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  "Oh my God," Kelly whimpered.

  "You look amazing," he said. "Such delightful, delicious feminine holes. I'm going to fill them with my cock. I want to fuck you, Kelly. There's simply no other word for it. I am going to fuck you all night long. That's why I'm trying to start slow. I'm sorry, Kelly, but I am going to pound into you so many times, and so hard you're going to have trouble walking in the morning."

  "Yes, oh yes, John," she almost sobbed.

  "Up on the bed now, Kelly. Lay down and masturbate while I undress. I want to watch you play with yourself, but you aren’t allowed to come. The next time you climax will be when I have my cock deep inside your needy little cunt. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, John," she said, jumping up onto the middle of the bed. The soft white cotton sheets smelled like him, adding to her pleasure. John slept here every night, and Kelly wanted to roll around in those sheets like a dog, soaking up every bit of his scent.

  Kelly thought it would be embarrassing, touching herself in front of another, but it wasn't. John was watching, and she was doing this for him after all. She shut her eyes to concentrate, and began to masturbate, the way she always did. After very little time she felt the slow, heavy pressure of an orgasm beginning to build. The bed depressed and she opened her eyes and looked over to see John on his knees beside her, his cock near her face.

  "Thank you, Kelly. It's beautiful watching you play with yourself, and extremely hot. What were you thinking about?"

  "You, John, I was remembering the first time I sucked you off." He smiled down at her, making her chest hurt. John had the most angelic expression sometimes. Kelly had met lots of good looking guys - she had gone out with some, too. The man was hot, but it wasn't just his appearance. What was it about John that sent her so crazy with sexual hunger?

  "I remember that, too." John put a hand on her breast, casually flicking and tugging a nipple. It was a natural, possessive action and her whole body quivered. John acted just like he owned her, and this gave Kelly a huge sense of fulfillment and joy. It just felt so right.

  Yes, she thought. I belong to him.

  7. Connection

  "Arms over your head now, Kelly. Leave them there. Now spread your legs as far as you can, then pull up your knees. I want you fully exposed."

  Oh God, she thought, her whole body thrumming with frisson of arousal as she obeyed his authoritative demands. Finally he's going to fuck me.

  "That's right, good girl. Take a moment now. I want to feel that mouth and tongue of yours on my cock again. Just to soothe the ache, before I push myself inside your wet, wanton, little cunt."

  Kelly drew in a deep breath as her body reeled with explosive tension. Nerves quivered under her skin with John's erotic language. John's erection was large and well formed, with numerous thick veins. Kelly felt transported, just to see the most male part of him bob eagerly toward her lips, pulsing and red with his desire.

  With his cock in his fist, John guided it to her mouth. "Lick it, Kelly," he ordered in a low voice.

  Kelly both saw and smelled the shiny evidence of his lust. She nodded with an "um" of agreement, responding instantly to this imperative demand. John exhaled harshly as she dipped toward him and touched him with her tongue. Kelly found herself whimpering as she licked pre-cum off his rigid shaft, carefully cleaning every drop.

  "Christ, I love the feel of that sweet tongue of yours," John said. "That's good. Now suck it."

  "Ummm," she hummed and nodded. Kelly sucked greedily on the silken rounded head. More blood shot into his cock in response and he swelled thick and long. John smelled and tasted so male, and his hardness radiated heat and musk. It was divine.

  "Thank you," John said in a husky voice, making Kelly want to purr with pleasure. John couldn't hide how much she affected him - he craved her as much as she craved him. He put a condom on and moved to place his body between her legs. "I have never wanted to fuck anyone the way I want to fuck you right now, Kelly."

  She moaned. "Yes, yes, John, please," she heard herself say. Her entire body ached and felt feverish, as if she was ill and John's strong male flesh was the only possible cure.

  John mounted, stretching himself on top of her, his hard cock like a steel bar at the juncture of Kelly's legs. The weight of his body immobilized her against the bed, flattening her breasts with his solid chest. Then he began kissing her with deep, intoxicating kisses penetrating her mouth just like he intended to penetrate her dripping sex.

  Kelly felt she could drown in John's kisses, or perhaps get drunk from them. Their tongues battled together, until she caught and sucked on his, and then it was his turn to moan. John's hands feverishly touched her body, running up and down her torso, squeezing and fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples.

  Ah, ah, ah, ah," she began a mindless litany, writhing with desire. Her hands above her head fisted and tore at the sheets. Kelly couldn’t help her responses, and she hadn't been ordered to be still or quiet. Somehow being able to move and make noise felt all the better for having discovered what it was like to manage without sound and movement.

  Kelly's mind and body whirled with pleasure. John's bedroom smelled of sex, a heady, musky scent. The sound of ragged breathing, pounding heartbeats, moans, whispers and whimpers echoed in the confined space. Two people thrashing, joined together in the most ancient dance of all. Kelly thought that the urgency of their coupling may have seemed violent to an onlooker, more like vicious combat rather than an act of passion and love.

  "Look at me Kelly," John said, with his large body pinning her to the bed.

  Her eyes flew to his face, and when they met his, everything stopped for an instant as they stared at each other. Their connection was beyond anything, shocking. Intense. Their bodies remained locked together, hearts pounding, skin to skin, breathing each other's breath. Lungs rose and fell simultaneously as if they were one person.

  My God I need him, Kelly thought with raw desire. Right now John Taylor owns me, body and soul. But does it work both ways? Because I feel like he's mine. He belongs to me, too.

  Kelly stared at him, and her core turned molten. John's striking features were harsh with lust, his eyes dilated and heavy lidded, his body taut. This beautiful man's need seemed so strong that even his formidable control seemed frayed. They both were sweating and panting.

  He pulled away for a moment, reaching across the bed, and bringing two pillows over. "Lift up," he said.

  Kelly did, and John slipped the pillows under her backside, raising her hips and pelvic area higher, and putting her lower back into a deliciously sexual tilt. She had thought she was exposed before, but now she was really open to him.

  John's eyes glittered and his lips curved slightly in a stern smile. "That's better. You look amazing." The tight smile left him, and his features grew implacable and firm. "I can't be gentle, Kelly," he growled in warning.

  "I don’t care, John," she said, and she meant it.

  With his hands holding her inner thighs, Kelly felt the firm heated head of his cock at her entrance. John's coarse pubic hair rubbed roughly against her sensitive, distended clit. John entered with one strong thrust, invading her, making nothing of the slight resistance of her swollen flesh. He rammed into her, right to the hilt, slamming Kelly down against the mattress hard. Air was pushed from his lungs with the force of his thrust and he grunted. The feel and sound of his heavy testicles slapping her buttocks added to her shock.

  A harsh broken cry tore from Kelly's throat, and the strength of John's desire simply took her breath away.

  John's hips pressed against hers, abrasively chafing, grinding and crushing into her, possessing her body completely, taking everything he wanted to take. Kelly's legs wrapped around him instinctively, and he made an animal sound of approval.

  Kelly felt John's cock throb and twitch against her internal walls. He was so big, rigid and thick inside her, giving her a stretched - too full sensation. It felt amazing. John pulled back and drove in again, thrusting
right to the end of her, slamming into her cervix. It created the most exquisite pain and blissful pleasure she had ever imagined.

  Tears coursed in a hot stream down her temples. It all added to the influx of astonishing, overpowering sensations. "Um, ah, ah, ah, oh! John! John! Johnnnn!" Kelly cried out, sobbing his name.

  Every single muscle from Kelly's stomach and buttocks to her entire pelvic region seemed to contract at once. Unexpectedly she climaxed, her throbbing channel clenching in pulse pounding waves, her body tightening and convulsing as if connected to an electric current. John continued riding her hard and fast, grunting with each merciless thrust.

  "Good, yes, come," he gasped. "That's right, Kelly. Squeeze my cock – God!" John grabbed her ass and his fingers bit into her as he lifted her up further to meet his thrusts, pounding inside her again and again with bruising force, his chest heaving. And then he came, too – his entire body corded with strain and hardening into an inflexible male, muscular wall against her. John shuddered as he ejaculated, straining and reaching, pushing himself deeper with each wave of pleasure.

  John collapsed upon her, arms around her, gripping her torso tightly, and Kelly buried her face into his neck. She heard the pounding of his heart, and both of their ragged breathing – keeping tempo with the sound of spring rain falling on the house.

  Daringly, Kelly violated John's order to leave her arms over his head. With only love in her heart, she curled her arms around the man she ached for, nuzzled into him and zoned out.

  8. Free

  Everything has changed, yet nothing is different, John thought. It was all here in front of me all along, I just couldn’t see it. He allowed himself an internal snort. More like I couldn’t feel it.

  The evening and early hours of the morning were an eye-opening shock.

  At twenty-six years old John was only just beginning to understand the pleasure and essential intimacy of the sexual act. For years he had observed people engaged in every possible form of sex. Logically he was aware of their primal driving need for intercourse. He had caused others, both male and female, sexual pleasure and orgasm, and had seen that the act itself caused intense gratification. But never once had he experienced it himself. It was a revelation.

  I'm like an adolescent having sex for the first time, he thought with a wry smile. And I feel like one, too. I don't think I'll ever get enough.

  For years he had pleased others through sex and pain, forging a connection – the only kind of bond he had been capable of. But now, with Kelly he understood and had discovered so much more.

  Throughout the night, each time he recovered, they had sex again, and again and again. John took her from behind, bending her over the bed. And he took her when she lay flat, also from behind, immobilizing her with his body, nuzzling her neck and back, whispering erotic suggestions in her ear. He had her face to face with her legs up over his shoulders, and again face to face against a wall, with her legs wrapped tightly around him, while trapping her arms above her.

  At times John still had a queasy aversion to having her hands on him, but this trigger was already less powerful than it had been.

  John had been rough and edgy from this greedy newly discovered sexual need. He had taken her like an animal, insatiable, and savage. André his mentor would have been shocked by his complete lack of control and finesse, yet he knew André would be happy for him, too.

  John loved everything about Kelly's body, especially her responses to him. He remembered the feel of her swollen, needy clitoris as it pulsed against his questing fingertips. It had been beating as hard and strong as the carotid artery of a neck. Her little whimpers, cries and moans that sent him mad. The smell and taste and feel of every part of her.

  Sex with Kelly was wondrous. John had even allowed Kelly to be on top, telling her to use his body as she wished. That was another real first. It was so strange, to obtain pleasure from letting Kelly be in control of an intimate scene. When under tutelage with André, John had hated subbing. He despised loss of control and found it difficult to trust. Trusting Kelly came naturally to him. With him deep inside of her, and Kelly's hips undulating above him, John actually enjoyed her playing Top. Especially as he could so clearly see how much it amused and pleased her, not to mention watching her sweet breasts bounce and swing.

  Anything that pleased him pleased her and vice versa. At one point John had gone to the kitchen and brought chocolate and Diet Coke, building up their strength, eating and sitting companionably with each other. Kelly chatted then, enthusiastically talking about nothing in particular.

  John loved that about her, her ability to talk. It wasn't that John preferred silence. It was more that unless he was dominating a scene, he simply couldn’t think of what to say. Kelly was like a trusted friend, playmate and lover all rolled into one vital person and John didn’t want the night to end.

  "…and that is why my mother sometimes drives me nuts," Kelly said, her pale blue eyes flashing.

  John saw Kelly's cute little nose crinkle up in distaste. Her orange hair was tousled, and the black make-up around her eyes had run from all her tears, so she looked a bit like a raccoon. She was sitting naked and cross-legged on his bed, unconscious of her nudity, chattering away, and John thought she was the most beautiful woman, and most important person to him in the entire world.

  John was sitting with his back against the bed head, his legs stretched out in front of him, drinking the last of his coffee. Kelly had finished hers, as well as peanut butter and banana on toast. He put the cup on the bedside table. My God, it was five in the morning and he had never felt so invigorated. After being up all night, John didn’t feel like he was even beginning to flag. Sex felt so incredible, and it made him mellow and glad inside. Or was it love, this overwhelming euphoric feeling of belonging?

  John had been taking a distance education course called, "The Philosophy of Religion and Ethics." It was something to do, to fill a gap. André had encouraged him to continue learning. John's lips curved as he thought of the Bible verse he had discovered, I once was lost, but now I'm found. It clearly applied to him. He must have had an odd expression on his face because Kelly looked at him then.

  "What?" she asked. "What did I say?"

  He laughed and the sound was so foreign to his ears, this extraordinary happiness. John decided that he had laughed more in this one night with Kelly than he had in his entire lifetime. Kelly was so essential to him, alive and passionate. An unexpected urge to touch her kindled every nerve in his body. Instead of subduing all natural impulses as he habitually would, he succumbed to it.

  "Come sit on my lap," he said and she scooted over and crawled up on him. John curled his arms around her, pressing her head against his neck, adoring the satiny feel of her soft feminine skin. "I love listening to you talk, Kelly."

  "Really?" she said in an astonished voice. "Do you mean it?"

  "Yes."

  "I was trying not to talk too much, because I didn’t want to be annoying," Kelly said a little breathlessly. John hid his desire to smile, because it was obvious that Kelly's tongue was still on overdrive. "I never would have thought it, John, but I kind of let my guard completely down with you. I am so comfortable being here with you, and you are Father John, the guy with the bullwhip. Jesus you scare the crap out of me, but you're not just that guy are you? You're this guy too, the man who has created this warm, welcoming room, who is polite and kind, and understanding." She looked shyly up at him from under her eyelashes then, and added, "And you're the best lover on planet Earth."

  Without conscious thought, John grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, holding her wrists there with one hand and staring into her hungry eyes – eyes that reflected his own need. His free hand went to a breast, and Kelly gasped and responsively arched toward him when he pinched her nipple. John nuzzled into her then, biting her between her shoulder and her neck, sucking and stroking her with his tongue, crushing her body against his.

  Kelly moaned.

>   "I'm sorry," John said, pulling back from her. "I'm not looking after you very well, Kelly. You must be so sore. I wouldn't be surprised to find your poor overworked cunt was bleeding by now. It's a kind of madness, my need is so great. I simply have to have you again."

  "Jesus John, are you kidding? This is the best sex I've had in my whole life. You so totally rock. I love it." Kelly laughed and the sound of it was light and musical. Carefree. Then her eyes met his. That connection was there again, and John felt his heart skip a beat. "I love everything about you John Taylor," she said.

  John's laugh was joyous, but it turned into a growl as he fell on her like an animal once more.

  9. Kelly

  Kelly woke and stretched like a cat. I'm in John's Taylor's bed, she thought happily. But I sure didn’t get much sleep last night. Every single muscle she had hurt, and she was sore in places she had never been sore in before. Even her scalp was tender from him fisting her hair when he plied her to his will. John's tireless sexual energy had been awe-inspiring and untamed, but yum it had all been worth it.

  Kelly looked down between her legs, seeing where John's unshaven stubble had chaffed her white thighs and shaved pussy into pale pink, not to mention her burning, sensitive breasts and nipples. She put a hand to her cheek, skimming down her neck and throat. It was probably red there, too. Her jaw was aching from going down on him – but oh my God, she had never experienced anything like that before. She sighed. John had LOVED it and so did she.

  Kelly stood up on shaky legs, and she knew that only an axe could kill the grin she was wearing. She was pretty sure she had one or more hickies somewhere between her neck and shoulder. Putting her hand to her lips she traced her jack-o-lantern grin and didn't care that she had a big manly jaw and orange hair. John thought she was beautiful. Kelly giggled. Even her mouth and lips felt bruised, and her insides certainly had been battered. Kelly felt well used, replete and never more satisfied in her life.