Mastering Kyla (Stone Cellar Erotica)

by Stone, Aubrey

  After a few minutes of this, they were both breathing hard.

  “Kyla. If you don’t stop me, I’m going to fuck you,” Jackson whispered into her ear. Kyla whimpered, but she made no other sound. Jackson slid a hand up into her hair and grasped a fistful of the glorious red curls. He pulled her head back, exposing her throat. He kissed her from the refined edge of her jaw all the way down to her collarbone.

  “Jackson,” Kyla breathed.

  “I know you want this,” Jackson murmured against her throat. “You want me to fuck you.”

  Kyla moaned in response. Jackson placed one hand back on her breast and pinched her nipple, harder. She gasped, doubling over and pushing her ass back against the bulge in his pants.

  “That’s a good girl,” Jackson said. He pulled up the edge of her skirt and slid his hand up her thigh. As he got closer to the warmth between her legs, she let out a ragged breath. “Widen your stance,” Jackson commanded.

  Kyla tentatively parted her thighs. Jackson gave a grunt of frustration and wrapped his free hand around her hips. He lifted her up and slid a foot between her ankles, sweeping her feet apart until she was spread eagle against the wall.

  While she was still recovering from this, he slipped two fingers past her panties and drove them into her warm, wet folds. Kyla groaned and bucked back into his hand, letting her head fall forward, pushing against the wall to keep from falling down. Jackson grinned and worked his fingers in her faster. He found the electric bundle of nerves nestled at the apex of her opening and began to tease it slowly. Kyla started panting in earnest. Jackson kept up the sensual torture, feeling a flood of Kyla’s essence dripping through his fingers.

  “Please, please,” Kyla whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

  “What, Kyla?” Jackson asked mercilessly. “What do you want. Say it.”

  Kyla, still unable to voice her desire, shuddered under his hands. She was close, and he wasn’t about to let her come that easily. He pulled his fingers away from her clit and slid her panties down. But instead of giving her what she wanted, he reached up to her breasts again, rolling first one, then the other hard nipple between his fingers. Kyla sucked in a breath, trembling even more violently. With the other hand, Jackson eased the zipper of his trousers down.

  Jackson’s cock jumped free, full and ready under his hand. He released Kyla’s breast and straightened, pulling a condom out of his wallet.

  “Jackson,” Kyla moaned. “I want you. I want you, please.”

  Jackson slid the condom down over his erection, hands shaking with the need to drive himself into her hot, wet pussy. But she had to earn it, first.

  “What exactly do you want, Kyla,” He murmured, nuzzling the hair at the back of her neck and sliding her skirt up again. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “Fuck me,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Jackson closed his eyes and thrust the full length of his cock into Kyla’s tight core.

  ***

  Kyla couldn’t stop herself from moaning as Jackson’s cock drove into her, filling her completely. He was huge. He stretched her with each solid thrust. If she weren’t so aroused he’d be hurting her, she was sure of it. But as it was, each thrust of his thick cock drove her higher and higher. This was what she’d been looking for, and she hadn’t even realized it. How had he known?

  Jackson worked her hard, his balls slapping solidly between her legs. She was acutely aware of how wide she was spread open for him. He had full access to the deepest part of her, and he plunged into her depths over and over again. Each impact sent residual thrills across her body. It was incredible. The rain pounding on the roof over head, the rhythmic grunts of effort Jackson made as he fucked her, it made her head spin with sensation.

  “You’re so tight, Kyla,” Jackson murmured into her ear. “Tight, and deep. I bet you could take all of me.” He pumped his hips against her harder, as if testing his theory. Kyla felt his cock plunging in farther still, brushing up against her cervix. She gave a little cry of surprise. Jackson chuckled and fucked her harder. “Damn, Kyla, you have no idea how good you feel.”

  Kyla held onto the wall, afraid if she let her hands move she’d collapse under the sensations. Jackson had mastered her so completely, and this was the very first time they’d ever had sex.

  Jackson slid both hands up the inside of her blouse to cup her breasts. He held onto her breasts as he worked himself in and out of her. Kyla was gasping with each thrust now. He was driving her wild and she could feel the cliff approaching.

  “Oh,” she wailed, ready to plunge over into sensation.

  “Arch your back,” he ordered.

  Without hesitation, Kyla did as he asked. Jackson dropped his hands to her hips and pinned her in an iron grip, fucking her faster, relentlessly.

  Kyla screamed as the orgasm slammed into her. Her elbows and knees buckled, but Jackson held her tightly, keeping her from falling while he continued slamming into her. Kyla felt her channel clamping down on Jackson’s cock, and heard him hiss at the sensation. But he didn’t stop, working now toward his own climax.

  Incredibly, as he pounded into her, Kyla felt herself soaring toward another orgasm. She pushed back on the wall, trying to regain her balance. Jackson chuckled again, but instead of saying anything he worked himself into her harder and faster.

  “Oh no,” Kyla said as the second orgasm raced toward her. “I can’t—” but it hit her, swept her up off her feet with the force of a hurricane. She felt her core gripping Jackson’s cock like an iron glove. His cock pulsed inside her. She could feel every twitch as he came.

  Jackson gave a shout and collapsed against her back, just managing to plant a hand on the wall next to hers before taking them both down. He held her to him with his other hand, until he was sure she wouldn’t fall.

  Kyla shuddered, recovering from the violence of her orgasm. Jackson withdrew from her. She instantly missed his warmth, but pushed herself upright, reaching down to quickly slide up her panties and smooth her skirt down.

  When she turned, Jackson was straightening his own jacket. He looked like he’d dashed a few yards. Kyla felt like she’d just run a marathon.

  Jackson eyed her with concern. “I’m... If I hurt you, I’m sorry.”

  Kyla smiled, a giddy smile. The reaction on Jackson’s face was instantaneous and almost magical. His concern melted away. “That was very nice, thanks,” Kyla said. She giggled, feeling free and relaxed and strangely comfortable with this man she’d never liked before.

  “You don’t regret...?” He glanced at the wall, where their handprints were still visible in the condensation.

  Kyla lowered her eyes, feeling suddenly shy again. “I think... you might have the right idea about what I need to forget Mic—“

  But before she could finish the thought, Jackson rushed her, pushing her back into the wall. He took her mouth in a commanding kiss, unleashing an army of butterflies in her stomach. His tongue penetrated her lips, and she felt helpless with desire in his arms. Helpless... but safe. The contradiction, as much as the kiss, left her breathless.

  “I guarantee you,” he whispered hoarsely, “after a night with me, you’ll have to strain to remember that douche bag.”

  The need in his voice was so apparent, Kyle felt a pulsing ache between her legs. “Tonight,” she said.

  Jackson looked at her, as if considering. Finally, he nodded.

  “My car is out front.” Without waiting for her response, Jackson caught her by the hand and pulled her back into the bar.

  Inside, the bartender’s eyes widened as she spotted them. Kyla saw a little pout of disappointment blossom across the bartender’s lips. It sent a thrill of amazed triumph through Kyla. Never had she been with a man like Jackson, who was so desired by so many women. But he’d chosen her. He’d fucked her in the alley when he could have had that bartender for another smile.

  Jackson led her through the bar, propping open an umbrella for her when they reached
the door. He held it over her as they walked the half a block to his parked car, and didn’t pull it away until she was all the way inside. Once she was nestled into her seat, he closed the door for her. Kyla tried to hide her surprise. She had expected some flashy red convertible. Instead, he was driving a hybrid. Yes, it was sporty, but it was a steely grey, not red. As she buckled her seat belt, Jackson opened his door and slid into the driver’s seat, collapsing his umbrella and pulling his door closed quickly. Kyla looked at Jackson. He was full of surprises.

  Jackson hit the power button and eased the car into the street. Sheets of rain cascaded across the world outside, but in this little car, Kyla felt warm and secure.

  The ride to Jackson’s house was silent. Kyla replayed their recent sex against the alley wall over and over in her mind. Jackson never took his eyes off the road. But when he pulled the car into his garage and killed the power, the look he gave her sent shivers across her body. He looked... hungry.

  “Are you still up for this?” His voice was quiet, but his eyes were locked onto her face. Kyla nodded. Without hesitation, Jackson leaned over and slipped his hand up her skirt, between her legs. His fingers pushed aside the flimsy fabric of her panties, probing her. He met her eyes, a slow smile spreading over his lips. “You’re still slick for me. Good.”

  Kyla squirmed more from embarrassment than any sense of discomfort. “I’ve never been like this with another man.”

  “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. K
yla 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.