Chapter 13

Nyla

I sit on my legs on the floor, exhausted, waiting for an instruction. I thought the open living room floor plan was intimidating, but it pales in comparison to this room.

It's got floor to ceiling windows on one wall, an entire wall of floor to ceiling mirror, a walk in closet of some sort, and then a massive California King sized bed. On the ceiling, I see some sort of reinforced grate. "What kind of kinky shit is he into?" I think to myself.

I'm not going to lie, the two orgasms I had so far has completely drained me, but my pride won't let me say otherwise. I know if I truly want to stop this, I could say my safeword.

The saying goes, "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back." Well I'm definitely curious to see how the rest of the night goes.

Heinrich, still fully dressed except for his jacket and tie, walks in the closet and brings out 2 leather cuffs with hooks. He presses a button on the wall and the grate panel begins to descend.

I have no idea what this man has in store. but the very thought of it makes my spine shiver and my overworked pussy tingle. He walks over to me and squats down.

"Give me your wrists," he commands. Without preamble, I follow his directions. Very carefully, he buckles the clasp on the leather cuffs to each wrist. He stands and focuses his intense stare on me and my naked body.

"Get up. Walk towards the foot of the bed and face the mirrors. Take your shoes off. I want you to watch this one." His voice covers me like fine silk. I get up and do as I'm told. He watches me like a hawk as I toe my stilettos off.

"Put your hands up and hold onto the grate. DON'T let go until I tell you to." He walks over to me hooking my cuffs to the grate, but I daren't let go.

His masculine hands start at my bound wrists and they begin to make their way down, caressing my skin, leaving a fiery path in their trail.

Through all of this, I've managed to keep my eyes on him, watching his every move, afraid to miss something. His facial expression is once again stoic and unreadable, but his eyes tell me something different.

"What am I going to use next Nyla?" He whispers in his deep baritone voice.

I look him square in the eyes and say very strongly, "Your mouth." On the inside, I'm screaming. I don't think I have another orgasm in me to give.

But I knew I was in trouble the minute I gave myself an orgasm, picturing him watching me.

He kneels before me, kissing my navel, my hip, my bikini line, then slowly and agonizingly making his way to the other side and repeating the process. He throws my leg over his shoulder and takes a deep inhale. "What is it with this man and smelling my scent?" I think to myself.

"Fuck, your scent is so intoxicating to me. I could sit here, sniff and smell you all day and never get enough." His tongue takes a quick swipe on my clit and instinctively I jolt. He's so fucking filthy and I love it.

He's eating like a man starved on my oversensitive bundle of nerves, but it feels so fucking great. My traitorous body follows him whenever he pulls back and blows a breath of cool air.

I'm trying to gain my composure, but he's skilled with his wicked tongue. I'm moaning and halfway screaming at this point.

He moves his mouth lower to my soaked slit and stabs his tongue in and out. My muscles contract and I can tell this orgasm is to hurt the worst in the best possible way.

He moves his mouth even lower to my puckered ring, I jump. I've never had anyone take me anally; Sullivan was much too vanilla to venture from missionary.

He gives me a warning glare, "Nyla, you're not watching yourself in the mirror. You are already in the middle of one punishment, do I need to make it 5?"

It takes me a minute to answer trying to catch my breath, "No, my King." I move my eyes to the wall of mirrors, not recognizing the woman before me. Honey skin, mocha nipples, wild hair, red cheeks from exertion and a wild look of lust.

He resumes devouring me. My focus between watching him and also watching myself in the mirror is split. Ultimately, I obey because I'm on orgasm number three's door and can barely make it.

As soon as my eyes land on myself, a wave overtakes me and I scream, LOUD. Heinrich gracefully stands up, and I'm ready to drop.

Barely able to hold myself up, he comes close and says, "Lick my chin clean." I move gingerly to his face, push out my tongue and lick his sopping wet chin.

When I finish, he walks back into the closet. If I had a brain left, I would've noticed he had something long and sturdy in his hands. My vision was blurry and my focus was off. It almost felt like I was drifting. Yeah, I definitely wasn't going to make it and he hadn't even fucked me yet.

"Nyla, are you with me?" He rasps.

I wasn't even able to form a coherent thought, let alone speak.

"Come on, Goddess. Last one and this will be the end of your punishment. You're doing so well." I feel his hot breath whisper against my ear. My treacherous needy cunt wants more, while my body and mind are in shambles.

He's behind me, so I can't see him directly. He bites the place where my neck and shoulder meet and I moan at the sensation it sends through me. He soothes away the burning sensation with a swipe of his tongue and now he has my full attention.

I look in the mirror and finally notices what he has in his hand. A black riding crop, that has soft leather on the handle, a braided leather stem and on the end a leather loop. He trails the crop on my exposed torso as he circles me.

"Remember I said the last one would be a surprise? This one, I'm going to make sure it counts before I fuck you."

I dig deep in my reserves praying that I'm able to pull this from somewhere. I straighten my spine, silently pleading for him to get it over with.

He stops directly in front of me and lowers his head. He places his mouth over my nipple and sucks. While he's paying attention to one breast with his mouth, he's plumping the other breast with his hand. I truly feel it in my lower region. Goosebumps crawling across my skin as he touches and sucks. He truly is an artist with that wicked tongue.

He moves his mouth over to the other breast and begins to show it the same attention he did the other. He stands up straight and studies my wet nipples like one would study art in a museum.

He moves the crop up and down my torso making sure not miss my hardened nipples. He softly rubs my sopping wet pussy with the loop of the crop.

"Nyla, I want you to pay attention closely because when I make you cum this time, I'm going to unfasten your cuffs from this grate and then I'm going to fuck your mouth. I've been dreaming of that sinful mouth since the last time you put it on me." He says coolly.

"I want you to get it nice and sloppy for me. Because this time around when I cum, I'm going to do it in your tight cunt."

I moan at the tone of his obscene words. Heinrich just exudes power and sex. You can tell by the way he moves and walks this man is sex and dominance on legs.

With a flick of his wrist, he begins marking my skin with welts in various places. If there is one thing that I've learned in a short time about this man, is that there is NOTHING random about him.

A bite mark on my neck, my stomach and inner thigh so far from what I can see and welts on top of those bite marks. I was his clean canvas and he was painting his masterpiece on me. Like Leonardo da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa, Heinrich my King, paints me his Goddess.

He makes one revolution around me before stopping again in front of me. By this time, I'm so aroused all he has to do is blow on me and I'll explode.

"Open your legs, shoulder width apart."

I do as commanded, apprehensive of his next move. Next thing I know he smacks my clit with the crop hard, "thwack." Stars pop in front of my eyes. My pussy is on fire and I can hardly breathe because in that tortuous but pleasurable move, I'm climaxing. My mouth opens with a soundless scream. It takes me a good 10 seconds of shivers and shudders before my body comes down from its high.

Somehow, through all of that, I remember what he commanded. He unhooks my wrists from the grate and thankfully, I slide to my knees.

He unbuttons his trousers in an unhurried manner, toes off his shoes and in one fell swoop, his Etienne Aigner black boxers and his suit pants are gone.

His thick pulsating cock looks as though it's pissed that Heinrich forgot his dick even existed. I subconsciously lick my lips, preparing for his unique taste.

His cock looks bigger, intimidating somehow. Mentally, I prepare my mouth for the biting intrusion. With all the pleasure and pain I've experienced, I want to please him. It's a need I can't explain but my body wants to show him gratitude.

He steps up to me, looking like a king off his throne. Ready to make a proclamation before his loyal subjects. I open my mouth wide and he says, "Suck the head hard, then relax your throat. Mouth only."

Again, I do as I'm instructed, revelling in the weight of his heavy cock. First only sucking on the bulbous mushroom head, making sure to run my tongue on the vein that's on the underside of his dick. That earns me a groan.

After I've gotten just the tip wet with my spit, he goes in deep for the kill. Just like last time, he goes all the way to the hilt. I like to think of me having no gag reflex as a gift. Something not many women can do naturally.

He fucks my throat at a brutal pace only letting up just enough for me to breathe. After he's had enough, his voice heady and full of lust, "Get up and turn around."

I get up, turn around learning to trust him with my body in this sense. He hooks my wrists together with the cuffs and leads me with a hand on my lower back to the foot of the bed.

"Get up, kneel on the bed. Face down, ass up."

By this time, my overworked pussy is crying for some more attention. I've never known her to be so needy, but Heinrich gives into her filthy desires.

I feel like a rocket ready to go off at any moment. I watch him through the wall of mirrors. He shrugs his shirt off and the picture of him completely naked takes my breath away.

"Jesus Christ, he's beautiful." I think to myself. Michelangelo would weep in his grave if he saw Heinrich's body, compared to his sculpture of David.

Heinrich had the body of a god. A 6-pack to die for, pecs that you could bounce a quarter off of, and he had a half sleeve of colorful tattoos. I made a mental note to study them later.

Heinrich didn't seem like the type to get a tattoo. It seemed beneath him to express himself in such a way. He steps up behind me, playing with my folds, ensuring I'm still wet. "Always for you my king." Heinrich evokes a reaction out of my body no man on this earth has managed to do.

He lines himself up behind me, "I'm not easy and I'm not gentle, Goddess." It's a threat and it's a promise all in one. With one hand on my hip, and the other on my hooked leather cuffs, he plunges forward at full speed ahead. I went from feeling empty to feeling filled to the brim with his nine inch cock, I gasp trying to catch my breath.

He's all savage thrusts, no finesse and I'm struggling to keep my orgasm at bay. He didn't say whether or not I could cum, and with the punishment I just endured, it was in my best interest to just wait.

The only sounds that filled the room were my moans, his groans and the sound of skin slapping against each other. My muscles contracting against his back and forth intrusion. I'm not going to last much longer.

Heinrich looks like a well oiled machine. He somehow manages through gritted teeth, "Cum Nyla. NOW!"

You don't have to tell me twice. I cum with a scream at the top of my lungs and he comes with a loud roar. I feel as he deposits his seed in my already overstuffed cunt, rope after rope. Even 30 seconds after cuming, he's thrusting. Just when I think he's done, I realize he hasn't gone soft yet.

My shoulders burn, my arms are tired, and I am COMPLETELY wrung out. For another 5 minutes, he keeps up with this motion and manages to drop another searing hot load of cum in my pussy.

He pulls out of me, walks around to my mouth and directs me to suck him clean. His body dripping sweat, he walks back behind me, unhooks my wrists and unbuckles the cuffs.

He lays on his back on top of the bed and closes his eyes. I try to get some circulation back into my arms, crawl under the covers and drift into the blissful sleep that has been calling me since my first orgasm of the night.