Chapter 17

Heinrich

I don't usually cut my work day short, but this woman was getting under my skin. It unnerved me, and I couldn't explain why. I knew this arrangement between us had an expiration date, but in the meantime, I was going to savor every moment I could in her body. However, we needed to get some things straight. Usually, I don't stand for defiance, had she been anybody else she would've been cut loose. Whatever this feeling is that I have will go away eventually.

I'm riding in the back of my town, checking my blue leather strap, mechanical Royal Oak Tourbillon Audemars Piguet watch, making sure of the time. I go back and forth in my mind whether or not I should punish Nyla for leaving me at the gala last night. Ultimately, I decide not to because it was my fuck up, not hers. Doesn't mean I'll apologize for it though. She deserves a simple explanation about Peyton. That's all.

Christmas is coming up and I know I have to spend it with my family, but the next day until the day after New Year's? I will be spending it in the Seychelles. On a super yacht, with Nyla. But I'll tell her about that after we have a talk.

By the time I get up to my penthouse, I'm a little calmer. I was already pissed off at her for wearing another man's collar while she's mine. I don't want to collar her, but no man puts his own there because ALL of her belongs to me. Then to see her with the same man she had lunch with while I was gone? Infuriated wasn't even the word for me. What part of mine does she not understand? Doesn't matter because she will understand what I mean, and when I'm done that won't be an issue ever again.

It's too early for a drink, but fuck it. I've had a rather difficult day. I pour myself two fingers worth of my 1964 Glenlivet Scotch, and take a hefty drink. I let it burn through my throat, my chest, and stomach welcoming it. I take another look at my watch and it's 2:50. I then get a text from my driver informing me that Nyla's in the elevator. I stand at one with my forearm leaning on one of my windows, feeling like a king looking down on his kingdom. "My King." Nyla's name for me sent a simple chill through me.

I hear the ding of the elevator, so I look up. She looks like a delectable morsel ready to be devoured. She stands in between the walkway and the elevators with an irritated look on her face. "Okay, we'll do this the hard way I see." I thought to myself.

"Good afternoon. Thank you for being so prompt with coming on time. I trust your day went well?"

She huffed and said, "Honestly? No. I had a shitty night that spilled over into the morning. Thankfully, Clover was understanding enough to let me take a half day. So, I'm here. What would you like to discuss?"

Her response both pissed me off and turned me on. My dick was already hard as fucking stone with thinking of her and her delectable body. I made sure to hold my aloof composure, still by the window, with the glass in my hand. I'd rather be in my seat and her at my feet naked when we have this discussion, but I broke her trust and it was up to me to repair it.

"Please, have a seat." I offered. I walked over to my oversized leather chair, had a seat, threw my ankle over my knee and got comfortable. She apprehensively sashayed her way over to the couch across from me, sat down and crossed her legs.

"First let me say, I didn't get a chance to express how beautiful you were last night. Secondly, we hashed out whatever differences we had over your friend, so there's no need to bring that up. Finally, Peyton and I are not married anymore. I've still got a lot of love, respect and admiration for her. Our divorce just became final around the end of October, but we are still friendly towards one another." I gave her a moment to marinate on all of the information I just unloaded on her.

"If you have so much love and admiration for this woman, why did you even divorce? That baffles me." She said, looking truly puzzled.

"Short story? My sexual proclivities were the main problem. She didn't want to be owned. She played a part for me when I needed it. She's very vanilla, and that's fine but clearly I'm not." I answered.

I scooted forward in my chair and landed my eyes on here. "But how did you find out about Peyton? How did you know about her and what she looked like?" I was sure of the answer, but I want her to tell me. She clears her throat and fidgets with her hands in her lap.

"Well, I Googled you. I only knew bits and pieces of you, and wanted to know more about you." She blushed with the last part of her sentence.

It was quite frankly cute as fuck and that sent the second jolt to my dick since she'd arrived, less than 15 minutes ago.

"Did you try actually asking me? You can't always rely on Google." I growled at her, "Don't do it again. Or I will be VERY displeased."

She bows her head submissively and quietly whispers, "I apologize, my King."

I take her chin in between my thumb and forefinger, bringing her face up, "No need to apologize. We both fucked up. We've acknowledged those fuck ups and now we're moving on. Understood?"

"Yes, my King." She says huskily, and bites her lower lip.

My dick is so hard, it could poke a hole in my trousers. This woman is a Goddess in every right. Her submissive nature and her cunt are mine. She knows how to appease me and that itself is a turn on.

"One other thing. I'm going on vacation for a week the day after Christmas. You'll be accompanying me as well. We will be going to the Seychelles, islands off the coast of South West Africa. Do you have a passport?"

She slowly blinks her lids over those pale jade colored eyes, and says, "Yes sir," she pauses a moment thinking, then follows up, "I'm not sure how or what I will tell Clover, but I'm sure it can be arranged."

"Good girl. You know I wouldn't accept anything less than 'Yes sir' or 'Yes, my King'. Now as far as packing. Keep it down to one bag, being that you'll hardly be wearing any clothes anyway. Make sure you throw in a couple of dresses for dinner and maybe a couple of bathing suits. DO NOT pack any panties. Or your consequences will be dire."

She softly chuckles, "Yes sir. I remember the rules now." I move my hand from her chin and softly caress her face with the back of my hand and shudders.

I lean forward, and uncross her legs. I put my hand underneath her skirt, to indeed find her wet.

"Get up, walk to the windows, and face me, back to the window." I command.

My dick has made his point. I watch her plump and juicy ass switch from side to side, while she's walking. She does what she's told, and awaits patiently for my next command.

I follow suit walking to her; I undo my tie, so that I can use that as a bind. I tie the tie around her wrists, ensuring that I'm not cutting off her circulation. I unzip my pants, give my throbbing cock a few tugs, and she gazes down to watch with a bite to her bottom lip.

"Fuck Nyla, that ass is so fucking juicy. I can't wait to be the first to fuck it. Put your hands up and don't move them." She lets out a soft moan, letting me know that she wants it as well. I line up my dick to her opening and pound her just like I did last night.

"Shit. You're so fucking tight, even after all of this time. Your pussy is gripping my cock so hard." I lean forward as I'm pounding her to bite her shoulder. "You're mine, Nyla. And I'll mark you anyway I want. And right now, while my cock is inside of you, your juices on me, I want to mark your shoulder."

I put one hand on her throat and the other on the small of her back, bringing her body closer to me, still pounding her pussy. Fuck her cunt is something I've never experienced before.

I pull out and spin her around to face the glass and slam right back into her making her in turn scream. I kick her legs further apart so I can go deeper. With my hands on both of her hips, I bend her over. As I'm plowing her, I take one hand off her hip, and smack her juicy ass cheek so hard, I can see my hand print blooming a nice red.

I suck on my thumb to get it wet and then I stick it in the puckered hole. It's so tight, I groan and she moans loudly. I work my finger back and forth slowly until I'm in to the second knuckle.

Nyla gasps loudly, and I know she's close, fuck so am I. I slow my thrusts down and pull out just enough to tease her opening with just the head of my cock; I smack her other cheek for good measure and slam back into her. I leave her breathless, and I'm starting to see stars.

"Cum now, Nyla!" I yell, and as soon as I say that her cunt grips me so hard, my own orgasm starts. I pull out and paint my cum on her ass, on top of my hand prints.

When I'm done, I have to lean my hand on the windows so that I don't crush Nyla. Fuck, I needed that. Feeling depleted, I'm able to scrape up enough energy to put myself back in my pants, and sit back down in my chair. Nyla's still bent over holding onto the windows.

Damn, what a sight. And the artwork that I've painted on her is such a masterpiece. I know I can't leave her like that even though I would love to.

"You can go and clean yourself up. You know where the bathroom is. When you're done, come back and sit down." I say softly. She does as she's told; Nyla is like no other woman I've ever been with, she takes pleasure in this just as much as I do.

A few minutes later, she comes out refreshed with pink cheeks. She looks ethereal, otherworldly, and regal. She sits down, crosses her legs and waits for me. I look at her and say simply, "So, are we good? Clean slate?"

She nods, then says "Clean slate."

"Good. Have a Merry Christmas and I'll see you the day after." I get up with her and escort her to the elevators.

"Heinrich, you do the same." She gives me a small smile and gets on the elevator.

After the doors close, my phone rings. I fondly smile at it and answer, "Hello, Peyton. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"

"Good afternoon, Rich. I trust your day is going well. I was actually calling you to let you know that it was really good seeing you last night. I do hope to see you again. Have a Merry Christmas. I know you're going on your annual vacation for New Year's the day after, so I wanted to call and speak before you left." She says in a flirting manner.

"Well, thank you. That was awfully sweet of you. I hope you have a Merry Christmas as well. And I will see you soon. Take care of yourself." I hung up my phone, so ready for my vacation.