Chapter 20

Heinrich

"On your knees." I command.

I stare down at her perched on her knees, naked and collard. Her honey brown curls are framing her beautiful face. I stand in front of her and relish in what is mine. Nyla, drops her head and then I kneel before her.

"Look at me, Nyla." I put my finger under her chin and she sweeps her head up. Her eyes are no longer lined. The makeup she had on previously is all gone. Nothing covering up her beauty, and she's unbelievably sexy. She's fucking to die for. My cock is banging inside my pants already, and begging to be set free.

"You are truly beautiful goddess." I say drinking her in a few seconds more. "I'm sorry about my mother's ignorance. Are you ok?"

I want to touch her but refrain. I don't want her to think this is just about sex. Treat her like the tin man and you get a steel heart.

"Yes, sir. I'm fine." Her voice breaks a little bit, and so does my newly functioning heart.

"I don't feel the same about you as my mother, or any other closed minded individual."

I extend my hand to her and lift her off of her knees to her feet. She eases up with grace. Even though I can see the agony, she continues to try to hide it. I lead her over to the chaise lounge hand-in-hand. I sit first and then I pat my lap.

"I have something to tell you." Nyla's face becomes full of dread. "I have a business trip that may not put me back in town for your debut art show."

"I don't want to do this without you." She speaks and the sound nearly kills me.

"You'll do great, and your work will sell out in no time." I say stroking her cheek.

Nyla's goddess stature has now become defeated and her eyes fall to the floor. I put my hand on her lower stomach, and pulled her closer into me.

"Why are you telling me this now? Do you even care?" There are tears brimming in her eyes.

"I'm telling you now because I want you to trust me. It's not by choice Nyla."

"In relationships you put the others needs before your own, but it's clear this is not what will happen in this relationship. Am I just a possession like your fancy house, jets, and designer watches?" Nyla speaks her words and I feel the frustration in me boiling.

"Watch your tone." I growl. "Unless you want to be punished."

"This will always be a game for you? Heinrich, I'm not a fucking doll!"

Without hesitation I pounce on her and take both of her wrists into mine. I've pinned her down and I'm place right between her legs. We glare at each other and a tear spills out of her left eye. I instantly lean down to lick it away. She closes her eyes and I realize it's not her Dom that she needs right now. What she needs scares me.

"Tell me what you're feeling. Be honest. I'll always want honesty." I tease her nipple. She stifles a moan.

"I feel like whenever I need you, you won't be there. I don't want to feel the way I felt in New York."

"I never meant to hurt you then or now, and you have to understand that things come up." I say placing a kiss onto her temple.

"Were you going to tell me?"

"I told you did I not?"

Nyla, closes her eyes and I feel a strain in my chest. I feel I'm slowly losing control of myself by the second. I grab her left breast and begin to gently massage it. It's impossible to be this close without touching her. Her nakedness and her sultriness makes me pine for her, even when she's just an inch away. I drop a kiss on her shoulder. I want inside of her but this is more than sex right now. This is a defining moment in our relationship and I know what I need to do.

"I'll be there." I say hovering over her lips.

"Heinrich," she admonishes.

"Don't make promises you can't keep." Nyla says lifting up slightly and she then takes my mouth into hers.

"I wish we were having this conversation with you riding me."

Nyla stays silent while I kiss up her neck and then back down. Restraining myself from moving to her pussy even though my mouth is begging to taste her.

"Mmmm." She says as she shifts under me as my erection is digging his into her stomach.

"Put your hands over your head."

"I love you." she whispers softly, with the moonlight coming through the window giving her smooth skin a shimmering glow.

"I know you do," I pause briefly as Nyla's hand runs down to my zipper. When she removes my cock and positions it right at her opening I don't hesitate any longer. "I love you too."

"Open wider, Nyla," I order.

Nyla inches her legs farther apart, as I then slowly, mind numbingly, slide inside of her. I'm not a man who typically takes his time but in this moment she needs it. That's what I tell myself but truth is I need it too. I need to savor her, especially since I'll be leaving town tomorrow. I let out a low moan as I begin to work my hips languidly. Pushing all the way in and withdrawing all the way out.

"This is my pussy." I growl.

Nyla, nods her head as she's in ecstasy. The ache I have to let her know she's mine is taking over my movements. I grab her collar as I thrust into her harder, and more erratic.

"Do you like the way I fuck you, Nyla?"

"Yes, Heinrich." She can barely speak, as an orgasm brews deep inside of her.

"Sir, may I please come?" Nyla, moans and I don't have much longer before I spill my seed inside of her.

My chest tightens with each movement and I know I'm going to burst with how her pussy is gripping my cock.

"Now." I growl, and with a single solid strike of my cock she shatters beneath me.

Tears escape her eyes, and I can see she's lost inside of her orgasm. I stare down at her as I continue to pour my seed inside of her. This is my home, and this woman will soon be my wife.