Bound and Freed Boxed Set
Page 31
I've never had a girlfriend. Until you I never once enjoyed sex. I usually only want to hurt people, but I don’t want to hurt you, Kelly. I promise you that. If you have me as your Dom I swear I will never hurt you (unless you want me to, of course.)
Kelly giggled at this, and John smiled at her.
"Oh, baby," Kelly said. "You can do anything you want to me. I trust you and know you will only do things I need or want, too."
"Thank you, Kelly." John hugged her, still coming to terms with the baby endearment. He called her beautiful girl, and that made sense to him because Kelly was a beautiful girl. The same could not be said of her calling him baby. What did he have in common with a very young child?
She continued reading out loud.
I don’t need to give pain with you, Kelly. I don't even want to. Just being with you is all the connection I need.
I love you Kelly Flynn, now and forever.
I would marry you tomorrow, but you're too smart for that.
John
By the time Kelly had finished his letter she was bawling her eyes out. As soon as she settled, she looked up at him and said, "That was a beautiful letter, John."
He rubbed her shoulders. "I'm glad you liked it."
Kelly sat up, and checked her wrist watch. "Oh! Look at the time. You know what? I forgot something. I am going for a drive but I'll be right back. Will you be okay?"
"Of course."
31. Surprise
The weather was mild, the sun was out, and the rain had stopped, so John took a walk outside along the lake.
John thought about the last few months, and how so much had changed. All because Kelly Flynn had come to the Basement, and back into his life once more. John Taylor was a rich man. He had money, but he had that before. Now he had the kind of wealth that really made him happy, like the love of a wonderful woman.
John was also rich with friends; Colin and Donna Wilkins, André Chevalier, Richard Flynn, and Lorenzo Martin. And for the first time in his life John had a real family. Kelly's family was amazing. From time to time they fought and bickered as all people do. But they were also fun, and affectionate with each other. They had accepted him, and now they seemed to care for him, too.
There was no one on the lake, as it was the middle of a work day, and school wasn't out yet. The breeze off the water was chilly, so he went back inside for a thicker jacket.
John decided that he would continue to use his bullwhip. Practicing was soothing, and Kelly probably wouldn't mind him working a scene with other Dom's and their subs. He would still flog or spank Kelly, but only in order to give her amazing and powerful orgasms. Pain was really good for that. But the compulsion and need for John to cause pain was simply no longer there.
John had a connection now, one that never went away.
He thought about Lorenzo, happy that his new friend was discovering his natural desires. Maybe the detective would meet someone. Thinking of Lorenzo reminded him of Lucille Irwin, and how well that matter had turned out. The woman had been grateful for his intervention. It would have been easy for him to hate Lucille, but for many years now John had made supreme efforts to be done with hate.
It was Aristotle who said, 'In life, be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.' Lorenzo no doubt would tease him for quoting Aristotle, but Lorenzo would probably also shake his head and look at John in the calculating way that he often did. Lorenzo would then say, "Well, ain't that the truth?"
With a leather jacket thrown over him, John went back outside, but the sun had gone behind a cloud now and the breeze had picked up. It really was too cold. Well aware that his health was tenuous at the moment, John returned to the warmth of the huge mansion.
He wondered if Kelly would like to live here. Not in a massive mansion like this one, of course, but in a more simple home by this lake. It was pleasant to look at water, and watch people go by on their boats. It they lived here, maybe John would even get the chance to learn how to swim.
Kelly had been gone for about forty minutes, and John wondered where she went. She had that look in her eye, like she was planning to surprise him. His stomach curled with anticipation. What could that beautiful girl of his be up to?
John sat down on a soft leather couch in the den. With cream walls, decorated in light browns with high, cathedral ceilings, and arched windows overlooking the lake, it was the perfect place to sit.
Aunt Brenda would be so happy for him.
How had he come so far? He could never have done it without the support, care and affection of two wonderful women, his Aunt Brenda and the beautiful Kelly who both loved him and believed in him. And André Chevalier of course. André started him on the first few steps to finding himself, and to discovering happiness.
Integrity, John thought. I am not at war any more. I don’t hate myself, or despise who I am. Kelly thinks I'm wonderful, and I'm beginning to believe that maybe I'm not so bad after all.
John heard the door open, and he was surprised, because he hadn't heard a car, he had been so absorbed in his reflections.
Kelly walked into the room, still wearing her sling. She bent over, put something down on the floor, and then she looked up at him with her big, beautiful smile. "I got you a present, John, a little black Labrador. You can't go wrong with a Lab," Kelly said. "His name is Max and he's ten weeks old."
John stared in shock and surprise as a little black ball of fur jumped and leapt, barking in excitement. Kelly got me a puppy, John thought, and his brain simply froze. Oh!
John was experiencing such a mix of emotions that he couldn't even respond.
John had never owned an animal before, and particularly and especially not a dog. Dogs and puppies would always remind him of his shame and of a terrible place in his past. A horrible time during his childhood that had almost destroyed him. John didn't deserve the love of a dog after the evil he had done.
But the alert little puppy had spotted him now, and it was excited to see him, bouncing and barking with delight.
Full of life and energy, the happy little creature bounded across the floor and jumped up toward him, attempting to get on his lap. John was simply too stunned to even move. He was aware that he was feeling something, some powerful, inexplicable emotion, but what?
Kelly calmly walked over, reached down, picked Max up, and put him in John's lap. The little creature's response to John was to lick his face with furious enthusiasm. John automatically began to stroke the puppy's soft rolling fur and to hold it with his good arm.
With her head tilted, Kelly stood near him and John saw her look at him with a knowing little smile. Kelly knew him better than anyone in the whole world could ever know him. She of all people would understand all the impossible and overwhelming feelings that were roaring like a tidal wave though him - body and soul.
John Taylor was a man who was incapable of shedding tears.
Once, when he was eight years old, John had cried for so long and so hard that something inside him had broken. From that moment on John had disconnected from everything and everyone, and he had lost the ability to cry. Only on one occasion since then had he wept, and that was with André four year ago. But that was an exception, a perverse anomaly, and a dark time of grief that John could hardly recall.
Everything was black to him back then, after Brenda had died, when he had first met André. Like an evil dream that is barely a shadow of awareness in one's waking consciousness, John could hardly remember that time.
Yet because of Kelly, John had reconnected to his body, and to his heart, and soul.
John couldn’t take his eyes off the little puppy.
It was so healing to have this soft, trusting little creature, wriggling and alive, safe on his lap, and in his hands. It reminded him of another puppy he had known once before, many years ago. Pup had been a trusting, loving little creature that at the time had been his single light in a world full of darkness. And instead of pain, somehow Pup's memory now only brought him pleasure.
This squirming little ball of fur loves me already, John thought with awe.
The vast wash of feelings and emotions within him were far too powerful for any human being to contain, even for a once broken soul such as his. John's heart was so full he didn't think he could possibly hold in or express all the happiness he felt inside. And as it turned out, he couldn’t.
Right then and there, while being thoroughly licked by a Labrador puppy, John Taylor, the man who couldn't cry, began to weep with happy tears of joy.
The End
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