Bound and Freed Boxed Set (29 page)

"I never went to church, Lorenzo, and
I'm trying to catch up on what 'normal' people do," John said.

"Holy shit, John," Lorenzo said.
"I had enough of your bible quotes during your interview back at the
station. For a man who has never once gone to church, you sure seem to have
nailed the subject. What are you doing with Lucille then, turning the other
cheek?"

"No, not in the least," John
said, finishing up the last of his coffee and setting the mug down. "I
just know that however stupid and professionally suicidal Lucille's actions
were, she did have Kelly's best interests at heart. I simply have to like her
for that. I'm not a really a bad person Lorenzo, but I'll never be good enough
for Kelly. Have you ever been in love?"

Lorenzo laughed. "Yeah, sure I have, but it hasn’t
ever stuck."

"So there you are then," John said and his lips
curved up in a happy smile. "Regardless of my rather regrettable
childhood, and all the terrible things that are currently going on, I feel
incredibly fortunate. I'm madly in love with Kelly, and she loves me. You
should be so happy, Lorenzo." John stood up and took twenty bucks out of
his wallet. "My treat," he said. "That should cover the tip,
too."

"Thanks. But I figure that it's the least you can do
after the nightmares you gave me."

John laughed. "You know what, Lorenzo? Nightmare
childhood or not, right now I feel like I'm the luckiest man in the
world."

"Strip, Kelly," John ordered from where he sat
on his overstuffed bedroom chair, fully dressed in jeans, button down shirt,
and shoes. "Make me want you."

Kelly had dressed up for him in her newest olive and rust
bustier, with black stilettos and fishnet stockings. Displayed for his
pleasure, she wanted to please him, and she also wanted sex. John could smell
the scent of her feminine arousal already.

"Can I touch you, John?" she asked. "While
I strip?"

John felt unable to deny her anything. "Yes,
Kelly," he said, "but don't touch below the waist. Soon, but not yet.
Just one hand at a time, and go slow. I want your hands on me, Kelly, and I
will learn to love it, I know. It's just that I was touched without my
permission for so many years, it still kind of freaks me out."

Kelly shot him a broad grin and said, "Thank you,
John."

John reflected that she was such a naturally happy soul
that even when he said no to her, she only thought that someday his 'no' would soon
be a 'yes.'

Talk about an optimist.

Kelly strutted across the room, rolling her hips in a sex
walk and John found he was smiling. Yes she was sexy, but she was also just so
damn adorable. She moved all the way around him, trailing a hand across his
chest. Well, that was okay. He was distracted by her captivating body enough
that her hand didn't disturb him.

She spread her legs and bent over so that her ass was
right near his face. The bustier hid nothing, and John, admiring her creamy
skin, was getting an eyeful. Then she turned around and pulled the cups to her
bustier down, and holding each breast with a hand, she placed her breasts right
onto either side of his face.

John bent his head and inhaled, loving the feel of her
soft skin and her feminine smell. She took one breast and offered it to his
mouth, and he obediently suckled, and then nipped her.

Kelly gave an 'umm' sound of pleasure and writhed, and
her other hand moved through his hair. A tingle went down John's spine, but it
wasn't unpleasant.

Kelly put a foot up on his chair, giving him a view of
her pussy, barely covered with a thong. John saw that her thighs glistened. She
was dripping, but he withheld his desire to touch or lick. If he started he
knew wouldn't be able to stop. John could spend hours just eating her out and
making her climax over and over and over again.

Kelly disengaged the garter belts, on one leg. After
that, she dropped that leg down and put the other up, doing the same.

With one sweep Kelly then took the bottom of the bustier
in her hands and with a sexy little wiggle, she pulled it over her head and off
– leaving only the thigh high stockings, thong, and high heeled shoes behind.

John was up onto his feet in an instant, before he was
aware that he intended to move. He snatched her wrists and put her hands around
his neck, holding them with bruising strength before he realized it, and
loosened his grip.

"Keep your hands there, Kelly. You may touch my neck
and hair, as you keep telling me you'd like to do."

John smiled down at her, but he knew his smile was tense
and forced. "Lose the shoes." When she did, he added, "And rise
up on to your tiptoes, high as you can get. I want you to feel it in the
muscles of your groin."

Kelly did as he asked, suddenly looking down and
blushing. Arousal? Embarrassment? Or both, he wondered?

"Good girl," he growled. "Now look at me.
Do you know what I want?"

Kelly looked up through her lashes, and man, she was
seriously turned on. Well, so was he. This was nowhere near the complex,
intricate scene that he had planned, but he couldn't help it. What was with
this raw, physical urgency? He was trembling with desire.

God he had to fuck her
right now.

Before she could reply he clasped her in his arms and quickly
walked her backward to the wall, pushing her against it, slamming her hard
against it. The air left her lungs in a rush, pushed out of her from the
unforgiving muscular force of his solid, bigger body.  

"Oh, ah, um," Kelly moaned.

John felt her sweet breath swirl against his face and
neck, and her soft breasts hard against him. Kelly's fingers flexed, gripping
his neck and hair, and that firm, desperate feminine touch was not unpleasant.

In fact it spurred him on.

John ravished her then, with a bruising, open mouthed
kiss, one hand between her legs, enjoying the flood of her moisture and one
hand on her breast. It was always difficult to tear himself away from Kelly's
lips. Every time, each kiss they shared together was so much more than a kiss.
It was more like a soul-wrenching molding of their mouths, a joining that
melded and forged them into one person. Kelly moaned with pleasure and that
just made him harder.

This was sex, but it was also love. How had two such
separate things come together as they had?

John finally pulled away, biting her bottom lip and
licking across her throat and neck where her pulse furiously pounded. He had a
5 o' clock shadow and he felt it brush roughly against her soft skin, marking
her. John felt a quiver of need ripple through Kelly's body and like an
electrical conduit, her desire transferred to him. She sagged downward in a
blissful fog.

"Oh, no you don't. Up on those toes," he
admonished.

"Oh, sorry, John," she said and rose up again.

John's broad hand ran along her leg, squeezing her inner
thighs and the juncture of her sex. "Do you feel it now, Kelly?" he
whispered seductively.  "The strain pulls, doesn’t it? But it's such a
sweet pain. Your groin and thighs are filling with blood to manage this extra
work." John's hand grasped her pussy, his thumb circling, and caressing
her distended clit. "Feel how swollen you are?"

Kelly whimpered, making helpless little noises from the
back her throat.

John licked her neck where her pulse was pounding, and
bit and sucked. His thumb and finger had moved to her nipple and he tugged and
pulled, while his other hand moved to her ass to cup her buttocks and thrust
against her with his rigid shaft. He moved against her, pushed against her sex
and she moaned even more, uttering wanton sounds of need.

The alluring feminine noises she was making, the smell of
her arousal and the feel of her squirming, soft body under his made him realize
that he couldn't wait.

John's mouth trailed down to her breast, and his hand
returned between her thighs. Taking a nipple in his mouth he laved and
caressed, and then suddenly bit it hard, feeling her instant flood of arousal.
Kelly squealed and thrashed. They were both breathing rapidly with ragged
panting lust. He licked and suckled her throbbing flesh.

"I'm going to hurt you tonight, Kelly," he said
in a sensual threat, "and you're going to love it. Now hold still and be
quiet while I bite your other nipple." She did exactly as he ordered, and
her utterly submissive compliance made his balls tighten and his cock throb.

"Good girl," he growled, "You like to obey
me don't you, Kelly?"

"Oh God, yes, John," she gasped.

"When you do as I say I reward you, don’t I?"

"Yes, yes!"

John unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down
enough to free himself. Reaching down, with a loud snap he broke her dripping
thong and it fell away. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating. He felt his
cock press lightly against her hot, soaking opening and this time he groaned.

Kelly reacted to the feel of his cock, too. She couldn’t
move as he was holding her still, but she was sure trying to. And the frantic,
desperate little sounds she was making? Wow. The feel of his cock had ignited
her completely. Kelly writhed, wanting him inside her. Damn she was hot. That
internal combustion of hers would soon make her explode.

"How shall I reward you my sweet, sweet sub? Tell me
what you want."

"Oh God, John," she whimpered. "Fuck me,
please."

"And?'

"Let me come for you," she begged. "I want
to come for you. I need to come." Sexually inflamed, and trembling, Kelly
was frantic. Whimpering and moaning, she was making so much noise it sounded as
if he was flogging her.

"Shush, shush," he soothed. "I'll take
care of you, Kelly."

John had intended to torment her, bringing her close to
the brink of orgasm a number of times, and then denying her a climax. But he
didn’t have the control for that right now. How could he deny her? When he had
no power over himself?  With his body pressed against her, his cock at her wet,
welcoming entrance, John reached down, his palms tracing to her thighs, and to
the back of her knees. Then he pulled Kelly's legs up around his waist, and while
he did so he thrust inside. He penetrated her right to the root, his balls slapping
loudly against her.

Kelly cried out, and the walls of her sex pulsed, but she
didn't climax.

John hissed, and bit his lip.
Shit!
The muscles of
her cunt had tightened like a vice and he almost shot his load. Warm, wet,
swollen.

My God, this feels divine.

The sensation of his shaft deep in her heated, molten
core made him throb and twitch. John was barely able to withhold his orgasm.
Once he had stretched her, he remained perfectly still, certain that he would
climax if he moved at all.

Kelly gasped and moaned, "Oh, John. Yes! Oh, please,
please, please," she sobbed and begged, trying to thrust against him. John
simply pushed her more firmly against the wall, holding her still.

"You have amazing control, Kelly," John
praised, well aware that she may yet lose that control at any moment.
"You're doing so well," he encouraged.

Kelly was panting when she gasped breathlessly,
"Thank you, John."

"Is there anything else you want your Dom to give
you, Kelly?" he said, his throat raw with sexual urgency.

"I want your cum, John," she said desperately.
"I love your cum. I want to eat it, drink it and swim in it. I love the
smell, the taste and everything about it. I love it because it is yours, John,
and it pleases you when I take it. Oh, God!" That last was punctuated with
another roiling pre-orgasmic pulse, the walls of Kelly's sex squeezing him so
tight that once more he almost ejaculated.

"Don't move," he snapped.

"Yes, John," she whimpered and he saw tears of
longing and desperation running down her face. She was such an emotional girl.

Panting and sweating, John held her pressed against the
wall and shut his eyes struggling with his powerful urge to climax. He hadn't
undressed, and between his sweat and hers, his cotton shirt was drenched. Kelly
was making a continuous keening sound, and John held her jaw and put his thumb
in her mouth. The noise stopped instantly as she immediately began to eagerly
suck him, working his thumb as if it were his cock.

Doubting his control, John counted to twenty, trying to
catch his breath, while concentrating on
her
.

Kelly was so, so soft and feminine. Soft to his male
hardness. Light to his dark. Kind and happy to his anger. Cheerful and positive
compared to his years of hate and despair. Kelly was all purity and goodness to
John's shadowed, evil past. Kelly balanced him and made him able to see himself
as something better than he had been. Someone good.

John could feel her beautiful body quivering with desire.
Her small feminine hands were holding his neck, pulling against his hair like a
lifeline, and her sexual excitement and raw lust tried his control.

This perfect woman wanted him, and she needed him. Could
there be anything more arousing? Or more fulfilling?

John took his thumb from her mouth. With a tenuous hand on
his control, he squeezed and fondled both of her breasts, tugging and pulling
on her nipples. Kelly whimpered, and he liked the sound so much he pulled and
tugged some more, this time twisting, eliciting a number of strangled female cries.
Satisfied, John's hands brushed down to grip her buttocks.

John's lust was all consuming, and if anything his resistance
was worse than ever. It was because of Kelly. Kelly tested him like no one ever
had before.

She tested him in sex, in life, in everything.

"Kelly," he said in a husky voice. "You
are going to come for me not long after I start fucking you, within a few
strokes. Can you do it?"

"Oh God yes, John! Jesus, I'd come right now if you
told me to."

John chuckled. "Me too," he confessed. "But
I want it to last a little bit longer, to see if we can go together."

Expelling a large breath of relief, like letting a bull
off a chain, John let himself go. He began to thrust vigorously, pressing her
against the wall, slamming into her, his hands gripping her buttocks with
bruising strength, one firm, pussy-moistened finger, intentionally pressing
roughly up into her puckered rear.

Kelly sobbed and keened in a melody of diverse and desperate
cries.