because
Father John just oozes the Triple 'F' factor, crushing and breaking the heart
of every woman who comes near him. The man is beyond reach, but utterly
captivating, you know what I mean?"
"Triple F?" she said.
"Yeah. You know, the "Fatal Female Flaw."
It's when ordinarily sensible women fall madly in love with an unattainable man
who can't, or won't love them back. I also call it the Triple Fucked Factor.
Kelly gave a bark of laughter. Yep, that's me, she
thought. I've got an incurable case of Triple F for Father John. It's madness.
I simply can't seem to think of anyone else.
A couple of Dom's climbed the few stairs, coming up into
the sub area together. Master Ron was a thirty something, happy sort of Dom,
who was really good fun. Kelly had played with him before. With him was Master
T who was an older, salt and pepper haired man, solidly muscular, and a very
experienced Dom.
Master T had his deep blue eyes on Rosslyn - they
radiated pure male power, as well as a rather disconcerting heat. Rosslyn
immediately looked down. Kelly watched in amazement as it was Rosslyn's turn to
display a tinge of red in her cheeks. Not a word was said but Rosslyn held her
hands out in front of her, wrists together, palms up, in instant submissive
obedience. Kelly saw that her hands trembled slightly.
Master T secured her wrists with the colorful tie the
Club provided, capturing her, and indicating that she was taken. Easily the big
man pulled her to her feet, and without a sound Rosslyn stood up. Then both
Master T and Rosslyn left together, her bound wrists firmly grasped in one
large hand. Rosslyn's eyes remained meekly looking down.
Kelly looked up at Master Ron, the man who had stayed
behind. Their gaze met, and they exchanged wide eyes, head shakes, and knowing
smiles.
"My, oh, my," Kelly said, making a show of
fanning herself. "That was a hot little interlude. I swear I could see
steam rising off that man."
"You got that right," Ron said. "You could
cut the sexual heat with a knife. Looks like Rosslyn has a big night ahead of
her."
"Tell me about it."
"Hey Kelly," Master Ron said. "Are you
wanting to be topped?"
She grinned and then put her index finger to her lips in
a pensive manner, teasing him. "I don’t know, Master Ron," she said
archly, her voice a sultry purr. "Do you think if I hang around up here I
might get a better offer?"
He laughed out loud, apparently not surprised or even
disturbed by her comment. "Jesus Kelly, you're such fun. Why don't we just
stay together for awhile? We could explore the scene and have so many laughs. I
swear, I honestly think I could fall in love with you."
Kelly tapped her lips again. "You do give a good
spanking," she said, pretending to be undecided, yet considering the
matter.
"Yeah?" Ron asked. He bent closer and his voice
lowered. "That's good, because I feel like giving someone a good spanking
tonight. And I'm expecting that whoever I discipline will climax from it hard
and fast as an oncoming train."
Kelly giggled. "Like a train?"
"Don't laugh," he said. "That's what it
seemed like to me when you did it before. Christ it was amazing."
"It was amazing," she said. Her eyes met his
with a smile as they both remembered the last time they played together. She
sighed, well aware that the sweet slightly older Dom had a little bit of a
crush on her. "I really don’t know, Master Ron. I guess I'm fickle. You
are perfect you know," she added looking him up and down.
Ron was big, blond, and seriously cute. Unlike her white
skin, Ron could actually get a tan. He was a cheerful Dom who was a great lover
with a toothpaste ad smile. Ron was a lot of fun, and he wasn't one of those
Dom's who made her look down all the time. Kelly preferred to look at a man.
For a moment she imagined how well he would fit in with her family, how much
they would love him. Marriage, children, and a life together rolled out in
front of her. It wasn't a bad vision of one possible future.
So where was