doorbell rang.
"Perfect timing... everything's ready."
He heard the sound of her lilting soprano voice, as she exchanged obligatory polite greetings with his butler. Soon, her spiky heels emitted their clattering sound on his hard tile floor; the noise became louder as she came closer to him.
"Good evening" she greeted him, her voice oozing sensuality, as she flung her long blond hair over one bare shoulder.
"Sadie" he replied simply, even as his greedy eyes drank in her shapely form.
Clad in a skimpy green top and tight jeans, she was the antithesis of her sister. Unlike Jude, whose look was far more restrained, Sadie saw no point in subtlety.
"How are you tonight?" she asked, quickly and calculatingly flicking her tongue across her very glossy lips.
"Fine. And yourself?"
"Never better."
"What would you like to drink tonight?"
"What can you give me?"
"Anything you want." he replied.
"Yeah... I know you will..." Sadie thought arrogantly.
"Too easy..." Darius smirked silently, glimpsing deeply into her seemingly guiless eyes and instantly divining her intentions.
"Champagne, then?" he offered.
"Why not? We do have a lot to celebrate..."
Darius handed Sadie the flute filled with sparkling golden liquid. She extended a careful tanned hand and accepted it.
"Gotta hand it to you, girl. That plan really worked! Got your sister and T right where we want them..."
"Far apart from each other!" Sadie allowed herself to gloat.
"They don't deserve to be together... Never did!"
Darius grinned.
"Too much trouble, both of them. Your sister is a major pain in the ass! No appreciation! Every time I build something for her, she has to kick it down! If her records weren't so hot, I'd have dumped her a long time ago! Money! That's all she's good for! And hardly even that!"
"Yeah. I know exactly what you mean!" Sadie easily concurred, sipping her champagne, and glancing downwards at her new, very costly, designer outfit. Unknown to her sister, Sadie purchased it and many other items earlier that day using Jude's credit card.
" And when the bill comes in... she won't say a word. She can't... Not now..."
"It's not like she can't afford this!" Sadie rationalized, easily dismissing the small pang of guilt.
Darius carefully watched the hot blonde on the couch, observing her emotions as they played themselves out, under her masking smile.
"Girl wants what her sister has... everything! I can give her that... Provided she's willing to work for it... Let's see how far she'll go..."
"Ready for dinner?" he asked calmly.
"Lead the way."
After a succulent gourmet meal, consisting of Oysters Rockefeller, Ceasar Salad, Beef Wellington and a dessert of Creme Brulee, accompanied by his finest wines, Darius returned Sadie to the living room. After pouring her a brandy, he smiled seductively.
"So? How did you like everything?"
Sadie's dazed eyes struggled to focus on him. She felt lightheaded and just a trifle unsteady.
"Too easy..." Darius thought again.
"Amazing... Classy... Elegant... Everything Tommy isn't and could never be... His idea of gourmet is heating up a frozen lasagne..." Sadie thought dizzily.
"It was really good." she answered him, as if she was not only accustomed to, but expected, such richness.
"I do deserve it. And I will have it..."
Her blase stance did not deceive Darius.
"You barely ate a thing." he said.
"Well... I am an actress... I have to watch it... Have to stay in shape."
"Yes, you do... Otherwise, you won't be of any use to me..." Darius thought
"So, you land any big parts yet?" he asked, with mock interest.
"No. Just local theater. Small time stuff." she confessed in a soft purr, crossing her left leg over her right.
"Maybe... You could help me..." she continued.
"Damm right I can!"
"What exactly did you have in mind, girl?" he asked calmly, moving closer to her and dropping a lackadaisical arm around her shoulders.
"Well... I'm not sure... What's a good place for me to start..."
"Hmm..." Darius paused dramatically, to enhance her anxiety.
"I do own some magazines... One of them "Solid- Sports Edition!" is about to produce it's annual swimsuit issue..." he baited.
Sadie looked meaningfully into his eyes, as he continued.
"You might be good for that... Of course, we'll need to test you out. See what your body's like..."
"I've never had any complaints there!" Sadie boasted.
"I bet you haven't" Darius said, eyeing her appraisively and acquisitively.
"So, you have no problems with this?" he asked.
"No" Sadie barely replied, as his mouth crushed hers brutally, his tongue slipping inside to plunder ravenously. His kiss was savage, primal and by far the most exciting she had ever experienced.
"This is gonna be better than I imagined..."
His hands suddenly grabbed her body, staking his claim. He sharply pinched her nipple through the thin silk of her top.
Abruptly, he pulled away from her. Sadie squirmed restlessly. In contrast, Darius appeared completely relaxed and unaffected by their torrid embrace just moments ago.
"More" he finally said, posing it as a challenge, not a question.
"Yeah..."
"Show me what you got, girl..."
"Here?" she replied.
Her so apparent confusion made Darius want to laugh, but he restrained himself.
His grip on her arm was tight and relentless as he led her to his bedroom suite. In a gentlemanly fashion, he stepped aside, allowing her to enter first.
Sadie smiled happily, surveying the palatial, sensuous space.
"Perfect for a hip-hop king" she thought.
She looked around, admiring the thick padded silk black and gold fabric that adorned his walls. All his furniture and bedding mirrored that regal color scheme.
Suddenly, Sadie felt his iron grip shoving her firmly down on the bed. The plush comforter billowed around her as his weight embedded her body deeply into the mattress. His hold on her tightened as he again crushed her mouth against his, somehow alsocontriving to tear the clothes off her body; she found herself ripping at his own.His lips, tongue and teeth assumed their possession with bruising force, and without any pretense of affection or tenderness. Ravenously, they moved downwards, feasting on her tanned skin in the same manner. Quickly, he slid down her neck to suckle her breasts. Gently, he tugged on and then bit one nipple; echoing these movements with the other.
Sadie cried out. His actions made every muscle and bone in her body throb with merciless need.
"Oh... yes..." she moaned.
"More?" he replied, tauntingly.
"Yes... Please... Oh, yes..."
Her begging intensified his greed; uncontrollable arousal ransacked his own body.
Roughly, he grabbed her hands, immobilizing them over her head. Seconds later, he was inside her, riding her hard and fast. She whimpered, which only caused him to intensify his movements.
"Fucking yes!" he cried out, victoriously.
Sadie's body suddenly jerked, convulsed and then exploded in a blistering climax.
However, Darius did not surrender his own control so quickly. He continued to move within her until she shuddered again.
"Now... I got you right where I want you... You'll do anything I say..."
Only then, with his dominance clearly established, did he permit his own release. Submissively, this spurred Sadie to climax a third time.
He collapsed on the bed besides her; their bodies next to each other, but no longer touching.
Smugly, he turned to look at his prey, as Sadie glanced questioningly at him.
"Not bad, girl." he grinned, giving her the approval he knew she needed.
"Not bad, yourself..." Sadie replied, weary and panting.
"Now what..." she wondered, never having been in a situation quite like this before.
"So..." Darius said, pausing dramatically and causing Sadie's pulse to accelerate.
"Let's talk about that modeling job..."