by Nikki Sex
His fingers moved to her face, tracing her cheeks and forehead. "I love the color of your eyes, too. So pale blue." He cupped her chin. "Your jaw is square, and I bet you hate that. But I like it Kelly. Do you know why I like it?"
"No, John," she whispered, and her body quivered for he had struck the truth once more. Jesus he was freaking her out. She did hate her manly jaw. This man scared her, and excited her in a way that no one had ever done before.
"Because it's yours, Kelly. I like everything about you."
Impossible, she thought, fighting against the need for a physical response to such a ridiculous statement. Why is he lying to me? John doesn't even know me! He only met me tonight in an elevator.
John must have seen the surprise and anger in her face, despite her attempt to hide it because he gave a soft chuckle. "Did you think I didn’t notice the way your eyes have been following me for the last month, Kelly? You've been watching me. Well, I've been watching you, too. I think you're drawn to me, Kelly. You want me. And you've had no idea, have you? That all that time I've wanted you, too."
Kelly drew in a breath and her heart thumped loudly with that disclosure.
One warm hand cupped her jaw, and he kissed her lips in one short, bruising, passionate kiss. "God I love your mouth," he whispered, because he was so close to her. "Open up, Kelly," he said, and while she did so she wondered at his interest, why he wanted to look inside her mouth like she was a horse for sale or something.
John's sensual fingers caressed her lips, and he put his fingers inside her, touching and seeking for the end of her throat, feeling her tongue, and the roof of her mouth, rubbing his index finger around her gums. Taking his time he intensely studied her there. The entire process made her wet and needy, and not for one logical reason could she imagine why. Unless it was simply the fact that she was letting him do exactly as he liked. The idea of John taking her over and doing whatever he wanted was the turn on after all.
"You may close now, Kelly," he said, taking his fingers away. "I just wanted to see," he added by way of explanation. "To understand how my cock fit so well inside you. You gave me so much enjoyment, Kelly, just from your beautiful mouth," he kissed her again, and brushed his warm fingers along her jaw, "and this jaw. A large jaw is supposed to represent strength of character, Kelly, did you know that?"
"No, John." Kelly couldn’t believe her reaction, simply every time John said her name. His deep, cultured voice, so soothing yet commanding, so focused and in control. Her heart skipped a beat, and her whole body came to attention with arousal and need every time he said her name.
John stroked down her neck and shoulders, and along her arms. "Give me your hands," he said, and she did. To her surprised he brought both of them to his lips and kissed them. "Such feminine little hands." He studied them, too and finally said, "Clasp them again, behind your back," he ordered. When she did so he said, "Thank you, Kelly," politely as he always did.
Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, she thought, feeling an urgent need to climax. All my life I've heard people say my name. But no one has ever said it in the seductive, sensual way that John does.
John's fingers trailed down her skin to cup her breasts, weighing them and inspecting them. With thumb and fingers of both hands he gently rolled each nipple. Kelly felt them stiffen further at his touch. John looked into her eyes and then pinched each nipple hard, both at the same time.
Kelly didn’t move, but she did gasp slightly. "Good girl," John said. He tugged and lightly fondled her, caressing her abused flesh. Kelly found it hard to remain still. "You liked that, Kelly." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes, Sir," she admitted, absently agreeing with him. The suppressed violence of his expression, combined with his flashing eyes almost made her physically recoil. "I'm…I'm sorry," Kelly stuttered quickly. "I meant to say yes, John," she said.
John exhaled a sharp breath. "Don't ever call me that," he said. "We will disregard this incident for now, but if you make this mistake again I will punish you. And I will do it in a way that you will never forget," he added ominously. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, John," she said, her body shivering with dread. God, I have to remember, she thought. He is a powerful Dom, and he has a bullwhip! I sure don’t want to cross him. But what was the big deal about using the appellation, Sir?
He ran his fingers through her hair, making her scalp tingle and sending sensation down her spine. It seemed a soothing apology for his unexpected reaction.
"Good girl," he said. John came to one knee before her then and clinically examined her sex. It was amazingly erotic, to have him fondle her in such an objective manner, softly stroking her mons, spreading her labia wide, impersonally examining her clitoris, pulling back the hood, and even stroking her perineum.
All the while he made scientific comments, almost muttering to himself saying "A pale, well formed vulva," and when putting a finger inside her, "Such a snug, tight vagina, but it will swell and loosen with orgasm." Kelly could feel his hot breath tickling her sensitive skin as he spoke, and she thought she may go mad with lust.
Finally he leaned back and looked up at her. "Your sex is gorgeous, Kelly. So pink," he said. "So soft and swollen and pretty. And all mine. This pretty little cunt is mine, isn’t it Kelly?" he said, cupping her pussy.
"Yes, John," she gasped.
"Good," he said. "Then I'll tell you what I plan to do with it."
5. Mastered
Kelly waited, desperate to know what John intended.
John put two fingers inside her, moved them in sensual circular motions and then removed them. With his fingers dripping, he splayed them around the small bundle of nerves of her clit, rubbing back and forth with firm slick strokes. Kelly became aware of how aroused she was from the unintentional little sounds she was making. It was becoming more and more difficult not to move.
"You're very wet for me, aren’t you?" he said.
"Yes, John, God yes," she breathed. Well, that was an understatement because she could feel her arousal trickling right down her thighs. Kelly's mind whirled. John didn’t need BDSM trappings of cuffs or crops to control her. Right now she was his willing slave. John mastered her utterly, with just his voice and touch. She had never been so turned on in all her life.
He chuckled, his straight white teeth gleaming. "Listen to me, Kelly. I love having my mouth on your cunt. I'm going to eat you out now, and make you climax." She moaned. "But this is the point. I have decided that I want you to stand right where you are without moving. And I don’t want you to make a sound either. You may not be able to do it, but if you can it will please me very much. Do you want to please your Dom, Kelly?"
"Yes, oh yes, John, I do."
"Very good." He snorted. "My mouth is going to be too busy to order your climax, especially as I want to feel you come with my tongue deep in your cunt. Do you understand? Don't come until I thrust my tongue right inside your cunt. Now tell me what you are going to do for me, Kelly."
Kelly took a deep breath. "I am going to be still, and I'm not going to make a sound while I come for you. But I won’t climax until your tongue is deep inside me." It seemed an impossible task.
"Inside where?" John demanded.
Kelly felt her face heat, and it wasn't from embarrassment. It was from arousal. Who wouldn't be turned on from John's raw erotic words, not to mention the thought of his tongue there? But he obviously wanted her to use steamy words, too.
Kelly cleared her throat. "Inside my cunt," she said.
"Good girl."
Kelly knew her engorged clit was sticking out for him, just begging to be touched. John didn’t touch it. Instead his diabolical thumb circled her aching nub, sending a bliss-filled zing throughout her body. Her instant moan became strangled as she pressed her lips together and all sound cut off.
"Thank you, Kelly," John said, when she had subdued her impulse to move and make noise. "It's quite difficult isn't it? To remain motionless and soundless when your natural inclinat
ion is to do both? Don't speak - those were rhetorical questions," he added while still fondling her in a delicious manner. His touch seemed calculated to send her up into the clouds on an erotic high. "You are so good, Kelly. I don't expect that you will be able to do it, and I won't punish you if you can't. I just want to watch you try," he said.
It wouldn't take long to climax, for Kelly was much more than half way there. John nipped the tender flesh of her open thighs. Then he spread her nether lips with both hands, and licked her with the flat of his tongue, greedily lapping at her feminine entrance as if he wanted to drink every body fluid up that she had.
Oh God, she thought when her entire body rebelled with a crazed need to call out and move. How can I do this? Impossible! And yet more than anything I want to please John. It was torture. It was agony. But somehow she controlled herself.
John's skillful tongue moved right from her perineum, all the way to her clitoris, but he neglected that completely, circling around it but never upon it, teasing. He clearly didn’t plan to make this easy for her.
Kelly's whole body trembled wildly, but she held back her moans and whimpers and remained as motionless as humanly possible. She felt dizzy and unsteady, but all her attention was focused. No sound. No movement. It was vital to make HIM happy.
John's fingers were deep inside her, rubbing as he penetrated her. Then he licked and sucked her clitoris, and when his clever suction pulsed her clit, he almost sent her over. A pre-orgasmic throb rolled through her and she stiffened and shuddered. John began to tongue fuck her then and abruptly it was all too much.
Thank God, she thought. He wants me to come.
Kelly made a low keening sound – for a moment she couldn’t prevent it. But she pressed her lips firmly together and the noise stopped. With his tongue deep in her cunt, John held her hips to steady her. If anything her violent orgasm seemed stronger than ever in her urgent need to hold all sound and movement back. It was the difference between setting off a bomb outdoors - or in the confines of a small room. In the later case the room would be decimated.
In this case Kelly was decimated.
Kelly's orgasm exploded from within, while all her concentration was focused upon holding still and keeping silent. It was a fierce battle and her climax seemed to be particularly long, going on and on, because she simply couldn’t bear it. All that pleasure had to be contained and experienced in silence and stillness when all she wanted to do was thrash and scream.
John stood up and held her tight, which was just as well as her legs were going to give out. Finally her violent waves of pleasure eased. Kelly's entire body shook; sweating, trembling and breathing raggedly. Her mind was fogged, and occasional aftershocks pulsed through her - delirious spikes of added rapture that were almost too intense to endure.
John held her, patting and coddling her for long minutes, while she came back to herself. And all that time his husky voice praised her, saying "Good girl, Kelly. You did so well. You tried so hard." Soft kisses covered her neck and face. "I felt the severe strain you were under. Thank you, Kelly. You did that to please me, didn’t you?"
"Yes, John," she said. "I want to please you more than anything."
John laughed a carefree joyful sound. "You're like a mirror, Kelly. My God I see so much, just from looking at you." He kissed her soundly. "Because more than anything I want to please you, too."
This admission rocked Kelly, but she didn’t have much time to think about it. As she was strong enough now to stand still, John wanted to continue his inspection.
"Turn around and put your hands on the foot board railing of my bed. Then spread your legs and bend over." As she did so John ran his hands up and down her torso, stroking her back, flanks and buttocks, and down along her thighs. He gently moved her legs further apart, by nudging each with his feet. Once more he touched every part of her, commenting and examining, telling her how beautiful she was, and how much he wanted her.
"I love the color and texture of your skin, so creamy and silky," he said, stroking her hips. "I'm going to spank you sometime tonight or tomorrow, and I just know I'll leave bright red hand prints on your pale flesh. I give a ruthless spanking, Kelly. I want to see you squirming and writhing across my lap, suffering the pain of my hard, sharp slaps right until you climax for me. Do you want me to spank you until you come, Kelly?"
Jesus. I could climax just hearing him talk like that, she thought.
Kelly's face heated with arousal and embarrassment, and she was glad she wasn't facing him. Her pussy clenched and gushed with desire. Somehow she felt so vulnerable, ashamed to be such a deviant as to enjoy a hard spanking.
John gave a low chuckle. "Never mind, I see that you do." He rubbed her back, in a soft, comforting motion, because once more it seemed he had read her mind. "There is nothing wrong with you, Kelly Flynn. Please don’t ever be ashamed of anything with me. You're perfect in every way - you just have to trust me on this. You are perfect. I know what you want, Kelly, and I plan to give you everything that you need."
"Thank you, John," she managed.
Kelly hardly knew John Taylor, but she had fallen pretty hard for him. John seemed to know her so completely. His praise, his appreciation would crack the most stubborn heart. The pessimistic part of her mind whispered, yes but how many women has he told these things to? Be careful. This is how he gets people to love him.
But Kelly knew it was already too late.
I'm totally in love with John Taylor, she thought.
6. Horny
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 - tight 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.
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p; "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.
