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tears for him touched him, and he
found he wanted to climax for her sake, if not his own.
    For her happiness – not his own.
    They were unfamiliar feelings Kelly was rousing within,
and they swelled with terrifying uncertainly, but he didn't crush them down or
deny them as he normally would. Like he had with her emotions, he let his own
flow over him, deciding to simply experience them.
    The words from his mentor, André
Chevalier came to him then, "You are cut off mon ami, oui , but you
are not an evil man. Your past has taught you to hide, even from yourself. But
do not despair. You came to me, n'est pas ? That was an act of valor.
Continue with such courage, jeun home. Life, for all its
trials, is a healing process. Trust in what I tell you now. All will resolve in
the fullness of time."
    John recalled Kelly's words, when he had asked her if she
wanted to climax for him. She had said she did, "For you. Only for
you." It was as if she had reflected herself right inside of him, more
perfectly than a mirror, because he felt exactly the same way toward her.
    John decided to be brave enough to tell her that.
    He withdrew his hands, placing them passively beside his
thighs. "Suck me off, Kelly. You can’t do it wrong. Anything you do will
be right. There's no one else I want. Just you. Only you."
    The sound Kelly made was between a sob and a sigh, and
John knew the emotional woman was no doubt crying again. It made him want to
cry, too, which of course was impossible and was just another step he was
taking on the road to total madness.
    He leaned against the wall of the elevator, as he needed
the support. I can do this, he thought, with this hands clinched in
tight fists upon his thighs. But then she put her mouth to the head of his
cock. In the safety of darkness, with a woman he was fond of, John tried to
forget everything and force himself to feel.
    Kelly softly curled one small hand over his shaft, and
the other caressed his balls. John felt his cock jerk as she brought him to her
mouth. John had never been circumcised, and he wondered if that fact made a
difference to her. Kelly seemed to take this in her stride however, sliding his
foreskin back and licking around the rim, her tongue dipping in delicately to taste
him.
    He was hard and dripping and this was no surprise. That
detail seemed to be a product of his age, not his interest. In fact, John felt
incredibly uncomfortable. Oh God! I can't do this, he thought
desperately. No. That's an unproductive thought. Best to wonder, how can I
do this?
    The answer came to him, and it was so obvious that he
began to relax. All he had to do was concentrate on Kelly, and on the pleasure
she was taking from giving him a climax. "Your focus should be upon your
sub, John. Your sub's pleasure is your primary concern," André had told
him over and over, and it had been his golden rule ever since. John had given
Kelly an orgasm, and she wanted to return the favor. John subdued an overwhelming
impulse to laugh out loud.
    Wouldn't Kelly be surprised to know how much he hated
even the idea of it?
    Kelly was humming. She was happy, and this made him happy
– an abnormal circumstance in itself. But the woman was working too hard. Her
need to please him was making him feel an emotion he rarely experienced:
anxiety.
    "Slow," he said, and her frantic movements
ceased. Kelly's tongue caressed him languidly then, in a soothing manner.
    "Yes. That's right," he said. Somehow, while
relaxing into her movements, John's mind drifted and he thought of his mentor,
André Chevalier.
    The memory came back to him and he felt he was there.

9. Instincts
    John remembered that day so clearly.
    It had been a bad morning, a terrible morning. John had
overstepped his bounds with his sub. The woman had been forced to call her safe
word more than once. Somehow with an implement of pain in his hands John simply
became mindless with the need to hurt someone, anyone. It was as if a lifetime
of anguish could be