"I, uh, I was thinking of you John. I was fantasizing about you."
"Good," he said calmly without noticeable surprise in his composed voice. "What was I doing to you exactly? Tell me while I masturbate you now. If you are honest and give me exact details, I'll let you come." As he said this he encouraged her by putting one long finger inside her needy feminine sheath.
"Oh! God, yes. God that feels good. Um." Kelly swallowed and licked her lips, trying to recall. "Okay, I uh couldn’t go to the Basement last night, because I was doing this Speed Dating job. Ahhh!" She said, as he dexterously put two fingers inside her and began to swirl and scissor them. Kelly shut her eyes, totally blissed out with sensation at his touch.
John drew his fingers out again, coating her clit with her slick moisture. Then he began to masturbate her wet swollen clit with his thumb, pulling the velvet skin of the hood back to expose the nub, then bringing it up again, back and forth, back and forth in long firm strokes. Kelly had never experienced that before and moaned and whimpered. It was divine! A flood of arousal gushed from her core, and Kelly panted breathlessly.
John paused in his attentions and said, "Continue Kelly. Details, remember?"
Kelly cleared her throat. "Ah, I just used my fingers, I don’t have a vibrator, because I can climax pretty easy as it is. You um, wanted to use that damn bull whip on me, and I let you. I don’t know why – no wait, I do. The thing is I kind of have a crush on you, John. You're just so attractive to me. You're probably the only guy even close to my age at the Basement, too, but it isn't that. You're so scary though. So I've been avoiding you."
"Tell me the fantasy, Kelly," he said in a compelling smoky voice that was even more seductive in the darkness.
Kelly felt herself dripping on his fingers as he pushed them back inside her, drenching his hand. He was skillfully using all her moisture, rubbing that slickness all over her. Wonderfully wet she arched and moaned as he deftly fingered her. John stopped once again, cupping her pubic area, giving her a break so she could talk.
"Um, God, John. That felt amazing. Okay. The fantasy. Let me see. We kiss, and you play with my breasts, and I suck you off somewhere in there, and then you spank me – I can't recall why, but you let me come from it. Then you press me to do the whip thing and I really don’t want to - but I do it anyway, because… because…
"Because?" he said in an encouraging tone.
"Because it seemed really important for me to please you, alright? To let you do whatever you want. Because I need to make you happy." She cleared her throat again. "You just don't seem happy, John, and for some reason or another I can't let that go. It bothers me. I need to see you smile."
The silence seemed more intense in the dark, and when he said nothing, she continued speaking. "And then afterwards you were so caring and loving, and then you made love to me, John. I imagine that you, the guy who never kisses and never has sex with anyone, makes love to me. That's it, John. Honestly. That's the fantasy."
"How many times did you come?"
"Oh crap," she said, hoping he wouldn't have asked her that. "Three times." Sometimes masturbating helped her get to sleep. Kelly had come home a bit tense and wound up that night, and that is what it took to exhaust her mind and body. Her last thoughts as she drifted off were of John Taylor, of course.
"When?"
Kelly sighed in a frustrated tone. "When you kiss me because it feels so good to me, when you whip me because it feels good to you, and when you screw me, because it feels good for both of us, alright? Does that make you happy now? To know that I really get off on the idea of having sex with you?"
"Yes," he replied calmly. And then he kissed her.
3. A Kiss
Kelly was so wired and aroused that she moaned the moment his mouth met hers. His kiss was so soft! Gently but commanding, his wet lips erotically brushed against hers. In the dark she had only an instant to feel his heat coming toward her, and to find him kissing her was both a shock and a thrill. John held her arms behind her and pushed her body up against him.
Oh God! The darkness had terrified her, and John had resolved to distract her from her fears. It was a gift and she was so grateful, that the man who never kissed anyone, was willing to kiss her. Emotions overwhelmed her, tears stung her eyes and she began to cry. Not sobs, not sighs, just tears of joy running down and across her temples.
John had warm sensual lips, just as Kelly knew he would, but he was uncannily aware. Even in the total darkness he traced her tears with the fingers of his hand. "Beautiful girl," he murmured. "Put your arms around me."
Kelly felt him let her go and she curled trustingly around him, her arms around his neck, her face nuzzling into him. John's own arms circled her.
"Oh, thank you," she said, with a hitch in her breath, her tears were falling down her cheeks now that she was sitting up. It felt so good to be held close against the warmth and strength of his hard male body. So many emotions – they were overflowing! She had been terrified, and then turned on, and now she was so very grateful. Honestly she felt she could happily die with no regrets in his solid embrace.
With his arms around her, John caressed Kelly with his soft, supple lips. Slipping into her mouth with a French kiss, he delved into her, probing every part of her from the inside. His greedy exploration made her moan. When she caught and sucked on his tongue, the sensation and pleasure of it went lower. Liquid heat pooled in her belly, and tingles of need arrowed straight to her clit and her womb.
This first kiss went on for some time, each exploring and enjoying the other uninhibitedly. Soft sounds of pleasure came from Kelly, but John she noticed, remained strangely silent. One of his hands reached down to fondle and squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples and pinching them to the point of exquisite aching tenderness, making them stiffen with pleasure.
His mouth left hers to move to her nipples. He took one between his teeth, his bite making her back bow with the sharp hurting twinge. But then he suckled, swirled and lashed her breast with his hot velvet tongue, and the throb of pain turned to rapture. Her other breast received the same treatment and her womb spasmed with need for him.
John then sucked each breast deep into his mouth, one at a time. It was as if the man wanted to eat them. His teeth held them inside while his tongue licked and he pulled her flesh right to the roof of his mouth. John nursed and sucked, not just her nipple in his heated mouth, but what felt like her entire breast. To Kelly it seemed as if he was swallowing each tit whole.
"Ah, ah, ah! John!" she moaned. It was so erotic, the way her hands were tangled in his silky, thick hair as he nuzzled and nursed her. This was her fantasy only better. John Taylor was the perfect Dom, the ultimate lover.
John's fingers continued to roll and tug at the nipple of one breast, while his tongue, mouth and lips hungrily devoured the other. Then his mouth moved across her shoulder, and up her neck. He paused to kiss and lick behind her ear, blowing warm breath over her moistened skin, creating goose bumps.
"Oh, um, good. So good " Kelly murmured, her breath ragged.
John nipped her earlobe, and then his lips traveled across her throat, neck, and cheek, leaving hot trails of fire as his mouth returned to her lips. Kelly panted, her buttocks and molten core clenching tightly, in an instinctive bid for sexual relief. John sucked on Kelly's tongue then, while squeezing and caressing her heavy, swollen breasts. Hypersensitive and horny, Kelly felt a familiar heated pulse low in her belly and her sex. She feared that she would climax just from what he was doing and nothing else.
As if reading her mind, but more likely reading the signals of her body John said in a dangerous, admonitory tone, "Don't you dare come, Kelly. I will be seriously displeased if you do. You don’t have permission to come."
She moaned and held her breath, getting back under some sort of control once more. It helped to imagine that she belonged to him. If she was his, it would be easy to do as he asked.
"Lay back, arms over your head," he said. Kelly s
prawled backwards, lying across him; legs wide apart, arms outstretched her body trustingly open in complete submission, and surrender. I'm spread out like a human sacrifice she thought, and that idea gave her only pleasure. A sacrifice for you, John. Only for you.
"That's right. Thank you, Kelly," John approved, running his hands from her wrists and arms, down across her shoulders, breasts and torso, brushing lightly right down past her legs to her ankles, almost to her toes. Kelly shuddered with pleasure.
"Perfect," he said. "Open and ready to submit to my will. Now I can play with you exactly as I wish. I am sorry to inform you, Kelly that I'm in no hurry. I'm just getting started. You don’t like pain yet I really do want to torment you."
Kelly's pulse quickened. Why did this erotic threat turn her on so much? Because there was no question about it, the dangerous menace in his voice really did it for her. John bent down and with a hand on her hip he circled her belly button with his warm tongue, nibbling and licking his way down her body. Kelly trembled and squirmed as he moved lower. God she wanted his tongue between her legs! Thankfully, John must have read her mind again because he parted her folds and began licking her clitoris.
Kelly gasped and her back bowed, instinctively thrusting toward him. John responded to her ardor by drawing that swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves right into his mouth, sucking on her clit in a steady pulsing rhythm. Kelly cried out, moaning and squirming with pleasure, but John didn’t let her climax.
He let her clit slip out of his mouth and said, "I want to hear you beg."
4. Finger Fucked
John's mouth returned to her breasts, and he placed one pussy moistened finger in her mouth.
"Um, um, um, ah!" Kelly gave a strangled sort of moan, instantly imagining it to be his cock. She sucked his finger fiercely, tasting her own essence. John's other hand caressed her, from her breasts, along her flank and hips, teasing and brushing her clit and cleft, then carefully pushing one finger just barely inside her. Kelly gasped.
Moving his finger in and out of her quivering slit, John pressed deeper inside, a little further each time, pulling and stretching her warm swollen flesh as he went. At the same time, with exact synchronization, he finger fucked her mouth. Kelly sucked and thrashed and moaned. One finger in her pussy, one in her mouth – and both needy holes sucked him in. Two fingers in her pussy, two in her mouth. Finally he buried three fingers deep in both holes and she cried out, and almost came.
Kelly endured a wave of sharp, pulsing contractions that gave her no relief or sexual release. They felt good, yet they were also agonizing because she needed to climax. How else could she ease the buzzing tension that was building?
John paused, letting her pre-orgasmic convulsion settle, but then he began again. This process continued for some while, John penetrating her pussy and her mouth with his fingers exactly as a man's penis would, sometimes deeper, sometimes shallow, and sometimes rimming her slit and the lips of her mouth. But always together exactly the same he worked his way in and out of both her needy holes. Kelly bucked and whimpered, her wanton sounds of desire reaching a fever pitch when he finally stopped.
"Please, John," Kelly pleaded in a shamefully craven whine. "I beg you! Please will you let me come?"
"Not yet," he said, taking his fingers from her mouth only.
His lips and mouth went back to the column of her throat then, as his fingers continued their sensual assault between her legs. Kelly obligingly tilted her head, giving him full access as he sucked on the tender skin of her neck, marking her with nips of his teeth. Then his head dipped back to each nipple. His tongue flicked, his mouth working with gentle suction in the same pulsing rhythm as he penetrated her cleft and worked her clit. It was just like when he had finger fucked her mouth and her pussy, the pace once more in an erotic, rhythmic sync.
Kelly felt her arousal dripping down her thighs and as John brushed her clit with his thumb. It pulsed. It was as if her womb and her clit throbbed in time with her rapid heartbeat. An overwhelming orgasm was building, and then stopped, building, then stopped and each time an irresistible mountain of sexual need was reaching new heights. These pinnacles of pleasure were actually quite painful.
I'm in hell! I need to come! Kelly thought wildly, for never in her life had she experienced such exquisite suffering. If my tormentor ever does let me climax, it will be quite the explosion.
"Oh John, please! I'm begging you," Kelly mewled in a plaintive whimper. John obligingly swirled his fingers, stabbing just near her G spot. Yet the man continued to be diabolical in his ability to bring her right to the edge of an ever expanding, earth shattering orgasm without letting her go over.
"What do you want?" he asked, and Kelly thought she heard a smile in that seductive whisper of his. By toying with her so cruelly, John Taylor was thoroughly enjoying himself.
"More! Please more! I have to come," she sobbed, and wept because her need was so overwhelming.
Kelly thrashed and jackknifed mindlessly now, and somewhere she understood that this was how John controlled his subs so completely. Now even his bull whip didn't scare her. There was nothing she wouldn’t endure to enjoy such heavenly moments of pleasure, even with the painful ache of non-completion.
Never had sex been so amazing. Kelly whimpered, moaned and arched toward him shamelessly. Nothing she had experienced previously compared to this. It was as if her body had been waiting for John all her life. Suddenly she had a tiny vestige of insight into why addicts stole from others, or fell into prostitution. Kelly craved John like an addict ached for drugs, she wanted him that badly. Just then she felt that she would do anything to have him. Kelly needed John just like she needed air to breathe. The man was ruining her for sex with anyone else.
"John," she moaned. "Please, John! Uh, uh, ah, ah," Kelly made a constant keening sound now - she could hardly recognize the noises coming from her own throat. Her entire body felt as if it was on fire. The man was a sadist, and this was proof of it. How long had he been tormenting her? Being on a pitiless razor's edge of orgasm for so long would surely send her mad.
Oh God, she thought. John is killing me! If I don’t come soon I swear I'm going to die!
"You're doing well, Kelly," John said, probably aware that she was in a frantic mental fog and needed encouragement. "You're able to take much more from me now, and still prevent climax. Thank you, Kelly. I know that this is difficult, and that you are restraining yourself from orgasm by my command. I'm really very proud of you."
Somewhere in her raw animalistic state, Kelly registered John's praise. It only increased her joy. John is proud of me, she thought, and even without orgasm her elation was complete. Kelly's entire body throbbed and burned. Every inch of her skin tingled, and her eyes stung, she was crying again, hot tears rolling down her temples. It all added to her total surrender to the man who had mastered her. To the Dom that controlled her so completely. Kelly was his.
The scent of her arousal filled the room, mingling with his enticing sandalwood musk. John continued to fondle her clit, pulling back the hood and rubbing the naked nub with his slick wet thumb, flicking his fingers in and out of her dripping channel with delicious friction.
"You are the perfect submissive, Kelly," John said. "I feel fortunate to be here with you right now."
This final tribute was all too much. Too much sensation, too much emotion, too much pleasure, too much pain. Kelly didn't want to disobey him, but she was helpless now. A pang of regret at the thought of displeasing John caused her oncoming orgasm to momentarily stutter. She couldn't bear it. Disappointing John would create an entirely different kind of pain. But really, she was going to climax!
"Do you want to come for me, Kelly?" he asked quietly, idly fondling a breast and tugging hard, then gently, then hard once more upon on one nipple.
"Oh yes! Please, John, please!" she gasped breathlessly, scarcely able to prevent her resounding climax. "For you. Only for you." Kelly had no idea why she said that, it just bubbled right out
of her mouth.
"Very well. Come then. Right now," he said in a firm voice, driving his fingers deep against her G spot, impaling her with short, fast strokes that simulated the pistoning thrusts of man in climax. His lips came down right on her clit at the same time. With waves of suction John drew it inside his hot mouth, tugging it all the way in, nursing it with hard suctioning pulls. John's rhythmic bursts pounded upon her sensitive, swollen clit, like the thrusts of a lover hammering into her flesh.
Flicking with his tongue and sucking, John bit the outer edges of the skin of her clit hard. The combination of all this sensation created a simultaneous clitoral and vaginal orgasm like Kelly had never experienced before.
"Ahh!" Kelly screamed and wailed. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was probably shrieking like an emergency services siren, but she simply couldn't stop herself.
Her entire body stiffened and she convulsed on John's fingers, squeezing them hard – with the force of a clamp. Then she bucked, screaming, thrusting and thrashing like a wild animal. Every synapse in her brain seemed to burst with all this stimulation. It was too much! A rolling wave of sensual bliss enveloped her. All the ecstasy to be had in the entire world filled her body from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes.
In the darkness Kelly saw colorful flashes behind her eyes. Yep, emergency services, ambulance lights, she thought in a moment of hilarious glee and all the while her hips rocked and her body pulsed with orgasms. One after another, each climax came in wave after wave, like being on a calm lake beach after a huge boat had passed by. Then slowing, slowing until all the waves stopped and there was only still water and peacefulness once more.
In her jubilant mindless stupor Kelly felt John hold her close, controlling her movements, and continuing to finger her throughout her orgasms, bringing her down slowly through her aftershocks. Kelly felt her limbs shake with exhaustion. When he pulled her into his embrace, stroking her soothingly, she gratefully curled up against him, nuzzling her face into his neck.