In The Mood

Part 1

Looking down at my hands as the tears rim my waterline. I look out the window of the penthouse I sit in. The New York City skyline is bright with flashing lights in the dark sky. I take the final sip of the bourbon in the short glass. I hear the sound of the maid speaking behind me, "Miss Shelby, there's a man here to see you."

I shake my head, ridding the tears in my eyes, standing up slowly, "send him in."

I walk over to the bar cart, pouring myself another glass of the strong liquor as the tall, muscular man walks in. He wore a black suit and his long hair was slicked back at the base of his neck. I finish pouring the glass for myself and then one for him.

I knew who the man was walking into my home office. He was from Brooklyn. The current number one gangster in New York City. A title I was about to rip away from him. I walk forward, "Barnes."

"Shelby," he says, taking the glass, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he sits down on the leather chair in front of my desk. I walk over to the front of my desk sipping the drink, leaning back on the desk slowly. I look at him, "what did I do to deserve the honors of your presence in my home tonight? Is this business or pleasure?"

I set the glass down as he speaks, "could be both if you wanted." I scoff and cross my ankles in front of me. He licks his lips, "just trying to understand who this woman is that's trying to take control of my city..."

I look at him, "I have no clue what you are talking about."

"You aren't from here," he says softly, leaning forward to show dominance. "You're from Birmingham. You think you can come here to America selling your narcotics and weapons on my turf. Having my people gambling for more money than they can handle."

I laugh, "I came to America to find what you people call the dream, but all I've found is lousy men with the need for money and power." I straighten my figure and step towards him, "you think I'm scared of you Barnes?" I step closer, "that I'll run away with your threats back to home." He leans back in the chair and I place my hands on the arms of the chair, "I'm a fucking Peaky Blinder. Where I come from, that scares people. Because it means power. Power that I hold high and mighty." I lock eyes with him, "see I may be small, but I am mighty. Don't cross me, Barnes. You'll want to work with me." I place a hand on his chest, "you may be the King of the city, but I'm becoming the Queen in your city."

With that I shove myself off him and grab my drink, slamming it back. He watched me as I kept my back turned to him. He was up out of his chair quickly, dropping his pants, shoving my skirt of my dress up in a flash, "you're right. You are becoming the Queen."

I gasp as I feel him shove his hard cock into my slick core, giving me no time to adjust. I grip the desk, "fuck, you're so big."

"Shut up," he says and shoves my face down on my own desk. I spread my legs more for him as he begins to pound into my hips, groaning. I look back at him and his mouth is agape, "fuck you feel so good."

"James," I growl, trying to meet his thrust roughly. He grips my hip, "you fucking trying to be all dominate on me. No. That doesn't work, doll." He picks up my leg and slams it on my desk, "oh God. I could get lost in your pussy forever."

I begin to reach for anything to grip on the desk as I feel myself tightening in more core, "I'm going to cum."

He groans, "mm, I can tell so tight. So wet."

I begin to tremble and shake under him and growl out in pleasure, "fuck."

I feel his hot seed filling me up as he groans. He pulls out of me, falling into the chair he previously sat in. Leaving my figure on the desk spent, our fluids leaking down my pale legs. He pulls out a cigarette lighting it and sighs, "fucking beautiful."