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him, following him wherever he went. Why did she seek him out? Why did she
watch him? Because of gossip? He had hoped that maybe she might actually be
interested in him.
    John knew why now. As an astute, trained observer of both
sexes, he couldn't miss the signs. When John had entered the elevator, and
stood beside her he saw her pale skin flush, her mouth open, her breaths
increase, and her pulse speed up. The woman had also shifted restlessly, with
unconscious sexual need. Kelly Flynn had been aroused by his presence.
    Kelly Flynn had been aroused by his presence!
    The hollow emptiness in his chest eased at the thought.
For the last month he had watched Kelly take up with one new Dom after another,
telling himself that it was better this way. That she needed the experience.
That he didn't have to be first, as long as he had her eventually. And perhaps,
just maybe he would be her last. Yet he couldn’t work up the nerve to ask if
she would let him Top her. Because what if she said no?
    It was obvious that Kelly didn't recognize him, and yet
he could never have forgotten her. When he had first seen her at the
Basement he had thought he had finally lost his mind. He was sure that she was
a hallucination, something from his own subconscious coming to life.
    Kelly wasn't a child anymore, but she was still the same
amazing person, the opposite of himself: cheerful, happy and naturally kind.
The woman tried his emotional control, and had done so from the first. Why was
that? Was Kelly Flynn the dream? He already loved her - he always had, in his
peculiar dysfunctional way. But could Kelly Flynn love him? This was crazy
thinking and he knew it. For how could he ever have a real relationship with
anyone?
    His own subs had suffered and his sadism had reached new
heights. Every time Kelly went with another Dom he had to fight not to push his
poor subs too far too fast due to an unfamiliar jealous rage. But here she was
now, in his arms. "Have faith, mon ami for the universe will
provide," André Chevalier had told him. Well, he had never truly believed
that, but right now it held an aspect of truth.
    Thank you, universe, for disabling this elevator ,
came the ironic idle thought. But he really was grateful.
    John mused over the recent events. When Kelly had started
screaming after the lights went out he had almost gone ballistic himself.
Always controlled, this immediate reaction had shocked him. Never had he been
consumed by such wild and uncontained emotions, and such bizarre ones for him,
too. He had to help her, he needed to protect her and save her from
whatever was happening – all quite foreign feelings, unless he was deep in a
scene with a sub. The only time he felt connected was while dominating a scene,
and of course to a lesser degree with his friend, André Chevalier.
    And now, here with Kelly Flynn.
    Luckily John's instincts had kicked in, and his
understanding of the human body. First, control the incident and then find what
the hell had happened. Christ he was glad that he had taken pre-med. No one
understood human anatomy, what the human body could take and what it couldn't,
or how to manage trauma better than he did.
    André Chevalier had taught him everything there was to
know about pleasing a woman or a man. He had also made John have sex with his
subs, bringing them to climax in various ways, all for their gratification –
and certainly not his own.
    "Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, John," André
continually reminded him. "Always your goal is pleasure – c’ est très important !
Oui, pain, yes of course, as much as you wish
without causing permanent marks or physical damage. Even if the sub desires
such scars, I do not recommend this. With time, people change their mind John.
But pain must only be used as a means to ultimately add to your sub's sensation
of pleasure, mon ami . To do otherwise is un péché noir - a black sin. It will tarnish the soul.
You are a good man, John Taylor, and such is not for