Mastering Kyla (Stone Cellar Erotica) Read Online Free Page B

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.
     
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    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