Bound and Freed Boxed Set Read Free

orange hair and freckles. Kelly
figured she wasn't really pretty, but neither was she ugly – at least she had a
great ass! Lots of people had told her that. She could be considered striking
she supposed, when she was her animated, happy self.
    Girlish sounds of laughter and giggling came to her ears
and then the restroom door burst open and two women came in. "Kelly!"
They chorused.
    "Hey girls, what's up?"
    Gina and Rosslyn were Kelly's friends, also subs - Gina
ten years older than she was, and Rosslyn fifteen years older. They had both
been out checking over the landscape, and filled Kelly in.
    "You won't believe it," Gina said. "Father
John is already pretty busy."
    A delicious curl of anticipation and desire thrilled
through Kelly. "Really?" she said. "I didn't know he was doing a
scene tonight." Kelly's heart sped. She would be able to spend a portion
of her evening staring at the guy she had a huge crush on, and he would have no
idea that she was watching. It didn’t get better than that. John Taylor. Firm
lips, commanding presence, best ever male eye candy. Yum. Too bad he never
smiled. Kelly, in her secret heart of hearts, would love to be the one to make
him smile.
    "Oh, I think this scene was impromptu," Rosslyn
said.
    "Woo hoo!" Kelly yipped, tossing her lip gloss
back in her bag. "Well, finish up here girls. We don't want to miss that
do we?"

4. Kelly's Crush
    Why oh why, Kelly thought, do
I have to be so fascinated by such an unattainable guy? A dangerous man who
just wouldn't be good for me? She sighed, and supposed it was the 'bad-boy'
allure. As relationships went, hooking up with John was pretty well about as
impractical and impossible as could be.
    John Taylor, also known as "Father John" was a
bit of a celebrity in the Basement and he was also seriously HOT. Word had it
that his membership fees were free because of the crowds he drew, and the lessons
he sometimes gave to wannabe Dom's. Once every two weeks or so, he put on a
public show. The man was not much older than Kelly, but the rumors spread about
him were endless.
    He had "lost his true love," he was
"gay," "he really had once been a priest." John Taylor had
gotten the strange nickname of Father John because his subs always seemed to
confess to him when he skillfully tormented them into a blissful state of
euphoria. Then, just like a priest, John forgave them.
    No one called him Father John to his face of course, that
was just the gossip's nickname, although sometimes his sub's used the title. He
didn't like the appellations "master" or "sir," insisting
that he simply be called John. Other than the fact that everything about the
man from his voice to entire persona screamed "Dominant," John also
had a flawless, sculpted body. It was so unfair! Broad shouldered, cut abs,
thin hipped, great ass, and movie-star good looking – the man was perfect.
    But the really interesting and well established truth was
that Father John never ever had sex with either his male or female subs, and
neither did he even let them go down on him. Was he gay, hetero or bi? No one
knew anything about him. In fact no one had seen the man's penis, although the
outline of a long thick budge could be observed virtually whenever he was in
the club.
    Clean shaven, no tattoos, no piercings, no sex - Father
John seemed as pure as fresh fallen snow. And the man didn't even kiss! Chaste
pecks on the forehead or cheek was all he ever gave, and these only to
encourage or coax some poor suffering sub to accept even more pain.
    Kelly sighed. She fantasized about the sexy Dom all the
time, but wouldn't have the nerve to go with him. It was unfortunate, but John
Taylor liked dispensing pain, and other than a sexually inflaming spanking,
Kelly wasn't into that.
    "He's working over two subs at the same time
tonight, a man and a woman."
    "No shit? With his bullwhip?"
    "He hasn't gotten to that yet, but he will. Man I am
sooo never going to go there."
    Both Kelly and Gina looked