Chapter 15

Nyla

I'd spent just about all day preparing for my night with Heinrich. My hair in a beautiful elegant chignon bun, I wanted to keep the focus on the 3 ct pearl blue sapphire earrings. A gift from Heinrich along with my sapphire blue dress. The long sleeved sapphire trumpet style dress, was custom made just for me. The dress was a second skin, hugging my breast and showing my curvy hips before flowing down to a beautiful train.

The back with its two straps that formed an X, and I was all skin until right above my round peach of an ass could be exposed. We both loved that part of my body. I completed my look with a pair of gold wing Guiseppe Zanottis to match the earrings from my King.

My makeup was done to compliment my honey skin tone, golds and neutrals were used except for my lips. I fell in love with Yves Saint Laurent rust red lipstick.

I was standing in the hall fully dressed; it had been a few days since I found out Heinrich has a wife. With all of his dominance had he had her agree to him seeing other women? Was his penthouse's sole purpose for him to bring women there and fuck life into them? I had just gotten out of a relationship with a man who cheated on me, and now I'm the other woman?

Life is really fucked up. I was only going because I didn't want him to be alone and I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to get fucked one last time. Biggest reason was, I could feel the punishment I would receive for not showing. My mind is so fucked right now. "Ding!" The elevator chimed breaking my inner monologue.

I exited the elevator just as the limo approached, Christian held the door for me in the bitter December night. I was going to play my part for tonight, and then I was out of this.

Fuck it! No dick no matter how good it looks, feel, taste, or fucks my cunt mercilessly- I forgot where I was going with this. Because he was standing outside the limousine with a dark grey Zegna tuxedo, with his legs apart exuding power.

He stood with one hand in his pocket while the other rested at his side. His gaze was intense, I was frozen in place, I wasn't sure if I was to crawl to him or walk. Even on this bitterly cold night he was on fire and like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to him. He even made the sidewalk his throne.

"Goddess." He said in his sultry baritone voice.

"Sir." I said as he looked at me like I was his meal for the evening. My body instantly reacted to those platinum seductive eyes. I wanted to be his meal. I hope to all hell this dress is stain resistant.

We entered the limo and soon after the door closed behind us. Sitting across from him, I gazed out the window to keep my mind where she should be. You're mad at him, Nyla! He has a wife. Now, if only my body would cooperate. We'd be in business.

"Goddess." He says in his masterpiece of a voice.

"Yes, Sir?" I said with an inquisitive look, a simple act of defiance. His look turned stern, almost cold and I immediately fixed my posture and bowed my head.

"Nyla, come." He said with his legs spread wide open.

My pussy was throbbing at the command, I wish I could slap some sense into her. But she'd become so filthy she would like it. I did as I was told, bowing to my King on my knees in a $15,000 dress.

He took his time examining me. I felt his eyes and their heat on my body. As I bowed between his legs, I could see his cock was nice and hard, my mouth watered at the filthy thought of sucking his cock in the limo.

Finally lifting my chin with his index finger and thumb. His eyes trailed down to my gold diamond encrusted choker. I was right he would like it.

"Where did you get this collar?" I trailed my hand up to his and touched the choker.

"This is a choker, Sir." I said in my most submissive voice. He looked at me as if I was testing his patience.

"Where did you get it from?" he growled.

"I got it for my birthday last year." I took my eyes from his and looked at what I hoped I could have, his cock. But something tells me I wouldn't be fulfilling this fantasy, at least not today.

"Eyes on me Nyla." Just like that, they were back to his. "Who gave it to you?" he said impatiently.

All my jewelry came from one person, and in this moment I wished to god I had given it away; sold it, pawned it or something, but I had done none of those. I kept them all. Not as a reminder but I looked at them as a debt he owed me.

"Sullivan." I said hastily. He waited for the rest. "My ex-boyfriend." At that moment, Heinrich's face turned pure murderous.

"Take it off. You belong to no one, BUT me!" He demanded.

I simply obeyed the command. It turned me on in a sense that he could feel a modicum of jealousy over something as simple as a piece of jewelry.

"Did you obey the rules?" Heinrich's eyes turned into a beautiful melting metallic platinum.

"Yes, my King." Feeling wet and empty was an understatement, but I waited to see what he was going to say or do.

I hated how my body instantly obeyed his commands, when my mind knew alarming information. But I put that in the recesses of my mind for now; waiting to see how this unfolds.

We arrived and I felt like we were at the Met Gala. We stopped at coat check and proceeded down the red carpet. This place screamed luxury.

Walking the red carpet the cameras were flashing from just about every angle. There was an abundance of beautiful people everywhere, I knew no one.

I'd be clinging to Heinrich like the last of Beluga Caviar. "Stay close to me." Heinrich said in my ear. That wasn't going to be a problem.

We walked side by side with his electric hands on the small of my back. That has to be one of my favorite things about him, his huge hands and how they set my skin on fire, with the slightest touch.

We walked through the crowd and he greeted so many people. He actually made me feel like more than an accessory. He boasted on his beautiful date and the men couldn't get enough of his golden skinned beauty.

"Goddess, would you like some champagne?" Heinrich said with his hand still resting on my back and his mouth so close to my ear I could feel his lips, as he spoke.

"Yes, please."

"Excuse us gentlemen." He said before whisking me off to find our table and one of the classic attired waiters passed us with a tray full of champagne glasses.

I was taken aback when I saw Aberto walking towards us. He gave us his exotic smile and when he reached us, with a swift scope had my hand to his mouth. Heinrich stiffened next to me, and his face was as hard as stone.

"Boa noite linda! Nyla don't you look stunning. This is such a surprise to see you here." Aberto exclaimed. I could tell the words he was saying were so genuine because his smile reached all the way to his eyes.

"Good evening, Aberto. It's nice to see you as well. Aberto, this is Heinrich Stark. Heinrich, this is Aberto Barbosa. He's a client from the gallery. I'm escorting Heinrich tonight." I said not wanting to endure anymore punishments anytime soon.

Aberto looking a little disappointed, sized Heinrich up, extended a hand, and said coolly in his thick accent, "Well, hello Mr. Stark. It's nice to meet you. I do hope you are treating Ms. Carlisle here like the rainha she is."

Heinrich put his hand out, giving Aberto a firm handshake. "Good evening, Mr. Barbosa. I actually know of you since we run in the same circles. And what I do with Nyla is quite frankly none of your business." He said with a firm voice.

I needed to de-escalate the situation and quickly. "Aberto, let's go get a drink and talk about possibly purchasing more pieces from the gallery."

I could tell Heinrich was extremely displeased with me and how things were going, but quite frankly I was still salty not knowing about his wife. I needed to move Aberto from Heinrich and I needed a breather.

Aberto took my hand, put it in the cradle of his arm and led me to the bar. I could feel Heinrich's eyes on me, watching me, my interactions, and my every move.

"Nyla, I know you're here escorting him tonight, but I was wondering. Allow me to take you on a proper date. I promise I'll be a gentleman the whole time. I won't disappoint you. I promise." Aberto pleaded. His eyes were so captivating, how could I decline?

"Sure Aberto, and I know you won't disappoint me. I genuinely appreciate and enjoy your company. Why don't I give you my personal number and you can call me with the details?" I tried to wrap this up before Heinrich came over. Not a nanosecond later I recited the last number to Aberto, Heinrich came over fuming.

"Nyla, if you're done with your acquaintance, I want a word." he bit off. He placed his strong hand on the small of my back, and I gave Aberto an apologetic look and smiled.

Aberto grabbed my hand and gave it a lingering kiss and said, "Until next time beautiful..."

Heinrich steered me down a deserted hall and into an empty staging room. Angrily he said, "Whom do you belong to?"

As submissively as I could, I answered "You, my King."

Heinrich took a step forward, I took a step back. He stalked me like this until my back hit the wall. The look of lust in his eyes was unmistakable.

He gathered the skirt of my dress up, and shoved his hand in between my legs, instantly my body reacted and got wet. "God he's trained my body well. It's like Pavlov's dog and the bell." I thought to myself.

He unwrapped the pants of his expensive tuxedo and pulled out his dick. He grabbed my leg by the knee ensuring he gave himself enough room.

He placed my knee on his hip and growled, "Do NOT move that fucking knee. If you do, your consequences will be substantial. You keep your eyes on mine AT ALL times."

He lined up his pulsating cock to my opening and slammed brutally into me. I was already wet so it was easy for him to slide all the way home. His thrusts were savage, frantic and uncontrolled. He placed his hands on my throat and applied light pressure to my airway.

"You wear one man's collar tonight, and then openly flirt with another man in front of me, but I'm the one balls deep inside of you. Remember that Nyla. REMEMBER. WHO. OWNS. YOU." He said punctuating that last part with each thrust.

I managed to make a coherent thought and words, and simply said "Yes, my King." Through the feeling of ecstasy, my eyes started to flutter. He applied a little more pressure on my throat.


"KEEP. THOSE. FUCKING. EYES. ON. ME!" He grunted. If I couldn't tell how mad he was before, I could definitely tell now.

Heinrich was a savage animal in between my legs and my orgasm was going to be explosive. He took one hand off my throat and put it between us, and started ruthlessly rubbing my clit.

"We've got no time to waste, cum now Nyla." Everything became a chain reaction. I looked into his cool silver eyes and put a hand over my mouth to mute the screaming moan that was about to escape and came like a mounting wave in a hurricane.

He gave a few more thrusts and he came inside of me with a muted groan. Jet after jet, with his hot cum searing my womb.

He slowly pulled out of me and watched some of his cum drip onto my thigh. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped himself clean, and then tucked his still hard dick back into his pants. Heinrich buttoned them up, and then concentrated on cleaning my thigh where it had spilled.

The tension in the air was thicker than San Francisco's fog. "You will NOT clean yourself. You will wear my cum inside of you for the rest of the evening and you will remain by my side." Heinrich said coolly.

I felt my temper rising. "Heinrich, the only reason why I even engaged with Aberto was because he's friendly and he's a client. I will not jeopardize ANY of the gallery's clients. Not for you, me, ANYONE. Like you said, 'I'm yours. I'm here with YOU.' No one else." We fixed our clothes as best as possible, and I checked my makeup my compact before we left the room.

Heinrich seemed less frustrated but still very intense. He again placed a heavy palm on my lower back effortlessly exuding his power.

When we got back to our table, he pulled my chair out for me to sit, which seemed odd to me because Heinrich didn't strike me as the type to be chivalrous. But I happily accepted, and sat.

When we needed refills for our drinks, he offered to go to the bar. After the raw fucking we'd just had, my nerves were still on edge and I couldn't figure out why.

After enough time to pass, I started to look around the ballroom, wondering where he was. What caught my attention, had set my teeth on edge.

Not only did Heinrich NOT have our drinks, he was standing and laughing with another woman! "Oh no the fuck he didn't!" I thought to myself.

It wasn't just any random woman, it was HER. Peyton fucking McGuire. What hurt me the most was watching his interactions with her. He seemed warmer and genuinely happy. He had his hand on the small of her back, he was actually smiling and he placed a kiss at her temple.

Her creamy skin immediately began glowing the more he stood next to her. She works a pale blue dress that stopped at her ankle and did nothing for her shape. The dress was so plain except for the sleeves. Her sleeves were adorned with what looked like feathers surrounding her, it was to make her look angelic.

I watched his body language so calm, nothing like the dominant that had just savagely fucked me just minutes before. I bet she wouldn't be so joyous if she knew his cock was just in my honeyed pussy.