Enslaving Kyla

By Dan Bruce

'Perhaps you’re being too nice. Nobody wants nice! Not during sex – mean and nasty is much hotter.'

That's part of the advice Robbie is given when he tells his friend about his relationship woes. Robbie feared he might be losing Kyla. After only three years together the sexual flame seemed to be going out. But it gets rekindled in spectacular fashion when Robbie acts on the friend's suggestion and applies a firm hand to Kyla's lovely ass, putting her over his lap and giving her a good spanking.

But it can't stop there! Pandora's Box has now been opened and both Robbie and Kyla must deal with what they find... in themselves and in each other. During the course of the week that follows, Robbie undertakes a mission to test them both out on a new way of life. Mr. Nice Guy gets tossed aside, and Robbie finds in himself a new dominant persona, and in Kyla he finds the submissive girlfriend of his dreams. In a week of sexual exploration, fumbling at times, but usually soaring, Robbie looks to formalise the roles - sexually, mentally and emotionally. This is the story of a would-be master who has no real experience but has a natural flair for the job. These are his first steps, thrillingly exciting, though filled with concerns and doubts, as Robbie sets out on... Enslaving Kyla
Warning: This book contains explicit content and is suitable for readers 18 and above.

Please note: this ebook is a modified version of Jack Brighton’s ‘Enslaving Jake’ – with the author’s kind permission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Mar 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458105820

Dan Bruce

Dan Bruce is a British author who specialises in M/F BDSM erotica

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Enslaving Kyla

(Dark BDSM Erotica)

By Dan Bruce

Copyright Dan Bruce, 2010

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Please also note: this ebook is a modified version of Jack Brighton’s ‘Enslaving Jake’ – with the author’s kind permission.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

The Dan Bruce Collection

Tales from The Dark Side Extract – Welcome to The Dark Side

Her Nemesis Series Extract – Her Nemesis Master

Abuse of Power Series Extract –Revenge of the Karinovs

Other Books Extract –Dark Reality

About the Author

Chapter 1

Oh fuck yeah! Oh yeah! I’m gonna come! I snarled.

On you go! Do it! urged Kyla.

I’d been pounding away at her for the past five minutes, having myself a ball. I love fucking my girlfriend Kyla, I really do. She’s got everything it takes to make for a top class shag.

She’s got a beautiful body for one thing, especially her ass. I’ve always had a thing about women’s asses, and Kyla’s is first rate – real round and peachy with creamy white skin. I get such a buzz when I’m taking her from behind and I can look at those lovely globes - feel their firm youthful pertness as my cock slides in and out of her tight little fuck hole. And when I’m on the final run and banging away, it almost blows my mind as I slam into those buns and grind at the well toned flesh. Such a shame she’s so coy about anal sex – now that really would be something else if I could get my cock in there!

Anyway, why should I worry! She’s got a fabulous pussy as well, and it’s great to fuck! I’m happy enough with that. It looks really sweet – a dainty little slit, sadly not shaven, but still sexy as hell with its triangle of fair wispy pubes. The inner flesh is so succulently pink and teasingly inviting. And as for the inside, well that’s just incredible - it’s like dipping my cock into a jar of warm honey when I slip it into her cunt – so snug and alive, and very accepting of the eight and a half inches of rock hard meat that I like to regularly feed it. And of course we don’t use any condoms because Kyla’s on the pill and she trusts me enough not to shag about and infect her with some nasty disease. It means that my naked cock can enjoy her cunt to the full - the fuck so pure, the friction clean; and I can spurt out my load the way nature intended, into living flesh instead of sterile rubber.

Yeah, she’s got a great ass and a great pussy... and a great pair of tits as well. Not overly big like some obscene silicone stuffed page three bimbo dolly, but a really nice size and incredibly perky with these sexy big nipples that stand out like bullets and are just made for chewing and sucking. Not that she lets me chew them too hard, but I do get the occasional nibble. I love burying my face in those wobbly mounds and smothering myself in the glory of her tit flesh. I love rubbing my cock inside them as well, squashing them together and riding between them then spurting my load all over her face. Sadly she only allowed that last part the once – and even that wasn’t technically ‘allowed’. I fired pre-maturely, I got so bloody excited - I shot it all out by mistake. Tit fucking since then has become something of a rare treat; but her fabulous jugs are still great to look at when I’m shagging her cunt from the front.

A great ass and a great fanny, and a lovely pair of tits - I’m a lucky man to have a girlfriend like that. The rest of her body is fantastic as well – long slender legs and a flat sexy stomach. She works out at the gym doing aerobics and all that, but she’s not a fanatic – Kyla prefers swimming to sweating on a treadmill. The end result is perfect for me: trim and toned; her skin so soft and smooth, her five feet nine frame beautifully proportioned.

What else can I tell you? A great ass, great tits, and generally great body... and let’s not forget a really great face! She’s twenty-five years old but you’d guess her younger. She’s still got that fresh schoolgirl look about her, with her stylishly cut shoulder length fair hair, apple soap skin and flawless complexion; sapphire blue eyes that seem to sparkle and full ruby lips that smile so sweetly. With a face like that it’s no wonder I love to fuck her! Shame she doesn’t take to getting fucked in the face, though – just getting my knob in her mouth is a bit of an achievement. Not too partial to giving blowjobs is my girlfriend Kyla. But hey, does it sound like I’m complaining?

Well yes, is the answer! I bloody well am. Or at least I will do once I’ve finished this fuck and spurted out my mess inside her!

So there I was - gazing down at her sweet face as my cock was pounding at her luscious little pussy. With one hand I was playing with her fabulous tits, the other was doing its best to finger her clit. I was trying to bring her off, have her come along with me, but Kyla seemed to be a few steps behind.

I’m gonna come! Oh shit! I’m gonna come! I yelled.

Oh yeah! Don’t hold back! Go for it! Kyla urged.

I couldn’t have held back even if I’d wanted to. Her cunt felt so good to my naked cock. And I was fucking her real deep, slamming it in; she was holding her legs curled back and wide-spread, keeping the perfect position for my final hard run. A few more thrusts and I would be done.

Yes! Yes! Yes! I screamed.

Then I buried my cock all the way to the root and threw my head back as I let out a yell. The spunk coursed out of me; spurt after spurt, splashing into my girlfriend’s vagina.

Oh yeah! Yeah! Squeeze it all out, moaned Kyla, and she helped me along with some pulsing of her cunt. Boy did that feel good!

I revelled in my moment as I spilled it all out; then I did the noble thing. I lay down upon her and kissed her on the lips.

God, that was good, I whispered to her face. I waited on some response, but Kyla gave nothing in return. I wanted to ask, but I lacked the courage. It’s hard to credit when I look back on all that happened, but that’s how I felt at the time. I thought I was losing her. More than three years together – I feared the magic had gone – at least it had gone for Kyla.

You didn’t come, I said, stating the obvious. My cock’s still hard. Do you want me to fuck you some more.

No, I’m all right.

I’ll lick you out if you’d prefer.

With your spunk in there! No, really – I’m all right. Let me go to the bathroom and get cleaned up.

Okay.

I pulled out of her feeling deflated in more ways than one. Despite my bravado, my cock was flagging, and my heart was sinking as well. I watched as Kyla got off the bed then disappeared into the en-suite bathroom. I notice some of my cum dripping down the back of her thigh – a quick wash would soon take care of that.

A wash!

Immediate sanitisation!

It seemed like only yesterday when she would lie with me after sex, snuggling up after our mutual climax, the pair of us having timed it to perfection. We would lie for ages all hot and steamy, our bodies ripe with the smell of our sex and the secretions of our lust. Then I’d warm her up for another round; my cock rarely flagging for long. I would kiss her all over, licking off her sweat. I would get between her legs and happily lick her out. I wasn’t bothered about my spunk being in her cunt – it made it dirtier knowing that I’d put it there. I would make her come at least one more time then I’d fuck her again, bringing her to another climax as I shot out my second load.

Now she went to the bathroom straight after the first and only round.

Now she didn’t even come the once!

Of course the magic was gone... and one way or the other, I had to bring it back. The alternative was just too horrible to contemplate.

Chapter 2

You know... it’s not the be all and end all, Robbie.

A fork full of pasta was half way to my mouth. It stopped there as I gawped at my lunch partner. I’m sure there was an expression of mystified horror on my face which would have suggested she had just sprouted a pair of horns.

You can be such a div, Kath. Of course it’s the be all and end all. Once the sex goes... then that’s it.

Not always, replied Kath. She made a slight shake of her head to underline the point, although I’m sure the real reason was to flick her luscious honey blonde hair and catch the attention of the pack of wolves who were sitting at the nearby table. It was hardly necessary; they were already leering at her with boners in their pants. And quite rightly so! Kath is a stunning looking woman, despite having recently hit forty – a real piece of work – a fully ripe babe of the very highest quality. She’s a sort of older, more voluptuous version of Kyla – a great face and a great body – curvier than my girlfriend’s – some would say sexier, but I know who I prefer. But whether it’s tits, legs or ass that you happen to be into – Kath delivers it in spades. We’ve worked for the same company for the past two years; Kath joining a few months after I did. Being devoted to another woman, I was probably the only guy in the office who didn’t try it on, so naturally we became instant best friends.

Hark at you! I announced, putting the fork full of pasta back on my plate. Don’t tell me you’d waste your time on any bloke who didn’t deliver in the sack.

We’re not talking about me; we’re talking about you and Kyla. The pair of you are nuts about each other – it’ll sort itself out. As I said, it’s not the be all and end all... I know of plenty of couples whose sex lives have lost the initial spark and they’re still perfectly happy together.

Married couples you mean... couples with kids; or geriatrics who’ve lost the urge.

Kath threw me a scowl then shook her head slowly with mock exasperation. God, you can be so stupid, she told me. Mature people enjoy sex as well, you know. She paused for a moment then with a wicked smile on her lips, she added, I can certainly vouch for that - my Saturday night being a classic example. God, did I scream – the whole street must have heard me. Shameful really, but who cares?

Slut! I snapped out, delighting in her brazenness. Was he really good then? What was it about him – did he have a really big cock?

Kath feigned horror at my vulgarity, although she was far from offended. We always meet up every Monday for lunch and the main topic of conversation is her latest man – a fast moving feast, I might add, as each week it is invariably someone new. It was a sign of the depth of my concern about Kyla that it was my sex life, not hers, that had taken priority today.

Did he have a really big cock, indeed! Kath said. A lady never reveals such intimate details about her lovers.

A lady might not, but you will. You always do. So come on, tell me about this stud who must have been hung like a horse to make you howl like a bitch in heat.

Later! We need to sort you out first. Are you really worried about this? You’re still having sex, and regularly by the sound of things. It can’t be that big a problem.

Not yet, perhaps. But I think its slipping away – In fact I know it is. The sexual chemistry isn’t the same – not for Kyla. Perhaps it was never there in the first place – you know – she was never the most adventurous lover with me, but now it’s gone totally flat. I still get my kicks; but she sure as hell doesn’t. And I’m sorry, whatever you might think - if you don’t have kids and you’re in your twenties, sex is what counts. So if it isn’t working in the sack, then it simply isn’t working.

I’m still not totally convinced, but go on, spill it all out. Tell me why you’re so concerned.

Kath’s eyes were now glued to me, giving me her full attention. Her food was pushed aside, the meal barely touched. I was so lucky to have her as a friend. I’ve got a few male friends that I could have confided in, but they’d never understand – not in the way Kath would. She was so empathetic – she let me verbalise what I’d been afraid to even think.

"I know that sounds shallow, but... that’s what most men are... shallow. I love