Bound and Freed Boxed Set

  "A week alone in bed together, sometime soon," he said confidently. "The thought of having you all to myself, with nothing for you to do, Kelly, except serve me…" John blew out another audible breath. "And you already make me happy, Kelly. More than I have ever been before."

  Abruptly he pulled his fingers out and spread her butt cheeks with both hands. Then he began to lick the round puckered area of her anus, probing and delving, curling his tongue inside. Taken by surprise, Kelly gasped and jumped. The muscles of her stomach, pelvis and buttocks contracted violently, not to mention the sensitive nerves in her empty pussy where his fingers had been.

  "Jesus, God!" she shouted, astonished by the wicked pleasure of it.

  John chuckled. "So responsive. You liked that. Good." John began stroking her tight hole with a finger, gently pulling the ring until he managed to push inside, perhaps up to his first knuckle. "You're very tight, Kelly, but I'll train you to take my cock. You're going to love it, I can tell."

  "God, John," she moaned, squirming and desperate.

  "You need to climax, Kelly," he said. "That's pretty obvious. Shall I spank you until you do?"

  "Yes, if you'd like to, John. Spank me until I come. I want to come for you."

  "Very well," he said. "But this is not a punishment. This spanking is for your pleasure, Kelly. Show me how you come for me by my hand. You climax by my touch, no matter if it's gentle, or hard. You want me, don’t you, Kelly?" he crooned in a seductive whisper.

  "Oh God yes, John," she said. "I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life."

  "Good," he said. "Because I want you, too."

  Crack!

  Rhythmically John's hand struck her, sending shockwaves through her body. Kelly felt as if her womb contracted with each one, her buttocks clenching to this new, seductive beat. This spanking was different. Sensual. Erotic. Was it simply his intention that made the difference? Or was it the fact John had said he wanted her? All the happiness in the world seemed to be hers with those words.

  John kept up a steady, predictable rhythm, slow at first, and then faster. Like the strokes one might receive from a man during intercourse, solid, long, hard slaps, and then shorter, faster as he came closer to climax.

  Kelly's body quivered, her belly clenched and her womb wept and pulsed while John delivered blows to her ass. The pain was both terrible and wonderful.

  Kelly felt his hard hand and his hard cock, and she knew John was enjoying spanking her. I'm making John happy, she thought. Kelly imagined herself as John would see her, her white ass red with multiple handprints, trembling and shaking, while she squirmed against his strong thighs and cock, enduring his blows. Accepting everything.

  For him. To please him.

  Kelly's whole body tightened with that thought. Oh, fuck! A shudder was growing, something huge within her molten core.

  Crack!

  "That's right," John said in a husky, lust filled voice. "You're going to come for me now, aren't you, Kelly? Let me hear it. Show me how much you love my touch, how much you want me. Come. Come. Now."

  "Ah, ah, ah, ah," she sobbed. "Oh, God, Oh, God, Ooohhh God!!!" Kelly was shaking uncontrollably. It was huge, it was too much – sensations overwhelmed her. Such exquisite pain, such exquisite pleasure. "Johhhnnnn!" Kelly wailed her frenzied orgasm, bucking and shaking.

  John picked her up even before her climax had finished, and laid Kelly across the bed on her stomach, her hands still cuffed behind her back. John left her there, as he undressed. Kelly was in a bliss-filled fog, winded and breathless, trembling uncontrollably and jerking with every aftershock.

  When he returned, John gripped her hips. Kelly felt his hard thighs against her, and his knee nudged her, making her spread her legs further apart.

  Gentle hands stroked her abused buttocks, fondling and squeezing. "You look amazing, Kelly," John said, positioning himself. Kelly felt his hard shaft against her entrance and shut her eyes with the sensation of it. "Such a perfect ass. I'm going to fuck it later, but right now I'm taking your cunt. I'm going to watch this burning red ass of yours move underneath me. It is so damn gorgeous. You're on the pill, Kelly?"

  She gave a half laugh and murmured into the bed sheet. "It's in my file, John. I won't get pregnant."

  "I know. Just making sure you're still taking it," he said. "I should have spoken about this before, but you're clean and so am I. I don’t want to use a condom. I want to shoot my cum in you, Kelly. I want to feel it when I finger you, knowing my seed is up inside you, making you even slicker for me." John's finger's gripped her sex, parting her folds and teasing her with his cock.

  Kelly moaned, incredibly aroused by his raunchy words, and the demanding way he said them.

  "Would you like me to shoot my hot cum deep inside you, Kelly? Marking you as mine? Because you are mine, aren’t you, Kelly? You belong to me."

  "Oh God, yes, John," she said breathlessly.

  "Good," he said with a purr of possessive satisfaction in his voice. John was still teasing her, rubbing his erection back and forth against her entrance. Almost absently he fingered the small swollen bundle of nerves of her clit, rubbing it in sensual, circular strokes, "You are so wet for me. My cock is bathed already, slick with your sweet honey."

  Kelly squirmed and sobbed, "Please, John. Please. I need to feel you inside me."

  "Soon, beautiful girl," he said. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to climax for me again. Only this time you will come with my cock deep in your tight needy cunt, won't you?"

  "Yes, John, yes," she whimpered.

  "But you can’t climax without my permission," he reminded her.

  "Never, John, I'll only come when you allow it."

  "Good." And without warning he thrust deep inside, stretching the sensitive, swollen walls of her sex. It felt so amazing that Kelly shouted out from the pleasure of it. He was thick and hard and without the condom she could feel him so much better as his cock twitched inside her. John leaned over her body, and wrapped a hand in her hair, twisting it and pulling it back as leverage.

  Kelly called out, something incomprehensible.

  John chuckled and his breath gusted over her ear. "You like that, don’t you Kelly?" he asked in a seductively whisper. "When I pull your hair?"

  "God, yes!"

  "Good, because I'm going to have one hand yanking your hair, and one on your cuffed wrists. I need something to pull against while I ram by cock into you. This is going to be a hard, fast fuck, Kelly. I've had to wait all week to have you again, and I'm not waiting a moment longer."

  Kelly whimpered at that sexy, hungry demand and the internal walls of her sex clenched hard on his cock in a pre-orgasmic pulse.

  John gave her hair a tug. "Not yet," he said.

  Kelly swallowed. "I'm okay, it's okay." She blew out a deep breath, barely able to stop her climax. Jesus she was close.

  John began to drive himself into her then, in short, fast, rhythmic thrusts. Kelly pushed back against him, feeling him deep, and right up against her cervix. It took only moments, it couldn’t last long. Their hunger for each other was too urgent, frenzied, and greedy. Moaning and straining, both tried to push themselves into each other, reaching the pinnacle and about to go over.

  Sensations had mounted, bringing Kelly's whole body into overload. The burning feeling of her buttocks, with John's hard thighs and hips rubbing up against her hypersensitive, over-stimulated skin. The tingling sting of her scalp as John pulled her hair, needing the leverage as he strained to push himself even deeper inside. The stretched feeling of fullness from John's thick cock, as her body trembled to accommodate his savage, hammering thrusts. The sensation of being bound to his will, with her hands cuffed behind her back, and John gripping her wrists hard, holding her, using her, possessing her completely.

  "Yes," John shouted, putting a hand down between her legs and rapidly flicking her clitoris. "That's it. Come for me, Kelly, my beautiful girl. Let me feel you milk my cock." Pumping in
fast, short strokes, John continued to drive his hard body against hers.

  Kelly was well-versed in withholding her orgasms, but this devastating sensual onslaught had severely tried her control. Exploding with relief, she came instantly upon John's command in a vaginal and clitoral climax that made her entire body spasm and tighten. The rolling orgasmic pulses went on and on. For a moment Kelly thought she may black out, as she couldn’t even breathe between such violent, euphoric contractions.

  "Yes, squeeze me, Kelly. Fuck that feels good," John growled.

  Kelly felt a convulsive shudder move through his powerful frame. John's thick cock jerked against her internal walls as he sprayed his hot cum, emptying himself inside of her. With a ragged groan, John murmured, "Kelly" as he climaxed. It was something he had never done before.

  When she heard her name sound out from John's beautiful lips, Kelly felt a wave of elation and climaxed again from the sheer pleasure of it.

  16. Last Sunday

  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?

  17. Brave

  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 a
che 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."