by Nikki Sex
"I'm going to ask you some questions now and you will answer yes or no. Just yes or no. Do you understand, Kelly?"
"Yes."
"Good. Was there an event in the past where you were trapped in the dark?"
"Yes."
"It was when you were a child?"
"Yes."
"And you feared for your life?"
"Oh, God yes," she said and vicious frightening thoughts and emotions bubbled up from somewhere inside, evil memories spewing forth fierce and hot as burning lava. Words tumbled out of her then, pouring from her in a frantic rush, "It was so terrible! You see I was playing hide and seek…"
Kelly's speech cut off as John grabbed her breast and squeezed and twisted it hard. The sudden pain shocked her into silence and the terrible memories that had begun to boil up into her mind disappeared.
"Stop, Kelly," he admonished, with a final painful pinch to her nipple. "I said answer yes or no. Do you recall?"
"Yes," she replied and her voice sounded pitifully meek and frightened even to her own ears.
"Very good. Here and now is not the time, Kelly to talk of childhood fears. You are in shock, and this is clearly a case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Now that I know what happened we can begin to manage it."
"Oh!" she said, thankful that he had made those unbearable memories go away. The man was so confident, and he had said he could deal with it. Thank God! Kelly expelled a deep breath of relief. If anyone could help her, Father John could.
"Drink this," he advised, putting a flask to her lips. It tasted sweet and heady and she took a long drink, and then another. It went down warmly, sending heat in a comforting wave throughout her chilled body. Kelly could almost feel John smiling in the dark as she made no attempt to hide the magnetic lure the drink held for her. "What is it?" she asked, swallowing more.
"It's a mixture of my own, but mainly brandy. It is rather rejuvenating after a shock I find. Better?" he asked.
"Much, thank you," she choked, but her body still twitched and shook in occasional, uncontrollable salvos, as if intermittent gun fire sporadically slammed into her flesh. John's finger tips rested lightly against the pulse in her neck, and she realized that he was counting the beats of her heart.
There had been gossip around the Basement that Father John had his own tonic he used after he had tortured some poor bastard into a mindless state of euphoric ecstasy. That must be what she was drinking, and Kelly had to admit that it really helped. Somehow his hand binding her arms behind her, and the other holding her firmly against him also had a steadying effect. It was strange to feel so safe and cared for in his powerful embrace. Father John scared the hell out of her, but he could also be kind it seemed.
A light glowed as John called 911. When the operator came on he calmly reported the stopped elevator, where they were and their circumstances.
When he put his phone away, Kelly asked, "Do you think we'll be here much longer?" She knew her unsteady voice betrayed transparent panic. Kelly had a crush on this man. From the moment she had set eyes on him, on her first visit to the Basement, Kelly had longed to be held in John Taylor's arms. But she didn’t want to be in his arms like this. Not here, trapped in a tiny, airless box!
"They are sending someone, Kelly. I suspect a power outage of some sort, something severe enough for the backup generators to also be off line. Or perhaps some safety protocol has kicked in. Either way we may be stuck here for some time."
Kelly shuddered as a wave of dread rolled through her at the thought of being trapped, unable to get out, once again. The darkness pressed thickly, seeming to slam in on her with a physical force. She shuddered, beginning to feel that creeping dread of not being able to get enough air. "You…you said now that you know what it was – that you could begin to manage it. What..what else can be done? Because honestly, John, I'm…I'm still really freaked out."
"Distraction is the only thing that will work in a situation like this," John said calmly.
"Oh." The word hung there, just like it had when John had first gotten in the elevator with her. Still lame, she thought. Yet it was all she could think of to say.
In a clinical, dispassionate tone he added, "So I'm going to make you come."
END OF BOUND
FREED
1. Distraction
"Mon ami, may I recommend you to read, "The Little Prince," by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. It is a beautiful tale of loneliness, friendship, love and loss, in the form of a young prince fallen to Earth. It states, "One sees clearly only with the heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye." To me, John, you are the lost Prince, searching for your rose. Have faith, jeun homme. Trust your heart, and trust hers, for all is inevitable. You will find each other." --- André Chevalier, (email to John Taylor)
Kelly Flynn's evening started well, even though she arrived late to The Basement, the local BDSM club.
First she had met up with two of her friends, and then she watched John Taylor, aka "Father John" do what the man did best, which was to torture a willing bottom into euphoric bliss. Even though Kelly missed most of that demonstration, just seeing the finale had been worth it. Viewing those moments of trust, where the man submitted, completely to his Dom had been a real privilege.
Kelly had been witness to the ultimate in BDSM power exchange. During that scene a priceless gift had been freely given. And the generous largess had been accepted. Yet intense gratitude from the exchange had gone both ways. Kelly felt it would take time for her to work through it, to fully comprehend what she had seen. Tears had filled her eyes as she had watched the lines of power blur. In taking, Father John had given. In giving, the submissive had taken, and both men had become richer through the experience.
What had her friend Rosslyn told her? "John's goal was to bring me to sexual release and spiritual bliss. He did it too."
Something profound had occurred, but understanding what had happened seemed just out of Kelly's reach. Yet to watch them find connection, to forge the unique, almost spiritual bond as they had…well. It really had been a wow moment. For the first time she was beginning to understand the attraction people had to S & M.
After that Kelly had enjoyed a sexy entertaining adventure with Master Ron, a playful Dom who made her laugh, gave her multiple orgasms and was an excellent Top. What could have been better? The evening had been perfect, right up until the moment that Father John, the man she had an irrational and foolish crush on, got into the elevator with her.
After the elevator doors had shut, and they started to move upwards, the lights went out and the elevator stopped working. This unfortunate series of events triggered Kelly's terror of small, dark enclosed spaces. John Taylor had brought her back from sheer panic, but they might have a long wait before rescue.
Distraction was the only solution now. "So I'm going to make you come," Father John had calmly informed her.
Kelly giggled and couldn't help laughing, although the brittle sound of her laughter seemed rather hysterical to her. Scary, hot, intimidating Father John - the man who is the subject of all my fantasies - is going to make me come? she thought. Well of course he is. That will certainly be a distraction.
"Shush, shush," John soothed - no doubt picking up on her panic. He cupped her face with his free hand and kissed her forehead, a chaste, gentle kiss.
John seemed so unlike the person she had thought he was. Kelly was terrified and he had been so understanding, so kind and sweet that she simply wanted to melt. How many personalities did Father John have? The Sadist? The kind Dom? And his own personality - whatever that was. Kelly wondered: Did anyone really know John Taylor at all?
Having a crush on him had been one thing, and fantasizing another, but the real man was way hotter than Kelly had expected. She had known John was beautiful, but in the dark she was attracted to his warm sensual touch, his masculine scent and the way he took control of everything. God. If she had been alone in this elevator when it broke she honestly could have died, or at least c
ertainly she would have gone mad with terror. The thought ratcheted up her anxiety levels so her pulse increased, too.
"Shush, Kelly," John said in a reproving voice. "Stop thinking. I am going to touch you now, and I want all your awareness on that - my skin - in contact with your skin. Do you understand?"
"Yes, John," she said, the skin to skin comment making her pulse speed for another reason. Strong male fingers skimmed lightly over her lips and cheeks, trailing down her neck and shoulders, stopping just above her breasts.
"Do you feel my fingers?" he said.
"Yes, John," she replied and Kelly found that as he had instructed, she was no longer thinking. In fact just now she didn’t feel even capable of thought. All her concentration was right there.
John folded down the cups of her corset, exposing her in the darkness. Kelly found herself straining toward him and holding her breath – waiting for his touch. When his warm rough fingers began to explore her tender breasts, she sighed, in a little "um" sound.
Anticipation, anxiety, pleasure… Kelly felt completely out of her depth in these circumstances, trapped in an elevator with the man of her dreams. Almost impersonally John explored her breasts, plumping and squeezing, smoothing over the contours of both. Inhaling in short, shallow breaths, Kelly shut her eyes in the darkness, absorbing every sensation. The effect this man had on her! She quivered in response to his touch, helplessly making desperate little sounds of need, despite trying to hold them back.
John took some time, rolling and tugging on her nipples, apparently gauging every reaction. Then his hand went lower, resting on the edge of her underwear. "Lift up, I want to take these panties off," he ordered.
Kelly immediately obeyed and John removed them, leaving her sitting on his warm leather pants, her legs parted. Her giddy head-spin of residual terror, anticipation and apprehension settled with this dominant demand. John Taylor was in control. Simply knowing that made her feel safer. On some primal level, Kelly trusted him. She expelled a deep breath, unaware that she had been holding it. Giving herself over to this man was a huge relief, causing her uncertainty and confusion to vanish.
"That's right, Kelly," John said, no doubt registering that the high-strung tension in her body had eased. "I've got you."
His confident conviction was like a balm, eliminating the last remnants of Kelly's doubts and fears.
John's warm fingers soothed over her cool thighs, and then cupped her pubic area. Kelly was glad she was smooth and hair free, because she felt ridiculously eager to please him. But John, a man of notoriously few words, said nothing.
His probing fingers moved lower, until they rested enticingly between her folds, right outside the sensitive nerves of her entrance. "Try to sit up for me, Kelly," he said.
With instinctive obedience she immediately attempted to raise her torso but John's hand gripped her wrists firmly behind her, securing her too tightly. She couldn't move at all, as long as John held her. God he was so much stronger than she was. He could do anything to her and she couldn’t stop him! That thought caused a flash of lust and fear to roll through her, with an accompanying wetness between her legs. Kelly felt a soft movement of male fingers, aware of how Father John had registered her slick spill of arousal due to being held down, captured and bent to his will.
"Good," he said, again with no more than a clinical appreciation for what got her hot.
Kelly was speechless and embarrassed. A familiar flush of heat spread over her, and she knew her whole body was blushing red. For a moment she was actually glad it was dark. Good Lord. Talk about a distraction. Well, he had all her attention now. John didn't seem to expect her to say anything, which was just as well, because she had no idea what to say.
Jesus. All this time Kelly had been at the club, thinking she knew what it meant to be submissive, but everything before this moment seemed like role playing or pretend. There was no comparison. Father John controlled her easily and absolutely. It was instinct or natural law for her to submit to him. And not just submit, more like surrender absolutely to his will – whatever his will might be. Freely and without reservation Kelly gave all of her power to him. Liberated from her burdens, she was thankful to do so.
John Taylor had mastered her completely.
Kelly's pussy pulsed with that thought and she realized something else. More than anything she longed to please him. She felt as if she was unable to deny him whatever he may wish for. Kelly felt she would do absolutely anything for John Taylor.
She swallowed and thought, I just hope that he doesn't want to hurt me.
2. Lessons
I'm alone with John Taylor, Kelly thought, alternating between anxious anticipation and rapture. And shit! Even trapped in an elevator, can this man get a girl riled up, or what?
John's hand and fingers explored Kelly's sex in a heated, erotic caress, stroking delicately, circling, but always careful not to brush against her clit. He played with her for some time, a teasing assault to her senses that made her breathless and needy. Moving his fingers down between her legs, John delved between her folds, invading her hungry feminine entrance. He slipped one tantalizing finger inside her moist depth, just up to a knuckle.
"Um, ah, oh, God," she murmured, shifting restlessly, unable to stop her sounds of enjoyment.
He paused for a long moment, until Kelly had collected herself, and then asked softly, "Do you like pain, Kelly?"
"Not really," she replied surfacing quickly from the intoxicating bliss his finger provided. "I like a spanking. Sometimes I can climax with a spanking," she offered, nervously hoping to divert him from whatever torturous action he might be imagining for her. She soooo did NOT like pain.
Kelly's less than enthusiastic response to the pain issue had no apparent effect on Father John, which was a relief. He continued as he had, calmly asking questions or giving orders.
"Spread your legs further apart, Kelly. Wide as you can," he said. Her instant obedience surprised her, and once more she knew that it was instinct that drove her, not logical thought.
John ran his hand from one thigh, over the sensitive cleft of her sex to the other thigh, feeling how open she had made herself to him. "Thank you. That's right, Kelly," he said with formal civility. "Keep them like this." John's deceptively soft, cultured voice was a huge turn on in itself. Just the way the man kept saying her name made her wet. Kelly found herself burning with desire. A heavy aching need settled between her open legs and exposed pussy.
"Now tell me, Kelly," John said. "When did you last masturbate?"
"Last night," she replied immediately.
"Good girl," he said, sliding two digits between her damp folds and slipping them deep inside her. Kelly moaned. John took his fingers out and lightly brushed her slick essence over her swollen clit a number of times. Kelly understood then. This was an instant reward for her honesty. Rapturous pleasure spiked through Kelly and her core tightened at his perfect touch. Oh Lord! His thick male fingers felt sooo much better than she had imagined.
"What did you fantasize about when you were masturbating?" he asked
Kelly's thoughts paused for just a split second, as she wondered how to reply. The truth was she had been thinking about him. How could she tell him that? No way! Instead she said, "Uh, just the usual, you know, hot guy, intercourse."
The acute pain was instantaneous. John slapped the open skin of her pussy hard, three stinging sharp swats that sent a tingling wave of hurt rippling throughout her whole body. Kelly cried out in astonishment and surprise.
"Oww!" In an unconscious reaction she closed her legs, bringing her thighs together.
John followed this agony up by grabbing her clit and squeezing it, then giving it a cruel twist, just like he had done to her breast when she was hysterical earlier from a childhood memory.
"Please! Please!" she begged, thrashing in his arms. John easily held her, just by continuing to restrain her wrists behind her back. Kelly could do nothing, only endure this terrible punishment.
"Ahh!" she cried out but quickly put her legs back to where they had been, far apart. John released her swollen aching clit, and Kelly felt relief as he released it. It burned and throbbed in protest at its treatment.
John soothed her with soft, tender strokes. His gifted fingers relieved her abused flesh, fondling her with gentle, almost apologetic caresses. "I ordered you to spread your legs, Kelly. They must stay that way until I tell you otherwise. That is why I hurt you by pinching your clitoris. I always punish noncompliance."
"Oh," she panted breathlessly.
"I spanked your pussy for another reason. I need to you to understand, Kelly. I'm going to be very clear. You must never, ever lie to me. I don’t have to see your face to recognize when you're hiding the truth or when you tell a lie. Even in this darkness I will know. I punish disobedience and I punish lies. Do you understand?"
"Yes, John."
"Good girl." The soft circular touches that John was generously giving her sore, tender pussy and clit felt sublime and nothing short of marvelous. Kelly's body trembled uncontrollably with sharp, fierce arousal. What was that about? How could he draw such pleasure from her after giving it such pain? The entire lower half of her body seemed to be throbbing and tingling. There was no question that she craved Father John's touch, she needed it desperately. It was all she could do not to arch up toward his hand, and she found herself once more making soft, unintentional whimpers.
"That's right, Kelly," he said in that calm, sexy voice of his. "It feels good. When you obey me I shall reward you. Now. What did you fantasize about when you were masturbating last night?"
John's fingers had traveled down between her nether lips, spreading them open with his fingers, and then trailing deliciously along her empty, needy slit. John's clever thumb, slick with her arousal, moved to circle around her swollen clitoris. Whenever he rubbed the aching nub, Kelly jerked and moaned, drunk with sensation. She didn't care what he knew anymore. As long as he continued to finger her with his devil blessed hands she was happy to tell him anything he wanted.
