Mastering Kyla (Stone Cellar Erotica) (3 page)

“I believe you,” Jackson said. “And I’m not surprised. Like I said, I can see what you need, even if you’re not aware of it. Yet.”

“How?” Kyla wondered aloud.

“I’ve watched you,” Jackson said. And now it was his turn to sound hesitant. He cleared his throat, and his fingers slipped into her wet folds. Kyla leaned back into her seat, letting her legs fall open for him. “I’ve harbored feelings for you for a long time,” Jackson said. “I thought I’d have a chance with you after you and Mike broke up in college... only you two never broke up.”

Kyla’s eyes widened, both at this confession, and at the sensations building in her core under the careful ministrations of his fingers. Jackson watched her. His expression was unguarded, almost afraid.

Kyla slipped farther down the chair, pushing into his fingers, her eyes half-lidded with building desire. “I wish you’d said something before,” she murmured. “Now we have to make up for lost time.”

Jackson withdrew his fingers suddenly and Kyla’s eyes opened in shock. At first she was afraid that she’d said something to offend him, but then she saw the desire in his eyes. Kyla licked her lips.

“Should we go inside?” she asked.

Jackson led Kyla into his house. She clung to his hand through the dark kitchen until he found the switch. And then he heard her gasp. But Kyla’s surprise didn’t please him the way it had with other girls. He was an architect, and yes, he wanted to impress her, but right now he was having trouble concentrating with the rush of emotions he was experiencing.

A part of Jackson was still reeling from what he had told her in the car. He’d admitted his deepest secret to her, something he’d never even told his best friend Mike. He’d left himself open for rejection. And yet... she hadn’t rejected him. She was here. She was ready to play.

And Jackson needed to make sure he did this right.

Kyla was a natural sub, he noticed it from the beginning. She needed her partner to take the lead in the bedroom. Someone to care for her, to keep her safe, and to provide her with what she needed physically to get off.

But now he was doubting himself. He had his dream girl here, willing and ready for him. She’d let him fuck her in the alley and practically begged for seconds. But was she ready for everything he could show her?

Confidence!
His inner dom barked.
You saw the way she responded in the bar when you grabbed her arm.
He’d been rough with her three times, and each time she’d responded as a textbook sub. Mouth parted, eyes dilating, ready for his direction, eager to please him.

Yes, this is what she needed. And she was asking Jackson to give it to her.

“You have a beautiful home,” Kyla said, looking out past the kitchen to the split-level living room.

“Just wait,” Jackson said, smiling. “You haven’t even seen the best part.” Feeling his confidence returning, Jackson took Kyla by the hand and led her back to his playroom.

Chapter 3

When Jackson opened the door to the room at the end of the hall, Kyla expected to see his bedroom. She did not expect to see what looked like some sort of kinky modern torture chamber. There was a strange, heavy wooden X against one wall, with leather cuffs at each point. A bookshelf held an assortment of objects, only some of which she recognized—and all of which made her blush.

For a moment, she hesitated. Jackson turned and regarded her silently. He released her hand. Some part of her wanted to turn and run away. But another part of her couldn’t help but wonder what Jackson might have in store for her.

She shivered and took a step farther into the room.

There was a strange-looking piece of furniture planted in the center of the room. At first, Kyla thought it was some kind of sawhorse, but it was upholstered in red leather. Four smaller ledges were affixed to the sides of the horse about half-way down, parallel to the ground. Each ledge was also upholstered in red leather. And—Kyla’s mouth went dry as she noticed—each ledge came equipped with a leather-and-metal restraint. To hold someone down. As that realization hit her, her core pulsed with a renewed ache of desire.

“Kyla.” Jackson’s voice sent a shiver down Kyla’s spine. She turned to face him, unsteady on her feet. He was watching her closely. “You’re free to leave at any time.”

“Oh.” Kyla winced at the tremor in her voice. “Okay.”

“But if you stay, you play by my rules.”

“Rules?”

“In here, I’m in charge,” Jackson said. He took a step toward her, and she was reminded of a panther circling its wounded prey. Powerful, confident, in his element. “I’m in charge of everything. Do you understand?”

Kyla nodded, then managed a weak, “yes.”

Jackson slipped one warm hand under her jacket, cupping her breast. Her eyes fluttered of their own accord, and she felt herself leaning into his touch. His hand slid down across her belly, then lower, to her mound. He cupped her sex through her skirt. Kyla drew in a sharp breath, but didn’t pull away.

“In this room, I’m in charge of your cunt.” His voice was husky. “Say it.”

“You’re in charge,” Kyla whispered.

“The whole thing, Kyla.” Jackson’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Kyla felt her heartbeat kick up a notch. She swallowed, unsure how to respond. This was crazy... wasn’t it? But then, why was she so turned on? “You’re in charge of my cunt.” As she said the words, heat flooded between her legs and Kyla shivered at her body’s response.

Jackson smiled. “That’s good, Kyla. Now. Pick a safe word.”

Kyla gaped at him, her mind reeling. A safe word. That was for BDSM stuff, wasn’t it? Kyla blushed at the absurdity of this thought. Of course it was. She was standing in Jackson’s personal BDSM playroom, about to become his next conquest. She should just tell him to go fuck himself and get the hell out of here. But Kyla found she couldn’t even glance at the door. Her eyes were riveted to Jackson. And—she realized with a strange numbness—she wanted this.

Some part of Kyla relaxed, and she took a deep breath. “Um... coconut?”

Jackson’s eyes twinkled in amusement. “Coconut. Okay, Kyla. Use your safe word if anything gets to be too much. You use your word, and everything stops. But if you can take it, I can promise you, I can set you free. I’m asking you to trust me. Do you trust me, Kyla?”

“Yes,” Kyla said. And as she said it, she realized she did trust him.

Jackson pulled her to him and kissed her, hard. His tongue pushed past her lips, demanding surrender. Kyla clung to him as he ravaged her mouth. That deep, pulsing ache spread throughout her core, a need bordering on pain. Jackson released her and Kyla staggered, unsteady on her feet.

“While we are in this room, you will refer to me as sir.”

“Okay, um... sir.” Kyla expected to feel silly saying the word. Instead, it seemed to align something within her. It felt safe.

“Strip for me, Kyla.” Jackson said it so casually, at first Kyla thought she’d misunderstood him. But when he crossed his arms, waiting, she lifted one hand to the collar of her coat, still damp from the rain. Jackson’s expression didn’t alter. Kyla slid the jacket off, acutely aware of his eyes sliding across her body. It was so strange—that man at the bar, the one who’d tried to chat her up, when he’d ogled her it had filled her with fury. But Jackson’s calm perusal of her figure was... thrilling.

Kyla’s fingers trembled on the buttons of her blouse. She worked one free, then another. As she undid the buttons, Jackson’s eyes followed her hands down. She saw his nostrils flare and allowed herself a small smile. Kyla turned her back to Jackson as she tugged the shirt down off her shoulders. Very slowly, she let the blouse slide down, revealing her back inch by inch. She let the blouse drop and turned back to face Jackson.

The expression on his face filled her with satisfaction; he looked stricken. Jackson swallowed, his Adam’s apple undulating beneath the skin of his sculpted neck. Kyla reached for the side zipper of her skirt and tugged it down. As the skirt slipped down around her ankles, Kyla reached behind her to unclasp the hooks of her bra. She hugged the cups to her chest, sliding first one, then the other strap off her shoulders.

“You’re teasing me.” Jackson’s tone was light, but Kyla heard something harder beneath the words. She looked up at him quickly. “You know you’ll have to pay for that later.”

The promise sent another shiver cascading over Kyla’s skin. She let her hands fall, and her bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor at her feet. The only things left were her panties and her shoes. She slid her thumbs beneath the sides of her panties and pushed them down, letting them slip over her thighs to fall softly around her ankles. She stepped out of the lacy underwear and bent to undo the straps of her high heels.

“No.” Jackson’s voice startled her and she looked up. “Leave the shoes on.” He walked around her, appraising her from every angle. Jackson finished his circuit and met her eyes. He brushed his fingers underneath her jaw, tilting her head up so she could look him directly in the eyes. “You asked me for help,” he said quietly.

“Yes.” Then, remembering, she quickly corrected herself. “Yes, sir.”

“You’ve been miserable, Kyla.” It wasn’t a question, but she nodded anyway. “You’ve been miserable because you know you deserve punishment. And I’m going to give it to you.”

Kyla’s breath hitched in her throat. “What have I done to deserve punishment, sir?”

“You know what you’ve done, Kyla. You know why you’re here, why you need me to punish you.”

“I don’t,” Kyla whispered.

“No. I think you do.” Jackson’s eyes hardened. It sent a thrill of fear through Kyla’s belly. “You made a huge mistake, Kyla. You were ready to spend the rest of your life with that worthless asshole. And now you’re going to pay for it.”

His words struck Kyla to the core. In an instant, hot tears were welling in her eyes. Kyla was afraid to blink, afraid of the humiliation of crying in front of this man who’d seen the truth she hadn’t even allowed herself to acknowledge. After everything Michael had done to her, she didn’t hate him. She hated herself for trusting him.

Gently, Jackson reached up and wiped the tears from her eyes. “It’s okay,” he said. His voice was soft and kind. “You’ll pay for this mistake, and after your punishment, you’ll be free of your burden. You’ll feel so much better.” Jackson kissed her once, a tender kiss as sweet as it was fleeting. Then he stepped back. “Get on your knees.”

Kyla hesitated only a moment before dropping to kneel before him. Her eyes caught on the bulge in his pants and she stared, suddenly eager to feel him inside her again.

Jackson looked down at the tangle of Kyla’s red hair and allowed himself to savor the sight of her, naked, kneeling, ready to please him. He unzipped his pants, freeing his straining cock from its prison for the second time in an hour.

“Open your mouth.”

Like a perfect submissive, Kyla’s lips parted instantly. Her eyelashes fluttered as she glanced up at him, unsure but willing to follow where he led. Jackson guided his engorged head to her lips. He could feel her hot breath, coming in quick, nervous pants. But she waited for his direction.

“Take me inside,” Jackson commanded.

Kyla leaned forward, taking his cock into her velvety warm mouth. Jackson fisted his hands in her hair and slowly moved her back and forth, marveling at the sight of his shaft sliding between those luscious lips. He didn’t push all the way in, but he did go deep. Kyla took him, struggling to accept as much of him as she could.

And then she flicked the tip of her tongue across the head of his cock. The sensation rocketed through his sex, setting his blood boiling. Jackson grunted in surprised pleasure, and Kyla redoubled her efforts. Pleasure, like molten gold, started building within him. Jackson gripped her copper main tighter, pumping himself in and out of her mouth. Kyla’s tongue worked over him, pushing him past the point of endurance.

He hadn’t meant to come this early in the evening, but he couldn’t hold back the cresting wave of sensation—not with Kyla’s tongue darting across his cock, licking and sucking him with greedy vigor. He climaxed hard, thrusting deeper into her mouth. Kyla gripped his thighs, startled, but she didn’t pull away. He felt the hot surge as he spilled his seed into her eager mouth. Kyla swallowed it down, sucking him as his cock pulsed between her lips, milking him dry.

When Jackson gathered the strength to straighten himself up, Kyla sat back on her heels with a gleam in her eye.

“Was that my punishment, sir?” She shrugged her graceful shoulders and gave him a shy smile. “It wasn’t so bad.”

Jackson gave her a slow grin. “Oh, Kyla. Your punishment has barely begun.”

Chapter 4

Kyla took the hand that Jackson offered. He helped her to her feet and led her to the strange piece of furniture she’d noticed earlier. He positioned her at one end of the sawhorse and pointed at the two lower padded ledges.

“Put your knees there and bend over the bench.”

“Yes, sir.” Kyla placed her knees on the padded ledges and leaned over the top of the sawhorse—bench—whatever it was, placing her hands on the leather padding that covered it.

“No,” Jackson said. He put his hand between Kyla’s shoulder blades and pushed her firmly down so that her entire torso, from her chest to her mound, was pressed against the leather. “Now, put your hands here.”

Jackson pointed to the other padded ledges on the side nearest to Kyla’s head. She found that they were at the perfect height for her to rest her forearms against them, curling her hands over the front edge as he directed. Jackson knelt down in front of her and strapped her wrists to the bench with those leather cuffs. Then he walked around behind her. He took one of her feet in his hands and slid her knee forward until the top of her foot was touching the frame of the bench. He strapped her ankle there with another cuff and moved to the other side.

With her legs positioned firmly on the bench, Kyla felt spread even wider than she had when Jackson was fucking her in the alley.