Chapter 5
Nyla
I turned in his direction ready to tell him what he could do with his assumptions, but all the words died in my throat the moment I laid eyes on him. I swiveled back towards the bar to start on my second martini, needing to do something with my mouth before it got me into all kinds of erotic trouble.
"Not only are you new here, you're new to being a submissive. You're here because you are taking a step towards what you want sexually."
Okay, is this man a fucking psychic or am I just that readable? I pondered. So again, I said nothing and set my sights on my drink, no longer interested in the show on the stage.
"Look at me. I want your eyes on mine." He said as he turned my face towards him.
I bit my bottom lip as my eyes landed on him. As I did that, he growled a low sound. This man exuded a power that I have never seen nor experienced before. I felt like I could come from the vibrations of his voice alone. My nipples were tight and rubbing against the fabric of my dress, from the harsh rise and fall of my chest. I was so wet and turned on, I was afraid I'd leave a wet spot on both my dress and the stool.
"Tell me your name." He demanded softly.
I already began to feel like putty in his hands. I knew in that very moment this man was dangerous for me. So, instead I turned my head into his hand, kissing his palm and then I did something so uncharacteristically, so unlike myself. I drew his thumb in my mouth and sucked, hard.
Again he growled a little more loudly this time, and just as quickly as I did it, I let his thumb go free, licked my lips, then said, "Mmm. You tasted better than my martini." I got up, grabbed my wrap and clutch. I seductively walked away, no longer caring I got stood up by Aberto.
I made my way through the club and up the spiral staircase, the door slammed behind me as I practically ran to the curb to hail a taxi. I gave the famous New York whistle. A yellow and black checkered taxi pulled up and I hoped in.
"Take me to the Mag Towers, please." I said hurriedly.
The caramel skin man nodded and we took off, I glanced at the door and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. The friction that was created from my sprint to hail a taxi mixed with the taste of my sexy stranger's thumb was overwhelming my senses. I had one thing on my mind and that was, I need to fucking cum. I squirmed in my seat and let the window down to feel the cold air on my skin. That man had me on fire. Any longer and I would've pulled my dress up and fucked him right there on the bar stool. The thought of him penetrating me as he stuffed his fingers in my mouth to keep me from screaming was damn near enough to make me cum. I didn't realize that my hands had made their way under my dress as I fantasized about him brutally pounding my cunt. I let out a soft whimper.
"You need some help back there?" He said smirking through the rear view mirror.
If I wasn't so turned on, I would've been disgusted with myself and his response. I threw the money on the seat and walked half a block to my building. Xavier was standing outside and the lights hit him just right, the glow from the city and the traffic made him glisten like a freshly sucked piece of toffee. If he weren't my brother and my other friend's soon to be cuddy buddy I would have given him the goods. I was freezing, my nose was practically about to fall off by the time I reached my building.
"What the fuck Nyla!" Xavier exclaimed. "Where the fuck is your date?" He growled playing the role of my big little brother.
"I don't know bastard didn't show." I said making my way inside. I may have been cold on the outside but on the inside I was on fire. The taste of the stranger and his touch was all I could think about. "Talk soon." I said as the elevator door closed. Pulling my hair up into a high ponytail letting my curls flow out. As soon as I got inside my apartment and into my room, I unbuckled my heels and hung my dress up. I left my one carat studs in as I stood in my closet, looking at myself in the floor length mirror. I stood admiring my body, with my black garter and barely there rhinestone thong. I was a sight to see. My nipples were so incredibly erect that they began to hurt. I was dripping wet and needed a release. My fingers were itching to enter me.
I laid on my silk sheet covered bed, with legs spread, eyes closed, imagining he was between them. I slid in and out my velvet tunnel of pleasure. I placed my thumb in my mouth to imitate his, my mouth knew better but I didn't stop. I was on the brink of exploding. I wish I knew his name so that as I came, I could scream it. Just like that, I came at the thought of screaming his name. I pulled my sheets over me and let sleep take me over just as I took my orgasm.
Several days later, it was the big night we'd been planning for. My first art show that I was a part of. I was beyond excited! I always had to be the perfect little arm candy for Sullivan, as he made his way through the parties. I sometimes felt like an accessory that came with the suit he wore. I felt more like a fixture or an addition versus the woman he loved and loved to show off. Tonight wouldn't be like that though and I could feel it. I pampered myself all day. Starting with my manicure and pedicure, ending with my hair and makeup. I had my makeup done professionally since I figured we may be photographed in a magazine or newspaper, and I could not be seen looking anything less than the star I am.
Light smokey eyes, wine colored lips and a highlighter that is from the queen of Fenty herself. I let the Egyptians straighten my hair, a process that took about 2 hours, but worth every second. Honey blonde and brown tresses side swept to my left shoulder. I completed my look with a long sleeved, velvet, black dress completely covered in the front with a completely exposed back that created the perfect outline to my peach shaped ass. No outfit is complete without the perfect shoe, and today's winner is my Christian Louboutin heels with an artistic flare. The closure was made to look like a butterfly resting on a petal of a flower. Art is beautiful isn't it? I stood in the mirror and read the text from Xavier notifying me that the limo and Clover were here. I took one last glance and then looked over my shoulder to make sure it all fit as perfectly as I felt. I looked at my butterfly on the back of my shoes and knew that was the perfect accent for tonight.
The night overall was looking to be a success. I knew Clover was elated with the hard work we put in, because he wouldn't let me leave his side his ocean blue eyes sparkled every time he introduced me to someone new. As time went on, my red bottom stilettos started to pinch, I really wanted to just have a glass of champagne and have a seat for a quick minute. But I stayed by Clover's side, knowing that he wanted to show off his new gallery assistant to all of his clients. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I preened every time he bragged about my accolades.
"Ah! Finally you've made it! I was beginning to wonder." Clover said to someone behind me. I was too entrenched in a conversation with one of Clover's clients about romanticism vs neoclassicism.
"I do apologize that I am awfully late, I got caught up with work. But I'm here now and everything seems to be a success." A smooth baritone covered my ears and my whole body to my surprise felt like silk. It undid me. I had only heard a voice like that twice. The first time left me wet and wanting, the second left me feeling empty and yearning. I was NOT going to unravel this time. Plus, surely it wasn't him. What were the odds that we would even be in the same place at the same time again?
"Nyla, come here there's someone very special to me that I'd like you to meet." Clover said very excitedly. I turned around very meekly, hoping it wasn't the unnamed stranger I met at the club last week.
So hoping to prolong seeing his face, I started looking at his expensive shiny black dress shoes. I moved up to the neatly pressed black Brioni suit slacks, then I dragged my eyes up from his slacks to his buttoned blazer and saw his blood red Hermes tie. Not even looking at his face, I could tell this man exudes power. I managed to slowly crawl my eyes from his tie, to his delicious adam's apple, somehow he even managed to make that look sexy. Wanting a moment to truly compose myself and get my traitorous body under control, I took a moment to look behind him focusing on nothing in particular, for just a split second, then I worked my way up from his adam's apple, to a pair of delectable full lips. He had a neat dark goatee framing those lips. In that moment, I was jealous as fuck of his facial hair because I wanted to cherish those lips. I took a quick glance at his nose and finally managed to look into a pair of cool platinum colored eyes.
He looked disinterested at first glance but because I was truly paying attention, his eyes flashed a lustful desire, looking like he wanted to devour me. Again, it left me yearning and wet. With a seductive smile and his hand out, "Nice to finally meet you Nyla. My name is Heinrich. Clover has spoken a lot about you. It's a pleasure."
I extended my hand, and as soon as our skin touched, I gasped. There was an electric spark between us that could've lit up The Times Square New Year's Eve Ball. It was a wonder no one else choked on the sexual tension between us. The way he said pleasure, I wanted to fall to my knees and bow my head instantly.
"The pleasure is all mine, Heinrich. I do hope to see you again." I damned near whispered breathlessly. I had to get away from him before I embarrassed myself.
Coolly, he said, "Running off so soon? I was hoping to get a tour of this particular exhibition from you. Clover you wouldn't mind, would you?" Damn, I had forgotten he was even here.
"No! No, in fact Nyla, after you finish up with giving him a tour, you're free to go. Thank you so much for everything you've done with this show. I know the artist will be very pleased."
He placed a kiss on my cheek and waved to a face in the crowd and in a blink Clover was gone. It was just me and Heinrich. He sidled up next to me, then put a warm hand on my lower back and again I felt that spark. I had to suppress a moan.
Every step I managed to take without tripping, Heinrich was right there as well with me, his hand stayed on my bare back as we walked to the back of the gallery. The plan was to work our way from back to front. The people around made me keep my composure, but I was only seconds away from collapsing. If he had dipped his hand a little further he would've felt my thong that was like floss on my round, juicy ass. We stopped at the first piece by the artist. Since I was giving the tour, I was the first to break the silence.
I cleared my throat and said "As you can see here the artist was trying to convey-"
He cut me off, again seeming unphased, "Do you honestly think I give a FUCK about this show or the artist now?"