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of him pushing inside.
    “That’s good, Kyla.” Jackson reached up and undid the straps holding her neck and waist to the bench. “Push back onto me, take as much of me as you can.”
    Kyla hesitated, frightened. But stronger than her fear was her desire to please Jackson. She pushed back against him, trying to breathe. She felt him sliding in farther. He was so much bigger than the butt-plug. But then, somehow, she found the rhythm. Jackson felt it, too.
    “That’s it, Kyla. You’re a natural.” Jackson started pumping his hips in time to Kyla’s rhythm, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her ass with each slow thrust, until she felt his balls brushing against her wet folds. Jackson grabbed onto Kyla’s waist. “I was wrong. I am going all the way in this time.” He pulled her back onto his cock, burying his shaft deep into her ass. “Clench around me, Kyla.”
    Kyla squeezed her anus muscles and Jackson gave a jerk at the sensation. She was gripping him so tightly, his jerk shook them both, and Kyla breathed in sharply. It felt amazing.
    “Oh, shit.” Jackson panted, struggling to maintain control. “I want you to fuck me with your ass, Kyla. Take me as deep as you can, then squeeze like you just did.”
    “Yes, sir.” Kyla focused on the task at hand, leaning forward to slip him out, then pushing back on all fours, burying Jackson’s cock deep and squeezing. Pain blended into pleasure, intensifying the ache in her core. She felt dizzy with the need to come, but gritted her teeth and plunged onto Jackson’s cock once more. After half a dozen slow thrusts, Jackson bucked against her and she realized he was on the knife’s edge of an orgasm.
    Without warning, Jackson pulled out of Kyla. She could hear him behind her, breathing hard.
    “That was good, Kyla.” Jackson’s voice sounded hoarse with effort. “It’s time for your reward.”
    He unfastened the cuffs at her wrists and ankles, picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and carried her out of his playroom.

 
    Chapter 5
    Kyla hung over Jackson’s shoulder, feeling for all the world like spoils of war. Jackson had claimed her completely, and she was unable—and unwilling—to resist him any longer. He carried her through his exquisite home, but she couldn’t spare the energy to marvel at the elegant lines of the space. Her attention was focused on the throbbing sensations in her core, her ass, the warm tingling of her skin and the flogging she’d just taken.
    Jackson carried her up a flight of open wooden stairs to the upper level of his home. The entire upper floor was a sprawling master suite, one wall of which looked out over Puget Sound. Rain sheeted across the window but it couldn’t blur the amazing view. Kyla stared, struck by the beauty of Jackson’s home.
    He ignored the view and walked straight to his bed, laying Kyla down gingerly on the edge of the mattress. She hissed as her still-tender flesh made contact with the sheets.
    “How are you, Kyla?” Jackson’s eyes searched her face.
    Kyla felt a warmth spreading through her chest at his concern. She bit her lip, and then smiled. “I’m good, sir.”
    “You can call me Jackson, now.” He smiled, but this smile was dazzling, free of the smug arrogance she used to hate. He looked deeply happy, and that made Kyla’s heart soar.
    “Okay, Jackson.”
    Jackson placed his hands on her knees and spread her legs open. Kyla reached up and started undoing the button of his fly. Jackson chuckled softly and—while she worked his pants open—undid the buttons on his shirt. In moments, Jackson was kicking off his clothes.
    Kyla marveled at the sculpted muscles of his chest. She hadn’t known he was so built. His chest tapered from broad shoulders to a firm, incredibly defined stomach. She let her eyes drift down to his cock, which she’d only felt up to this point. “Oh,” she breathed. It was even bigger than she’d imagined, long and full and standing at the ready.