Mastering Kyla (Stone Cellar Erotica) Read Online Free

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    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