Bound and Freed Boxed Set (19 page)

Head on John's chest, Kelly enjoyed the feel of his body
lifting and dropping with each breath. His heart thudded in a slow, steady
rhythm in her ear. Kelly cuddled into him, playing with the crisp black hair
that lightly covered his chest and trailed seductively down his abs toward his
pubic area.

John didn't usually let her touch him, so she was taking
full opportunity of the chance. Kelly's hand moved to gently rest on his flat
stomach. Jeez he was beautiful. Kelly was happy just to look at him, drinking
him in.

They were both completely fucked out, and temporarily
exhausted. Kelly had only just landed back in the 'real world,' having gotten
past the boneless, brainless, post orgasmic phase.

The musk of sex perfumed the air. John had spread her and
licked her into another couple of mind-blowing orgasms. After that he had taken
her twice more before stopping for a break. Pounding her into the mattress with
frantic tension, John had ridden her hard, telling her "You're mine, Kelly
Flynn," and "You were made for me."

He had used her body exactly as he wished, his coarse
authoritative demands creating heady spikes of burning sexual desire. Again and
again John ordered: "Come now, Kelly, come for me," easily sending
her over the edge and off into sexual oblivion.

It was insane. The man's ever ready dick simply never
softened. Was it always that way? If so, just how did he sleep at night? But
maybe he was only this ardent with her? Kelly hoped so. She had never known
such a keen, inexhaustible lover, or a better one.

"Tell me what happened after you left me last
Sunday," John said.

Kelly rolled over, onto her back, her mind recalling. It
had been such a terrible week. John propped his head up on an arm looking down
at her, and she smiled up at him, instantly diverted by his beauty. John's
bicep bulged just by bending and holding his head. His chest was muscular and
sexy and perfect - in fact everything about him was utterly compelling. Kelly's
fingers trailed across him, tracing the ridges of his abdomen.

Why me?
Kelly thought for the
hundredth time.
What does this amazing commanding Dom see in me?

John's dark expressive eyes were bright with interest,
his body language indicating that Kelly had every bit of his attention. He ran
a finger over her bottom lip. "What happened Sunday after you left?"
he asked calmly once more, apparently undisturbed by the delay in her reply.

What had John said before? Oh yeah. "I love
listening to you talk, Kelly." How lucky was she? Kelly suppressed a
giggle. Talking was one of her favorite things, sex with John was another. Did
life get any better than it was for her right now?

"Last Sunday," she said, inhaling a deep
sustaining breath. "Hummm. Alright, I'll tell, but I'm warning you, John.
It isn't pretty."

Kelly explained how she had gone to dinner at the family
home, and had spoken to her brother Richard. She told him how his manager Colin
had explained everything on Tuesday night, and how upset she was. How she had
bought a new bustier to wear for him, maxing out her credit and how he hadn't
even noticed. Writing the letter, being ignored and rejected, him taking
Rosslyn from the sub gallery and not her, including the fact that she had felt
like an unloved puppy.

As she was feeling herself again, Kelly talked and
talked. John never once stopped her verbal diarrhea, not that he ever had
previously, even when she had been a child. Instead he just watched her with
that a sweet faint smile on his handsome face. They were both online with each
other again, and she felt so comfortable being with him. It was as if she had
known him forever.

"John," Kelly said finally finishing up.
"That was the worst week in my entire life. I never want to suffer like
that again. Honestly. It would have been kinder to just shoot me."

John had been stroking her hair, twisting it in his
fingers and creating a heavenly tactile delight. After that last comment he
moved to her face, her eyebrows, her lips and even her eyes. "Kelly, that
was the worst week in my entire life, too. When you get to know me better, you'll
understand what I mean, but to say that was the worst week in my life is saying
something."

"Really?" she said and sat up, propping her
head on her hand so she mirrored him.

 "Yes."

"Did you like my letter?"

"I want to frame that letter in gold and diamonds."

Kelly giggled. "Honestly?"

John smiled back at her and once more Kelly felt almost
dumbstruck by his beauty. Damn he was the most gorgeous man in the entire
world. What did he see in her? But he was looking at her in that way again,
that way that made her heart beat out of rhythm. It wasn't a smoldering desire
for sex – though there was that in his face, too. It was that intense
expression of connection again, and love.

"I noticed your new bustier," he said,
"and it made me hard. Particularly when I considered that you may have
bought it for me to enjoy."

Kelly laughed. "I think everything makes you
hard."

"And just so you know," John said. "I have
never once taken a club member's file home."

Surprised, flattered, and shocked she said,
"Seriously?'

"Yours is the only file I've ever taken home - and I
read it more than once. Your intuition wasn't wrong, Kelly. The moment you
became a member at the Basement all my mind was focused on you. The night I
joined you in the elevator, well, I actually did that on purpose. I had finally
gotten up the nerve to ask you out."

"Wow," Kelly said. "That's just… well. I'm
happy about it, John. I'm glad I attract you. I don’t see why of course, but I
am grateful for that fact."

It was such a mystery. What did John see in her?

John took a deep breath in, and Kelly became a little
alarmed when his expression became decidedly grave. "I decided to punish
you so cruelly for more than one reason, Kelly," John said. "I wanted
to discover if you thought I was worth fighting for. You may have given up, you
know, when you had time to reflect upon what you were doing. I'm Father John,
the sadist and you don’t like pain, remember? It was a test. Because I thought
it might be easier for you if you changed your mind. To come to your senses and
live without me…"

Kelly began to interrupt in protest but John just put his
finger on her lips, silencing her.

"Hush now," he said. "It's my turn to
speak. I never intended to use my bullwhip on you, Kelly. But
I fully appreciate the fact that you were willing to do something
so terrifying… for me." John picked up her free hand and bit the fleshy
part of her palm
hard
, surprising her with a sharp twinge of pain. Then
he licked and kissed where he had bitten it, sending a frisson of sensual sensation
right through her.
Wow.

John didn't let go of her hand.

"My courageous girl," he said in a
low voice. "Even as a child you were ridiculously brave. I was so
surprised when you went to the school principle for me, did you know that? You
didn't even know me then. Why did you do it? You shouldn't have done it, Kelly.
You must have been frightened. Those bullies would certainly have exacted
revenge if they found out." John shook his head in disbelief. "Who
wouldn't admire your courage?"

Kelly's heart swelled so much that there was
a strange ache in her chest. Her mind was empty of all thought, her throat
became tight, and her eyes stung. She didn’t have anything to say, even if John
would let her speak. No words could express how she was feeling anyway.

As if well aware of her overwhelming emotions, John
squeezed her hand. While his expression was still impenetrable, he gazed at her
with softness in his eyes. "But I just had to keep pressing. And I tried
to frighten you away with my bullwhip, but by then I realized then that I had
been intentionally pushing you away. I was expecting you to quit. A part of me
wanted you to give up, to run away and escape me. Why didn’t you? I know I
scare you. I don't understand why you want me. You are an amazing person, Kelly
Flynn, and you're far too good for me." John brought her hand to his lips
and softly nibbled and then kissed her knuckles. "I don’t deserve
you."

Kelly kept her mouth shut because he had told her to do
so. Yet she knew that her frown was communicating to John her utter
disagreement with what he was saying.

John laughed. "I should tell you to hush more
often," he observed. "Then maybe I can get a word in." To Kelly,
who loved to sing, John's laughter was more beautiful than the music from an
all boys choir. The man needed to smile and laugh more often, Kelly decided. If
she was his sub she would make sure that he did.

"It's true anyway, however much you doubt it,"
John said. "I don’t deserve you. I was pitiless and brutal to you last
week. I made you face so much. I meant to make it difficult, I wanted you to
run. But you never did. You never even faltered, my brave and beautiful
girl."

"You really are remarkable." John's knuckles
grazed her face. "I began to hope then. I thought that if you could bear
that punishment, then maybe you could take me on. I'm not going to be easy,
Kelly. You'll have to teach me everything. I have no idea about social
situations; honestly the only thing I know is how to dominate a sub. When you
get to know me better you'll understand." John squeezed her hand once more
and gave her a fierce look. "I need you so much more than you need
me."

He cupped her face, and his thumb rubbed her bottom lip
again. "Do you really want me as your Dom, Kelly? I find that so difficult
to believe." He gave her a teasing little smile. "And you can talk
now, by the way."

That was just as well as Kelly was afraid she would burst
if she had to remain silent much longer. "Do I want you?" Kelly knew
she was grinning like a Jack-o'-lantern, but she didn’t care. "Are you
kidding? I am bat-shit crazy over you, John Taylor."

John frowned at that, and Kelly couldn’t read him. The
man was such a mystery, but so what? They would sort it out over time. Kelly
wanted him more than anything she had ever wanted in her whole life.

"Listen to me, Kelly," John said. "When I
got your letter I almost cried. I didn’t – but if I knew how to, I probably
would have. You don’t understand yet, Kelly, but I can't remember ever being
able to cry - except once after my aunt died, when I was with someone I
trusted. Crying is just something I just can't do. Normal human emotions are
another." John leaned over and kissed her. Kelly melted into the gentle,
loving caress he gave her with his lips. It was a kiss of love, not lust. He gave
her a faint smile. "But I suspect that you have enough emotions for both
of us."

Kelly snorted and grinned at that. "You got that
right."

John cleared his throat. "Anyway, after I received
your letter, I wrote you a letter back."

"Oh, John," she said feeling an excited little
twist inside. "You wrote me a letter? That's so sweet."

John jumped up and got an expensive looking box out of
his vest pocket. It appeared to be something one would get from an up market
jewelry store. With an unreadable expression, he handed it to her. Kelly sat
up, crossing her legs Indian fashion and took the box from him, frowning in
confusion. "Where's the letter?"

"I'm not going to give it to you yet."

Kelly cracked up laughing. John was such a strange man,
he honestly was. Yet she loved everything about him, even his unpredictable,
inexplicable behavior. "Alrighty then," she said cheerfully taking
this news in her stride. "I don’t get my letter yet. Fine. So, what's in
the box?"

John stood near the bed, standing apart from her, tense
and stiff. Kelly could feel the change in him. Even though John was wearing his
impassive mask, his face had darkened slightly, and she knew he was suddenly
wound up tight. Kelly reflected that she was actually beginning to read him
better. What was his problem? Was he nervous? She rather thought he might be.

"It's yours, Kelly," John said in an
unnaturally impassive voice. "Why don't you open it and find out?"

Kelly paused. Jesus, sometimes the man really did freak
her out. The way he was acting, it was like there was a chopped off human ear
or something disgusting like that inside this innocuous little container. What
was with the tension?

John was certainly making her uneasy, and a little
frightened to open the box.

Apprehensively, Kelly opened the box.

"Oh my God! Look at this! It's
soooo gorgeous!" she exclaimed.

Inside was the most beautiful ring.
Kelly had never seen anything like it before. Pink sapphires and diamonds were
set in gold, creating a unique pattern. The circular focal point of the design
appeared to be a gorgeous bouquet of pink and white daisies.

"Oh. My. God. It's beautiful, John," she
exclaimed, bouncing up and down on the bed in her excitement. "Where did
you find it? It must have cost a fortune. You bought this for me?"

John crawled back to the middle of the bed and sat back,
resting against the headboard. Then he pulled Kelly across his lap. "I
designed it and had it made this week. I gave the jeweler the order Sunday
morning. Did you know some of the more reputable jewelers have a twenty-four
hour phone service?"

"No," she said in a quiet voice, still shocked
by his gift. "You designed and put an order in to have this made on Sunday
morning? Right after I left?"

John nodded.

Kelly threw her arms around his neck and of course she
started to cry. John's arms banded tight as rope around her waist, holding her
as if he would never let her go. Kelly couldn't believe it. John must have been
just as infatuated with her as she had been with him. All week Kelly thought he
didn't want her. Yet all that time he had suffered, too, while testing their
relationship and giving her a chance to back out. What woman in her right mind
wouldn't want John Taylor?

John remained silent, but his hands roamed over her back
in a constant soothing caress. He patted her and held her until she began to
settle.

Man, was this guy full of surprises or what?
Kelly
thought. The ring was so thoughtful, and it communicated so much. Daisies - her
safe word. John always wanted her to be safe. He also understood how much she
loved daisies, a plain, unpretentious and cheerful sort of flower. Daisies were
sooo her, and John knew that, too. It was the most wonderful ring in the world,
and John had designed it, and had it made
for her
.

"What kind of ring is it?" Kelly sniffed, still
feeling really emotional. She was just so happy! She pulled back from him to
examine it from within its box once more. "Is it like a friendship ring,
or what? Do you know what finger I'm supposed to wear it on?"

John shrugged. "In time, if it all works out, I was
hoping that someday you might use it as engagement ring. If you decide you
still want me… after you get to know me better."

Kelly turned on his lap to look directly at him,
confused, astonished, and stunned.
Am I hearing things?
she thought.
Did
John Taylor just propose to me in a totally bizarre, ass-backwards way?
With
an intense look of naked longing, John returned her gaze.
Wow,
she
thought.
There it was again, that amazing sense of connection.

John added with quiet certainty, "I already know
that I want you, Kelly, now and forever. I'll never want anyone else."

Kelly squealed, closed the box, and dropped it on the
bed. Then she threw her arms around him again, kissing him passionately with
her heart bursting in a mixture of enthusiasm, love, and hilarious indignation.
Wouldn't you know it? John Taylor definitely needed her to teach him some
social skills. That was no way for a man to propose!

Once more Kelly felt too emotional to even speak – which
in her case was really saying something. She was only just beginning to
understand the depth of John's need for her. They fit together perfectly. What
they had felt
so right.

What started as a loving 'thank you' kiss - quickly fell
into an all consuming sexual need.

Kelly LOVED the way John kissed. The high-handed man
simply took over her mouth, and acted as if he would like to crawl right
inside. John's raw desire radiated with that bruising, passionate kiss. The
man's focus was incredible. Intense. Absolute. It was as if John didn’t kiss
her
right now
he would die, and didn’t that make her feel special? Kelly
felt as if having John's firm demanding lips against hers, with his tongue in
her mouth was the only thing real in the entire world.

Swollen and bruised,
she
thought fleetingly.
My mouth may never recover... ah, but what a way to go.

Aware of John's response last time, Kelly sucked his
tongue hard in a pulsing, milking manner. She imagined it was his cock,
remembering how much John loved it when she went down on him. That was just as
well, as she loved it, too. There was nothing better than hearing John make
those little sounds of pleasure as she worked his hard thick shaft with her
mouth. Sucking, tasting, nibbling, licking, and drinking him down.

"Kelly, you drive me crazy," he said, inhaling
in a long breath. "Let's talk about the ring later. Right now I need my
sub to serve me." John grabbed Kelly's hand and thrust it down between her
legs, making her cup her own mound. With his large male hand possessively covering
hers, he squeezed her sex firmly.

“This is my cunt, isn’t it?” he demanded in an abrupt,
harsh voice. His dark eyes flickered dangerously as if daring her to deny him.

Kelly heard herself moaning, "Yes, John, oh, oh,
yes, it belongs to you. I belong to you, too. I want to give you whatever you
need. Whatever you want."

John growled at that, crushing her to him. "You're
mine," he rasped.

"Yes," she agreed.

Jesus. It was like pressing a button, and then having her
whole body become instantly, desperately horny. Everything about John made Kelly
think of sex. Trembling with anticipation, she realized that the rawness of
John's male animal need for her was unquestionably the most effective
aphrodisiac that she had ever experienced.

Biting her ear, John licked and nuzzled into her throat.
"I'm still deciding which of your luscious feminine holes I want to shoot
my cum into first," he taunted deliciously. John sucked on the skin of her
neck, and a burning wave of arousal flowed through her, shooting sensation
between her legs. Kelly's clit responded instantly, it was as if he was sucking
her
there
. No doubt she would have to wear a turtleneck sweater again to
Sunday's family dinner, but she didn't care in the slightest.

"Your Dom is going to use every single part of that
body of yours for his pleasure, Kelly," he whispered seductively in her
ear, sending a thrill of longing and lust down her spine. "Do you have any
idea of all the things I want to do to you?"

Inflamed by his erotic words, Kelly whimpered, "No,
John."

He gave her a dark chuckle. "I have an entire
bondage club here full of toys, an overactive imagination, and a lifetime full
of fantasies, Kelly. And I plan to enact every single one of them with my very
accommodating sub… starting right now."

"Yes, John," Kelly said in a breathless, happy
little sigh.