Chapter 22

Nyla

Gingerly, I got up, aware that my cheeks were tender, that I still had a plug in, and a clit clamp. “Fuck, he wasn’t playing when he said tonight was going to be very intense.” I thought to myself as I laid on the bed.

With my legs wide open and a pillow behind my head, I was able to watch Heinrich in his full glory, as he undressed. I hadn’t seen him fully naked since the night of my punishment, and I wasn’t going to miss a single moment of this beautiful man in a state of undress.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, undid the cuffs, and let the shirt fall from his shoulders. Then tauntingly, he unzipped his slacks and let them fall where he was standing. It surprised me to see that he was completely commando under his pants, and when he was all the way naked with his rigid cock standing mad and proud, he looked like a regal lion stalking its prey, ready to devour its meal.

He got up to the bed and placed his body in between my legs with his cock laying in between us on my stomach. His mouth covered my mocha colored areola, and then he bit down on my erect nipple. I moaned loudly knowing he would lick the pain away, and that he did.

He dragged his tongue across the valley in between my breasts and treated my other nipple with the same cruel pleasure he’d just shown me. With the way he was going, I just knew I’d have no voice by the end of the night.

Without moving the top half of his body on me, he lifts his hips, places himself at my entrance and slams home all the way to the hilt, making me scream once again at the top of my lungs.

If there was ever a time to be embarassed how this man is continually making me scream, yell, moan and groan at the top of my lungs, now would be it since there’s a small crew aboard this yacht, but I remember what he told me when we were in the coat room, to never feel embarrassed or ashamed when I’m with him.

Heinrich first slowly drags himself out of me to where the very tip of him is barely inside, and then he antagonizes me by pushing himself back in at a tortuous rate, making sure he hits every inflamed tissue inside me.

Then he switches up his tempo at a punishing rate, setting my teeth on edge and my skin on fire. It’s taking everything within me not to come. “Damn he fucks my pussy so good. Sullivan who?”

Heinrich must have ESP because right when I couldn’t help myself, he pulls all the way out and crawls up my body to straddle me right above my shoulders.

He lifts my head and growls, “God damn, Nyla. Your pussy is straight heaven. Clean me off.”

I open my mouth, and he begins to fuck my mouth at the same pace he had just fucked my wet dripping cunt. I was happy that he gave her a rest but then a cool balmy breeze had hit her with my legs wide open and reminded me that she has been denied an orgasm.

He stops and carefully gets off me and demands, “Roll over onto your side.”

I obey his command and he comes up behind me with the small bottle of lube in his hand. I know what’s coming next.

He places the pillow underneath my head, and lifts my leg. I hear the flip cap open then close. He lifts my leg and softly pulls the plug out.

“This plug should’ve opened you up a bit, but I won’t be gentle Nyla. I believe you can handle it, but you know what to say to make this all stop.”

I take a deep breath and exhale. He places himself at my puckered opening and I inhale once again. With a little force, he pushes in and I remember to push out and then I exhale.

The plug helped, but it’s nowhere near as big as him. I almost instinctively tense up, but then remind myself to relax as he pushes past that ring of muscle and the pain ebbs away to pleasure.

It’s dirty and it’s wrong, but fuck it feels so good. It’s taboo. With his hand holding my knee up, he’s at a perfect angle to hit a spot that I didn’t think was possible to make me cum.

As promised, Heinrich wasn’t gentle, but I’ve come to learn that I like a little pain with my pleasure especially if it comes from Heinrich. He’s already blown my mind once tonight. I know that when he finally lets me cum, I’m going to disintegrate.

He growls in my ear, “I’m going to remove my hand from your knee but don’t you fucking dare move your leg and when I tell you to cum, you cum. Am. I. Clear?” Thrusting with each word.

Breathing hard, sweat pouring down my back, my chest and my forehead, I manage to say, “Yes, my King.”

He moves his hand and reaches for the clamp on my clit. “Oh my God, I knew this man was going to kill me.” I think to myself.

He simply places his hand on my curls, and then snatches the clamp off my clit and says “Cum now, Nyla!”

And in that moment, I have an outer body experience. My heart begins to race, my skin is at first on fire getting ready to burn me up from the inside out, I shake hard as I feel Heinrich’s hot cum sear me on the inside, rope after rope and then I pass out.

I wake with a start, unaware of my surroundings at first glance, but then I remember where I am. I look over my shoulder and see Heinrich sound asleep next to me. He seems at peace so as to not startle him, I don’t move. I study him as much as possible from the angle I’m at, and once again made breathless at his rugged beauty.

He calls me Goddess, but he’s the one with the body of an Adonis. What’s more is I’m captivated by the art on his arm. I hope I get the chance to ask him about it later. I close my eyes euphorically cum drunk and wouldn’t have it any other way.

I awake the next morning in bed alone and once again feeling a little disappointed. My body is well used and blissfully sore from last night. I feel it down to my core when I stretch. I get out of bed, and wrap the bed sheet around my naked body. I pick up my clothes from in front of the door, and make my way up to my room.

I was so busy yesterday enjoying the sun that I forgot to even look at my phone. I received Happy New Year’s texts from Clover, Molly, Aberto and Xavier. However, receiving another text from Sullivan is what truly threw me for a loop.

Sullivan: Hello Nyla. I was so happy to hear from you. I’ll give you your space for now, but just know I’m not giving up on us. Talk to you soon. I love you.

“Where was all of this pursuing when we were together?” I thought to myself. Just as I was putting my phone down, I received another text, but this time from Heinrich.

Heinrich: Sorry to contact you this way, but I’m currently on a call. I don’t plan on working much today, but seeing as we leave to go back to Chicago tomorrow, I want us to go out to dinner at one of the hotel’s restaurants tonight. Be ready at 5:00.

It was so hard for me getting on Seychelles’ time, it was already 11:30. Which meant, it didn’t leave me much room to get ready. I decided to do something different with my hair, so I completely straightened it out after I showered.

Heinrich didn’t say whether to dress casual or semi casual, so I decided to wear a deep blue ¾” sleeve lace shirt that showed off my midriff and a blue ombre bohemian skirt that flowed all the way down to the ground. By the time I finished with my hair, accessories and getting dressed, it was about 5:00. I still had some time, so I sent a text to Molly.

Me: Hey, Moll! I’ll be back in Chicago some time the day after tomorrow. I can’t wait to get back to tell you all what has happened. Give my love to Shane! Happy New Year!

Right as I looked up, Heinrich was standing in my doorway, looking handsome as ever. He’s wearing a pair of white linen slacks, with a tan button down short sleeve shirt and one of his expensive watches. Maybe in another life, he’d be a model with his physique.

“You about ready to go?” Heinrich said in his baritone voice. Images began to flood my brain from last night and how he made me feel from head to toe. I started to blush.

“Yeah. This is our last night here, I’m almost sad to go home. One day I’ll have to come back.” I said shyly. I crossed the room and walked into the hallway.

“The restaurant is literally off the dock, so we’ll be walking there.” He said behind me. He placed his large palm on my lower back, and in that single possessive move, he electrified my body.

It only took 5 minutes to get to the restaurant in the hotel off the dock. It was very posh and upscale. I now understood why they called The Seychelles “The Billionaires’ Playground”. Everything surrounding these islands were so extravagant & expensive, it made Abu Dhabi look very homely and almost too affordable.

Heinrich walked like he owned the place and everything in it. He walked up to the hostess stand and simply nodded to her. She looked at him and smiled.

He continued walking to our table not wanting to wait to be seated. He pulled my chair out for me which shocked the hell out of me because on his best days, Heinrich was not chivalrous. I thanked him as I sat down, and as he himself sat down, our waiter appeared at our table.

“Bonjour, Monsieur Stark. What can I start you off with to drink?” The older man with a French accent asked.

“I’ll have a glass of your best scotch and whatever the lady would like.”

The man looked towards me inquisitively. I said, “I’ll have the same as the gentleman, please. Thank you so much.”

He bowed at us and turned. Heinrich quirked his brow up at me and said nothing afterwards.

“Is there a problem with what I ordered?” I asked almost snippily.

“No. Not at all, Nyla. I’m just curious as to what kind of mood you’re in. The last time you drank the same thing I did, I had to tell you about Peyton.”

In just that moment, a pang of jealousy reared its ugly head. I couldn’t explain why and chose not to explore it either.
“Well, it seems to me that your tastes in everything is very refined. I figured why not?” I paused for a moment, hesitant to ask him a question since I knew him to be such a private person. “Heinrich, may I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“You don’t strike me as the type of man to get things impulsively, so how did you come to get your tattoo?”

Right when I wanted him to answer directly, the waiter came back with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order. Heinrich ended up ordering some French cuisine, while I wanted to try some of the island fare.

We sat in silence until our appetizers came in, and then he finally said, “I’ve actually always loved art growing up. I’m not like Clover, but I do have somewhat of an eye for it. And while I don’t run a gallery, I did want to own a piece of my own art. What about you? What made you want to go work for an art gallery?”

“I’m actually an artist, but I haven’t painted in quite some time. So, I figured what’s the next best thing to painting? I myself have always loved art. I love the fluidity. I love how one painting can invoke the deepest most thought in someone and it can have different meaning to people.”

The conversation between Heinrich and myself flowed. It dangerously felt like a date and it began to bother me since he was so adamant about us NOT dating. We were halfway through our main courses, and some beautiful model-like brunette with long flowing hair and a flirty pearly grin comes to our table.

“Heinrich! How nice to see you!”

Heinrich’s face showed no emotion but politely said to the woman, “Good evening, Ines.”

She placed her delicate hand on his shoulder, looking down at him in such a flirting manner. Completely dismissing my presence. I started balling my fist up.

“Tell me Rich, do you have some time to speak with me after your dinner?”

“Ines, as you can see I’m here having dinner with my female companion, Nyla. So no, I don’t have time to speak with you.”
“Ah well, perhaps next time. I do apologize for the intrusion. So how about both of your meals tonight are on the house? I do hope you enjoy your meal.” Ines said disappointingly.

“Female companion? That’s all he could describe me as? Not even a friend?” I thought to myself quietly. I took a long swallow of my drink so that I wouldn’t be quick to fuss his ass out. I had quelled my arising jealousy and anger quickly so that he wouldn’t be able to read it on my face.