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sex with Master Ron had been fun and
satisfying. Alone in the elevator, she smiled to herself as the doors started
to slide shut.
    Long white male fingers stopped the elevator doors from
closing. Kelly immediately looked up… and then stopped breathing.
    John Taylor, with unconscious, confident animal grace
strode inside like he owned the place. He looked so masculine, so dominant, and
tough. The man was wearing his black leather Matrix-style trench coat, black
leather pants and black swat boots. John's dark hair and eyes, combined with
his Matrix look reminded her of Keanu Reeves. Only Reeves, who Kelly considered
to be an undeniably hottie, could never be as attractive to her as John Taylor
was.
    "Oh," Kelly said, thoughtlessly in her utter
shock of surprise.
    John nodded to her, and a zing of pulse pounding lust
went straight to her pussy. The man was seemingly oblivious of Kelly's
consternation, while she could feel her stupid pale cheeks heat with awkward
discomfort. Kelly became aware then that she was gawking - staring stupidly at
him, with her mouth open. Quickly, she shut it and looked away.
    Holy Mother of God, she
thought as the elevator doors closed with finality. And "oh" that
was all I could say to him? That and staring with my mouth open. Man, I am sooo
lame!
    Kelly kept her eyes trained to the front, a task
difficult to achieve. She loved looking at John Taylor, and when visiting the
Basement she did so as much as she could possibly contrive. Fascinated and
incurably drawn to the hot Dom, she had always taken care to stay away from
him, too. Feasting her eyes on him whenever possible, Kelly still dodged and
hid like a rabbit. Avoiding him was like trying to escape the jaws of a wolf.
Because what would she say if John Taylor came for her at the sub's gallery?
Would she even have the ability to refuse him? The man was dangerous, for Kelly
knew that she would be as pliable as sculptor's clay in his hands.
    Kelly took a deep breath and bit the inside of her cheek. Clay in his hands. Even that simple thought made her instantly wet, and
her brain went completely out of gear and shifted into 'neutral.' Or was it in
'park?' Her mind returned to the fantasy of him that she had masturbated to the
night before. Kelly shut her eyes, imagining John kisses, his hard male body
thrusting inside her. So stupid as they were both things he never did with
anybody, male or female, as far as anyone knew.
    What was wrong with her? But the answer was obvious. I'm
alone in a tiny room with Father John! Kelly wasn't sure if she was
terrified or ecstatic, and both emotions warred with each other for supremacy
inside her mind.
    But damn if the man didn't smell great. What was it?
Sandalwood and healthy male sweat? She risked a glance in her peripheral
vision. Oh God! Kelly's hands went to fists as she suppressed a burning
desire to touch him. John Taylor looked as if he might have had a shower as his
short straight hair was wet. Of course it could just be sweat. Wielding a
flogger or a bullwhip over a long period was pretty damn physical. Kelly felt
her heart speed up and nervously licked her lips.
    Dark and dangerous, John Taylor was the kind of man her
mom always warned her about. Of course Mom had no idea that Kelly was a sexual
deviant. The thought of her mother finding out about her BDSM kink cooled her
ardor for a moment as if she had been dunked in cold water. Of course this
sensible slap of reality couldn't last. Not with the guy she had a crush on
standing right beside her, making every female hormone she had come to life and
start singing with boundless, lustful, procreative joy.
    Not long after the elevator doors shut, the lifting
mechanisms began to hum, and thankfully the elevator began to move upwards.
Just standing next to John Taylor, Kelly could swear that she could feel his
male heat radiating an intense energy against her flesh. What was this
irresistible pull of the man? Was it pheromones? Jeeze Louise, even her