Mastering Kyla (Stone Cellar Erotica) (6 page)

He pushed Kyla back into the wall on the side of the hut, freeing his cock with his other hand. Kyla watched as he pulled a condom out of his wallet. She glanced back at the party. They were close enough to hear the laughter of the guests, the clink of silverware, the music. Just past them, a wooden-beam fence split the meadow, separating them from a calm little lake.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked, eyes wide.

“This is your punishment for tying up that luscious red hair of yours into a braid.”

“Oh.” Kyla’s eyes snapped back to his face, suddenly focused on him. He felt a swell of pride that she’d accepted him so completely. Jackson sheathed himself, then lifted Kyla off her feet.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

“Yes, sir.” Kyla wrapped her legs around his hips. Knowing she was ready for him, Jackson rammed himself into her without ceremony. He grinned at Kyla’s gasp. Since this was technically a punishment, Jackson decided to fuck her fast and hard against the side of the building.

“Don’t make a sound,” he commanded.

Kyla bit her lip, wincing with the effort of keeping silent. The sound of their fucking—the wet pull of her channel around his cock, his balls slapping her ass with each thrust, the solid pounding of her back against the wall—only heightened the eroticism of the moment. It was fast but intense, and added to Kyla’s already aroused state, it didn’t take long for her orgasm to claim her. He could feel her core clamp down on his cock, but he wasn’t done with her.

Kyla felt the orgasm wash through her, riding the crest until it shattered through her body. And all the while, she remained silent.

Jackson withdrew and Kyla slumped, sated. But Jackson had other plans for her. He took her by the arm and walked her to the wooden-beam fence. He bent her over the top beam. She knew better than to question him, now that he was Sir.

He lifted her skirt up and positioned himself behind her, slamming into her pussy again. He rode her hard, gripping the post on either side of her for better traction, fucking her with such power the whole fence shook.

Kyla bore it in silence until she felt the second climax roaring toward her like a freight train. “Sir,” she panted.

“Are you using your safe word?”

“No, sir.”

“Then don’t speak unless I tell you to.” Jackson reached forward and grabbed a hold of her braid, gripping it so tightly he had full control of her head. He pulled back, forcing her to jut her breasts out as she arched her back. “This is nice. Like reins, Kyla. Every time you braid your hair, I’m going to fuck you like a stallion fucks his mare. Do you like this, Kyla? Answer me.”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was hoarse with effort. Jackson reached around and cupped one of her breasts roughly. It was the last straw. Her second climax roared through her and Kyla felt like she would fly apart. She fought to keep from screaming her ecstasy into the night, forgetting for the moment the wedding, full of guests, just one hundred feet away. The only thing keeping her silent was her desire to please Jackson.

Red and gold stars seemed to explode behind her eyes as she rode the waves of her orgasm for what seemed like minutes. When the climax finally subsided, Kyla waited for Jackson to come. Instead, Jackson caught her hands and pinned her wrists together against the small of her back.

“We’re not done, my little filly.” Jackson tightened his grip on her hair and pushed her head forward, holding her down over the railing while his other hand kept her wrists pinned. “I want to feel you gallop one more time.”

He set to work again, pumping into her with a steady, driving rhythm. Kyla’s core ached with the combined effort of multiple orgasms, but her body could not ignore Jackson’s command. As he worked himself in and out of her with long, strong strokes, she felt another burning swell of sensation kindling in her core. It threatened to be the biggest orgasm yet, and Kyla shivered under Jackson’s hands.

“Oh. Oh, sir...”

“Kyla,” Jackson growled.

But Kyla was too far gone to heed his warning. A tsunami of sensation crushed her reason and she opened her mouth to scream. Jackson, anticipating her, released her wrists and clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her sobs of ecstasy. When he didn’t seem to be slowing down, Kyla started bucking against him, unable to take another orgasm. Jackson kept his hand over her mouth and pinned her hips down under his own, driving deep into her and finally, finally shuddering his own climax into her soft folds.

Kyla was shaking so badly after the crushing force of this last orgasm that she couldn’t support her own weight. Jackson withdrew from her and Kyla hung over the wooden-beam like a rag doll with its stuffing pulled out.

Jackson quickly tucked himself away and straightened his clothes. Then he took his handkerchief and wiped away the flood of Kyla’s juices from between her legs. She heard him chuckle softly.

“What?” She was too tired to bother with the rules, and anyway, her punishment was over now.

“Your body is amazing.” Jackson turned the handkerchief in on itself and gently wiped her again. “You are so incredibly responsive.”

“Only to you,” Kyla said.

When Jackson had finished cleaning her up, he scooped her into his arms and walked her back toward the wedding.

“We should pay our respects to the bride and groom, then get the hell out of here,” he said.

“Agreed.”

Jackson set her back on her feet at the edge of the tent. Kyla took a deep, steadying breath and clung to his arm. They slipped back into the reception. Michael spotted them almost immediately and made a beeline straight for them. When he reached them, his nose wrinkled. He glared at Jackson.

“I can smell the sex on you two,” he snapped. His eyes slid over Kyla’s heaving chest. “So, Kyla. All this time you were just playing the prude with me? I mean, if I’d known what a little slut you were, I wouldn’t have ditched you at the altar.”

Jackson moved, rocketing a fist across Michael’s face. Michael’s head snapped back. He stared at Jackson, eyes lit with rage. And then a stream of blood issued out of his nose.

Jackson grabbed a napkin off the nearest table and handed it to Michael. “Here. I think it’s time for you to take Rebound and go.”

“You telling me to leave?” Michael’s eyes flashed at Jackson.

“Yes.” Jackson’s voice was cold, unyielding.

Michael glanced at Kyla, then back at Jackson. Finally, he snorted in disgust. “Whatever. You two deserve each other.” He turned, gesturing for his date. “Cindy! We’re leaving.” Cindy turned at his voice, her face registering shock when she saw the blood.

“I think it’s time for us to be heading home, too,” Jackson said. Kyla realized they’d made a bit of a scene. “You’ll have to call Jess after she gets home from her honeymoon.”

They slipped out of the party and hurried to Jackson’s car. As he slipped behind the wheel of the car, Kyla started giggling.

“Kyla?” Jackson looked at her, concerned.

“Thanks for that,” she said, wiping tears out of her eyes. “Now, whenever I think about Michael, I’m going to see that stupid surprised expression on his face.”

“Okay, I think that wine has finally gone to your head.” Jackson smiled and pulled out of the parking lot. Kyla kept giggling, giddy, all the way home. When they reached her apartment, she invited Jackson inside.

“I had a surprise for you, but you already kind of discovered it,” she said, lowering her eyes.

“Yeah.” Jackson gave her a rueful grin. “If we’re talking about your missing panties, that was definitely a surprise.”

“You know, seeing him... it wasn’t as bad as I feared.”

Jackson took her in his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace. He bent forward and kissed her tenderly. “If I hadn’t already fucked you pretty thoroughly tonight, I’d take you to bed right now.”

“Don’t tell me you’re too tired to play?” Kyla’s voice held more than a hint of challenge.

Jackson’s eyebrow quirked up in evident surprise. He swept her up off of her feet and carried her to her bedroom. Jackson strode into her room and deposited Kyla at the foot of her brass bed. With deft, quick hands, he found the zipper of her dress and peeled it off of her. She gasped as he picked her up by the hips and tossed her into the center of her bed.

“I’ve been wanting to try this.” He rifled through the drawers of her dresser.

“Hey,” she laughed. “I just folded those things.” Jackson found what he was searching for and straightened. Kyla’s eyes caught sight of the multi-colored scarves in his hands.

“Lay down, Kyla.” His voice had sharpened to what she was learning was his dom voice.

“Yes, sir.” She did as he ordered, feeling a delicious shiver spreading through her body. She was still sore from the sex at the wedding, but her core was already tingling in anticipation of more.

Jackson used the scarves to tie her, spread eagled, to the four posts of the brass bed. When she was securely bound, he climbed onto the bed with her, positioning himself between her legs. He lowered his head to her mound and began to lick her sensitive nub.

Kyla bucked under him, hissing with the sensation. Maddeningly, Jackson continued to lick and suck her clit, but offered no other stimulation. Kyla’s core began to ache, longing to be filled.

Jackson paused and glanced at her with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Feel free to be as loud as you want.”

“My neighbors,” Kyla panted.

“You can always move.”

Before Kyla could respond to this, Jackson continued his relentless assault on her clit. Kyla thrashed in her bonds, a moan building in her throat. He teased her, circling her electric nub and then threatening to penetrate her folds with his hot tongue. After several minutes of this, Kyla’s slit was slick with her juices and she was mewling loudly with need.

Jackson unzipped his fly and freed his erection. He slipped on the condom he had at the ready, and looked down. Kyla was staring at him, her eyes dark pools of desire.

“You know, I’m proud of you,” he murmured. “You faced him and you survived. I think you’re ready to move on with your life.”

Kyla smiled at Jackson.

He slammed his cock home, filling her completely. Kyla screamed in pure elation. Jackson pummeled into her, fucking her so hard the headboard slammed into her wall over and over and over again.

Her neighbor, a crotchety old man, banged on the wall in return. Kyla and Jackson met each other’s stare, grinning, caught. Jackson redoubled his efforts and Kyla, moaning as the sensations mounted within her, lost all sense of place and time.

“You sound like a cat in heat!” her old neighbor screamed through the wall.

Kyla and Jackson burst out laughing, but Jackson didn’t break his rhythm. Kyla’s laughter faded as her orgasm slammed into her, and Jackson watched her writhing underneath him. As she tipped over the edge, Jackson sought his own release and they spiraled into their climaxes together.

After, once Jackson had freed her from the scarves and sat massaging her tender wrists, Kyla sighed happily. How different her life was, now that Jackson was a part of it. She snuggled closer to him, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Chapter 7

As the summer drew to a close, Jackson and Kyla decided to take a picnic into the foothills for a romantic hike. She’d gone backpacking in these mountains with her father as a girl, and the serene location always soothed and centered her. Today was no exception. The sky was clear and startlingly blue.

They’d parked the car at the trailhead an hour ago and made their way to this beautiful vantage point. From here, they could see the ocean and, down the coast, Portland.

“Beautiful,” Kyla breathed.

“Yes.” Jackson was staring at her with undisguised admiration.

Kyla blushed and rooted through the basket for the picnic blanket. With a deft flick of her wrist, she unfurled the blanket onto the ground.

Jackson sat on it and reached out for her. Kyla joined him, leaning against him. He felt so comfortable, so safe. This was where she belonged.

“This was a good idea,” Kyla murmured.

“Do I have any other kind?”

Kyla punched him playfully. Jackson caught her chin in one hand and tilted her face up. He kissed her lazily under the spreading sky.

“Are you happy, Kyla?”

“Yes.” She stared into Jackson’s eyes, marveling yet again at how much he’d taught her about herself. It was as he’d promised. He’d freed her from her self-hatred. In turning over control of her pleasure to him, Kyla had never felt so understood, so cared for.

“I’m glad.” Jackson reached into the basket and pulled out the picnic he had prepared. A zesty summer salad was followed by delicious Panini sandwiches of roast turkey, brie, and roasted red peppers. As they ate, they sipped delicate champagne chilled in a bottle-sized cooler.

“It’s all so delicious,” Kyla said, leaning back once she’d finished her sandwich. “What’s for dessert?”

“Well, I hope you like it,” Jackson said.

“I can’t imagine not loving it. Everything else was incredible.”

Jackson reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a small black box. Kyla’s breath caught. She raised her eyes and found Jackson staring at her almost anxiously. He opened the lid of the box. A beautiful diamond ring sparkled inside.

Kyla clapped her hands over her mouth, unable to speak for a moment.

“Kyla, I want you. I want you by my side for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

A laugh of pure joy bubbled out of Kyla. She embraced Jackson, shaking with emotion. “Yes,” she said. “Yes.”

Jackson caught her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. It gleamed like a captured star on her finger. She looked up and met his eyes again. His expression softened. He reached a thumb up to brush away the tear sliding down one cheek.

“I love you, Kyla.”

“Oh, Jackson. I didn’t even know I could be this happy.”

Jackson gave her one of those incredible smiles. It melted something inside of her. Kyla leaned forward and kissed him. Jackson lay back and pulled her on top of him. She reached down and unzipped his pants underneath her.