Chapter 14

Nyla

Pain, pleasure, and silence filled me just as Heinrich had done. What was left? I had nothing and everything all at once. I was no longer a pinned up ball of frustration.

I'd come by the hand, mouth, and cock of my King. I felt every bit of a Goddess. There was nothing that I'd experienced before that could have prepared me for him and this night.

I could live a thousand lifetimes, have many lovers but my body would only ever declare one My King. Heinrich Stark. I'd grown curious about him and wanted to know more about him.

It's not that I could ask, because every chance he got, he'd put that beautiful sculpted cock in my mouth. Or he'd take my sweet cunt to his mouth. We only spoke in moans, groans, proclamations, and needy filthy anticipation.

Bites, welts, and a swollen pussy is what I was sent home with. Wrapped in his Armani Exchange gray collared shirt. He offered breakfast but I declined.

I needed to get home and do some serious TLC. My pussy loved every minute of it, the traitor. I'd appeared strong and she was his slave, she took control throughout the night.

I made it home early, the sun was just breaking when I opened my loft door. I had showered at his place before leaving but that wasn't enough.

It had become a ritual for me to undress at the door but this time I took off everything but his shirt. I embraced the fabric that covered my body, it was his and so was I.

Slowly unbuttoning his shirt that smelled of him, I sniffed it before placing it on my bathroom counter. I looked myself over. The deep red bite marks over my flesh sent heat to my pussy. I rubbed the welted bite mark his devilish mouth left between my neck and my shoulder.

I closed my eyes still feeling him there, before trailing my hand down to my stomach. The beautiful pain I was in had no words. He marked me, I was his. Gently brushing the small bite on my bikini line, to get to the bite he placed in my inner thigh. I spread my legs to feel where his mouth had been, I moaned in pain and pleasure.

My body was his, she betrayed me. Heinrich emptied me of everything that wasn't him, and then used me as his vessel. He was right, I could still feel him and his cum. I was dripping wet standing there.

I was naked, no makeup, no more inhibitions, and not a trace of the girl who belonged to Sullivan remains after Heinrich.

This time was light punishment and here I am one hour long soak later, with a cup of lemon honey tea, Tylenol, and a cool compress on my sweet little pussy. Poor girl needs a medic, but still the little bitch is crying for him.

She's swollen, but yet still wanting to cum. I thought once I tasted him she'd be ok, but she has a mind of her own. She wants his cock badly. The thoughts of him already have me sopping wet. If this were a few days ago, I'd stick my fingers in and out of her until she combusted.

But after that punishment, I will wait for him to say when, where, and how I can cum. I hope it's by his mouth, that tongue of his would definitely do the trick to ease the pain. I lay there thinking of Heinrich until slumber took me. Once again I faded, all thoughts surrounding my King.

I awoke Sunday morning.. my wrist were tender, my shoulders were sore, and my opening fucking ravished. Nine inches of deep hard thrust for what felt like hours. No mercy was given to me.

When he first entered me I felt like a virgin, small tight, and about to be split into two. Sullivan was average, Heinrich was well endowed. His cock fucked my deprived cunt savagely. If that was the last cock of my pussy's life, she died a happy camper.

I played the rendezvous over in my mind. The bulb was lit, he wanted my submission. My complete obedience, and trust. Heinrich wants to own me, not to take from me, but to fulfill every deep desire I'd suppressed.

I'd wanted to call a man my King, let him use me and cherish my body. Heinrich did that. Heinrich wasn't Sullivan, he didn't promise me the moon, stars, and all the love I could endure. He promised me orgasms, a throne to serve, and nothing more. I wouldn’t dare disobey him again. I couldn't endure the punishment.

Sunday and Monday faded, and Tuesday was here. Xavier, Clover and I were going to dinner tonight. Christmas is in a week and I've done zero shopping. But I will take care of that Friday after work.

It had been 3 days since I last spoke to Heinrich, I'd been without him for 3 days before. But that was before everything, was he upset with me? No, there was no reason for him to be. "Nyla, get dressed for dinner!" I told myself.

The welts were gone, but my bite marks hadn't healed yet. Good thing it's the dead of winter, and I can cover up. Although I don't mind showing them, they're my reminder that I had had my King.

My hair was straightened from work, and I decided to just do my makeup. I went deep and sultry. Smoky eyes and deep burgundy lipstick. I slipped into some deep chocolate leather leggings, with matching over the knee high heel boots, and a solid skin tight black turtleneck.

I paired it with a thin gold necklace with a heart locket and gold hooped earrings. I needed this night out with two men who had grown so close to my heart.

My only wish for Christmas was to continue this life I'm living now, with Molly here with us. I grabbed my two toned, hip length Gucci pea coat and headed out. I was starving. Thank God my brain began to work again because my pussy only wanted to eat one thing.

"Hey Sis." Xavier said standing in front of the elevator, he looked different.

"Hey, where's Clove? I asked, walking arm and arm with him into the bitter cold.

"Out front."

We were going to have a white Christmas for sure. So far, 4 inches has graced us over the last few days. The silver Jag was waiting with Clover behind the tinted window. Xavier opened the passenger door for me to have a seat and retreated to the back seat.

"Hey, babe. Ready to eat?" Clove said with a smile that made me smile. He was genuine and sincere. I will never forget that about him.

"Starved, seems like I haven't eaten in weeks." I said while texting Molly.

We made our way to an upscale Northside bar, for a Tuesday it was packed. The valet parked the car as we found an open booth. I sat across from them like we’d normally do when we went out, but as we looked over the menu, I noticed their giggles and comments towards each other. I'm no stranger to new found love, and this was not the crush I had witnessed before. This was something more.

The waitress came over and we ordered drinks, Clover ordered 2 glasses of wine and a vodka tonic. I'd never been to a bar that also served five star dishes, only Clove would know such a place. The waitress brought our drinks and I sipped my wine and watched them.

"So, how long do you two plan on keeping this from me?" I said with raised brow and motioning my index finger. Clover laughed and Xavier looked relieved.

"No one is keeping anything from you, we're just living in the moment." Clover began his conversation looking at me but ended it eyeing Xavier. They were adorable and I'm glad they both admitted to what I could see.

"Nyla, you're cool with it, right?" Xavier said as he took Clover's hand in his.

I felt like the Grinch with the smirk that I could feel stretch across my face. "They fucked." I thought to myself, men only show open affection once they get their dick deep.

"Yeah, I'm cool with it. I love you both. I'm glad you two have each other."

"And you!" They both said. We all laughed and the night was great. The food was delicious and the conversation was the perfect appetizer. They were happy and I was happy for them. We finished our dinner and we all stepped away to freshen up.

I felt a twinge of jealousy because my rendezvous have to remain a secret, by my own choosing. But they were basking in their newfound relationship and apparently, very sexy love life. A buzz came through my phone and the name on the screen sent a jolt straight to my pussy.

Heinrich: Good evening Nyla, I trust all is well. I have a gala to attend on Saturday, and I want you to accompany me. I'll send the car with what you'll be wearing, a day prior. REMEMBER THE RULES.

Nyla: Yes, Sir.

I slid back in the booth and squeezed the phone, while biting my lip. A Gala event? I was going to be accompanying him to an event, so it's true. Give a man good pussy, good head, and he will show you some affection.

Everything Heinrich does is for a reason. There must be something I'm going to learn while out with him. The butterflies were swarming and my pussy was salivating. It would only be a few days until we got to see our King. My pussy has been throbbing since I opened the text, the boys came back to the table hand and hand.

"I'm going to head home." I said, throwing my jacket on. Xavier looking puzzled "Is everything ok?" Clover shoots me a scowl very much like his brother, "Let me guess, mystery man?" Xavier and I glanced at each other. "He knows and I don't?" Clover said folding his arms and giving me a scowl.

"Goodnight! See you tomorrow." I said standing up to leave. "Let me get the check and we can head out." Clover said while signaling the waitress.

"No, you two stay and enjoy the night. Then go home and enjoy it." I said with a wink. "Love you, Ny!" Xavier called out behind me. "Love my brothers more!" I said while I headed out to grab a taxi.

I made it home and texted them that I had done so. I grabbed my laptop and decided I needed to learn more about Heinrich. I needed to know what I was getting into. "Heinrich Stark, who are you?" I said while typing into Google.

I wasn't sure what I hoped the internet could tell me that I didn't know. It told me he was wealthy, an investment banker. I already knew he was wealthy. He came from old money, but created his own. Clover let me in on that.

While looking at past event pictures, I noticed that there was a woman who appeared in many pictures, either alongside him or close by. A tall, thin, blonde woman with venomous green eyes. Always dressed rather glamorous, but still seemed rather plain. She wasn't the type of woman who stood out, she was more of a woman who faded into the background. Except when she was next to him, I hovered over her picture "Peyton Anne McGuire". I googled her and what popped up next sent me over the edge. A wedding photo, Peyton Anne McGuire is Heinrich's fucking wife.