The Life of Miss Nyte
Copyright© 2026 by Mixx Nyte
Guess Who's back for Dinner?
Guess who’s back for dinner?
It’s been five years. Five years since that bitch got me locked up. How the hell did I get so distracted? How the hell did I let her trick me? Well, I made her a promise and I’m a man of my word.
She moved, tried to change her look. Somehow she’s actually sexier than when I last saw her making her statement in court. I guess, to her merit, she played down a lot of what happened. Her cowardly ex though was the most damning witness. Or victim, depends on how you look at it.
I’m Mike, I’ve been in jail for grand larceny, grand theft auto, and this more recent stint was for unlawful imprisonment and a felony torture conviction. Somehow, I got off pretty easy despite being a repeat offender.
Eh, okay so that dumb bitch was a help with that one too, saying I actually ‘saved’ her from a psycho ex. Still, she called the damn cops on me! She called them!
Well, I found her. She’s a PI now, kinda cute right? Apparently couldn’t cut it as a cop, not confident enough for paralegal or anything more than that, so she picked PI.
I’ve been watching her for a while and she hasn’t seemed to notice, not a great PI.
Five damn years, she was the last attractive woman I was with, and now I’m going to get my revenge. Steaks are in the cooler, along with some red wine. She actually had a pretty good point about food and pleasure. Prison food is absolute shit, but I’ve been saving my palette for this night, waiting to savor every moment.
She should be coming back from playing cribbage later. Right? Who plays cribbage these days? Apparently it’s a thing though. Whatever, it gets her out and gives me time to get everything ready.
It’s surprisingly easy to slip into her new place. Not a shitty apartment, she was able to afford a decent two bedroom home in a respectable neighborhood. I’m kinda impressed, given how terrible she is as a PI, I guess she’s either doing something right, or putting that talented mouth of hers to good use.
Alright, Steaks? Check. Wine? Check. Power lines and phone lines cut? Not that the latter matters with cell phones, but, Check. Binds? Check. Candles? Check. Hey, I can be a bit romantic when I want to be, gotta do this shit right. Last time she was pretty fucking for it, at least her body was. Not sure what that crazy bitch was thinking besides how to seduce her way outta that and get my ass thrown in jail.
Sounds like her piece of shit subie just rolled up. Time to take my place. I’m comfortably sitting in the main entertaining room, there’s a small couch and a cheap office chair here. In she walks, she looks like an exhausted mess. Still kinda sexy.
“What the fuck? I paid the power bill this month ... I think...” She exclaims as she flips the switch a few times.
She hasn’t noticed me yet.
With a huff she throws her brief case to the side, removes her shoes, and takes off her coat, shirt, and bra in a seemingly fluidic movement. That was actually impressive. Don’t think I’ve seen anyone throw their clothes off so casually. Why hadn’t she done that last time at the apartments?
“Finally home, powers out, hot water please be working, I am so getting out of all these-” She paused with her hands on her pants like she was about to completely strip, until she finally saw me.
You know those loading screens you get when the computer or the phone is acting slower than shit? It was like her brain was loading the correct response to the situation.
I couldn’t help but chuckle as I stood and sauntered over to her, lifting her face to see me better in the faint light through the frosted doorway windows.
“Been a while cutie.”
I pulled her closer and kissed her more aggressively than I had intended to. C’mon, it’s been five years, she was lucky I wasn’t throwing her against a wall instantly.
“M-Mike? How the-” She began as soon as I pulled away, but I held a finger against her lips.
“I made you a promise. Don’t you remember?”
The look she had when it dawned on her. Oh my god, I will savor that about as much as I will savor everything to happen.
She began to tremble in my arms, such a wonderful feeling with those perfectly sized breasts pressed up against my chest. I wanted to say ‘fuck it’ and just take her there. No, I’ve been planning this for five gawddamned years!
“Those off.” I commanded, pointing at her pants.
She hesitated, I could see her calculating something.
“Off.” I said again, making it clear by my tone that she had better listen.
She had a bit of a glare but complied.
“Good girl, you can keep your socks on.” I led her to the kitchen and dining combination room. There I had put a satin cloth on the table for her to lay on. I wasn’t a total animal, I wanted her to be somewhat comfortable up there while I tore into a steak served on her ass.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Language.” I chided her, though I am a foul mouthed fucker myself, but she’s a lady, she shouldn’t swear like that.
This woman, a lady she may ... porbably not, be, is rather expressive. I have not seen so many different looks given to me by anyone else in so little time.
“I’m a man of my word, now get that cute little ass face up on the table. Do you want your stake plated?” I didn’t want her to feel like I was going to treat her like a savage, or animal by not giving her the option of eating off a plate.
Like I said, I can be a decent guy when I want to be. She’s worth it, as long as her skills with that mouth haven’t dulled anyway.
“Why?”
Did she really just ask why? She must have some sort of psychosis. Or she’s fucking brilliant. Not much in between available.
So, what else could I do? I slapped her across the face. Not too hard, she was still standing, but she did look absolutely shocked. I like how expressive she is.
“Table, ass face up. Now.” She didn’t need me to repeat myself that time.
“Plate.”
“Huh?” I was busy getting the steaks out while she was getting into a comfortable position.
“I’d like my steak on a plate please.”
“Sure, do you need cutlery too?”
“Of course I need cutlery, do you expect me to eat off a plate like a dog? I wouldn’t ask for a plate if that was my intention.”
Wow, she was snappy. So what else could I do? I smacked her ass, this was actually hard. She yelped, what cute sound, I slapped her ass again just to hear that adorable yelp again.
“What the fuck?!” she growled.
“Ah, behave yourself little lady.” I warned. That quelled the little attitude she was trying to start.
Seeing her like that, laying on the table, ass up, legs crossed at the ankle. Fuck, five years ... five years ... I was going to make sure to milk this night for every single fucking night I spent locked up.
She was quiet while we ate. Raw steak is actually pretty easy to cut, so it was surprisingly easy to not slice her up with the sharp knife.
Oh, right, I did give her a knife too, I’m not too worried about her trying to use it against me, I’ve got the upper hand here having her ass up on the table.
“So what are your plans with me?” She asked as she took the last bite of her steak.
I couldn’t help but smile, taking the cutlery from her and putting mine with hers into the sink. “Oh you’ll see cutie. Don’t get up just yet.”
I pulled a bag from under the table and took out the binds. I brought a few different items to tie her up. Nylon rope, hand cuffs, zip ties, tape. Really, I didn’t know which one I wanted to use.
Was that curiosity in her eyes as she watched? Oh, I could tell she was going to enjoy herself with this too.
“You know, not a day has gone by since lock up that I haven’t thought of you.” I admitted while running a hand over each item.
“I have been craving that talented tongue of yours, to feel your soft warm body against mine...” I watched her closely for any tell of what she might want me to use. Her eyes moved ever so slightly each time my hands passed over the rope.
“To thrust my hard cock in and out of that tight little pussy of yours...” Rope it was.
I took hold of the rope and pulled it taught between my hands, staring at her as her breath began to quicken.
She looked up at me, fear and pleading in her eyes. This, oh god I’ve been waiting for this.
“Five...” I pulled her wrists into my grasp with one hand and began to wrap the rope around them with the other, “ ... Fucking...” I used the rope to pull her off the table, and onto my waiting lap. “ ... Years”