Chapter 19

Heinrich

"Please Heinrich. King. Please, let me cum sir." She moans. "Please." Her hand slips, but she immediately recovers it and places it back to the knee it slipped from. I take a swipe at her swollen clit softly with my tongue and suckle at it before I go in for the kill.

I lull her into a false sense of security and then I bite it, and then she's cuming. This time she's screaming in the back of her throat with her mouth closed, seeming to remember that we aren't alone.

I pull the plug out of her ass tenderly as her body spasms almost into full convulsions.

"Oh my God. That was sheer torture." Nyla says as she tries to catch her breath. I stand up and straighten my clothes.

"I take it you've never had sex on a plane before?"

"No. Before you, the only place that was 'acceptable' to have sex was in the bed."

"Well, welcome to the mile high club. You can go freshen up in the bathroom. It's best we try to get on Seychelle's time, so you might want to go to sleep." I say to her not really paying any more attention to her. She must've gotten the message because she straightens her clothes as best she can and goes to the back.

Unfortunately, my dick didn't get the memo because even though he came once already, he was ready to go again; in Nyla's sweet, hot and tight cunt, her fresh ass, her wicked mouth. He wanted to paint his colors all over her blank canvas. "Later." I think to myself, ready to go back to work.

Eighteen long hours later, we landed in the Seychelles on a private air strip. Even though both of us slept on the plane, my body hadn't quite got used to the time change.

After the customs' agent gets on the plane to check our passports, we're able to get off the plane. Awaiting us is a young African man with a French accent.

"Bonjour monsieur et madame. My name is Pierre and I have the privilege of escorting you to your yacht during your stay. Please feel free to contact me should you have any concerns or requests while you are here. Bienvenue a la Seychelles!" Pierre says as he's collecting our bags at the foot of the stairs of the jet and placing them in the trunk. When he finishes, he opens Nyla's door.

Forty five minutes later we arrive at the dock that's housing the 243ft long Superyacht Cloud 9. As Pierre was collecting our bags, an older, average sized gentleman came out on the deck to greet us.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Stark! Welcome aboard. My name is Junior and I'll be your concierge here on the yacht. We have a small staff of 10 here on board to assist you with your needs. Will you be eating here or going to a restaurant tonight?"

"I think my guest and I will be eating out on the deck this evening. Once the dinner is finished, you can dismiss yourselves for the evening. We are not to be disturbed."

"Ah, yes sir. Please don't hesitate to call any of the staff at any time. Our quarters are below." Junior and I shook hands, and he proceeded to direct Pierre where to put our bags.

I glance at Nyla taking in the sights of the clear blue water. The ocean was so clear you could see 50ft or so straight down. The beaches had fine white sand, big granite boulders, and was surrounded by a reef.

I watched her take it all in and yes the sights were breathtaking, but they paled in comparison with the sight that was before my very eyes. I can appreciate beauty in all forms, but nothing could hold a candle to Nyla. I looked away from her, uncomfortable with the line of thoughts my mind was wandering to.

I cleared my throat and said, "Go rest, and we'll have dinner in a few hours. Let's say around 7:00 p.m?"

She looks at me and replies, "Yeah. I didn't get much sleep on the plane. I was too excited to get here."

"Yeah, I didn't sleep much either. So I'll see you at 7:00. You and I have much to discuss at dinner. Come with me, we'll ask Junior where your room is."

She gives me an affronted look, "My room? Are we not sleeping together in the same bed?"

I roll my eyes and take a deep breath trying to reign my temper in. "No, Nyla. We aren't. That first night just happened. I don't usually share my bed and I don't intend to start. Just because I brought you on vacation with me doesn't mean things have changed."

Nyla rolls her eyes and sucks her teeth, "Whatever Heinrich. This is your world, and I'm just living in it." She walks past me, "Don't worry about finding Junior, I'm capable of doing it on my own. I wouldn't want you going out of your way." She disappears inside the yacht and I'm left alone with my contemplative thoughts.

A part of me wouldn't mind sleeping with her in the same bed as me. Hell we did the first time we fucked, but it seems way too intimate for my tastes. The other part of me enjoys being in the bed alone, not having to worry about who sleeps on which side.

I get up from my deck chair and head inside to look for my room. I've been on this yacht only a handful of times, but I know where everything is located.

One of my clients was generous enough to allow me to use their yacht. It also doesn't hurt that they've the same sexual interests as I have.

The yacht itself has 5 levels. The master bedroom is on the 4th level from the bottom. The bedroom houses a California King sized bed, a desk, a full sized seating area, a bathroom that could house a tiny apartment and a balcony.

Because I want Nyla at my disposal, her room was the only other room on this level. There were 9 other rooms with en suite bathrooms on the other levels and one room in particular that was directly below the master bedroom. Each room had a theme of colors. The room I was sleeping in had hues of blue and cream. I took a look around the room and thought to myself, "This room looks comfortable enough for a king."

Several hours passed, and it was time to eat. I walked to Nyla's room and opened the door. I could've knocked to see if she was decent but I really didn't care.

"Nyla? It's time for dinner and we've got a lot to discuss." I said loudly.

She steps out of the bathroom with a blue halter dress that looks like a 2 piece top and skirt, but it's all connected and the ties wrap around her open midriff. The skirt of the dress reaches her ankle with a split all the way up to her mid thigh. The color of blue against her soft silky skin reminded me of the blue blindfold I had in my bag waiting to be used.

"Okay, I'll be just a moment."

I looked at my watch and said, "I'll be out on the deck below. DON'T keep me waiting." I warn. I turned around and walked out of her room knowing that if I didn't leave, we wouldn't be eating dinner at all.

A few moments later, Nyla comes sashaying on the deck with her full round ass, biting her lip. If I were a sentimental man, I'd tell her how ethereal she looks wearing her blue dress underneath a starry sky, but I'm not, so I keep my mouth shut, and give her a tight smile.

When she reaches me, I pull her chair out for her to sit. I'm not a complete Neanderthal, I have manners. I just don't like to use them.

"Any particular drink tonight?" I ask like a gentleman should.

She gives an unsure look, "How about you choose for me?"

I smile sharply at her, "I won't ask again. I'm asking because there are some things we have to get clear tonight before moving forward and I want us to have full clarity."

Both of her eyebrows go up into her hairline, "Well in that case, let me skip the wine and go straight for the hard stuff since we won't be pulling any punches. Give me a double of what you're having."

I go to the bar and grab 2 double old fashion glasses and pour us both two fingers worth of my favorite scotch. When I return to the table, our salads have been served. I take the seat across from her needing to look her eye to eye.

"I'm giving you this one chance to ask me whatever is on your mind." I honestly say. "This arrangement only works between us if we're both open and honest with each other."

She takes a hefty sip of her drink and coughs as it goes down. She looks me dead in the eye and says, "Maybe you should be telling yourself that. I've been open and honest with everything. Down to the choker my ex gave me. It's you that hasn't been so forthcoming with information."

I feel my irritation growing, but she's not wrong. "Which is why I'm giving you the opportunity to ask me whatever you want to know. No holds barred."

She thinks for a moment then proceeds, "Okay, I'd like to know more about you and Peyton without having to use Google. How'd you meet? How long had you two dated before getting married? How long were you married?"

"Okay, I wasn't exactly expecting all of those questions so rapidly." I thought to myself. I took a sip, and took a deep breath. "Peyton and I actually met freshman year of college. We became friends at first, but it grew into something more pretty quickly. I was her first, but she wasn't mine. We dated throughout college, and when we graduated, as a gift, I asked her to marry me. We waited a couple of years before actually tying the knot, because even though my family is pretty wealthy, I wanted to make my own way. We stayed married about 5 years, and as I previously mentioned, we just recently divorced."

"You guys must've been heavily in love to be together for so long. I just can't imagine it coming to an end simply because your sexual needs weren't compatible. She had to have known you weren't going to change your ways for her."

"Actually, I did for a while. I tried being simply vanilla for her just as she tried being my submissive for me. And while it may have worked for a time, neither of us were completely happy 'playing at something' solely for the other person. Hence why our split was amicable. Sex is a MAJOR factor for me. I like to dominate and have control. If we were compatible in that aspect, we'd still be together. I want you to understand something Nyla. You and I? While we are sexually exclusive, there is no commitment between us and there never will be."

"In which you have stated, explicitly so. Which brings me to my next question: since there is no commitment between us, why does me being with Aberto bother you so much? He enjoys my company and I honestly enjoy his."

"It doesn't bother me in the sense you're thinking. I own you. Plain and simple. Now if you were to ask beforehand, it wouldn't be a problem."

She purses her lips together as though to stop herself from a smart remark, then she grits her teeth.

"These were the terms you agreed to Nyla. Let me know now, is that a problem for you? You know what you have to say to end this."

"No. It's not a problem. I knew the terms when I agreed. Since we're on the subject of Aberto, he's asked me out on a date. Will that be a problem?"

I wanted to act like a brat, throw a tantrum and tell her no. Another man may not play with my new favorite toy, but that would actually contradict what I just said. So instead I resolutely said, "No. We aren't dating so that won't be an issue, but remember who you belong to."

"How can I forget."

I pick up my glass to take another sip of my scotch and she proceeds to do the same. "Now that we are speaking of other men. There's a few questions I have for you in regards to both Mr. Barbosa and your ex. First, do you have any other jewelry like your collar from your ex?"

She shakes her head first, then says, "Like the collar? No."

"Okay, next question, are there any limits you have? Not that I care either way, just curious."

"I'm not sure what you mean by 'limits' but I want to please you, so my answer will be no."

I smile, "Good girl, good answer."

The conversation seems to flow between us while we eat. We talk about her upbringing in Chicago, her being an only child, her father raising her to her migration to New York. By the time it's time for dessert, it's late in the evening.

She wipes the corner of her mouth with the napkin and gives me a look I can't identify.

"What is it Nyla? You've got something on your mind."

She smiles at me and says, "I'd like to do something for you if that's okay. A surprise of sorts."

I nod my head and wave my hand in front of her as to say, "You have the floor." This should be interesting.