Chapter 9

Heinrich

"I'm not going to run. But I'm going to be honest, I've never done pillow talk. I've always found it rather awkward."

Nyla and I lay in silence as she strokes my bare chest, placing light kisses to areas that have never been touched by a woman.

"I was thinking aloud earlier." Nyla says, breaking the silence.

"And what were you thinking?"

"I couldn't possibly love you more than I do in this very moment, but I don't want you to be afraid. I don't want you to feel pressure to say the words back. You told me when we started this, what to expect and I'm afraid you only came back to me because of your pride and not because of what you feel."

I say nothing as she continues and I wish I was one of those sentimental men. Just for a moment. Hell, just for her.

"If this is going to work, we need rules." She lifted slightly to assure I wasn't asleep because like the idiot I am, I just lay there.

I was far from sleeping and for a man who could turn any deal into gold, I was out of my league here. Nyla is no doubt important to me and I can't imagine her with anyone else other than me.

"Heinrich." She says sitting straight up and mentally smacking me with her gaze.

"Nyla, I don't know when I will say what you're looking for." I watch her gaze slowly fall to her hands and I take in a deep breath. "I want you and need you. Can that be enough for us right now?"

I know she doesn't understand how much that takes for me to say aloud, but I mean it. She's mine and I'm hers and that means more to me than saying I love you. I lay and wait for her next move because I'm not sure what's coming.

"What happens when we go back to Chicago? Do we go back to the way things were?"

"What do you want?" I said surprising us both.

"I've complied with all your rules and I think it's time you agree to some of my terms."

"What are your terms?"

"We date."

I let out a chuckle, "Nyla, we're past dating."

"What's my favorite food?"

I honestly don't know and now I see what the problem is here. I can agree to monogamy, but I don't want things to become mundane.

"I've done relationships. As you know, I've been married." She rolls her eyes at me and my comment.

"You've knocked it before we've even tried it and that's a problem for me." I hear the obvious frustration in her voice. I felt the weight of the bed shift as she stood with a sheet covering her beautiful body. "You've traveled almost 800 miles for what exactly? To fuck? I'm sure you can do that with just about any woman who graces your presence."

I feel my jaw clenching and I understand her frustration, but yet again I'm in territory I don't understand. I've come back for her and I've laid my claim. What am I not doing? I think to myself as she walks over to the window. She never turns my way, but I never take my eyes off of her.

"Sullivan came back to marry me and not too long ago, that was what I wanted." She spoke, still not facing me, which caused me to sit up and wrap a towel around my lower half. Deciding that distance was not what either of us desired, I made my way to her. "I never expected anything more from you other than sex, but the way you control my body-" She sucks in a deep breath before continuing. "I feel like before you I was an empty canvas waiting for you, waiting for you to breathe color into my life."

I know she's an artist and a damn good one at that. I believe that so much that I'm the one who talked Clover into the "Artists You Should Know" show. But that's a secret he promised we'd keep.

"I'm afraid that after you, no man can ever have me."

"Good," I say in my commanding tone, causing her to turn towards me. "I don't want any other man to have what's mine. I've marked you."

"But you don't want to be monogamous?"

"I don't think you understand."

I made my way to her, towering over my goddess, I stand almost a foot taller than her. Nyla's back was still turned towards me as our eyes met in the glass of the window. Nyla kept her arms at her side as I began stroking her succulent skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. I love how responsive she is to my touch.

"What is it that I don't understand, sir?" She says pressing her supple ass into my hardening cock.

I lean down pressing a kiss into the crook of her neck.

"Goddess, we can be whatever you want to be. I'm with you and in this-" I say grinding my cock into her, causing her to lean forward onto the glass. "Is all yours. No other woman can have this." I snatched the sheet from her, exposing her to the world.

"You."

" And. "

"I."

I speak each word while placing kisses into her neck, causing her to continue grinding her ass into my cock.

"Heinrich, you can't fuck your way out of this." She says in her exquisite, breathy tone.

"This is how we understand each other. Would you rather we talk like a normal couple? Or would you rather we talk the way we as a couple understand?" I say spreading her cheeks and gathering her juices from her sopping wet cunt.

"Our way." She says, breathing heavily with anticipation.

"Remember the first time I took you while you overlooked the city?"  I say while pressing my middle finger into her puckered hole.

Nyla struggles to speak as she moans from the intrusion. "I-I remember very well."



"We have something rather special, don't we?" I say sliding my finger in and out, teasing her with my cock that has made his way out of the Egyptian cotton towel.

I watch Nyla as she struggles to keep her eyes on me and I feel the heat coming from her pussy. My cock is like a magnet, begging me to enter her.

"My king, please," She pleaded for my cock and I became harder than I thought was possible.

"Fuck, Nyla. What in the fuck have you done to me?" I growled.

"Please,"

I take my free hand and reach up to those wild, beautiful curls as she arches her back to receive my cock. I grab a handful of her hair and grip down as I give her the first blow. Nyla cries out in pure ecstasy as I fill her hole. I can feel it stretching to allow me access. Her puckered hole is loosening, so I add a second finger. She tries to run briefly, but my grip in her hair is just tight enough to keep her steady.

"Tell me who owns you, Nyla?" I say pounding her pussy with my throbbing cock.

Nyla remains silent as she's biting down on her lip and squeezing her succulent breasts. I remove my cock and fingers as well as releasing my hold on her hair. I watch her expression in the window as she struggles to find her balance.

"Disobedience will not be tolerated."

Nyla finally turns my way, looking completely disheveled and needy as fuck. I watch her as she slowly gathers her composure. I stand, feet shoulder length apart and my cock dripping pre-cum and glistening of her juices. I don't speak, I stand there silently to watch what she will do. This is me establishing my control over her orgasms again. The last one was a freebie, but this one will be earned.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, sir."

"When I ask you a question, you answer. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." She says with a wicked smile upon her mouth and my cock twitches. She's enjoying her punishment.

"Do you want my cock?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then who. Do. You. Belong. To?" I say in my commanding tone.

"You, my king."

"Hands on the glass, legs apart, and eyes on me at all times."

I watch her eyes flicker with lust and desire before turning to walk away. I stroke my cock for good measure as she does what I've instructed. She licks her lips while staring at me through the glass. I strut towards her and place one hard smack to her beautiful ass, causing her to yelp. I position myself at the perfect angle to place my cock in its glory hole. I then place a hand over hers and intertwine our fingers, while the other finds her hair. Nyla grips my hand tighter bracing herself for the blows to come.