by Nikki Sex
The way his Kelly jumped from subject to subject impressed and astonished him.
John was standing in the living room, having followed her there, where she had placed a warm wool throw rug, because it was important for him to keep warm.
How in the world John wondered, was he going to get a word in? "Kelly," John snapped, in a sharp, commanding tone.
Kelly swung around and John was pleased to see that his Dom voice had captured her attention.
"Come here."
Kelly came instantly, and stood just in front of him. Every bit of her attention was centered on him. Now wasn't her automatic obedience a turn on? A beautiful blush of arousal was rising, coloring her pale skin with red. That, plus her instant submission always made him hard.
"You may place your hand on my hip."
Kelly did so. With her right hand in a sling, John didn’t want her to lose her balance.
"Hold still," he said in a quiet voice. Then with his one good hand he held her jaw, and pressed her mouth to his in a bruising kiss of longing and need. John loved Kelly's mouth, her soft, pliable lips, and the way she melted into him wherever he kissed her. Kelly kissed him back of course, with equal enthusiasm. She was making soft noises of arousal by the time he pulled away.
John threw a pillow on the ground from the overstuffed chair that was right behind him, and then pointed to the floor. "Kneel, please, Kelly," he said.
John helped her with his good hand, as being in a sling did make it awkward for her. "Thank you, Kelly. Now unbuckle and unzip me. I want my pants down. You may free my cock, but don’t touch it."
Working with her left hand, she did as he asked while her tongue slipped out and touched her lips. Unconsciously, she licked them with greedy longing. John's cock jutted out in front of him, and he knew Kelly wanted to lick and touch it, but she also knew that she wasn't allowed.
Well, she would have to wait.
John sat down in the chair, capturing her body between his legs. He was still weak from his injury, and felt unable to do this standing up.
"You may put your good hand on my thigh, Kelly," he said. "That's right. Leave it there." John had a sudden impulse to laugh, but he suppressed it. His erection, as usual, glistened with pre-cum. Kelly's lips were wet and her mouth was slightly parted. Her eyes were focused on his cock - it seemed to be entrancing her. Kelly clearly craved it. Badly.
John tapped her chin, and her pale blue eyes flew to his face. "Beautiful girl," he said. "Keep looking at me. Good. Now open."
Kelly opened her mouth. Because his cock was so erect, it pointed up. Using his fingers John pressed his cock down toward her mouth, and inserted it.
"Close now, Kelly."
Kelly closed her mouth on his stiff male flesh, but then she immediately started to work it, licking and eagerly sucking.
"Uh, uh, no you don't, Kelly. Don’t lick and don’t suck," he admonished, and she stopped instantly. "I want you to simply hold my cock in your mouth. No moving, and try not to swallow as much as possible. That's right. Just like that. Thank you, Kelly."
John just stared at her for a few minutes. Kelly was on her knees, doing as he commanded with her eyes on him, alert to his every need.
"You are absolutely perfect, Kelly," he murmured, stroking her hair with his good hand. "I am grateful and honored by your obedience. I don’t think I'll ever take you for granted. Every single time you submit to me it feels like the very first time."
Kelly's eyes blue eyes blazed with pleasure at his words and he smiled at her.
John stroked her throat and her mouth, then his fingers traced where her lips were pressed against his cock. How sexy was that? Feeling where her lips met his cock? John took his time, simply enjoying looking at her and touching her.
Kelly swallowed; she must be salivating like nothing else. She was so desperate to suck and move. Poor girl.
"Well," John said. "Now that I have your mouth otherwise engaged, I wanted to tell you some things. I love to hear you talk, Kelly. Who wouldn't admire your ability to just open your mouth and keep speaking as you do? How do you do that? It's a gift."
Kelly's eyes were bright with laughter now, and John cupped her chin, and then ran the pad of his thumb over her cheek. Seeing Kelly like this, willingly bound to his will, made something low in his belly tighten.
"This form of gag looks beautiful on you, Kelly. And although it's distracting, you have to admit it is also very effective."
John's hand gripped the back of her neck, holding her in a casual form of ownership. He always felt powerful and complete when acting as a Dom to Kelly. It was utterly satisfying and fulfilling to know that she was his.
"I called my neighbor Mable today," he said, "and I repeatedly assured her that she did all she could for us. She is still pretty upset. I think older people find it harder to come back from a severe shock like that. Anyway, Mable is going to make triple the food order while André is here with us, and that will take her mind off things. I've given her the name of a courier who will drop her food here daily, and we should take the time to visit her next time we go to town."
John smiled down at her. "Nod if you heard and understood me, Kelly." She did so.
"And my safe should arrive today. I've contracted some people that the insurance company recommended, to dig it out and bring it along." He caressed an eyebrow, and traced the shell of her ear. "Want to see what's in my safe?"
Kelly's eyes brightened with interest and curiosity. She nodded.
"Also, I spoke to Colin Wilkins," John said. "He and Donna are coming over tomorrow morning to catch up. I thought we would have them for lunch and order in something as neither of us can cook right now. Is that okay with you?"
Kelly nodded.
"Colin says André has taken the Basement by storm, which is no surprise. He is wanted by every sub there. You know how I introduced Lorenzo to him?"
Kelly blinked, and nodded.
"Well," John said. "It's just as I thought. Lorenzo Martin is a repressed Dom. His natural tendencies had been blunted by upbringing and culture, I guess. But André is on the case, and Lorenzo dominated his first woman last night at the Basement. According to Colin the detective caught on quickly, probably from all his experience as a policeman, making people comply. The man will never be the same. Lorenzo is on a total high according to Colin. Isn't that great?"
Kelly nodded, and as she did so she swallowed. Her lips tightened on John's cock unintentionally, and his rigid flesh throbbed and twitched.
Wow. That felt good.
John smiled down at her. "I don’t have much more to tell you Kelly, thank God. You test my control, beautiful girl. You're the only one who ever has."
Kelly's eyes brightened further and tears of emotion or strain started to trail down her cheeks.
Awed, John stilled. Kelly's tears always fascinated him. How did she do it? He wanted to understand. Nothing made him harder than seeing a sub cry. A submissive that was willing to accept his torment, simply to please him. John was unable to cry. His subs cried for him.
In the past, during a scene was the only time John felt connected, when his sub was in sub space and he was in Dom space. That bond had been what he lived for, where his submissive was almost like an extension of himself. When his submissives cried, John felt something. He could nearly grasp the elusive understanding that had always seemed just out of reach, that overwhelming emotion displayed by tears.
John still couldn’t cry, but Kelly did. And John was connected to Kelly. With her, John felt as if his own true humanity was almost within his grasp. Would he ever be able to shed a tear? From the current cultural perspective, the ability to cry was a stupid thing for a man to desire. Why did one always want what they couldn't have? Dom nature notwithstanding, John wanted to remember how to cry.
John recalled what André's had told him four years ago: You are cut off mon ami, oui, but you are not an evil man. Your past has taught you to hide, even from yourself. But do not despair. You
came to me, n'est pas? That was an act of valor. Continue with such courage, jeune home. Life, for all its trials, is a healing process. Trust in what I tell you now. All will resolve in the fullness of time.
John looked down at Kelly, aware that he had lost track of her, for just a moment, distracted by her tears. Kelly constantly made him search his soul. That was one of the thousands of reasons that she was so good for him.
"I love you, Kelly Flynn," John said, looking into her eyes. Their connection was right there, that joining that he always seemed to have with her. It was such an ultimate high. "I know you know this already, but I don’t think I could possibly tell you enough. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."
Those tears! Kelly nodded but those tears were really running now. God she was beautiful.
"Do you want me to come, Kelly?"
Kelly nodded violently and John gave a low chuckle.
"Okay, but we are going to try something new," he said. "For you, Kelly. Only for you. If you go slowly, you may use your hand on me. Other than the first time in the elevator I don’t think I have ever let you touch me there, have I Kelly? So go ahead beautiful girl. I think I'll be alright, just don’t grab, okay?"
Kelly nodded, and instantly began to suck and lick his cock with her mouth, moaning loudly. John tapped her chin and her eyes looked up and met his."You are supposed to be looking at me, Kelly."
Kelly stared at him. John knew what she wanted, so he gave in.
"I'll allow you to watch what you're doing this time," John said. "I know you have wanted to see and touch my cock. Knock yourself out, beautiful girl."
John studied her, unable to prevent the stiffening tension in his body. That hand was there, and he fought to relax, yet his erection had softened slightly.
This is Kelly's beautiful hand, he thought. And touching me is making her happy. The thought of her pleasure did the trick and he hardened fully once more.
Kelly reverently caressed his shaft, kissing it, pulling back his foreskin and pressing the rounded head against her moist lips, delicately licking his pre-cum. Taking a deep breath, Kelly's mouth vibrated with a "ummmm" sound and her eyes, already heavy-lidded, drifted shut with pleasure. They opened again, and she studied his cock once more, softly rolling his balls and tracing the thick veins of his flesh.
Kelly slowly worked him, and John suddenly became aware of something. Kelly had watched him stroke himself before, and she was doing it just like he did, clever girl. Kelly had been attentive because she loved him. Something in John's chest tightened. It was that aching feeling he got when his heart was full.
Kelly began working him faster, with her hand, her mouth, and her tongue, making small helpless little sounds from deep in her throat.
"Oh, Kelly. That feels good," John said, astonished, because it did.
Kelly went down on him then, until his cock was deep inside, touching the back of her throat so that her nose was pressed up against his coarse pubic hair. Her hand was caressing his balls, and desperate for air she pulled back. Everything she was doing felt wonderful, even her hand.
"Yes, yes," John said, fisting her hair. John didn’t control her, he just wanted to hold on, to feel her bobbing, and moving side to side and up and down. "Kelly, it feels so good."
Tears were running down Kelly's cheeks from happiness or the strain of taking him, or a combination of both. John saw that Kelly had found sub space now, a dreamy place where all was peaceful euphoric joy.
"Ummmm," she moaned in a continuous little hum, drooling and utterly transported to be sucking her Dom off. Their bond was intense. His pleasure was her pleasure. John almost came right then with that thought.
"Do you want me to come for you, Kelly?" he asked in a low lust-filled voice.
Kelly moaned, her desire making an inarticulate 'uh uh' sound around the thick cock that filled her mouth. Kelly's lips were wet and swollen.
"I'm going to shoot right down your throat. I love you taking my cum, Kelly. I want you to swallow every drop."
Kelly moaned even louder.
John longed to give his sub exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed. Serving a Dom this way was a real pleasure for a sub, and making Kelly happy was one of the most important things in the world for John. The sensation of her wet lips tight upon his shaft, her tongue flicking, and her mouth sucking him, and even her hand upon him all contributed to John's sensual joy.
"Yes, Kelly," he said, his fist tightening in her hair as he felt that rigid, pre-ejaculation tightening of his body. "Take it my beautiful girl. Take it all."
John's buttocks, hips and thighs flexed hard - while his testicles contracted. His pulsing shaft convulsed and swelled as blood and semen shot into it. And then he came shooting inside her again and again and again. John shut his eyes from the incredible pleasure of it.
When John opened his eyes, Kelly was watching him attentively, her face shining with a kind of euphoric rapture. John caressed her cheek.
"Thank you, Kelly," he said holding the nape of her neck in a casual yet proprietary grip. "That was amazing."
30. Letters
Kelly rested at John's feet between his legs, while he stroked her hair. There was something compelling about having Kelly sit at his feet, captured between his legs, where he could pet her and touch her as he liked. Kelly sat peacefully, her face an expression of peaceful bliss.
He kissed the crown of her head. "What? Nothing to say now?" John asked quietly.
Kelly giggled. "I am just sitting here, zoning in my own little happy place, John. That was fantastic. I am so glad I got to touch you, and it didn’t bother you did it?"
John put a finger over her mouth. "No, I told you it was amazing. Do you want to come?"
Kelly laughed. "I always want to come, but I can wait. Making you climax, seeing your beautiful cock, being able to use my hand, and drinking you down was really fulfilling, John. I just want to sit here and enjoy the buzz."
The doorbell rang, and both John and Kelly looked out the window. Neither of them had noticed a car drive in, but they might not have noticed an earthquake either.
"It may be my safe," John said. He helped Kelly to her feet and then pulled up his jeans, tucking himself in. They both couldn't stop smiling at each other.
As it happened it was his safe. John had the men place it in the garage, signed the receipt and the contractors and their large truck left. Kelly giggled. "I would have thought that one of us would have noticed them coming down the driveway. Do you think they saw anything?"
"Yes," John said, with his arm around Kelly. "I can't imagine that they could have missed it. I'm sure it made their day."
John crouched down on to his heels and opened the safe. There were various papers, a few piles of cash, and memory sticks. One of those had his University assignment on it, but he was definitely going to need an extension. It was already overdue.
John took out two pieces of paper and locked the safe back up. "Let's go inside."
They both sat companionably together on the couch. "Here is the letter you wrote me, Kelly," John said, "and I am going to frame it," he squeezed her hand. "I'll read this out loud for both of us to enjoy."
Dear John,
I wanted to write and thank you for your help on Saturday night. I honestly think I might have died, or gone insane if you haven't been there to help me when I was trapped in that elevator. I owe you. A lot.
John, I had the BEST time Saturday night. I have never felt such a wonderful connection with anyone. I am so sorry I spoiled it all Sunday morning. Will you please forgive me? Can we start again?
I was really freaked out by finding that file on me on your desk when I left the bathroom. I wasn't snooping I swear – my name just jumped out at me. Colin explained why it was there, but quite honestly I simply panicked.
So I think I have learned my lesson. I will not jump to conclusions, particularly about you. I will not use my safe word when I don't need to. I know you would have simply t
alked to me about it. At least what I know of you makes me think that.
John I miss you and I'm thinking about you all the time. Will you please call me? Can we meet? I spoke to my brother Richard about you. He remembers you from grade school, and when we started talking I remembered, too.
John, I remember now. We were friends when we were children. I'd like to talk about that sometime. I miss you John. Will you call me please?
I think I'm in love with you,
Kelly
"I was completely gone on you right from the start," John said.
"You could have told me."
"No, I couldn’t have. That was the problem." John smiled at her. "You have no idea what that letter did to me, Kelly," John said, hugging her to him. She cuddled into his chest with a happy sigh.
Kelly asked, "So, do I finally get to read mine?"
"Of course," John said. "Here is my letter back to you. I wrote it immediately after I received your letter. I had to get my thoughts down."
"Okay," Kelly said taking the letter in her hand. "I'll read yours out loud, too."
Kelly,
To me, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.
I have always loved you. Even as a child I loved you. You were my first real friend. I still don’t know how you got through to me back then, I was in such darkness. When you selflessly stood up for me against those bullies, it was as if I became aware of light and goodness and hope. For the first time there seemed to be a reason to feel something other than anger and hate.
"Oh, John," Kelly said in a broken voice. She sniffed. "I am so glad I'm good for you. That is so sweet."
When I first saw you at the Basement I thought you were a hallucination, Kelly. I had imagined you so many times. But I never tried to look you up or find you. I never anticipated that you might want me, too.
"Awww," Kelly said.
John could see tears forming in her eyes, and his chest tightened just to be able to witness her emotions. She was so pure, so kind, and giving and good. Kelly was the most wholesome thing in his world.
