Chapter 8

Heinrich

I sit in my favorite oversized leather chair, sipping on my rare 1964 Glenlivet single malt scotch, brooding over my decisions as of recent. Business wise, life couldn't be any better; it was my personal life that seemed to be in shambles. Not my sex life, because I've never been more at the top of my game than right now. It's not arrogance when it's a fact. My sexual tastes are a bit extreme for most people, but I'm okay with that.

I like to punish hard, and fuck harder. I get a text message from my driver informing me that Nyla got into the car and should be arriving soon. "Thank fuck for that." I think to myself. That's one less hurdle I have to worry about.

She just doesn't know how serious I was when I said that I am a persistent man. That's how I came to be as successful as I am. Although, if I'm honest, a small part of me is a little disappointed that she listened. I had already begun to think of ways to punish her just for general purposes, but those punishments would have to come another time. I take another sip of the scotch, remembering what I felt and thought of Nyla when she came into the club.

I could tell she was mesmerized by the scene that was unfolding right in front of her and I watched every little thought skitter across her face. This woman, this golden goddess had an ethereal beauty about her. I waited for her to sit down at the bar, unsure if she was meeting someone. I knew right off the bat, she was a submissive. Her call was that of a siren to seamen. Seductive as hell but also demure. Those traits shouldn't go together but she made it work. I knew right then, I needed to fuck her so that I could get that feeling of need out of my system.

When I approached her, I had already had it in my mind that I was going to take her home that night. But she blew my fucking mind when she drew my thumb into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around it immediately had my dick hard and ready to hammer some nails. Hers preferably.

She definitely left an impression on me when she got up and left. I watched her as she walked away from me.. sashaying that round, juicy, delectable ass from side to side. Right, left, right, left, like it was done methodically. Instantly, I couldn't help but picture her taut asshole stretching for my cock, as I drove in and out of her.

I won't openly go after her because that's not my style. I'm a jaded man. I don't believe in hearts, flowers or romance. I do however believe in whips, crops, pain, pleasure and orgasms. Those I swear to like the bible. I trust that Nyla will respect that, anything else and she's free to leave. It was a happy coincidence that at the art exhibit that I promised my brother weeks ago I'd attend, that this goddess with golden skin, curly hair and pale jade green eyes would emerge into my life again.

I received another text from the driver telling me she’s on her way up. I begin to formulate a plan for how tonight will go. I get up from my chair, swallow the last of my scotch, fix my slate gray with rose gold accent mechanical Audemars Piguet watch, fix my gray silk Christian Lacroix tie and leisurely walk to the elevators as they open. If I wasn't completely in control of my movements, I would've swallowed my tongue with how fucking sexy Nyla looked tonight.

"Welcome to my home Nyla. Please do come in." I may be a sexual deviant, but the manners my mother taught me were ingrained into the very fiber of my being. "Would you like something to drink?"

"A glass of wine would suffice. Red preferably." Nyla replied apprehensively with a husky voice that was made only for phone sex.

"Have a seat." I said as I walked over to my wine fridge in my spacious kitchen. Opening my 2010 Monfortino Barolo, giving it a moment to breathe before I poured her glass, I refilled mine as well. I walked over to the sitting area that had floor to ceiling windows which overlooked the city and handed Nyla her wine.

"Would you like to have some dinner?" I asked politely, returning to my leather chair. It was in my nature to calculate the moves of others before they made them, which is why I always won in chess. I knew she was anxious to get to the very reason for her being here, but there's a deep satisfaction in delayed gratification. So, I continued to play with her.

She eyed me cautiously, "Do I have a choice?"

"You always have a choice with me Nyla. But understand, there are consequences and repercussions to everything that you do when it comes to me." I said with my voice filled with lust.

She polished off her wine, cleared her throat, uncrossed her legs, and then recrossed them. "Well, I think whatever pleases you is my answer."

"Good girl." I said to her with a lazy smile.

I scooted to the edge of my seat, and simply said, "Come here." I knew what my voice did to her. She didn't even have to voice it. I watched as her pupils swallowed her irises, her breathing became shallow, and there was a perfect flush that started in her chest and made its way up to her cheeks. Very confidently she got up and made a provocative stride towards me. She got about 3 feet from me and I held my hand up to gesture for her to stop.

"Are you wearing panties Nyla?" I didn't give her time to answer because my hand was under her dress right afterwards. As expected, the tiny fabric covering my most favorite place on a woman was sopping wet. I groaned low in my throat, aware that my cock once again was standing at full attention because of her close proximity.

Did this woman know garters are my weakness? I quickly thought to myself. I quickly snapped her thong off of her body, placed them under my nose and took a deep inhale. A sharp gasp escaped her. Fuck, she smells delicious. Like I said, I'm a sexual deviant. Through her lusty eyes, I could see I had her right where I wanted her.

"Whenever you're with me from now on, these don't exist or I will punish you." I demand. "I like having easy access to you. Whenever, wherever, however, I see fit."

She watched me under hooded eyes filled with lustful desire, "Got it. No more panties."

I ball her underwear in my hand and get up from my chair once again. I then led her over to the glass dining room table and ordered her to sit on the edge in front of where I sat myself. I sit on the edge of my chair, unbutton my blazer and spread her legs wide.

"No matter what I do, do not cum. Remember what I said about when it comes to me."

"Consequences and repercussions to everything. Am I allowed to touch you?" She whispered.

I said with a smirk, "I fucking expect it. Now lay back and keep those legs wide. And remember DO NOT cum." I felt my voice vibrate off of her delicious pussy and she took her lip into her mouth. She laid back cautiously, looking like the perfect meal and I'm fucking starving.

First, using a little pressure, I curl my tongue on her hard inflamed pink clit and instantly she plunges her hand in my hair at the base of my skull, moaning. Her juices instantaneously flowing, flooding my chin. I move my mouth a little south, lapping her up, struggling with ignoring my raging hard on. I stick my forefinger in her pleasurable channel, focusing my mouth once again on her swollen clit.

I can't help myself, I give her a light bite and she screams. But like the good girl she is, she doesn't come. She groans and breathlessly says, "Please let me cum. Please, please, please this is torture!"

I think to myself "You shouldn't have said that." I stick 2 more fingers in her delighting in how drenched my hand is. I stay at this rhythm for just a second then take my fingers out of her.

"Damn Nyla, I swear you taste like peaches and cream. If I didn't have other plans for you, I'd spend all night bringing you to the edge with my face buried in your dripping cunt. Taste how good you are." I stick the same three fingers in her mouth deep. She twirls her tongue around all three digits, cleaning herself off from my fingers. I pull my fingers from her mouth and dry them off with the panties I snapped from her.

"Do you have a safe word? If not, choose one. When you say that word, this all stops."

She thinks for a moment and replies, "Basquiat. I'd like it to be Basquiat."

"Basquiat it is. Now, if there's an instance where you can't talk, snap your fingers. Do you understand?" She nods her head yes. "Nyla, I need words." I say impatiently, wanting so badly in her mouth.

"Yes, Heinrich."

I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants in a languid manner, as if my dick isn't screaming at me to hurry the fuck up and release him. She watches the movements of my hands, anticipating my next move. I pull my nine inch cock already leaking with precum out, and tell her, "Get on your knees, hands behind your back, mouth open wide."

Unsteadily, she gets down. I can tell I have her strung tighter than a fresh drum. She gets on her knees, hands holding her elbows, and her mouth wide enough for me to slide right in. I glide right into her mouth with no preamble and she swallows me whole with no gag.

Jesus Christ, I'm going to cum on the spot if you suck my dick like this on a regular basis. I grit through my teeth. With vigor, I begin to fuck her throat with punishing thrusts. As if I'm angry that I can't even get her to gag. Most women struggle taking 7 let alone 9 inches.

With a strained voice, "Nyla, I'm going to cum down your throat and I want you to swallow it all. Then I want you to lick me clean." With a few more thrusts, I feel my balls draw tight into my body. Next thing I know, I'm cumming down her throat with a loud grunt, thick white rope after thick white rope. I'm sure her esophagus has to be bruised with how thoroughly I've used it.

After a few more tremors, she does as she's told and licks me clean from shaft to base. I tuck my still hard dick back into my black boxers, grab her tattered thong and wipe the corners of her mouth. I help her up and she has this expectant look on her face, as if to say, "Aren't you going to finish me off?"

I give her my most stern look and tell her, "I'm leaving tomorrow on business for 3 days. I'll be back by the end of the week. You don't get to come before then. I control your pleasure, your desires, and your orgasms."

She scoffs, "What the fuck? I know you've lost your whole damn mind." She's feisty and I love it.

"Maybe I will get to punish her sooner than later." I think to myself.

"Nyla, tread carefully. If it's not your safe word, I don't care to hear it." I snap. She contemplates for a moment. It's on the tip of her tongue, I can see it. But she swallows it down just like she did my cum.

"Good girl. IF you obey my order, I'll make it worth your while. Are you on birth control?" I inquire.

"Yes, I have been for a few years." She says snidely. She's acting like a petulant brat, but I allow it. This one time.

"Good. I'll send over the results of my checkup. I just got one a couple of weeks ago. I want you to go to my physician and get the same. I want there to be no barriers between us. When you come on my cock, I want to feel you grip me like a vise." I tell her as though we're talking about the weather.

"There's one thing, Heinrich. I'd rather if this arrangement between us, stays between us. No need involving Clover in this." She hesitantly says. She's afraid that I won't go for this but little does she know I prefer things this way. Less messy.

"I can agree to this, as long as you agree there will be no commitment from me. I don't do relationships Nyla. This is non-negotiable."

Without even giving it a second thought, she says, "That works for me." She fixes her makeup in a nearby hallway mirror. I watch her fixing her hair and smoothing her dress out, my eyes fixated on her breasts and I realized I hadn't given them the attention they deserved. I took a mental note, and already began to calculate what I'd do to them. She checks her hair one last time before looking over at me. "Am I free to go?"

"Yeah. Nyla? NO orgasms." I warn.

"I got that. No worries." She hastily replies.

I send a text to my driver informing him Nyla is on her way down. Before she heads out, I give her my business card and tell her to call me before the end of the week. If she doesn't, there'll be severe punishment. The elevator doors close with her behind them, and I'm back to brooding, standing at one of the floor to ceiling windows with another glass of scotch.