by Nikki Sex
John's semen flooded her mouth, and she gasped and gulped as she swallowed him down. Kelly felt then that her entire reason for living was to please John, and to make him happy. It was crazy, but somehow as mad as it sounded – it felt right.
This was why she was here right now. For him.
12. Bullwhip
John reached around and took off the blindfold. Leaving her cuffs on, he detached them from each other, so her hands were free.
"Now," he said. "Up on the bed on all fours, ass in the air. Rest on your forearms." He followed her to the bed, checking her obedience. When she complied he said, "Arch your back so that ass is higher, that's right. And spread your legs more. Perfect. Stay there until I am ready for you."
The position wasn't difficult to maintain. John went to his desk, and started doing paperwork, Kelly could hear him sometimes turning pages, or typing on the laptop. Okay, he was going to make her wait. Well, if it was going to make him happy, she would wait for him as long as he liked.
A memory of the week before intruded. "I can't be gentle, Kelly," John had said with that raw animal urgency that had so astonished her. Kelly could almost feel the head of his cock at her entrance, and John's coarse pubic hair rubbing against her sensitive clit. The powerful thrust as he rammed into her swollen flesh. Kelly bit back a moan, and tried to remain still. Arousal trickled down her thighs and heavy sexual heat pooled in her lower belly.
Jesus, John, she thought. Waiting is so hard. Kelly was an action person, not a sit-and-do-nothing kind of girl. Anything would be better than waiting, particularly when swallowing John's cum had made her feel so aching and empty and horny. Fuck me, hurt me, do anything you want but please somehow at least do something, she thought desperately. When Kelly began to feel so frantic that she considered chewing the bed sheets, she heard John get up from his desk and approach her.
"What's your safe word, Kelly?" he asked mildly.
"It is still daisies, John."
Kelly had decided to change it initially, but as the week progressed, she realized that she didn't need to. Daisies were still her favorite flower and it wasn't their fault she had misused the word. Yes, she had called her safe word when she hadn't needed to. But she had gotten past that, and she had learned something important from the entire experience.
"Good," he said. He moved close to her head, looking at her turned face as it rested on the bed. "Kiss my bullwhip Kelly," he said, and raised the curled whip to her lips.
Shit! Yet her compliance was instinctive and she kissed his whip.
"That's right, Kelly. You need to kiss my whip, because it will be kissing you. My bullwhip will enjoy touching your soft, untested flesh. You've never been whipped before have you, Kelly?
"No, John." Kelly swallowed nervously, and her pussy pounded, along with the sound of her heartbeat in her ears. Even though she hated the idea of being whipped, John's dominance was sexually inflaming her, making her crave him. Kelly felt desperate for his cock. She wanted it inside her, anywhere he wanted to put it.
Everything about John made her think of sex. John's baritone voice by itself was an aphrodisiac; the sensual cadence, tone and quality. Simply the way he said her name sent her body into a thrum of arousal.
"You've never been punished except by hand? No riding crops? Nothing?"
"That's right, John."
"Good. I love breaking in a virgin," he said callously. "Now stay very still and don’t forget to use your safe word if you need to." John moved back some distance, and while Kelly couldn't exactly see him, she could hear him. He was swinging his whip.
"Crack!"
Fuck! It must have been a practice strike as the whip hadn't touched her. The sound itself was enough to scare her to death. Kelly trembled but she shut her eyes, gritted her teeth and didn't move. Kelly didn't want pain, she didn't. But if this was how John wanted to punish her then so be it. Whatever he wanted.
"Crack!" The sound came again.
"Are you going to use your safe word, Kelly?"
"No."
"Why not? I thought you were afraid of my bullwhip."
"I am, John, but I don't care anymore," she said in her frank, outspoken manner. "If you think I need to be whipped, then that is okay with me. I did wrong, and I'll accept any punishment you want. I need to make things right with you again, John. There's nothing I won't endure in order to do that."
There was a long pause while Kelly quivered, waiting for the first blow.
Unexpectedly Kelly felt John's warm fingers run along her back. The stroke of his hand was electric. It sent a current of joy running right through her, the instant she felt his warm male caress. Kelly's eyes stung with fresh tears and her lungs expanded on a deep audible breath that was virtually a sob of surprise. My God. Kelly didn’t think she could learn to live without John's perfect touch.
John hadn't physically contacted her even when putting on the club tie or when ejaculating in her mouth. It was a cruel punishment but he seemed to have relented. God, she was so thankful for this mercy, for this kindness.
Kelly recalled when she was trapped in the elevator with him, when he had said, "Do you feel my fingers?" while stroking down to her breasts. John had made her body burn with an unfamiliar and utterly shameless sexual need. And now he was touching her again.
But why? Why hadn't he whipped her? Kelly wanted John to punish her, because how else would she earn his forgiveness?
13. Spanking
"Come here, Kelly," he said quietly.
Kelly opened her eyes and turned toward him. John's beautiful face was still utterly impassive and contained, yet his eyes seemed soft and bright.
John outstretched his arms and Kelly jumped up and flew into them with a sob. Hard and muscular, John was like a big tree - there was no give in him. He easily took her weight as she wrapped her legs around him and clung on as if he were a life raft in a rough open sea. He stroked her and patted her and murmured soft sounds while she cried and cried, making his collar bone thoroughly wet.
"I'm sorry, John," she said with her breath hitching.
John walked over to a comfortable chair and sat down with her on top of him, curled into him. "Beautiful girl," John said softly, running his hand through her hair in an absorbing sensation of tactile delight. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it to her. Kelly gasped and gave a strangled giggle when she saw it, remembering how he had given her one in the elevator. Taking it gratefully, she used it to wipe her tears.
"I don’t want to whip you, Kelly. How can your Dom punish you when you have already so thoroughly punished yourself?" John asked her. Kelly's response was more tears, and to squeeze him even harder. John was patient, and he simply petted her and soothed her until she settled.
"Tell me what you did wrong, Kelly," he said.
"I should have trusted you," she burst out, happy to be able to get her transgression off her chest. "We had a connection. I know we did. I was stupid not to remember that. But I'm a naive person, John. I've been caught out so many times believing in people or things, just because I prefer everything to be happy. I can face a fight, and I can stick up for myself. It isn't that. It's just that I like happy endings, and soft furry animals, and I prefer to think of everyone in the world as kind and trustworthy. It's in my nature to be gullible, because I want to believe. I wanted romance, and love and I wanted you, John. I know I'm rambling and I'm sorry, John."
"Kelly, tell me what you did wrong. Exactly," he said, reminding her of his question.
"I used my safe word."
"No," John said. "You did the right thing by using your safe word. Always use it when you don't feel safe, Kelly. That's what it's there for." He stroked her cheek with a knuckle. "I'm glad you didn’t change that word, Kelly. Daisies suit you."
Kelly couldn’t help it, she had to laugh, and then she covered her mouth and continued to giggle. "Yes, daisies are soooo me."
"Answer my question now, Kelly," John said his voice firming.
"No. Your doubts were not wrong, Kelly," John said. "In fact your fearful reaction to seeing that I had a file on you was both intelligent and rational. Honestly? I admired your response. You were protecting yourself. I don't want you to blindly trust anyone, not even me. Why should you? I could have been a sociopath, how would you know? No, Kelly, doubting me was not what you did wrong."
"Oh," she sniffed. "Huh. Well, thank you. That actually that makes a lot of sense, John. I didn't think of that."
"Think now, Kelly," John said, and an odd little smile played about his mouth. He gave her hair a gentle pull of reprimand. "Use that brain of yours that I know you have and tell me what you did wrong."
"I should have talked to you," Kelly said. "Instead I just ran away."
"If you are afraid for your safety you should run, Kelly," John said. "It seems sensible. That file was a serious head trip. I had forgotten it was there. When I think about you finding it, and no doubt looking through it…" He shook his head. "Well, I'm surprised you didn't just jump out of the nearest window to escape."
Kelly giggled. "Really?" Man, John was making her feel so much better. She had been beating herself up all week, when her actions hadn't been irrational or even that bad. But, what was her mistake then? Why was he disciplining her?
"Yes, really. Now what did you do wrong, Kelly?" John said, continuing to repeat the initial question. He gave her an unexpected pinch on the bottom. "You don’t know, do you?"
Kelly just stared at him, perplexed and frowning.
With startling speed, John flipped her over on to her stomach and Kelly gave a little squeal of surprise. Lying across John's lap, Kelly curled her arms around his strong male legs, feeling the strength in his calf muscles and pressing her face up against his leather pants. John smelled divine, and the scent of him stirred the memories of all the carnal pleasures she experienced a week ago in his bed.
"I'm going to spank you until you figure it out," John's deep voice took on a dangerous purr.
Horny and already experiencing a building orgasm, Kelly began to throb and ache with the thought of a spanking. There was just something erotic about being spanked that made her body and her entire lower torso convulse with forbidden, wicked ecstasy. Unconsciously she moaned, but then John's hand came down on her naked bottom.
Crack!
Kelly almost bit her tongue off she was so staggered. No warm up, nothing to get her ready. Wow. John really planned to punish her. Holy Christ Almighty! Was the man's hand made of wood?
Crack!
Kelly ground her teeth together trying to prevent a scream, and then shut her eyes while attempting to absorb the pain. Kelly hadn't been counting, but it didn’t take many of those hard blows before she was sweating with her hands bunched in small tight fists.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
John wasn't giving her time to acclimatize, to focus and prepare for pain, and fucking hell, the man wasn't holding anything back! Kelly began to scream and cry, "Owww! Oww! Ah! Ah!" Jesus her ass felt like it was on fire.
"Kelly, tell me what you did wrong," John said, pausing for a moment and running his hand over her smarting backside. Strong male fingers moved in sensuous, slow circles on her throbbing, stinging buttocks.
Kelly was panting, and she saw the shine of sweat on her arms. Shit, that's right. She had forgotten that she was supposed to be working out what she did wrong. "Ah, John," she panted. "I'm sorry but, ah, I can't seem to think very well just at the moment."
"That's too bad," John said with a bark of laughter, "for you."
14. Thank You
Still laughing, John continued raining down his sharp, punishing blows. Mercilessly he spanked her, left cheek, right, alternating strikes without a break. Kelly's whole body was thrashing, John had to hold her down. She had no ability to control herself, and was breathless and screaming out the entire time. Fuck it hurt.
John stopped, and his hands fondled her buttocks once more. "Kelly, do you want me to help you to remain still?"
So polite, she thought. The considerate question was just John all over. Kelly let out a long choking breath, aware that her whole body was shaking and her face was covered in tears. No wonder John said 'don’t wear makeup.' It wouldn’t have stayed on. "Yes thank you, John," she said with a ragged sob.
"Hands behind your back," John said, and when she did as he asked he took her wrist cuffs and locked them together, holding them with one firm hand. "Thank you, Kelly," he said.
Kelly's breath hitched with that courtesy, the one she had become familiar with the week before. John had wonderful, nearly chivalrous manners. During the night they had spent together John had treated her with so much respect, and nearly reverence. As if her submission was the most valuable gift in the world, or as if she was. Something about that thought niggled at her.
John put his right thigh over her legs, holding them down firmly, his erection pressed against her hip. Trapping her between his hard male thighs confused Kelly's focus. She lost concentration and her trail of thought. Kelly was bent over with her ass even higher in the air, but now she was constrained.
"Would you like a hint, Kelly, before I continue? So that you can remember what you did that offended your Dom?" Despite the pain, Kelly closed her eyes from a wave of intense pleasure because John had said, 'your Dom.' Oh God, she really wanted him. She needed to be his. Did he want her too?
John gave her time to answer. He continued to caress her burning buttocks, occasionally dipping his fingers down to find the wash of moisture between her legs, evidence that despite the pain, she was still majorly turned on. Kelly could feel the hard heat of John's massive erection in this position, and foolishly, even with the fires of hell scorching her backside, she felt so happy it was beyond ridiculous.
John had said, 'your Dom.' Those words alone were more than enough to send her into an upward spiral of euphoric joy.
"Nope," Kelly replied cheerfully. "I'm not desperate yet, John. I'll figure it out." She giggled, deciding to show him that she could take whatever he could dish out – as long as he could. John's hand must be smarting. And that erection of his would want relief, too.
Crack!
Shit it hurt, but Kelly was okay with it. This was a punishment, and honestly it felt good to be spanked. It was cathartic. All would be as it was before; she just had to endure this. Kelly knew that once she got through the pain threshold it wouldn't hurt that much anyway.
Crack!
John began to strike her hard, harder, the flat of his hand hitting her rounded buttocks, making them flinch, wobble and shake. Kelly focused on not tightening up. Relaxing into the blows, trying to accept it because this discipline was from John, and she trusted him and she loved him. Without thinking she raised her bottom up, wanting more attention from his cruel spanking hand that slapped and heated her buttocks so tantalizingly.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
John was a gentleman, and that seemed a strange thought because of the way he was beating her ass with such savage vengeance. But he was. Always please and thank you. Never impolite or rude.
I belong to him, Kelly thought, and all her worries and pain simply went away. The ball of tension inside her eased and her clenched fists released as she accepted and even sought his punishment. Must be endorphins, she thought dreamily. A future spread before her then, one with John in it and then she felt a familiar lightheaded euphoria despite the ringing pain.
The answer came to her then. It was so obvious that she began to laugh. "I know what I did, John," she said.
All spanking ceased. John's left hand continued to grip her wrists in the cuffs behind her back, and his right leg pinned her, holding her safe on his lap. Safe. Kelly realized that she felt safe and cared for. Cherished. Right now she had nothing in the worl
d to worry about, because she belonged to John. John would take care of her. Crazy but true.
"Oh, God," Kelly said. "The way I spoke to you. I was so disrespectful. I'm sorry, John. I would never normally talk like that to anyone, much less you. You are really so very important to me."
"Thank you, Kelly," John said. "That is correct, clever girl." And from her upside-down view of him, Kelly's heart skipped a beat when she looked up and saw John's handsome well-loved face.
"I forgive you," he said, giving her that mind-blowing, mesmerizing smile of his.
15. Climax
Hard male fingers caressed and stroked her, soothing her abused flesh. "You told me once, Kelly," John said, "that you can sometimes climax with a spanking."
"Yes."
"I'd like to see that," John said, tracing her wet clit and slick folds, running his fingers just inside of her, and then cupping her pussy. "You feel so swollen, wet and ready for my cock, Kelly," he purred in that sexy deep voice of his. "Christ, I love your hot little cunt. I should just throw you down, and fuck you so hard that you'll never want me to stop."
Kelly wanted to giggle, but she simply couldn’t laugh after those fantastically seductive words, not to mention the images those words conjured up.
"I don't ever want you to stop already, John," Kelly said seriously. "Right now I'd like to spend at least a week in bed alone with you, ordering in room service, serving you as your sub, and making you as happy as humanly possible. I really want to make you happy, John. I love to see you smile."
John exhaled sharply, clearly affected by her words. Acute sexual tension buzzed in the air that surrounded them, almost palpably encompassing them both. The way John looked at her made Kelly's breath come short and fast and her pulse ratchet up another couple of notches.
"Yes," he said with deceptive calm. "I'll put that idea at the top of my list." John's thumb was on her clitoris, circling seductively, then pulling back the hood and teasing her. Kelly whimpered. "I'm a list person, Kelly. I have a list of goals, and I work toward them. I am not a man who ever gives up, once I put something on my list." John inserted two fingers deep within her aching channel and she moaned. An intense pulse of sensation rolled through her body.