Chapter 18

Heinrich

It's been several days since I've fucked Nyla and I'm edgy. Spending Christmas with my family is always fun but it's also taxing, hence the annual vacations away from them. But this year was especially taxing with Clover in my ear raving about his "new gallery assistant" and her "mystery man". He was worse than a gossiping housewife, although it was intriguing to hear what Nyla would disclose to him.

I can say my brother has been radiating happiness as of late. I suspect it has something to do with a new man in his life. When he came out to my parents, it was a hard go for a while, to where they weren't speaking to each other for a long time.

Ultimately though, they came around and saw how pigheaded they were being. Me? I accepted him on the spot. Far be it for me to say what is "acceptable" sexually, I mean look at my sexual proclivities.

I knew when I first laid eyes on Nyla that I wanted to own her. I wanted to break her all the way down and build her back up. Who knew that a few weeks after officially meeting her, I'd be taking her with me on my trip? I just hope she doesn't read more into this than what this is. The moment she begins developing feelings is the moment this ends.

Right now at the moment, I'm waiting for her at my penthouse. I texted her Christmas Eve to let her know what time to be at my house so we can leave.

The quicker that we're on my friend's yacht in a different time zone, the quicker I can sink balls deep into her sweet cunt. Not that I won't on the private jet, because I will, but I have other depraved ideas in mind for her while we're on this vacation.

I check my watch again hoping she won't be late, although I wouldn't mind punishing her again.

"At least I broke her from defying my orders," I thought to myself.

As soon as I roll down my sleeve, I hear the elevators ding. "Good. You're here. Let's get going, the sooner we leave the better my mood becomes." I say gruffly.

"Well hello to you too, Heinrich. I trust your Christmas was enjoyable? Mine was okay, even though all I did was watch the 24 hr marathon of "A Christmas Story". It's my favorite movie, so it was good." She said with a small smirk.

I picked up her bag and said, "Well good. Let's get going. I'm ready for warm weather." We got in the town car and headed for Chicago O'Hare International Airport.

We arrived 45 minutes later, directly on the tarmac where the private jet I chartered was waiting for us. We got out and boarded the plane.

An average sized man walked into the cabin, he looked to be around his early 50s. He came up to shake my hand and said, "Evening, Mr. Stark. My name's Jonathon and I'll be your pilot for your trip. My co-pilot is Laura and your stewardess will be Gina. Please, don't hesitate to phone the cockpit should you have any questions or concerns."

I shook his hand back and offered a small smile, "Thank you, Jonathon. Could you inform Gina not to disturb me and my guest until she's called?"

"Yes, sir! We understand a man of stature needs his privacy. I will let Gina know to not disturb you under any circumstances." And with that he turns around and walks back into the cockpit.

The plane is a Boeing 737 BBJ private jet, and the interior is decorated with muted browns and chocolates. On one side in the front, it is lined with a sofa large enough to seat about 10 people, across the aisle it has 2 singular seats that revolve. In the middle, is a kitchen big enough to actually have all the amenities, and in the back is it's bedroom.

Before the doors close on the jet, a customs agent comes on board to check our passport credentials and tells us to have a safe flight. Once the agent gets off, Jonathon our captain does his on board check and informs us that it will be an 18hr flight, I think to myself, "Perfect. I can think of so many things to keep myself occupied during those 18hrs."

It'll be in the afternoon the next day when we arrive to the islands, so to avoid jet-lag, we'll need to go to sleep fairly early. But that didn't mean we won't get a chance to play.

I'm sitting in one of the singular chairs looking at some business investments in my phone and I just happen to glance over at Nyla, who's stretched out on the couch across from me. She's got a sketchbook and a charcoal pencil drawing something out, completely at peace.

"I never knew you were an actual artist." I say inquiring about what she's doing.

She looks up at me, smiles and says, "Aside from what my pussy feels and tastes like, there's a lot you don’t know about me."

I smirk, "Oh really? Like what in particular?" She's not entirely wrong, and I know that's because I've put a guard up. But I can't seem to care to be quite frank. I like not knowing certain things about her.

She looks up and says, "I'm from Chicago, but I moved to New York to pursue a career in art."

"That is rather interesting. Any other information you care to divulge?" I ask, not really wanting to know. She seems to pick up on this because she ends up answering, "No not really, at the moment."

She goes back to sketching, and her drawing piques my interest. But I won't pry. Her hands gracefully move as she sketches with a look on her face I've never seen on her. I'll give her a few hours before I do what I have planned to do to her.

My fingers itch for me to put them in between her legs. I'm addicted to her unique smell and taste, and it's time for me to get a hit. I delay playing with her for the moment because even though I'll be on vacation, it's a working vacation for me.

A few hours into the flight and my dick reminds me it's been a couple of days since any attention has been paid to him, and he's growing impatient.

I put my phone and laptop away and said to her in my commanding tone, "Nyla, come stand in front of me." She puts her sketchbook away in her bag, unfolds her legs, gets up and stands in front of me.

I sit on the edge of the chair and bring her body close to my nose. I take a deep inhale smelling her essence, and like a savage animal, I'm ready to fuck.

I reach into one of my bags nearby and pull out a metal anal plug that looks like a spade. She gasps, and then closes her mouth. I have to say her trust in me is so very intoxicating.

I say, "Goddess, I'm preparing you for what's to come on this trip. Now, I may not take your ass as soon as we get there, but make no mistake, I AM taking it. But I don't want to hurt you like that. So open that pretty mouth of yours."

She opens her mouth without looking away from me. I stick the never been used before anal plug in it and tell her to close.

When she closes her mouth, I go back into the same bag looking for lube. I find it, then say to her, "Turn around, bend over, hold onto the couch and keep your knees straight. Feet shoulder width apart, keep facing forward, and no matter what I do, keep sucking on that spade."

She knows there will be consequences if she doesn't comply with the order, so there's no need for me to repeat the rules. I lift her tight skirt up with little resistance, "Fuck. She's wearing garters again." I think to myself, just ready to bring her down on my leaking cock. "Focus on the task at hand Heinrich. It'll all be worth it."

I softly graze my hand across her soft and plump ass. I give one cheek a hard smack and she jumps. She rises on the balls of her feet, moan, then lands back flat on her feet. I give 3 more hard smacks in rapid succession, careful to not hit the same spot twice. Her ass is a nice glowing pink where I've spanked her, blooming with my hand print.

I spread her cheeks, and see where her taut hole is taunting me. The fact that I will be marking my territory where no man has been before is so very alluring.

At this point, my hard rock dick is leaking with precum, but I ignore it so that I can focus on what I'm doing. First, I bring my face forward and take a quick swipe with my tongue across the puckered opening, and she moans so loudly, I think she's going to drop the spade.

"Nyla, don't drop it, or everything I'm doing and have planned stops." I warn. She mumbles something behind her closed lips, but she secures the plug in her mouth. I continue with my ministrations to her asshole.

I stiffen my tongue and plunge forward, tongue fucking her tight hole; she screams with her mouth closed. I flip the top of the bottle of lube and put a generous coat on my forefinger and then pour some down her crack.

"Goddess, I'm going to put my finger in first. When I push my finger in, I want you to relax your body, then push out. It'll be easier if you don't resist. Do you understand?" I instruct.

She nods her head up and down, since she has the plug in her mouth, I'll allow a nonverbal consent. "Take a deep breath."

I begin to push my finger in her hole, fighting that taut ring of muscle. Nyla goes back up on the balls of her feet instinctively, and I'm petting her as if she's a spooked horse.

"Shhh Goddess. Remember, try to relax your body and push out." She goes back flat on her feet and I only have the tip of my finger in. I've used enough lube that I'll be able to glide back and forth once her muscle gives.

Once she makes her body relax, I go forward to the first knuckle. Not wanting to really overwhelm her, I pull back to the tip. I continue going back and forth for a beat until finally, her muscle gives and relaxes.

I push my finger all the way to the second knuckle. I'm so fucking hard watching her hole stretch around my finger, knowing it'll do the same around my cock. When I pull my forefinger out to the tip, I add my middle finger. I like to give pain but I never want it to not be pleasurable.

Nyla's moaning and struggling to keep the plug in her mouth while I continue to prep her with my fingers. With them still in her ass, I reach around to her face and say, "Okay, Goddess. Give me the plug."

I pluck the spade from her mouth and place it at her opening. I pour some more lube in the crack of her ass and slowly begin pushing the plug in her hole. It's considerably bigger than my fingers, but not bigger than my cock.

Meanwhile, Nyla is scratching at the couch on the jet, squirming, and I can smell her inviting arousal. I find her pulsating bundle of nerves, apply some pressure and she gasps loudly. "Tell me what you feel beautiful." I say to her hoarsely.

She takes a moment to catch her breath and answers, "I feel full. It hurt at first, but now there's like an itch underneath my skin that I can't scratch. It feels so good, I'm on the edge of an orgasm. Oh please Heinrich, may I cum?" She asks huskily.

I give a small chuckle and say, "No, not yet Nyla. There's a few things that need to happen first." At the same time that I say that, I finally push the plug all the way while rubbing her clit.

And the results of my actions have Nyla completely at my mercy now, squirming fiercely. I smack her ass one more time for my pleasure and tell her, "Okay Goddess, get up and turn around."

Gingerly, she gets up. Her body is trying to adjust to the foreign object firmly seated in her ass. She turns around with sweat dotted along her hairline and brow and she is biting her lip. Fuck, that's sexy as hell. Her mouth is always telling of how she feels and right now she's so aroused that anything I say goes. And I love that.

"Undo my pants, take me out, get on your knees and open your mouth. Hands behind your back."

I reach into my bag, pull out a blindfold and wrap it around her head. Before she puts her mouth on me, I ask, "What's your safe word, Goddess?"

She licks her lips in the sexiest fashion and then says "Basquiat."

"I won't bind your hands, so in the event that you can't speak, you snap and this stops. Understood?"

"Yes, my King."

I trace her lips with my cock and then I shove myself into her mouth. I start my rhythm off slow for the first couple of passes and then I pick up the pace, like I'm a man on a mission. I rock my hips at a steady pace while I reach down and pinch her nipples.

Nyla's a wet sloppy mess beneath me. Spit falling out of her mouth, sweat dotted along her brow and hairline, and I know her sweet cunt is just begging for some attention. But she eats at my cock like a pro no matter how hard I fuck her mouth.

I feel my orgasm at the base of my spine and it works its way through to my balls. Next thing I know, I'm cuming with a roar and just to make it extra sloppy, not only do I come in her mouth, I come all over her face. I gather what little energy I do have, untie her blindfold, and say, "Lie back on the couch and using your hands, hold your legs open at the knees."

I tuck myself back into my pants and get on my knees while she's on the couch waiting to see what I'm going to do next. The question is on her face but she doesn't ask it. With a devilish smirk, I pinch her clit and she screams from the bottom of her lungs.

While she's distracted with her scream, I plunge forward and tongue fuck her pussy. Her screams turn into moans and groans. The taste of her has become my favorite flavor.