Chapter Six: I'm So Lucky

Kyle

I was happy when I got that text from Nyla telling me that she accepts my offer, that she will be my sex slave. I must say that that length of time that I had waited was agonizing. I knew that it would have taken time for her to think about it, but I never knew that she would’ve taken the entire month. I would have given her a week or perhaps two to think about it, but I didn’t want her to think that I was desperate even though I was. I had tried to meet up with her so we could hang out, but she didn’t reply to any of my messages.

I was so desperate to remind her in case she didn’t, that I had texted her in the morning to remind her, but I had greeted her good morning first to be polite before I told her that today was the last day for her to accept the offer. I didn’t want to just up and remember her like that. When I saw that she didn’t reply, I got worried that she wouldn’t accept my proposal. 

I was in a meeting when my mind ran on her and thoughts of her not responding had gotten my heart beating erratically and my mind thinking about a million things that I could possibly do or say to make her accept the proposal, so she could stay in my life but it all came to a dead end. After leaving work, I went home, then straight to my room and then the bathroom where I took a shower. Getting dressed in only gray sweatpants, I went to check my phone to see if she had texted me back but there still wasn’t any response from her. Maybe she’s busy, I thought. 

I had taken a nap, cooked, ate, then went to do some work in my office. Checking my phone once more a couple of hours after, I saw it was fifty minutes past ten and there still wasn’t any text from her. She couldn’t possibly be so busy- up until now. Could she?

I was in the entertainment room when I picked up my phone to check it for the third time today. I saw that it was eleven fifty–nine, one minute to the hour of twelve and I still haven’t gotten a text from her. If she doesn’t accept the offer now, it will be terminated. All hope was lost for me. I had given up anticipating her text, but then I had gotten that familiar beep, the one that signals that you have received a text on your phone. I had suddenly got all emotional, with a lot of emotions and thoughts running through my mind, I felt like a confused teen. 

What if it isn’t her or worse, what if it’s actually her and her answer is no, what will I do then. Calming down my nerves, I gathered the courage to open it while praying for the best. My prayers were answered when I saw what she wrote: “yes, I will be your sex slave.”

 Responding within seconds of reading, I wrote back, “just in the nick of time” to keep it professional, but on the inside, I was actually feeling very happy.

Aren't I the luckiest man ever? Now that's done and over with, I needed to get her a copy of the contract that will have the terms and agreement on how our relationship would play out, so she could read it over then tell me what she doesn’t feel comfortable with, so we can discuss it and then compromise.

Going to my office, I placed my hand under my office chair and took off the key that was plastered underneath. I had put it there to keep it hidden. It opens the drawer that I kept close. This drawer contains the contract regarding women being my sex slave, I had to keep it close to keep out unwanted eyes. Taking out one, I closed back the drawer and walked down to the garage where I put the contact in the glove compartment of my car so I don’t forget it.

Walking into my room, my eyes landed on one of the books Nyla was reading while she was here. Walking up closer, I picked it up and saw that it was one of the books from my library titled “Controlling Her Every Pleasure.” This book was one of my favorites, as it tells the story of a woman and a man exploring new things in their sexual relationship that had died after she had a baby. It also showcases exactly what I do. I dominate women, but only in bed. I like to have control over their sexual needs, telling them what to do and when to come. 

This shows that Nyla was busy, learning new things, I hope that she behaves like the wife that is found within the book, by giving me the uttermost control so I can take her on a wild ride.

Smiling to myself, I got ready for bed and as soon as my head fell on the pillow, I fell asleep immediately and my dreams wandered off to the beauty that will soon be mine. In the dream, we were acting out a particular scene, one of my favorites that was found within the book. I was laying on my back in bed and Nyla was on top of me, riding me like the perfect cowgirl. With her moans rising, creating perfect music to my ears before I lifted her and placed her to sit on my face where I was sucking on her clit. Her entire body was wiggling because she was trying desperately to get out of my grasp. Her juices then came flooding into my mouth quenching my thirst before I lifted her off of me and started to fuck the daylight out of her on the bed, then the floor, and then on the table. I was insatiable, I couldn’t stop having my way with her in my dreams.

 I was on the verge of climaxing when a sudden blare came out of nowhere interrupting my sleep. What the hell is that noise? I asked out loud. Opening my eyes, I saw that it was my phone ringing. Taking it up from the nightstand, I saw that it was two am and that it was Nyla calling me.

“Hello Nyla, what are you doing up so late. Is something wrong?” I asked groggily.

Kyle, I'm so sorry for waking you up but I was bored and lonely and I needed someone to talk to. Could you come over?” She begged seductively, her soft voice causing my dick to rise higher, straining to burst through my underwear and sweatpants.

Sighing in frustration, I wonder what exactly was Nyla doing to me. First the dream, then now her voice, all of which had caused me to have blue balls within seconds.

My dick was stiff as hell and was hurting very badly and I desperately needed some release. Looking down at the phone in my hand, I realized that she was still on the line.

“Umm, okay, sure I will be there in twenty minutes. Give me your address.”

“12 Emler Road. New York.”

“Thank you,” I replied before hanging up.

Getting up, I headed straight for the bathroom where I washed my face to get the sleep out of my eyes. Looking down at my cock, I saw it was still hard. Like really, can't you go down? I don't want her to see me like this and think very bad of me, I said.

Taking my dick out of my underwear, I tried to jerk off in hopes that I could ejaculate before I go to her house, but images of her just kept flashing in my mind. How her pussy had gripped my dick, her taste. It was too much and it had caused my dick to get harder and bigger causing it to hurt even worse.

“Fuck, go down,” I cursed out.

Jerking off wasn't doing any justice. If I go to her house like this she would think am being a complete sex-crazed maniac, and I didn't want that impression to be embedded in her mind. But on the other hand, that’s the image that I might have painted when I gave her the contract and she might feel sorry for me, and ease my pain by having sex with me.

Agreeing with the latter that I was going with my dick fully erect, I exited the bathroom and went inside my room where I took up my car keys from the nightstand and practically ran out of the room.

Going inside the garage, I opened the garage door before I got inside my car and drove out. Coming to a complete stop a few meters from the door, I got outside of my car and closed the garage door before I got back inside my car. Starting it, I sped out of my driveway and I didn’t stop speeding until I had arrived at her house. Exiting the car, I walked up to her door and knocked. 

Opening the door was Nyla dressed in sexy white lace lingerie posing sexily. 

Grabbing me, she attacked my lips before seductively whispering “It’s my turn to dominate.” When she said those words, it had caused my dick to start throbbing, her voice was sending off shock waves inside my body. My dick was now harder than a rock, and I desperately needed to seek the warmth of her hot box.

Breaking away from the kiss, she grabbed my hand and led me to the living room where she roughly pushed me on the couch before straddling me. Her pussy was right on my cock, which was now pressing into her center. Kissing me, she eased off my member before unbuckling my pants and pushing her hand in my Underwear rubbing my cock gently. My cock was now throbbing at an irregular beat and leaking pre-cum.

Throwing back my head on the couch, I let out a throaty groan, enjoying the feeling I was experiencing. But that was before she had taken her hand off my dick. I was about to protest when I saw her ripping the lingerie off her body, and her perky breast jumping mere inches from my mouth. Coming off me, she went on her knees and I anticipated what was to come. Wrapping her hands back on my cock, she stroked it before placing her warm mouth over it, making it touch the back of her throat. Sighing in content, I enjoyed the pleasure I was feeling.