Bound and Freed Boxed Set (17 page)

Kelly arrived at the Basement a half hour
early. Delaying anxiously in her car until a quarter to seven, she took the stairs
down. Forcing a happy hello to Tom, she entered the ladies' change room. After
washing her face and using the toilet she walked out to the main area and
waited.

Was John going to be late, she wondered?
Because she didn’t think her nerves could stand it if he was. This entire week
had decimated any emotional stamina she had. Every single day she had to get up
and pretend that everything was fine, she had to go through the motions, go to
work and be her normally cheerful self.

It had been complete and utter hell.

If John's intention had been to break her
completely, to make her a complete basket case, then he had been successful.

John strode up to her right on time wearing
his traditional BDSM attire, black leather pants, vest and swat boots. He stood
in front of her, studying her face with that compelling, possessive gaze of
his. Now that he was here, Kelly met his eyes and she instantly felt so much
better. The wait was over. John was in control. Kelly couldn’t give any power
she had over to him fast enough. Even the bullwhip didn’t scare her anymore.

The last week had been a revelation,
separating what was important and what wasn't.

Forget the bullwhip, intimidating open scenes
with everyone looking on, and excruciating pain. Who cared about any of those
things? Disappointing John, making him unhappy or living without him was all
that truly frightened her. More than anything she wanted to see him smile. She
needed to please him, to bask in his approval and his love. Kelly needed to be
his, somehow. If he forgave her tonight then maybe they could get back to that
wonderful loving bond they had forged together a week ago.

John pulled out a club tie and Kelly raised
her hands. John bound her wrists, without touching her at all. Yet he never took
his eyes from hers. Kelly shivered from his intense stare. Without a word, John
turned and Kelly followed.

John took her to a room she had never been in
before. It was private, thank God, not that she cared anymore. Kelly found it
liberating, to not care. All her attention was centered utterly on John. During
the last week her head had been full of stupid thoughts, rumination, mental self-flagellation
and just plain noise. Now there was nothing, only tranquil peace. It was such a
relief to be under his protection. To be
his,
if only for tonight.

The room was fairly normal, large king size
bed, spanking bench, St Andrew's cross, various BDSM toys and tools. The only
difference was the desk and lap-top at the side of the room, with papers on it.
That was different. Was John planning on getting some work done?

John turned around. "Hands," he
said.

Kelly raised her wrists and John untied them,
again without even one brush against her skin. How did he do that? It made her
desperate. Kelly ached to have him hold her, to kiss her, and be inside her
again.

"Take your clothes off, Kelly."

"Yes, John," she said.

He watched impassively as she undressed,
making no attempt to tease. This was a punishment, and John hadn’t asked for
that. Still, Kelly knew her body was prepared for him already. Just being near
John made her wet. Her breasts swelled, and her nipples hardened in the hope
that he may yet touch her.

"Turn around. Hands behind your
back," he growled with dangerous menace.

When Kelly complied he buckled on a pair of
leather, fur lined cuffs and locked them together. Kelly noticed that he wasn't
saying "thank you" to every order she obeyed, as he had before. Man,
John was still seriously pissed off. Well, that was okay. She would work
through it, because no matter what happened, she wanted to be his - if he would
have her.

She bit her lip. If he still wanted her.
Kelly was mad crazy in love with John Taylor and that was all there was to it.

"Back now," he ordered and Kelly
turned back toward him.

John stared at her with that intense gaze,
that look that made her whole body tremble with a combination of excitement,
apprehension and desire. Did John know how much he affected her? Kelly felt
certain that he did.

"Knees," he snapped.

This dominant command blasted Kelly into a
heated state of shameless lust. Was it the tone of his voice? Or the rough
demand? Or the fact that her lips and mouth would be level with his cock? Kelly
swallowed and carefully went to her knees, well aware that he wasn't going to
help her. John pulled out a blindfold and put it over her eyes, locking it in
place with the Velcro attachment.

"Be silent and be still. I'm going to
jack off in your mouth, Kelly," he said. "You don't get to touch me
and I'm not going to touch you with my hands. You don’t even get to see me. The
most you're getting is my cock on your lips and tongue and my cum in your
mouth. I'm still seriously displeased with you. Wet your lips, and then don't
move."

"Yes John," she
whispered, coating her lips with moisture.

Kelly smelled his rich musky male scent,
and then felt the heat of him near her face. Kelly inhaled, simply wanting to
breathe him in, intoxicated by the smell of him. She had to concentrate not to
make a sound and to remain motionless, because just the thought of him made her
entire body quiver with a primal, powerful need to take him into her mouth and
lick and suck him.

John pressed his cock against her and rubbed the head of
it around her wet lips. Kelly felt a thrill of desire and elation, because
there was plenty of pre-cum there, so he wasn't as unaffected as he had
pretended.

The memory of the first time he had climaxed in her mouth
while trapped in the dark elevator shadowed the present, and her body trembled.
The sounds of pleasure he had made, the joyous kiss he had given her
afterwards, with his heartfelt, "Thank you, Kelly." My God, she had
never felt so happy, knowing that she had made him happy.

John loved her mouth, and he wanted to use it. Fuck, she
really wanted to be used by this powerful Dom.
But only him
. Kelly felt
her entire body flush with heat.
I belong to John
.

Jesus,
she thought and once more
she stifled a moan, her skin tingled from the magnetic pull of John Taylor.
If
I spend the entire night without a single orgasm I'll be okay with that.
For the first time in her life, Kelly 'got' the full meaning of a being a true
sub with the Dom she loved. John's happiness was hers. His unhappiness was
hers. It was a simple concept, but the simple things were often the most
profound.

Yes,
yes, this is perfect,
she thought, there on her knees, with her hands bound behind her back, and the
Dom she loved using her body for his pleasure. Right there and then, Kelly knew
what made her happy, and it wasn't anything at all to do with her.

It was
all
to do with John, and what he wanted.
What he needed.

My God.
I really am in love.

John's cock was hot and hard yet the velvet skin of it was
soft. Kelly was desperate to please him. Kelly couldn't see anything, and John
was silent, withholding all sounds of pleasure. She knew that he was doing this
on purpose, to make the experience less for her. That was fine, because she
trusted him. John knew what she needed. Already he had taught her so much. The
man seemed to understand her better than she understood herself. What else
would he help her discover?

The rhythmic sound of skin slapping back and forth
rapidly came to her ears, and she felt his cock jerking against her lips.
Remaining silent and still was difficult. She craved him so badly, to lick, to
taste and suck but instead she controlled her own ferocious physical responses
in favor of his needs. John came first.

"Open wide," John ordered in a husky, lust
filled voice.

Kelly opened broadly, which was easy with a mouth the
size of hers. Mercifully, John put his entire cock inside her. His cum jetted
and Kelly swallowed greedily as his twitching shaft pulsed and his hot seed sprayed
again and again in intermittent spurts. As he came he made only one barely
audible grunt, but to her it sounded almost as beautiful as a love song.

John's semen flooded her mouth, and she gasped and gulped
as she swallowed him down. Kelly felt then that her entire reason for living
was to please John, and to make him happy. It was crazy, but somehow as mad as
it sounded – it
felt
right.

This was why she was here right now. For him.

John reached around and took off the
blindfold. Leaving her cuffs on, he detached them from each other, so her hands
were free.

"Now," he said. "Up on the bed
on all fours, ass in the air. Rest on your forearms." He followed her to
the bed, checking her obedience. When she complied he said, "Arch your
back so that ass is higher, that's right. And spread your legs more. Perfect.
Stay there until I am ready for you."

The position wasn't difficult to maintain.
John went to his desk, and started doing paperwork, Kelly could hear him
sometimes turning pages, or typing on the laptop. Okay, he was going to make
her wait. Well, if it was going to make him happy, she would wait for him as
long as he liked.

A memory of the week before intruded. "I
can't be gentle, Kelly," John had said with that raw animal urgency that
had so astonished her. Kelly could almost feel the head of his cock at her
entrance, and John's coarse pubic hair rubbing against her sensitive clit. The
powerful thrust as he rammed into her swollen flesh. Kelly bit back a moan, and
tried to remain still. Arousal trickled down her thighs and heavy sexual heat pooled
in her lower belly.

Jesus, John,
she thought.
Waiting is so hard.
Kelly was an action
person, not a sit-and-do-nothing kind of girl. Anything would be better than
waiting, particularly when swallowing John's cum had made her feel so aching
and empty and horny.
Fuck me, hurt me, do anything you want but please
somehow at least do something,
she thought desperately
.
When Kelly
began to feel so frantic that she considered chewing the bed sheets, she heard
John get up from his desk and approach her.

"What's your safe word, Kelly?" he
asked mildly.

"It is still daisies, John."

Kelly had decided to change it initially, but
as the week progressed, she realized that she didn't need to. Daisies were
still her favorite flower and it wasn't their fault she had misused the word.
Yes, she had called her safe word when she hadn't needed to. But she had gotten
past that, and she had learned something important from the entire experience.

"Good," he said. He moved close to
her head, looking at her turned face as it rested on the bed. "Kiss my
bullwhip Kelly," he said, and raised the curled whip to her lips.

Shit!
Yet her compliance was instinctive and she kissed his whip.

"That's right, Kelly. You need to kiss
my whip, because it will be kissing you. My bullwhip will enjoy touching your
soft, untested flesh. You've never been whipped before have you, Kelly?

"No, John." Kelly swallowed
nervously, and her pussy pounded, along with the sound of her heartbeat in her
ears. Even though she hated the idea of being whipped, John's dominance was
sexually inflaming her, making her crave him. Kelly felt desperate for his
cock. She wanted it inside her, anywhere he wanted to put it.

Everything about John made her think of sex.
John's baritone voice by itself was an aphrodisiac; the sensual cadence, tone
and quality. Simply the way he said her name sent her body into a thrum of
arousal.

"You've never been punished except by
hand? No riding crops? Nothing?"

"That's right, John."

"Good. I love breaking in a
virgin," he said callously. "Now stay very still and don’t forget to
use your safe word if you need to." John moved back some distance, and
while Kelly couldn't exactly see him, she could hear him. He was swinging his
whip.

"Crack!"

Fuck!
It must have been a practice strike as the whip hadn't touched
her. The sound itself was enough to scare her to death. Kelly trembled but she
shut her eyes, gritted her teeth and didn't move. Kelly didn't want pain, she
didn't. But if this was how John wanted to punish her then so be it. Whatever
he wanted.

"Crack!" The sound came again.

"Are you going to use your safe word,
Kelly?"

"No."

"Why not? I thought you were afraid of
my bullwhip."

"I am, John, but I don't care anymore,"
she said in her frank, outspoken manner. "If you think I need to be
whipped, then that is okay with me. I did wrong, and I'll accept any punishment
you want. I need to make things right with you again, John. There's nothing I
won't endure in order to do that."

There was a long pause while Kelly quivered,
waiting for the first blow.

Unexpectedly Kelly felt John's warm fingers
run along her back. The stroke of his hand was electric. It sent a current of joy
running right through her, the instant she felt his warm male caress. Kelly's
eyes stung with fresh tears and her lungs expanded on a deep audible breath
that was virtually a sob of surprise. My God. Kelly didn’t think she could
learn to live without John's perfect touch.

John hadn't physically contacted her even
when putting on the club tie or when ejaculating in her mouth. It was a cruel
punishment but he seemed to have relented. God, she was so thankful for this
mercy, for this kindness.

Kelly recalled when she was trapped in the
elevator with him, when he had said,
"Do you feel my
fingers?" while stroking down to her breasts. John had made her body burn
with an unfamiliar and utterly shameless sexual need. And now he was touching
her again.

But why? Why hadn't he whipped her? Kelly
wanted John to punish her, because how else would she earn his forgiveness?