Chapter 12

Heinrich

"Good evening Nyla..." I said sitting from my leather chair. With my left ankle on top of my right knee and my scotch in hand, I knew she was a little intimidated. "Good," I thought to myself. The information I had received earlier in the day left me edgy.

"I trust you came with no panties?" I inquired nonchalantly.

"Yes, sir. I followed directions." She answered pantingly as though she was out of breath already.

"Good. I want you to strip naked right where you are, but leave the shoes on. Then I want you to crawl to me. Are you wet for me?

"Drenched." She answered me while she carefully undid her dress.

I didn't move while she dropped down on all fours and started to make her slow crawl towards me. I didn't tell her to be quiet but she must've picked up that I wasn't in the mood for small talk.

Somehow she managed to drag out the crawl seductively. All I could see in her figure was ass and curves. Her golden skin was an aphrodisiac alone. I wanted to bite and mark her unmarked canvas.

She sat in front of me on the plush carpet on her knees. I took her chin in between my thumb and forefinger. My tan skin in contrast with her darker honey tone. I stared into those pale jade colored hues as though I could read her very soul. Soon I would.

Her heavy breathing picked up and I bet if I was to put my hand into her curls covering her pretty cunt I would indeed find her saturated.

"Were you a good Goddess while I was gone?" I asked.

The look on her face said it all. She was guilty as charged, that with the information that I found out earlier.

"Things are going to get interesting." I thought to myself. I waited patiently for her answer, but I kept my face a wall of impassive stone.

"Yes my King." She said with a hitch in her voice.

"Hmmm. You sure about that?" Maintaining eye contact. "Cause I believe you aren't telling the truth."

She started to fidget a bit and then made herself stop. She looked down with only her eyes, as I still held her face between my two fingers.

"Eyes on me, Nyla." I demanded. "Seeing as though you won't say it, I will. You made yourself cum. You're such a bad girl, Nyla." I tsked. "Anything else you care to tell me?" I quirked an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Anything else like what my King?"

"I don't know, something like you had a friendly lunch with a certain Brazilian?"

She gasped, "How did you?"

"Doesn't matter how. What matters is, you were indeed very bad. So seeing as how you think you control your pleasure. I want you to make yourself cum. Right here, right now. This will be part of your punishment." I deepened my voice.

"I don't see how that's a punishment." She looked at me genuinely puzzled.

I smiled, "You won't, not yet. I want you to keep your eyes on me while you make yourself cum."

"Do you remember your safe word, Goddess?"

"Basquiat." She said with her eyes on me.

"Good girl, now cum." I said while watching her hands slowly make their way down her stomach, into her neatly trimmed curls and finally her deliciously sweet pussy.

The sweet pussy I couldn't seem to keep my mind off the entire time I was away. The sweet pussy that had my cock on "constantly erect" status whenever she seemed to be near, or the thought of her.

First, she parted herself and stuck two fingers in her most treasured hidden place. She went all the way to her second knuckle, moaned, and then pulled her fingers out glistening and wet.

She then rubbed her clit with those same two middle fingers in a tortuous slow pace. While she was working herself up, I took a drink of my scotch almost aloof.

"So, your punishment will be 4 orgasms back to back. The first you will give yourself, the second will be by my hands, the third will be by mouth and the last will be a surprise." I say darkly.

Still working herself up into a frenzy. She manages to breathe out, "Still hardly seems like a punishment."

"We'll see if you sing the same tune with such a bratty attitude. This isn't my first rodeo. It may sound like a blissful pleasure, but understand in the end you won't disobey my orders again." I can tell she's close.

The only sounds that fill the room are her moaning and the wet squishing her fingers are making going back and forth between her clit and pussy. A blush begins to creep from her chest to her face and her eyes begin to flutter close.

"EYES ON ME NYLA! I want it all. You have such an expressive face and I want to read every thought as it comes across your mind." She opens her mouth and lets out a half-moan, half scream as she climaxes. Already, she looks positively rung out. I chuckle at her, "You aren't tired already, are you?"

Right then and there if looks could kill, I would've dropped dead in 0.5 seconds. She stiffens her back and holds her head up, looking me square in the eye, "Any punishment you've got, bring it."

"You still haven't quite understood what it means to be my submissive, but you will. Go lay down on the table, like last time." I command.

She gets up and saunters over to the same table I tasted her on only 3 days ago. In those 3 days, I'd eaten but nothing tasted as sweet as Nyla. I drain my glass the last of its scotch and place it in the sink.

Walking over to her, "What am I going to use for the next time, Nyla?" Laying on the glass table, hands at her side and legs wide open, she whispers, "Your fingers."

"Good girl." I sit in the same chair, only this time, with what I have planned, I take my tie off then my blazer. I roll up my shirt sleeves like I mean business because I do mean business. I go to touch her engorged clit and she shudders.

"Fuck Nyla, you're always so ready for me. You know when I do fuck you, I'm going to bruise this sweet cunt. You'll feel me and my cum for days."

She moans at my dirty talk, and I feel her gush. I'm already hard as granite, but I remind myself this is her punishment. I stick my forefinger in her soaked tunnel and groan. I thrust that finger back and forth a few times, then added a second.

After a few strokes, I add a third. I keep at a steady pace and then take my third finger out of her. I turn my wrist and curl both my forefinger and middle finger touching that special spot most men have a difficult time finding.

All her muscles clench down on my hand with a death grip but I'm able to free it. I can tell she's close again. I use those same two fingers to rub on her overstimulated clit at a rapid pace, and she yells, "OH MY GOD!!"

Next thing she does, shocks the hell out of me. A clear liquid shoots out of her pussy, drenching my grey button down shirt. With a look of sheer embarrassment, she instantly apologizes, "Oh my God Heinrich! I'm so sorry, I've NEVER done that before!"

I take my hand from her and lick every last drop of her off my fingers.

"I'm not sorry. In fact, that's what I was aiming for. I just know, not all women can achieve that." I say provocatively. Nyla looks completely worn out and I love it.

Her legs fall to the side, still with her sexy as fuck stilettos on. "Come on. We're only halfway through your punishment." I stand up, unbuttoning my saturated shirt.

"Follow me." I help her up knowing she is almost boneless at this point. The fact that she is bare naked and I'm still fully dressed says that I'm in control and that's how I like it.

"I want you to follow me crawling on your knees. We're moving into my playroom." I watch her as she gets down, crawling in such a manner that is such a fucking turn on that if I weren't hard, I would be now.

My sleek and expansive penthouse houses 4 bedrooms, 3.5 bathrooms, an open floor plan dining room, kitchen and living room. Does a man like me need so much space? Probably not, but I like the privacy it brings. I lead her into the room that's closest to my master bedroom.

She stops as she gets to the doorway, awaiting my next command. "At least she's learning." I think to myself. I look at her reaction to how the room is designed.