Chapter 21

Nyla

Suddenly getting a chill, I put my arms around myself and headed to my room. Refusing to allow this man make me feel regret or less than myself, I shower in the huge standalone shower. I towel off, moisturize and go lay in the bed and because of the jet lag, time difference, the amazing orgasm and hot shower, sleep takes me over almost immediately.

The next day, I wake up with a text on my phone from an unknown number:

UNKNOWN: Good morning Nyla, I know that you probably don’t want to hear from me. But please understand, I’m reaching out to you in hopes that someday you’ll actually respond. I want to express to you how fucking sorry I am for everything and if given the chance, I’ll show you. I just wanted to say Merry belated Christmas and Happy New Year to you. I love you, baby. -Sullivan

“Well, when it rains it pours doesn’t it?” I thought to myself. Now, had Heinrich not dismissed me so coldly last night, I wouldn’t even entertain the thought of responding. But this man had me so severely in my feelings. No matter what happens, this is something that I won’t tell Heinrich, consequences be damned.

ME: Good morning Sullivan. I trust all is well on your end. I appreciate you sending me your apology, maybe in time we can become friends again. Please respect that I need some time for my heart to heal. Happy New Year to you. -Nyla

I got up and dressed; I didn’t know what Heinrich had planned for us, if he had anything planned at all. I know he said that this was a working vacation for him, I just didn’t know how much he had planned to work. I opened my door and looked down the hallway. His room door was open and no one was inside. On my way to the top deck, I ran into one of the employees of the yacht.

“Good afternoon! Is Mr. Stark around or available, do you know?” I asked the young girl.

“Hi, Madam. Not to my knowledge. I believe he’s in the office on the lower deck. He told Junior that he was not to be disturbed at all. No exceptions.”

“Well, when he closes himself off, he REALLY closes up.” I thought to myself. I gave the woman a small smile and simply asked, “Well, is it okay to get something to eat?” She nodded her head, and led the way.

Determined not to feel salty about how coldly I was dismissed the night before, I was able to eat an exquisite brunch and drank mimosas.

I wanted to text Molly just to see how things were going on her end. It had been a few days since speaking with her and I felt off, but with the time difference and everything that’s been going on with Heinrich, I decided not to. I would see her soon enough anyway.

I must’ve fallen asleep on the top deck because next thing I know, I woke up to a shadow over me. Heinrich looked delectable in his semi casual wear and I wanted to take them off with my teeth.

“How long have you been standing here?” I asked groggily.

“Long enough to know that I’ve concluded my business for the day and now I’m ready to play.” He said devilishly in his silky smooth voice, “Follow me.”

I guess someone forgot to remind my pussy how quickly he dismissed us last night because like jump starting a car battery, those two words ignited my arousal. I got up and followed him inside and down to the lower deck.

We stopped in front of a room that had double black doors. Considering the rest of the rooms had white room doors, this definitely piqued my interest.

Before opening either door, Heinrich turns around and says to me, “Strip and leave your clothes on the floor here.” I quirk up my eyebrow to him but not saying anything further. I methodically remove my clothes without breaking eye contact with Heinrich, piece by piece slowly, ensuring to take my time.

If I wasn’t sure how my body made him feel, the tent in his pants and the look of lust blazing in his eye surely told me exactly how he felt. That sent a spark of confidence through me, and my ego needed it after last night.

When I was finally naked, he opened the door and I gasped. The room was bigger than his suite and mine put together. The room was painted a dark black and the furniture was accented with gold and red.

The first thing that came to mind when stepping in this room was SEX, and not just sweet sensual sex. It was raw, raunchy, unconventional fucking. It described perfectly what Heinrich and I had.

In the center was a bed big enough to fit a party of 5 with red silk sheets and the bed posts each had a large brass ring at the top. Along the far wall was a wooden cross that looked exactly like the one I saw the night I met Heinrich.

Beside the bed was an 18 gentleman’s chest drawer taller than me. Next to that was a bench that was about waist high and 2 poles with loops that looked as if you could tether something or someone to them. And finally, next to the cross was a rack filled with paddles, crops, belts varying in width, whips and floggers.

Stepping into the room and onto the plush carpet, I waited patiently for Heinrich’s instructions. He walked over to the chest and went to the drawers immediately grabbing the items he needed.

I couldn’t exactly see all that he had as he had his back to me. But a part of me didn’t want to. He’d tell me if he wanted me to know, if I don’t trust Heinrich with anything else, I know I can trust he’ll make me feel good with my orgasms.

He turns around and strategically lays out all of his items neatly beside each other. I see a fresh anal plug bigger than the one he used on the jet (still in its original packaging), a bottle of lube, some sort of silk rope, and a blindfold.

He walks over to the rack and picks up a crop that resembles the one he used on me for my punishment. “Well this should get interesting,” I thought to myself.

Heinrich turns, faces me and says while extending an arm, “Come here and stand in front of me.” Without hesitation, I strutted over to him. He turns me around to face away from him, kisses the back of my neck and whispers in my ear, “What’s your safe word, Goddess?”

I shudder and suppress a moan. “Basquiat.” The cold air mixed with his fiery touch was such a contrast I didn’t know if I wanted to cower away from his touch or beg him not to stop.

“Good Goddess. This is going to be intense because I plan to take ALL of you tonight.” His breath scorched me down to my very core, this time I did shudder.

“I’m not going to tell you what I’m going to do tonight because I don’t want to ruin the element of surprise, but I did want to tell you that, so that you could mentally prepare.”

He picked up the blindfold and covered my eyes. They say when one of your senses is impaired or taken away, all of your other ones are heightened. Immediately, my sense of hearing, smell and touch were all raised.

Heinrich led me over to the bed and bent me over it. I heard the crinkle of the wrapping of the plug and him pop the flip top open on the bottle. I was anxious, excited and aroused; I knew that if I truly wanted to enjoy what levels of ecstasy he would take me to, I needed to relax.

He spread my legs wider than what they already were, and felt the cool liquid of the lube in between my cheeks.

“Fuck Goddess, if only you could see what I can from the angle I’m seeing it. I’m hard as fucking granite just knowing where I’ll end up tonight and knowing that no man has ever been there before. And don’t expect me to be gentle just because this will be your first time.”

When the lube hit my puckered hole, I took a deep inhale, and instantly grew impossibly wetter. Just as before, he slid his finger in up to the first knuckle and again I had to remind myself to relax and push out as he pushes in.

He glides his finger back and forth, then he proceeds to add a second. It’s still a little painful, but that pain turns into such a euphoric pleasure that I want to forever chase this feeling.

He pulls his fingers out and instantly I’m feeling bereft and empty, but the cool touch of the silicone plug is at my opening and I know what’s next.

“Relax, Goddess. I don’t want it to hurt you.” Heinrich says from behind me. As the plug invades my hole, he’s rubbing my clit so that I don’t tense up from the plug. I’m trying not to squirm but it’s hard not to because then that means my sole focus and attention is all on my core.

I feel as though I’m getting ready to come from Heinrich applying pressure to my clit, but just as I do, the plug is in all the way to the hilt, and he pulls his hand away. I groan in frustration realizing my mistake.

Heinrich chuckles, and says, “It’s okay. I didn’t say you couldn’t make any noise this time. In fact, I encourage it seeing as though you’ll be screaming my name several times over before I’m done.” He smacks my ass and I jump.

I have a love/hate relationship going on with this blindfold. I never know what Heinrich plans to do, which I love, but because he switches up on me so much, I hate that he’s limited my sight.

He stands me up and leads me over to what I assume is the bench. He bends me over, binds my wrists, and ties them to each pole. He drags the small leather loop end of the crop down the middle of my spine. I’m essentially at this man’s mercy and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m ready for him to break me all the way down and put me back together piece by piece with his dominance.

He begins teasing me with light, soft touches of the crop, first at my hip, then at my shoulder and lastly at the crease of where my ass and thighs meet. Then he kicks my feet apart, and I feel him kneel.

It unnerves me that the only thing I can hear are his movements and his breathing. He spreads me at my labia and I feel the velvet of his tongue across my clit, instantly I moan. I ball my hands up because I want more; he’s so good at eating my cunt, I never want him to stop.

And just like that, the halted orgasm from just a few moments ago, roars back to life as though the momentum hadn’t ever stopped. He flicks his tongue over my clit a couple of more times, and then I feel a pinch. I jump forgetting that I’m tied up to the bench and scream from the top of my lungs.

Heinrich gives a cruel chuckle, “Where are you going Goddess? Tonight you’re all mine and at my disposal. Shhh, it may hurt now, but I promise you’ll explode later.”

Trying to breathe through my nose, “What the fuck is that?”

“It’s a clit clamp, and if you’re a good Goddess, I’ll take it off when the time is right.” And with that he gives my pussy a hard smack with crop and in turn, I grow wet.

“You can make as much noise as you want. Scream, holler, growl, whatever you need, but you aren’t to cum until I instruct you to do so. Am I clear, Nyla?”

“Yes, King.” is all I manage to get out. This is definitely going to take some concentration, seeing as how I’m already there.

Heinrich replies smugly, “Good, Goddess. So good in fact, you may have one now.” He takes the handle of the crop and sticks it in my swollen cunt. I’m so turned on that it only takes a couple of passes before I orgasm.

Goosebumps lick my overheated skin, and I’m trying to catch my breath. A few long moments pass by before Heinrich really stops toying with me and goes to work with the crop.

Seven on each side of my cheeks, never in the same spot, never with the same intensity. By the tenth hit, my mind is clear, I’ve zoned out, tears have drenched the blindfold and I’m in this euphoric bliss that it takes me a good 5 mins to realize Heinrich has stopped flogging me altogether, and the blindfold has gone away.

“Are you with me, Goddess?” Heinrich says from in front of me.

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened. One minute I was with you, and the next it almost felt like I blacked out while still conscious.”

“That’s called a subspace. Did you almost feel like you were floating?”

“Yes, exactly that.” I whispered.

“Good. That means I’m doing my job right.” Heinrich says as he loosens the ropes from my wrists. He rubs them to put the circulation back into my hands and arms. “Okay, now I want you to walk over to the bed and get on your back. Legs spread wide. Heels touching your ass.”