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"Come here, Kelly," he said
quietly.

Kelly opened her eyes and turned toward him.
John's beautiful face was still utterly impassive and contained, yet his eyes
seemed soft and bright.

John outstretched his arms and Kelly jumped
up and flew into them with a sob. Hard and muscular, John was like a big tree -
there was no give in him. He easily took her weight as she wrapped her legs
around him and clung on as if he were a life raft in a rough open sea. He
stroked her and patted her and murmured soft sounds while she cried and cried,
making his collar bone thoroughly wet.

"I'm sorry, John," she said with
her breath hitching.

John walked over to a comfortable chair and
sat down with her on top of him, curled into him. "Beautiful girl,"
John said softly, running his hand through her hair in an absorbing sensation
of tactile delight. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it to
her. Kelly gasped and gave a strangled giggle when she saw it, remembering how
he had given her one in the elevator. Taking it gratefully, she used it to wipe
her tears.

"I don’t want to whip you, Kelly. How
can your Dom punish you when you have already so thoroughly punished
yourself?" John asked her. Kelly's response was more tears, and to squeeze
him even harder. John was patient, and he simply petted her and soothed her until
she settled.

"Tell me what you did wrong, Kelly,"
he said.

"I should have trusted you," she
burst out, happy to be able to get her transgression off her chest. "We
had a connection. I know we did. I was stupid not to remember that. But I'm a
naive person, John. I've been caught out so many times believing in people or
things, just because I prefer everything to be happy. I can face a fight, and I
can stick up for myself. It isn't that. It's just that I like happy endings,
and soft furry animals, and I prefer to think of everyone in the world as kind
and trustworthy. It's in my nature to be gullible, because I want to believe. I
wanted romance, and love and I wanted you, John. I know I'm rambling and I'm
sorry, John."

"Kelly, tell me what you did wrong.
Exactly," he said, reminding her of his question.

"I used my safe word."

"No," John said. "You did the
right thing by using your safe word. Always use it when you don't feel safe,
Kelly. That's what it's there for." He stroked her cheek with a knuckle.
"I'm glad you didn’t change that word, Kelly. Daisies suit you."

Kelly couldn’t help it, she had to laugh, and
then she covered her mouth and continued to giggle. "Yes, daisies are soooo
me."

"Answer my question now, Kelly,"
John said his voice firming.

Kelly inhaled a long breath and expelled it.
"I should have trusted you. You were my Dom. I did trust you completely,
John. You saved my life in that elevator. I just doubted everything when I saw
that file."

"No. Your doubts were not wrong,
Kelly," John said. "In fact your fearful reaction to seeing that I
had a file on you was both intelligent and rational. Honestly? I admired your
response. You were protecting yourself. I don't want you to blindly trust
anyone, not even me. Why should you? I could have been a sociopath, how would
you know? No, Kelly, doubting me was not what you did wrong."

"Oh," she sniffed. "Huh. Well,
thank you. That actually that makes a lot of sense, John. I didn't think of
that."

"Think now, Kelly," John said, and
an odd little smile played about his mouth. He gave her hair a gentle pull of
reprimand. "Use that brain of yours that I know you have and tell me what
you did wrong."

"I should have talked to you,"
Kelly said. "Instead I just ran away."

"If you are afraid for your safety you
should run, Kelly," John said. "It seems sensible. That file was a
serious head trip. I had forgotten it was there. When I think about you finding
it, and no doubt looking through it…" He shook his head. "Well, I'm
surprised you didn't just jump out of the nearest window to escape."

Kelly giggled. "Really?" Man, John
was making her feel so much better. She had been beating herself up all week,
when her actions hadn't been irrational or even that bad. But, what was her
mistake then? Why was he disciplining her?

"Yes, really. Now what did you do wrong,
Kelly?" John said, continuing to repeat the initial question. He gave her
an unexpected pinch on the bottom. "You don’t know, do you?"

Kelly just stared at him, perplexed and
frowning.

With startling speed, John flipped her over
on to her stomach and Kelly gave a little squeal of surprise. Lying across
John's lap, Kelly
curled her arms around his strong male
legs, feeling the strength in his calf muscles and pressing her face up against
his leather pants. John smelled divine, and the scent of him stirred the
memories of all the carnal pleasures she experienced a week ago in his bed.

"I'm going to spank you until you figure it
out," John's deep voice took on a dangerous purr.

Horny and already experiencing a building orgasm, Kelly
began to throb and ache with the thought of a spanking. There was just
something erotic about being spanked that made her body and her entire lower
torso convulse with forbidden, wicked ecstasy. Unconsciously she moaned, but
then John's hand came down on her naked bottom.

Crack!

Kelly almost bit her tongue off she was so staggered. No
warm up, nothing to get her ready. Wow. John really planned to punish her. Holy
Christ Almighty! Was the man's hand made of wood?

Crack!

Kelly ground her teeth together trying to prevent a
scream, and then shut her eyes while attempting to absorb the pain. Kelly
hadn't been counting, but it didn’t take many of those hard blows before she
was sweating with her hands bunched in small tight fists.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

John wasn't giving her time to acclimatize, to focus and
prepare for pain, and fucking hell, the man wasn't holding anything back! Kelly
began to scream and cry, "Owww! Oww! Ah! Ah!" Jesus her ass felt like
it was on fire.

"Kelly, tell me what you did wrong,"
John said, pausing for a moment and running his hand over her smarting
backside. Strong male fingers moved in sensuous, slow circles on her throbbing,
stinging buttocks.

Kelly was panting, and she saw the shine of
sweat on her arms. Shit, that's right. She had forgotten that she was supposed
to be working out what she did wrong.
"Ah,
John," she panted. "I'm sorry but, ah, I can't seem to think very
well just at the moment."

"That's too bad," John said with a bark of
laughter, "for you."

Still laughing, John continued raining down his sharp,
punishing blows. Mercilessly he spanked her, left cheek, right, alternating strikes
without a break. Kelly's whole body was thrashing, John had to hold her down. She
had no ability to control herself, and was breathless and screaming out the
entire time.
Fuck it hurt.

John stopped, and his hands fondled her buttocks once
more. "Kelly, do you want me to help you to remain still?"

So polite,
she thought. The
considerate question was just John all over. Kelly let out a long choking
breath, aware that her whole body was shaking and her face was covered in
tears. No wonder John said 'don’t wear makeup.' It wouldn’t have stayed on.
"Yes thank you, John," she said with a ragged sob.

"Hands behind your back," John said, and when
she did as he asked he took her wrist cuffs and locked them together, holding
them with one firm hand. "Thank you, Kelly," he said.

Kelly's breath hitched with that courtesy, the one she
had become familiar with the week before. John had wonderful, nearly chivalrous
manners. During the night they had spent together John had treated her with so
much respect, and nearly reverence. As if her submission was the most valuable
gift in the world, or as if she was. Something about that thought niggled at
her.

John put his right thigh over her legs, holding them down
firmly, his erection pressed against her hip. Trapping her between his hard
male thighs confused Kelly's focus. She lost concentration and her trail of
thought. Kelly was bent over with her ass even higher in the air, but now she
was constrained.

"Would you like a hint, Kelly, before I continue? So
that you can remember what you did that offended your Dom?" Despite the
pain, Kelly closed her eyes from a wave of intense pleasure because John had
said, 'your Dom.' Oh God, she really wanted him. She needed to be his. Did he
want her too?

John gave her time to answer. He continued to caress her
burning buttocks, occasionally dipping his fingers down to find the wash of
moisture between her legs, evidence that despite the pain, she was still
majorly turned on. Kelly could feel the hard heat of John's massive erection in
this position, and foolishly, even with the fires of hell scorching her
backside, she felt so happy it was beyond ridiculous.

John had said, 'your Dom.' Those words alone were more
than enough to send her into an upward spiral of euphoric joy.

"Nope," Kelly replied cheerfully. "I'm not
desperate yet, John. I'll figure it out." She giggled, deciding to show
him that she could take whatever he could dish out – as long as he could.
John's hand must be smarting. And that erection of his would want relief, too.

Crack!

Shit it hurt, but Kelly was okay with it. This was a
punishment, and honestly it felt good to be spanked. It was cathartic. All
would be as it was before; she just had to endure this. Kelly knew that once
she got through the pain threshold it wouldn't hurt that much anyway.

Crack!

John began to strike her hard, harder, the flat of his
hand hitting her rounded buttocks, making them flinch, wobble and shake. Kelly
focused on not tightening up. Relaxing into the blows, trying to accept it
because this discipline was from John, and she trusted him and she loved him. Without
thinking she raised her bottom up, wanting more attention from his cruel
spanking hand that slapped and heated her buttocks so tantalizingly.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

John was a gentleman, and that seemed a strange thought
because of the way he was beating her ass with such savage vengeance. But he
was. Always please and thank you. Never impolite or rude.

I belong to him,
Kelly thought, and all her worries and pain simply went away. The ball of
tension inside her eased and her clenched fists released as she accepted and
even sought his punishment.
Must be endorphins,
she thought dreamily. A
future spread before her then, one with John in it and then she felt a familiar
lightheaded euphoria despite the ringing pain.

The answer came to her then. It was so obvious that she
began to laugh. "I know what I did, John," she said.

All spanking ceased. John's left hand continued to grip
her wrists in the cuffs behind her back, and his right leg pinned her, holding
her safe on his lap.
Safe.
Kelly realized that she felt safe and cared
for.
Cherished.
Right now she had nothing in the world to worry about,
because she belonged to John. John would take care of her. Crazy but true.

"Oh, God," Kelly said. "The way I spoke to
you. I was so disrespectful. I'm sorry, John. I would never normally talk like
that to anyone, much less you. You are really so very important to me."

"Thank you, Kelly," John said. "That is
correct, clever girl." And from her upside-down view of him, Kelly's heart
skipped a beat when she looked up and saw John's handsome well-loved face.

"I forgive you," he said, giving her that
mind-blowing, mesmerizing smile of his.

Hard male fingers caressed and stroked her, soothing her
abused flesh. "You told me once, Kelly," John said, "that you
can sometimes climax with a spanking."

"Yes."

"I'd like to see that," John said, tracing her
wet clit and slick folds, running his fingers just inside of her, and then
cupping her pussy. "You feel so swollen, wet and ready for my cock,
Kelly," he purred in that sexy deep voice of his. "Christ, I love
your hot little cunt. I should just throw you down, and fuck you so hard that
you'll never want me to stop."

Kelly wanted to giggle, but she simply couldn’t laugh
after those fantastically seductive words, not to mention the images those
words conjured up.

"I don't ever want you to stop already, John,"
Kelly said seriously. "Right now I'd like to spend at least a week in bed
alone with you, ordering in room service, serving you as your sub, and making
you as happy as humanly possible. I really want to make you happy, John. I love
to see you smile."

John exhaled sharply, clearly affected by her words.
Acute sexual tension buzzed in the air that surrounded them, almost palpably
encompassing them both. The way John looked at her made Kelly's breath come
short and fast and her pulse ratchet up another couple of notches.

"Yes," he said with deceptive calm. "I'll
put that idea at the top of my list." John's
thumb was on her clitoris, circling seductively, then pulling back the hood and
teasing her. Kelly whimpered. "I'm a list person, Kelly. I have a list of
goals, and I work toward them. I am not a man who ever gives up, once I put
something on my list." John inserted two fingers deep within her aching channel
and she moaned. An intense pulse of sensation rolled through her body.

"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.