Mastering Kyla (Stone Cellar Erotica) by Aubrey Stone Read Free Book Online Page A

his pants, swelling with an instant erection.
    “So, what have you been up to, man?” Michael asked Jackson.
    Jackson cleared his throat. Kyla almost smiled. She wasn’t able to surprise him often. “You know. Designing private residences, mostly.” Jackson kept his voice steady as he slipped his fingers into Kyla’s core.
    Turn about is fair play,
an inner voice hummed in Kyla’s mind. Kyla swallowed, frozen. She lowered her eyes, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hide her building desire from Michael and his date. With Kyla perched on his lap, Jackson had easy access to her pussy. He started circling his fingers around her clit, teasing the bundle of nerves with agonizing strokes.
    “You’re an architect?” Cindy asked, staring at Jackson with obvious interest. Michael glanced at her, frowning.
    “I am.” Jackson smiled at Cindy. Under the table, out of sight, he started finger-fucking Kyla. She could feel her toes curling in her shoes, but she fought to keep her face neutral. “Actually, I own my own firm. We handle mostly high-end single-family residences, but I’m starting to explore multi-use facilities.”
    Kyla reached for Jackson’s wine glass and took a deep drink. She shuddered as Jackson’s fingers pushed her closer and closer to the cliff. He continued chatting nonchalantly with Michael and his date, but Kyla couldn’t focus on what they were saying any more. She was fighting to control her breathing, to keep herself from moaning with need. When she couldn’t take it any longer, she cleared her throat.
    “Um, Jackson?”
    He looked at her politely, as if he was completely unaware of what he was doing to her. “Yes, darling?” And then he smiled. “Oh, of course. You’ll have to excuse us, guys. I promised her a dance.” Jackson withdrew his fingers from her core, slipping that hand into the pocket of his pants. Kyla quickly adjusted and stood, afraid her essence might have pooled through her skirt. Michael was looking at them both with suspicion, but Cindy only had eyes for Jackson.
    Jackson led Kyla toward the dance floor. She could feel him shaking with laughter behind her.
    “It’s easy for you to laugh,” she muttered through gritted teeth. “You’re not the one on the brink of an orgasm.”
    “Hm,” Jackson said. She could still hear the amusement in his voice. “I think I can help you with that.”

 
    Chapter 6
    Jackson spotted a break in the tent and pulled Kayla out with him. Amy’s catering truck was parked at the edge of the parking lot, keeping the wait staff busy between the truck and the tents. He turned and looked farther into the park. There were a few quaint groundskeepers’ huts dotting the expansive garden. They were constructed of old river-stone and rough-hewn timber, and added another layer of charm to the private garden. Jackson led Kyla to the nearest hut. Of course, it was locked—but that wasn’t what Jackson had had in mind.
    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