Chapter 9

Nyla

I left Heinrich's penthouse with emotions all over the place, frustration was the main one. A sexually frustrated woman is a dangerous one. Heinrich knows what he does to me. It would've only taken one stroke of those godly fingers, or one stroke of that god forsaken tongue and I would have seen stars. The man can send me into orbit with just his seductive baritone voice, and the sternness in his voice.

So this is what gets him off? Depriving my needy cunt? I closed my eyes and tried to fight the tingling and throbbing between my legs; it's obvious nothing will work until I combust. My pussy was working overtime. A sinister smile replaced my scowl, as I remembered how my mouth covered his thick cock. "Ding", the doors to the elevator crept open and I walked the lobby looking beautiful and composed. No one needed to know my cunt was sopping wet and throbbing, beating in unison with my heart.

The driver greeted me as I reached the town car. The chill of the December air was brutal, but still no match for the heat between my legs. Before getting into the town car I paused, I turned and stared up to the penthouse. I hoped he was looking, scratch that, I know he was looking. I could feel him, with millions of eyes in this city I could feel his. "Where to ma'am?" The driver inquired.

"The Mile Towers." I said, while still staring up at the building, as it began to fade away in the night.

A sigh slipped through my lips, as I played tonight's events over in my head, I'd just sucked the cock of a King. I placed two fingers to my lips, and traced them. I swallowed him, devoured him completely, and would take him again. The way he came, so calculated, so in control of me and his body. I could still feel his warmth as it flowed down my throat.

But then the bitterness came back, like venom. "Who the fuck does he think he is?!" I said forgetting where I was, and immediately I felt foolish.

"Please don't tell him I said that." I may be many things but foolish was not one of them, at least not anymore. The driver winked at me, "That's our little secret." When I got out of the car, I handed him my last $50 bill; not that he needed it. I'm sure Heinrich pays him well.

"I'm sorry miss, but I can't take that from you." He said while throwing his hands up. Placing it in his pocket with a wink, I said "You can and you will." I sashayed to the door that was being held by Christian, he often took the place of Xavier.

Walking through the quiet lobby, I could hear the echo of my heels as they hit the marble floor. All I could think of was how I was going to handle this need to cum. He left me with a baseball sized clit, swollen and red. The elevator chimed, I immediately felt the weight of his words all over again, "I control your pleasure, your desires, and your orgasms." I bit down on my lip and could feel my juices escaping me, there was no fabric to hold them, they were with Heinrich. That thought right there caused me to clench my thighs and center tighter. Somewhere in the city my scent was filling his nostrils, just as I was here tasting his come.

There would be no Xavier, no Molly, I'd simply shoot them a text and run me a hot bath. Closing the door behind me, there she was, "The Woman Bound", I called her. Bound to her sexual desires, bound to being a pinned up ball of frustration. I hung my coat up in my coat closet, removed my shoes, took my dress off and ran my hand over my nonexistent panties, then traced my garter. I placed my dress on a hanger to take to the dry cleaners.

I began texting while running my bath water, and making my way to the fridge for a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. The wine reached my throat cold and sweet, I immediately missed his warm come down my throat. I took another sip and just stared into the night, in my nakedness. The water caught my attention, "Shit!" I said running to the bathroom to stop it from overflowing. It was seconds away from spilling over the top and onto the floor. I sighed because the tub was me. Granted I couldn't hold 120 gallons of water, but we had a lot in common. Full to the brim on the brink of a mind blowing orgasm, that he denied me.

No man would control my orgasms, and he could thank Sullivan for that. I threw the rest of my wine back and removed my diamond hoops, then set my hair free. While soaking in the milk and honey infused water, I watched in envy as she began to relieve herself. Little by little the water escaped through the small opening, I wanted that feeling.

Gently placing my leg onto the side of the tub wishing it was Heinrich's shoulder. I let my hand trail down to my center, stopping where Heinrich earlier sucked, licked, and bit. Moaning at my touch, but deeply wishing it was his tongue, and his fingers. I needed to come. He would understand wouldn't he?

Then I felt him, his eyes were on me. The cool grey eyes were drinking me in as he watched me from the corner of the bathroom. He stood with a glass of scotch in his hand, and his thick hard cock pressing against his zipper. My eyes were glued on him as I moaned while rubbing my throbbing clit. With hooded eyes, and a bite to his bottom lip my back arched in pleasure. He stood hands in his pocket and a demeanor that only made me want to come to please him. I heard him groan in my ear with his husky lust filled voice, "I'm going to punish the fuck out of you Goddess." No punishment could compare to me carrying this engorged clit.

I took my fingers to my mouth and sucked them just as I sucked his earlier, a grin fell on both of our faces. I stuck my salivated fingers into me as far as they could go and then pulled them out, immediately missing the light penetration. I repeated that motion, giving myself long deep thrust as he watched me in anticipation. He wanted me to cum as much as I needed to. I came with his name on my lips. "Heinrich!" I part screamed, part moaned out. I looked at my King to see the satisfaction on his face, but he was long gone.

"Fuck." I thought to myself. There's no way he'd be able to tell that I came, would he? I dipped my head into the water regretting my actions, immediately. These 3 days with him gone, were going to be the longest of my life.

By the end of the week, I was a ball of nerves. Anxious, because I constantly worried about whether or not Heinrich would be able to tell I gave myself the orgasm he maliciously denied me. In the midst of everything, I almost forgot to text him. Keyword though: almost.

Heinrich: I'll be back home tomorrow evening. I'll send a car for you after work. Nyla, before you reach me, I want your cunt wet, dripping and ready for me.

Me: Please Sir, can I cum?

Heinrich: No. That pleasure will be mine. Did you get your check up done?

Me: Yes sir. I have a copy of the results.

Heinrich: Good. I trust my doctor gave you a copy of mine. Nyla, remember no panties when you come to me.

Me: Yes, My King.

Heinrich: Until tomorrow then.

It was a filthy promise and I loved it. I relished in the thought that I was finally going to be able to get what I've been desiring for all of this time. I was ready to bring out my inner submissive freak. I felt as though every woman should live out at least one of their fantasies in their life.

I put the finishing touches to my 3pc white pin striped pant suit together. Large gold hoops, several gold bangles varying in width, and a pair of nude suede Mary Jane style Jimmy Choo's. I put my hair in a bun at the nape of my neck and swirled my baby hairs.

One of the best things about working at Clover's art gallery was that he allowed me to express myself through my love of fashion. There was no dress code in particular. "Just be you." He expressed time and again. Well today I was being me, inspired by Blake Lively. Around lunch time, Clover was in a meeting, and I was hungry. As I got ready to leave, I heard the bell over the door and I turned around.

I thought to myself, "He's got a lot of nerve showing up here after how he did me." I plastered a professional smile on my face, "Mr. Barbosa! What a pleasant surprise! Did we deliver the pieces you wanted okay?" His returning smile was warm and inviting, "Senhorita, Nyla. Sim, everything is fine." He replied in his strong accent, rolling his Rs.

"Matter of fact, I wanted to come down and apologize for my most abhorrent behavior. It is not in my nature to stand women up, especially in a place like the club. I do hope you can forgive me. May I accompany you to lunch?"

I wasn't really in the mood, but I didn't want to eat alone. "Really, no apology necessary Aberto. But yes, I never turn down such a gentleman's offer. Any place in particular you'd like to go?"

His entire face lit up like a kid on Christmas, "I could really go for some Italian right now..." He held out his arm and I slid my hand through. He led me through the doors of the gallery and opened up the passenger side door of his luxurious metallic green Audi A9. Talk about spending a pretty penny.

The console of his vehicle looked like something from a spaceship with all of the advanced screens and dials. His car smelled of his expensive sandalwood cologne, it was subtle and not overbearing as most men feel it's necessary to douse themselves from head to toe. He got in and maneuvered the vehicle effortlessly. Weaving in and out of traffic like the car was simply made for him. Aberto's beauty illuminated his entire being, but it pales in comparison to Heinrich and his dominance.

We arrived at La Storia and the valet opened my door. Aberto walked around to my side and again offered his arm with a sexy smile against his pearly white teeth. We walked into the restaurant and immediately seated, which amazed me considering that we didn't have a reservation. I gave Aberto an inquisitive look, and innocently said with a shrug, "I may have made a reservation before I walked into the gallery."

Damn was he smooth, but you had to give the man some credit. He looked at me and said, "Order whatever you like Nyla, lunch is on me. Think of it as an 'I'm sorry, please forgive me' lunch."

"Aberto, there really is no need to apologize. I understand, things happen." I tried reassuring him. "But, if you don't mind telling me, what DID happen?"

"Bem lindo, I had an emergency situation arise in my company's headquarters that I couldn't avoid." He vaguely offered. I didn't see to press the issue, so I left it at that. The waitress came over to take our drink orders; I hadn't even thought of looking at the menu. I looked at the ruggedly handsome gentleman across from me and said, "I tell you what Aberto, you order for me. How about that?"

"Be careful, beautiful. Doing things like that is intoxicating to a man like me." The lust in his eyes flashed, leaving just as quickly as it came.

"Doing things like what?" Cocking my eyebrow up.

"Even submitting in the simplest form, is a heady cocktail Nyla." Aberto's accent seemed to thicken with that sentence. "But if this is your wish, I must oblige. Anything you're allergic to or don't simply care for?"

"No, I trust your judgment." I said softly. He seemed to pause for a few moments, regained his composure, looked to the waitress and in an eloquent fashion ordered our food in Italian that just seemed to roll off of his tongue.

Our conversation seemed to flow effortlessly over the course of our appetizers and salad. Only glancing around every now and then, I noticed how the women in close proximity would blatantly leer at him and he truly was oblivious to it all. His attention was focused on me and me alone. I tried giving him my undivided attention in return but ultimately I failed because I kept thinking about a platinum colored eye, deep baritone voice having man and what he had in store for me. I crossed my legs under the table to allow some circulation, she was getting wound up with the thought of him.

By the time we finished our meals, an hour and a half had flown by. I had received a text from Clover earlier telling me it was okay to take an extended lunch since it was with a client. He didn't want me to rush and to enjoy myself. Clover truly was the best boss anyone could ever ask for.

Aberto once again escorted me from the restaurant to valet parking and opened my door for me. He truly was a gentleman on the surface and had impeccable manners, but I suspect underneath all of the flair lurked a dominant man with deep fetishes.

Fifteen to twenty minutes later, we were back at the gallery. Aberto opened my door for me, walked me inside the gallery, and kissed the top of my hand.
"Until next time, my beautiful, Nubian queen." He said seductively.

"Until next time Aberto. Thank you again for lunch." I kissed him on both cheeks as a salutation. He turned and left.

A few hours later, still full from my exquisite 5 course lunch, I decided just to have a salad for dinner. I received a text from Heinrich.

Heinrich: Goddess. The car will arrive at your building precisely at 6:45pm. Don't be late.

Me: Yes, my King.

Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.

"My King." I said aloud.

Was I his servant? Is this what our relationship would be? But a Goddess is not a servant, and I'm no man's servant. But I am a slave to his control and the need to feel his 9 inch cock buried deep inside me. The television was talking.. had been for a while, but it caught my attention with the word "punishment." I stared at the television with eyes that could kill.

There's no way in fucking hell he could tell. If I came. How the fuck would he know? He wouldn't. It's my body and it's not like I wouldn't be hot and ready for him. Shit, I'm ready now. I put the worry behind me as I sketched in my notebook.