Bound and Freed Boxed Set (11 page)

Caressing lower, John smoothed both hands
over the white globes of her buttocks, squeezing, stroking and fondling them
possessively. The man was in no hurry.

Kelly bit a lower lip when John spread her butt cheeks
and quietly studied her for some time, once more making her squirm with
conflicting emotions: need, shyness, shame. "Has anyone had you here
before?" he asked, softly rubbing the tip of one finger around the ring of
her puckered anus, and then lightly pushing down against it.

"No, John." John's touch on that forbidden
place was sexually stimulating and a little scary, but Kelly didn’t feel able
to deny him anything.

"Good. You'll only feel my tongue and my thumb there
tonight, but sometime soon I'm going to want to push myself into that tight
little hole, Kelly." His fingers brushed lower, sliding between her
dripping folds, and she moaned. "I'm going to have you in every possible
way." he said.

"Yes, John," she whispered, helpless to his
desire.

"Kelly, did anyone tell you that I never
swear?" he asked with a casual hand on her buttocks.

"Yes John."

"Well, it's true. I don’t usually swear.
I was told as a child that "cursing is a sign of a lazy mind and an
impoverished vocabulary." He snorted. "Maybe that statement is
accurate. But I am going to swear with you, Kelly. These are the words I'm
going to use. First I'm going to use the word cunt." John cupped her
pussy, and began to finger her, probing lightly between her folds, squeezing
and stroking. Kelly whimpered. "Nothing can describe this beautiful part
of your body better than that word. You have a ripe, succulent cunt, Kelly.
Swollen and needy, you're just aching for my cock, aren’t you?"

"Yes, John," she said breathlessly,
her heart pounded and her pussy twitched. The raw, erotic way he spoke was
incredible foreplay. Kelly could listen to John's deep seductive voice all day,
but when he spoke with raunchy vulgarity in such a polite, conversational
manner it sent her mad with shameless lust.

"Ass is another word, Kelly," he
said and he put both large hands on her round globes, squeezing and massaging,
stoking and caressing. "You have a magnificent ass - t
ight and round with a nice shapely curvature. It's a plump, firm,
compact little ass. Do you think you'd like me to spread these lovely butt
cheeks of yours sometime, and thrust my cock deep into your ass, Kelly?"

Kelly moaned. "Yes, John. Yes," she
said, to her surprise and amazement. She had never, ever gone there, but again,
she felt like going everywhere with John. Anywhere he wanted to take her.

"That's good," he said in a husky,
seductive tone. "Because I want to push inside you there, I want to be
your first. It is going to feel so good, Kelly, you won't believe how good I
can make it feel. You'll like having my cock deep inside your tight asshole,
pumping hard until I come, filling you up with my seed."

My God a woman could orgasm just from his
voice, but not just that voice – the things that he says,
she thought.

Kelly restlessly shifted her feet, her body
explosive with wanton lust and need. John's reaction was immediate. He gave her
three hard, painful spanks on her buttocks, whap, whap, whap – fast and
shocking as machine gun fire. Kelly called out and stilled, yet each slap of
his hand made her womb clench with a pulsing wave of desire.

"I told you not to move, Kelly, while I
finish my inspection," he reminded her.

"I'm sorry, John. I lost focus there for
a minute. Please forgive me."

"Of course," he said coolly.
"I understand perfectly, Kelly. You're very horny and you really need to
come again don’t you?"

"Oh yes, John," she said. "But
only when you want me to. I want to come for you, but only when you say I can.
I want to please you, John."

"Thank you, Kelly," he said, gently
smoothing his hands over her heated, smarting behind. "I understand, and
you are pleasing me very much. And I was right. My hand has left lovely red
marks on your white buttocks. So, so beautiful. Now can you recall what I was
telling you?"

"Uh, swear words, John. You were telling
me what words you were going to use."

"Good girl," he said. With one hand
on a butt cheek for balance, he petted her lightly between her legs, in soft,
regular strokes with his free hand. Kelly bit back a groan and did all she
could to remain still. "Finally, Kelly," John said. "I am going
to have to use the extremely crude word fuck."

John went to his knees then. Using his thumb
and fingers he spread her butt cheeks and her nether lips at the same time. He
vacuumed her clit into his mouth, biting and sucking making her want to scream.
Then he licked from her clit, along her swollen empty pussy, right up to caress
her tight anal ring with his warm, velvet tongue.

"Oh my God," Kelly whimpered.

"You look amazing," he said.
"Such delightful, delicious feminine holes. I'm going to fill them with my
cock. I want to fuck you, Kelly. There's simply no other word for it. I am
going to fuck you all night long. That's why I'm trying to start slow. I'm
sorry, Kelly, but I am going to pound into you so many times, and so hard
you're going to have trouble walking in the morning."

"Yes, oh yes, John," she almost
sobbed.

"Up on the bed now, Kelly. Lay down and
masturbate while I undress. I want to watch you play with yourself, but you
aren’t allowed to come. The next time you climax will be when I have my cock
deep inside your needy little cunt. Do you understand?"

"Yes, John," she said, jumping up
onto the middle of the bed. The soft white cotton sheets smelled like him,
adding to her pleasure. John slept here every night, and Kelly wanted to roll
around in those sheets like a dog, soaking up every bit of his scent.

Kelly thought it would be embarrassing,
touching herself in front of another, but it wasn't. John was watching, and she
was doing this
for him
after all. She shut her eyes to concentrate, and
began to masturbate, the way she always did. After very little time she felt
the slow, heavy pressure of an orgasm beginning to build. The bed depressed and
she opened her eyes and looked over to see John on his knees beside her, his
cock near her face.

"Thank you, Kelly. It's beautiful
watching you play with yourself, and extremely hot. What were you thinking
about?"

"You, John, I was remembering the first
time I sucked you off." He smiled down at her, making her chest hurt. John
had the most angelic expression sometimes. Kelly had met lots of good looking
guys - she had gone out with some, too. The man was hot, but it wasn't just his
appearance. What was it about John that sent her so crazy with sexual hunger?

"I remember that, too." John put a
hand on her breast, casually flicking and tugging a nipple. It was a natural,
possessive action and her whole body quivered. John acted just like he owned
her, and this gave Kelly a huge sense of fulfillment and joy. It just felt so
right.

Yes,
she thought.
I belong to him.

"Arms over your head now, Kelly. Leave
them there. Now spread your legs as far as you can, then pull up your knees. I
want you fully exposed."

Oh God,
she thought, her whole body thrumming with frisson of arousal as
she obeyed his authoritative demands.
Finally he's going to fuck me.

"That's right, good girl. Take a moment
now. I want to feel that mouth and tongue of yours on my cock again. Just to
soothe the ache, before I push myself inside your wet, wanton, little
cunt."

Kelly d
rew
in a deep breath as her body reeled with explosive tension. Nerves quivered
under her skin with John's erotic language. John's erection was large and well
formed, with numerous thick veins. Kelly felt transported, just to see the most
male part of him bob eagerly toward her lips, pulsing and red with his desire.

With his cock in his fist, John guided it to her mouth.
"
Lick it, Kelly," he ordered in a
low voice.

Kelly both saw and smelled the shiny evidence
of his lust.
She nodded with an "um" of
agreement, responding instantly to this imperative demand. John
exhaled harshly as she dipped toward him and touched him with her
tongue.
Kelly
found herself whimpering as she licked pre-cum off his
rigid
shaft
, carefully cleaning every drop. 

"Christ, I love the feel of that sweet
tongue of yours," John said. "That's good. Now suck it."

"Ummm," she hummed and nodded.
Kelly sucked greedily on the silken rounded head.
More
blood shot into his cock in response and he swelled thick and long. John
smelled and tasted so male, and his hardness radiated heat and
musk. It was divine.

"Thank you," John said in a husky
voice, making Kelly want to purr with pleasure. John couldn't hide how much she
affected him - he craved her as much as she craved him. He put a condom on and
moved to place his body between her legs. "I have never wanted to fuck
anyone the way I want to fuck you right now, Kelly."

She moaned. "Yes, yes, John,
please," she heard herself say. Her entire body ached and felt feverish,
as if she was ill and John's strong male flesh was the only possible cure. 

John mounted, stretching himself on top of
her, his hard cock like a steel bar at the juncture of Kelly's legs. The weight
of his body immobilized her against the bed, flattening her breasts with his
solid chest. Then he began kissing her with deep, intoxicating kisses penetrating
her mouth just like he intended to penetrate her dripping sex.

Kelly felt she could drown in John's kisses,
or perhaps get drunk from them. Their tongues battled together, until she
caught and sucked on his, and then it was his turn to moan. John's hands
feverishly touched her body, running up and down her torso, squeezing and
fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples.

Ah, ah, ah, ah," she began a mindless litany,
writhing with desire. Her hands above her head fisted and tore at the sheets.
Kelly couldn’t help her responses, and she hadn't been ordered to
be still or quiet. Somehow being able to move and make noise felt all the
better for having discovered what it was like to manage without sound and
movement.

Kelly's mind and body whirled with pleasure.
John's bedroom smelled of sex, a heady, musky scent. The sound of ragged
breathing, pounding heartbeats, moans, whispers and whimpers echoed in the
confined space. Two people thrashing, joined together in the most ancient dance
of all. Kelly thought that the urgency of their coupling may have seemed
violent to an onlooker, more like vicious combat rather than an act of passion
and love.

"Look at me Kelly," John said, with
his large body pinning her to the bed.

Her eyes flew to his face, and when they met
his, everything stopped for an instant as they stared at each other. Their
connection was beyond anything, shocking. Intense. Their bodies remained locked
together, hearts pounding, skin to skin, breathing each other's breath. Lungs
rose and fell simultaneously as if they were one person.

My God I need him,
Kelly thought with raw desire
. Right now John Taylor owns me,
body and soul. But does it work both ways? Because I feel like he's mine. He
belongs to me, too.

Kelly stared at him, and her core turned
molten. John's striking features were harsh with lust, his eyes dilated and
heavy lidded, his body taut. This beautiful man's need seemed so strong that
even his formidable control seemed frayed. They both were sweating and panting.

He pulled away for a moment, reaching across
the bed, and bringing two pillows over. "Lift up," he said.

Kelly did, and John slipped the pillows under
her backside, raising her hips and pelvic area higher, and putting her lower
back into a deliciously sexual tilt. She had thought she was exposed before,
but now she was really open to him.

John's eyes glittered and his lips curved
slightly in a stern smile. "That's better. You look amazing." The
tight smile left him, and his features grew implacable and firm. "I can't
be gentle, Kelly," he growled in warning.

"I don’t care, John," she said, and
she meant it.

With his hands holding her inner thighs,
Kelly felt the firm heated head of his cock at her entrance. John's coarse
pubic hair rubbed roughly against her sensitive, distended clit. John entered
with one strong thrust, invading her, making nothing of the slight resistance
of her swollen flesh. He rammed into her, right to the hilt, slamming Kelly
down against the mattress
hard
. Air was pushed from his lungs with the
force of his thrust and he grunted. The feel and sound of his heavy
testicles
slapping her buttocks added to her shock.

A harsh broken cry tore from Kelly's throat,
and the strength of John's desire simply took her breath away. 

John's hips pressed against hers, abrasively
chafing, grinding and crushing into her, possessing her body completely, taking
everything he wanted to take. Kelly's legs wrapped around him instinctively,
and he made an animal sound of approval.

Kelly felt John's cock throb and twitch
against her internal walls. He was so big, rigid and thick inside her, giving
her a
stretched - too full sensation. I
t felt amazing. John pulled back and drove in again, thrusting
right to the end of her, slamming into her cervix. It created the most
exquisite pain and blissful pleasure she had ever imagined.

Tears coursed in a hot stream down her
temples. It all added to the influx of astonishing, overpowering sensations.
"
Um, ah, ah, ah, oh! John! John!
Johnnnn!"
Kelly cried out, sobbing his
name.

Every single muscle from Kelly's stomach and
buttocks to her entire pelvic region seemed to contract at once. Unexpectedly
she climaxed, her throbbing channel clenching in pulse pounding waves, her body
tightening and convulsing as if connected to an electric current. John
continued riding her hard and fast, grunting with each merciless thrust.

"Good, yes, come," he gasped.
"That's right, Kelly. Squeeze my cock – God!" John grabbed her ass
and his fingers bit into her as he lifted her up further to meet his thrusts,
pounding inside her again and again with bruising force, his chest heaving. And
then he came, too – his entire body corded with strain and hardening into an
inflexible male, muscular wall against her. John shuddered as he ejaculated,
straining and reaching, pushing himself deeper with each wave of pleasure.

John collapsed upon her, arms around her, gripping her
torso tightly, and Kelly buried her face into his neck. She heard the pounding
of his heart, and both of their ragged breathing – keeping tempo with the sound
of spring rain falling on the house.

Daringly, Kelly violated John's order to leave her arms
over his head. With only love in her heart, she curled her arms around the man
she ached for, nuzzled into him and zoned out.