Bound and Freed Boxed Set

by Nikki Sex

  "No, John," she panted.

  "You have fantastic control, Kelly. You're the perfect submissive. I love watching when you come for me." The man began pumping again, but his thrusts were more directed, circling and twisting into different parts of his sub's cunt. "I love the way you come," he said. "The sounds you make, and the way your body explodes."

  Kelly could only moan in response.

  Colin noticed that no matter how close she came to climax, she kept her eyes open, staring at John. Her Dom had no doubt ordered that. The poor frantic woman was constantly keening now, in soft feminine sounds of exquisite pleasure. Kelly's cuffed hands were gripped into little taut fists, and her toes were tightly curled.

  Whew! That woman is right at the end of her tether.

  It was a simple basic scene, but Colin was blown away by the sexual heat of it, and unable to take his gaze off either of them. John was pounding fast again.

  Smooth skin, young and firm, shining with sweat pushing against each other with a fierce almost combative need. Colin couldn't see John's eyes, but Kelly's were large, dilated and looking right into his with an amazing sense of connection. Open-mouthed with ragged gusting breaths, from time to time their swollen lips came together as John gave Kelly a devouring, soul-wrenching kiss, a kiss of ownership, desire, compelling, powerful need, and love.

  There was no doubt about it – even only able to observe him from behind – that boy was in love. And so was she.

  "Do you want me to come inside you, Kelly? Do you want me to fill you with my cum?"

  "Yes, please, yes, yes!" she wailed the pitch of her voice high in her frantic urgency.

  After a particularly brutal thrust Kelly squealed, whether from pain or pleasure, Colin wasn't sure. Holy shit, the man was a God damned fucking machine.

  "I'm so deep," John panted. "And your sweet cunt is going to get every drop."

  "OhGodohGodohGod!"

  "I'm going to come, Kelly," John said in a low, lust-filled growl. "And you're going to fly with me." One of his hands reached down between her legs and flicked her clitoris. "Now, Kelly, now. Come for me!"

  Clearly on a hair trigger, Kelly exploded instantly. Head thrashing back and forth, her narrow little hips were furiously bucking and thrusting as she cried out, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes, oh yes, Johnnnn!"

  "Take it," he grunted, "take it all." John's strong slim buttocks and thighs clenched and unclenched through his first and second thrusts of ejaculation, his loins convulsing no doubt with intense pleasure as he pounded himself into his sub.

  Their two bodies remained locked together savagely pushing and pulling themselves into each other. For long moments they teetered, enjoying a peak of powerful and concentrated pleasure. Then their simultaneous orgasm lessened and they slowly came down from their sexual crest together. John's subsequent thrusts diminished, as his violent climax eased.

  Fucking wow, Colin thought. That was some seriously hot sex right there.

  John released Kelly's legs, and she uncurled and lay flat. Both lovers entwined, pressing themselves close, with him covering every inch of her smaller body. John's larger hands reached up to lace into hers that were bound to the bed board, and his head nuzzled affectionately into her neck. The man's cock was still inside her. Even post orgasm they both wanted to remain as physically close as humanly possible.

  Colin's eyes narrowed and he stood up, looking closely at the screen. WTF?

  He hadn’t really looked before because the scene had so absorbed his attention, but John Taylors back, buttocks and legs were covered in fine white scars. Jesus. The man looked like a soldier just back from a Vietnam POW camp. How the hell had he gotten scars like that? John was no masochist, and he didn’t believe in marking his subs. Surely the man wouldn’t have willingly accepted such pain?

  In a sort of mental re-wind, Colin recalled what his boss had said to him about a week ago, when he had been target practicing with his whip. "Trust me," John had said, holding up his bullwhip. "A cane hurts way more than this does." Colin had replied with, "You sound like you know from personal experience." His boss had lifted one shoulder in an ambiguous shrug, giving nothing away.

  John Taylor made sure that he was as separate from the BDSM Club as humanly possible. No one knew he owned it, and there were no paper trails. Colin had always thought that was because his boss wanted to protect himself. But maybe it was the other way around. Maybe John had actually been protecting the club from something in his own past?

  Well fuck me silly, Colin thought.

  All this time and Colin hadn't any idea. John was a private person, and now that he recalled, in the four years that he had known him never seen him without a shirt or vest. What was the secret of those scars? Did anyone know? And would he tell Kelly?

  Colin, a practical, sensible man wasn't given to strong emotion, but God damn it! He felt a wash of conflicting feelings just now. John Taylor, self-contained as he was, really needed love, security and trust from the right girl. Colin sure hoped Kelly was the one for him.

  Colin took one last look at the two lovers. Their chests were rising and falling in the aftermath of such an expenditure of energy. Their breaths would be mingled, a soft sound in each other's ears. Kelly was still jerking and trembling with aftershocks and John was soothing her. Their strong young bodies were nuzzled close, with him stroking her and murmuring soft, incomprehensible words. Colin did hear him say one thing however. It was a grateful, and earnest, "Thank you, Kelly."

  Wow. Colin thought. I'm sure glad I didn’t miss this.

  Colin decided that after he told Donna every single detail of these lovers' passionate joining, they were going to have some serious sex themselves. Weird as Colin's boss had been when he had come to dinner at their house, Donna had liked John Taylor. Donna would be overjoyed, and she would no doubt agree that Kelly, a cheerful girl, was exactly the right person for the somber young man. Yet how was John going to manage the sadistic side of his personality? Had fucking his new sub taken John's craving to cause pain away somehow?

  Colin left the Basement in a pensive mood, certain of two things. One: John Taylor had personal experience of being caned, probably over an extended period of time as a child. Whoever raised him and gave him those scars was a lousy evil bastard who deserved a slow, painful death.

  That thought made him frown.

  And, two: John Taylor, Colin's boss - the lonely young man that Colin had such a high opinion of - was very much in love.

  And that thought made him smile.

  3. Early Sunday Morning

  They were still at the Basement.

  John sat in front of Kelly, just staring at her. She humbled him. How had he earned her submission? How had he gotten to this wonderful place?

  Kelly was the girl of his dreams.

  Blindfolded, Kelly was sitting naked in a chair, with her hands cuffed behind her back. Her ankles were hooked around the outer legs of the chair, leaving her pussy exposed to his view. John hadn't cuffed her ankles. He knew she would do exactly as she was told. Christ, she was a fantastic submissive. So willing and eager to please him in any way he wanted. Kelly would not deny him anything.

  John's cock twitched with lust at that thought.

  John had been fucking her anal passage with ever increasing sized crystal anal plugs all night, preparing her for his cock. For fun he had made her climax multiple times while pushing the plugs in and out of her. He had gotten her so hot that every plug slid into her rear entry with ease. Kelly was not a small girl, and he felt certain that she would have no trouble taking him already. John wanted to make sure she had positive experiences and associations concerning anal sex.

  Kelly had the most perfect ass that he had ever seen on any woman anywhere.

  John didn’t consider that he was particularly an ass man, but he may be. How would he know? He had only recently enjoyed his first real orgasm in Kelly's mouth, and he still hadn’t gotten over that. Kelly had a compelling mouth. Her cunt was also fantastic,
so probably her ass would be too. Everything about her stirred him with wonder and awe.

  John wanted Kelly to experience anal sex because he needed to take her in every possible way. This was an instinctive desire, like a physical marking or branding. It was such a weird caveman-like longing. He wanted to plant his seed in every feminine hole.

  "Tell me how you feel, Kelly," he said.

  "Happy," she responded instantly, not holding anything back. "Cherished. Cared for. Loved."

  "Put your legs together, Kelly," he said. When she instantly complied, John drew his own chair nearer. Wrapping his legs around either side of hers, he captured her hips with his hands and moved closer. The tip of her tongue moved out to moisten her lips, and her body flushed with red heat.

  He glanced lower and saw that she had already flooded the chair. God, she was always slick and ready for him.

  "Thank you, Kelly," he said in a quiet, seductive tone.

  Kelly rewarded him with a low moan, just as he was certain she would. Yes. Yes, he thought as a sense of powerful control flooded his body. John knew instinctively how to use his voice. For him, it was an integral part of being a Dom, to use soft whispers of seduction, or commanding authority in different volumes, pitch or tone.

  Being with Kelly was both soothing and exciting, almost like practicing with his bullwhip or meditating. She centered him into a peaceful Dom space where they were joined, as Dom and sub, sharing a world alone together.

  At times John felt as if Kelly was an extension of himself and in those moments he understood her emotions and her tears as if they were his own. An intense sensation of power and pleasure flowed through him, because he knew her so intimately. So completely.

  He felt connected.

  Kelly was his, everything she was, her breathing, her heartbeat, her body, thoughts, feelings, sensations and pain - it all belonged to him.

  Running his hands up her flanks, John could tell that the blush that covered her skin was from sexual arousal. He was making a point of knowing Kelly's body. In time he intended to know it as intimately as he knew his own. How did that beautiful pink tinge arrive on her skin from out of nowhere? It was so fascinating. It usually started in her face, and then traveled down her neck, to her breasts and then even lower.

  "What are you feeling and thinking now, Kelly?" John said in a soft growl.

  "Jeez, John," she gasped and her gasp turned into a giggle. "I'm feeling anxious and horny, and I'm wondering what your plans are. And you already know what I'm thinking, mind reader! I felt your legs against mine, and your hands on me, and I immediately thought of sex."

  "Is that all?"

  Kelly tilted her head and her lips pressed together. "No. I actually had quite a few thoughts," she said musingly. "I used to imagine that what I needed was BDSM. Being dominated, having a Dom in charge of me during sex, and I guess that's still true. But it is different now with you, John. I don’t need anything – just you."

  Kelly's words slid over John, filling him with pleasure.

  She paused for a moment and he didn’t speak, instinctively remaining silent. John knew that she had more to say. Why did he know her so well?

  Probably because Kelly had been in his thoughts forever.

  "You know what?" Kelly said. "Plain old vanilla sex is more than enough with you. Don’t get me wrong, I'm enjoying being vulnerable, blindfolded and tied up right now. Bending to your will makes me feel like I am pleasing you. I belong to you. I'm your submissive and that is important. It's also seriously sexy when you control me, and take me, exactly as you want." She licked her lips. "Yum. But I have come to realize that I don’t need the trappings. Just you, and in any way you'll have me, is perfect. You make me really, really happy, John."

  "I'm very glad to hear that, Kelly."

  He moved closer still, cupping her face and brushing her lips with his own.

  John loved Kelly so much that it actually hurt – but this pain was exquisite. There wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't do for her. He had often heard the expression, 'I'd kill for…' a burger, or whatever - just fill in the blanks. John knew without any doubt whatsoever, that if something threatened Kelly he was completely capable of tearing whoever, or whatever it was apart.

  With his bare hands if necessary.

  "I'm glad that I make you happy," he said. "I belong to you, too, Kelly. You make me happy, too, but more importantly, you make me feel human."

  "You are human, John," she snorted. "You're the kindest, most wonderful human in the entire world."

  John had to laugh. "Wow. I guess love really is blind."

  4. What John Needs

  John reached over and broke off a piece of food from the plate he had brought in. Leaning in to her, he said. "Open your mouth, Kelly."

  She obediently complied, and John put a little morsel of food inside, on her tongue, brushing his fingers against her lips as he did. A thrill of desire went through him. What was it about Kelly's mouth? Was it simply that the first orgasm he had ever actually enjoyed and fully experienced came from those lips and that tongue? One look at her mouth was more than enough to make him hard.

  Kelly began to chew and then her lips curved up into a smile, her cute little nose wrinkled and she laughed. God she was just so adorable.

  "Meatloaf? Really, John?" she said. "Here I was expecting something seductive, like pancakes and whip cream, or chocolate. You are such a practical man. Where did you come up with meatloaf of all things? And how did you get meatloaf to be so damn sexy? Yowza. Pretty tantalizing, you, feeding me by hand with your own fingers."

  "Yes," he said in a low voice, "it is. And protein is sexy, Kelly. You need your nourishment, because I'm going to use your body for my pleasure for many more hours yet."

  With food in her mouth, she gave a soft, muffled moan and John said nothing, because he felt like moaning, too. God he needed to fuck her again. He had lost count of how many times he had fucked her already tonight.

  I will never get enough of Kelly Flynn, he thought. And then an intriguing idea came to him. Maybe he would change his last name when they married, if Kelly did decide to have him. John had no loyalty to his own surname. Perhaps he should be John Flynn.

  John broke off another bite and placed it between her lips, this time running his fingers along her mouth in a way that made his balls tighten. She chewed once more and he watched, fascinated.

  "My neighbor, Mable," he said, "makes me lunch five days a week. I go over to her house and pick it up, and I pay her really well. She was Aunt Brenda's friend, and she had been having some financial difficulties. I doubt if Mable would take charity, and I do like her cooking. It reminds me of my aunt. Thus, meatloaf."

  Kelly smiled. "You are a good person, John. I'm so totally gone on you."

  John didn’t reply, but he brushed her face and hair in acknowledgment. He could feel his throat swelling, just like his heart and his chest had. He was utterly gone on her, too. It was so obvious and simple that it felt complicated. Man. No wonder people went crazy when they fell in love.

  For some time he fed his sub by hand. Like a spoiled, treasured pet, Kelly enjoyed her early morning meal. It was a sensual, erotic experience that kept them both ultra horny and on the edge.

  John cleared his throat. "My best friend and mentor is a man named André Chevalier. You'll meet him sometime, he lives in Las Vegas. Anyway, André told me that I would enjoy feeding my sub, and he was right. He said it was a pleasure that only a Dom could fully understand or appreciate. Do you want to know what I'm feeling, here now with you, Kelly?"

  "Yes, John," she said.

  "I feel that you are mine and that I am taking care of you," he said. "As if I'm totally responsible for you and I'm protecting you and helping you to live. Like a pet - a kitten or a puppy – but more than that." He blew out a gust of air. "I don't know if I can explain it. I'm not sure I understand it myself. I want to be the one to give you everything you require. It's like you're vulnerable and helpless and
you need me to survive. Crazy, right?"

  "No, John," she said in a soft voice, and he could see that his words had moved her. "Tell me more," she said.

  John stroked her face with his knuckles. Then, because he couldn’t resist her, he leaned in and gave Kelly another kiss. He pressed in close, took her mouth as his own while casually caressing her breasts, rolling, squeezing and tugging on both nipples. When he pulled back he noticed that her pulse had quickened, but so had his.

  Where was his vaunted self-control? Kelly made it disappear every single time, like a piece of straw sucked away in a hurricane.

  "You are a strong, capable woman, Kelly," John said. "And you can manage perfectly well on your own. Logically I know this. These are all my imagined realities, but right here and now, they feel so real. It's like some sort of overpowering male instinct. I want to make your life perfect. I want to pound all your enemies to the ground. I want to be the one you depend on, the person you trust and the only one you need. I want to dominate you, and protect you, and feed you, and keep you, and discipline you. I want to worship your body, and be the first in your heart. I want to own you, body and soul. I need to be everything to you, Kelly."

  John pressed in close against her while she sat in the chair, arms cuffed behind her. It wasn't close enough. Lurching forward, Kelly was in his arms once more, the long length of her young naked body up tight against his.

  "You are everything to me, John," she whispered with a deep sigh of pleasure.

  Her breath gusted over his ear as he reveled in the smooth tactile happiness he experienced from being skin to skin, and touching her. Kelly kissed his neck, making small sounds of longing, licking and biting any part of him within reach of her mouth. John chuckled at her actions, knowing she was ultra horny and desperate, too. Every lick and bite sent a shiver of arousal down his spine.

  "Whew," she said when he pulled back, and her whole body quivered. "What you just said. That's pretty comprehensive, John. Jeez Louise."