Bound for Christmas (13 page)

She was an
independent woman. No one would ever take that away from her.

The other
night in the shower she hadn’t gotten a chance to look at him. What she’d felt
and seen didn’t seem enough to warrant the fake cock she now wore.

Tugging
his jeans to the floor, she stared at the large snake pointed right at her. He
was huge. There was no way he’d fit inside her pussy.

The tip
leaked a large amount of semen. His musky scent teased her nostrils. Everything
about him called to her.

“Do you
like what you see?” he asked.

She nodded
her head. How could anyone talk with something like
that
pointing at them?

Get it together, Bernice.

Give him something to make him smile.

Bernice
grabbed the base of his shaft and licked a line down the vein to the tip. His
pre-cum tasted salty. She caressed the tip taking every drop that leaked out of
his slit. In no time at all, she grew addicted to his salty taste. She’d sucked
guys off before but never really enjoyed it.
Leon
was so utterly different.
Besides the obvious difference of him being her Master, he was clean, and he cared
about her well-being above everything else. Even as she took the mushroomed
head between her lips, she felt the connection with him from the top of her
head right down to her toes.

Leon
cared
about her. She loved him, and she was sure he loved her. They were engaged.
Everything she ever wanted was falling into place.

“Fuck,
your mouth is so hot. Suck me deeper.” She took him deeper into her mouth.
Bernice took a quick glance up at him. His gaze was on her, his sharp dark eyes
taking her in.

“You look
so damn beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”

She closed
her eyes taking more of him inside. There was no way she’d be able to
deep-throat him. He was too large and wide for anything so deep. Instead, she
stroked the base of his shaft to where her lips met.

His
fingers stroked her hair as he swivelled his hips, using her mouth like a
pussy. He was gentle with each movement. She knew he was in control even as he
swore. His touch never differed from control.

“Bernie,
your mouth is so damn sweet. I’m going to come in your mouth. Tap my leg if you
don’t want me to.”

She had to
think about it. The thought of swallowing his cum was a turn on. Could she do
it? The action had been covered in the contract, but she thought it was sweet
that he was asking her first.

“Tap my
damn leg, Bernie.”

Her hand
remained on his cock. His hand tightened in her hair. With two quick shallow
thrusts, he growled, and then his release filled her mouth. His cock jumped as
the first wave of semen pulsed into her mouth.

Bernice
could do no less than swallow everything he had to offer.

His orgasm
went on and on. She took as much as she could. Some escaped her lips. When his
orgasm stopped he pulled from her mouth then sank to his knees. His arms
surrounded her, filling her with so much warmth.

“You have
no idea how precious you are. I’m going to show you. You’ll never go a single
day without knowing what you mean to me.”

His words
went right down to her heart and soul. The love she felt coming from him washed
over her in comforting waves.

“Come on.
I’ll cook you dinner.”

He took
the blindfold from the table beside the lube while taking her other hand in
his. She liked being by his side. He always knew what she needed. It was like
he was attuned to her in every way.

Like a
gentleman, he helped her into her seat, making sure she was comfortable.
Besides the fake cock inside her cunt, she was happy. He chuckled when she
tried to find some way of making its presence
unknown.

Then, like
her Master, he placed the blindfold over her eyes.

“How many
fingers am I holding up?” he asked.

She
touched the blindfold, feeling the silky fabric. “Ten.”

“Nope, what about now?”

“Eight.”

“Perfect.
You can’t see a thing.”

Her senses
went on high alert as she heard the sound of the fridge opening.

“You’re
going to feed me with the blindfold on?”

“You were
far more receptive to the octopus salad without seeing it.”

She gave a
frustrated moan,
then
turned to sit with her arms
folded.

For the
next half hour she went through the gruelling task of trying everything he
offered.
Leon
did not tell her anything before she tasted it. She soon realised she loved
sushi with raw fish. Never in her life would she have eaten raw fish.
Disgusting.

The taste
of blue cheese was foul. She already knew that. Mould was bloody mould at the
end of the day. Salami was delicious, the chorizo hot. Honey ham was too sweet
while the cheddar cheese just right.

Next, he
moved on to pasta sauces. The night went on. He’d tell her what he liked after
she’d tried certain dishes.

“Why don’t
you tell me what you like first?” she asked, after taking a bite of pasta with
pesto.

“I don’t
want my tastes to be reflected in your likes. This is about trust, Bernie.
You’re trusting
me with your food. In return, I’m finding out
what you like.”

Neither
could argue. Every now and again, he’d reach out to touch her. She loved his
contact more than the food.

Another
thing that startled her was that she wished she wasn’t wearing the dress. She
felt completely covered.

With
Leon
she wanted
to be open to him. Her thoughts gave her so much hope and freedom. She opened
her mouth to take more food. Each time he touched her, the hole inside her
began to fill up.
Leon
was the only man to ever make her feel part of something. She moved in her seat
becoming aware of her other filled state.

Do this for him and you’ll never be alone
again.

Love him, Bernice, and live.

Chapter Eleven

 
The snow fell exactly like the forecasters
said the day before.
Leon
treated her to a shower and then tongued her pussy until she shattered around
another fake cock, a bigger fake cock this time. For her reward at the end,
besides the orgasm, she was allowed to stroke him to fulfilment. She loved
watching him come apart. His cum had spurted up his body with a little on her
and the bed sheet.

Leon
didn’t
pick out any clothing for the first part of the morning. He took her down, and
then she sat at the kitchen table, watching as he made her bacon, eggs, and
tomatoes. After the hearty meal he fed her the night before she doubted she’d
be able to eat what he put in front of her. She surprised herself when she
asked for bread and butter to scoop up the excess on her plate.

He washed
the dishes. She never knew a guy could bring himself to be homey. After the
dishes were completed he took her back upstairs to the room and taught her some
key poses for when they were in the club. Bernice listened to everything he
said. She knew most of the rules at the club.

She had to
always be polite to other Masters or
Doms
while
present in the club. If she was approached by another Master and he was
persistent in his pursuit she was to shout her safe word.

Each new
rule he told her made her feel more and more secure. He taught her the
different ways of acknowledging his presence without speaking. One was by
taking his hand and rubbing her cheek. Each Dom and submissive had a way of
communicating that was private from the others in the club.

When he
was done explaining her role and the way they’d speak, he began explaining
other styles of BDSM. Kink had many different people exploring many different
roles. Some of the clientele preferred a twenty-four/seven role of Master and
slave.

Bernice
didn’t care about anyone else. The only Master she wanted was seated in front
of her.

“Do you
have a playroom?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Can I see
it?”

“Soon.”

She didn’t
ask again.
Leon
would know when she was ready. She trusted him with herself in every way. The
cell service was down, and
Leon
ended up chopping wood. While he was outside, she sat at the window with a
blanket around her.

He looked
up to the window and saw her watching him. She waved her hand. Several minutes
later he walked back inside, took her hand and led her upstairs. Bernice didn’t
know what she’d done wrong. She watched him walk to the wardrobe to select some
clothing.

“You’re
coming outside with me.”

Leon
dressed
her in tight jeans and a jumper. She loved the feel of the clothes he’d
purchased for her. The care and attention meant a great deal.

When they were outside, he chopped logs while
she took a walk in the snow. The crunching of the snow began to fill her with
the Christmas warmth he talked about.

“What do you do for a living?” she asked.

“You’re living alone in a cabin with me for
Christmas, and you still don’t have any idea what I do for a living?” He
chuckled.

Bernice sat on a chair and watched the axe
swing down, slicing the wood in two. “Sandra said something about designing
homes. She was drunk on cheap wine at the time, so I didn’t believe her.”

The axe went down before he turned to look at
her. “She’s partly right. I’m an architect.
A very good one.
I have my own firm and take the jobs I want to do.”

“Is that why you can afford so much?” she
asked.

He nodded. “Plus, my family own a corporation
designing some kind of gadgets. I never made the mechanical side. I like
building things with my hands.
Or at least drawing them.”

“And yet you’ve taken an interest in a
librarian?”

“It doesn’t matter what we do for a living,
Bernie. Only what we feel.”

She understood that. Her love of books had
developed from an early age. Her parents didn’t like loud music or sluttish
television programs. The only thing they allowed was her reading. She soaked up
books like an alcoholic did beer. Probably not the best example, but it was the
only one she could think of.

“How did you get involved at the club?”

“I’ve always been in control.
Tyler
understood what I needed and trained me
to be a Dom at the club. Tyler and I go way back. His folks left him a lot of
money. He opened the club for his own needs.”

He took her in his arms and spun her around.
All of her questions ceased to matter to her.
Leon
was able with actions and
words to make the whole world go away. At times he was playful and others
deadly serious. She loved to watch him cook or dance.

Bernice knew when he was
near,
she’d always feel like she’d finally gone home.
Leon
was the love of her life and
the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

****

Over the next few days, Bernie soaked
everything up. The days turned into weeks as he taught her everything. They
spent every waking moment together. They hadn’t had sex but were courting in
that time.
Leon
didn’t want to pressure her. He knew she wanted sex, and he wanted more time to
make it perfect.
Leon
made sure to give her everything her heart desired. The cold showers he took in
the middle of the night did not help his growing desire for her. Christmas was
getting closer. More snow had fallen, but he was able to get the car out. They
took several trips into town. On one occasion, he left her by the lake eating
her potato while he went to the post office. He’d phoned an order through to
his family’s jewellers who took his orders. They’d shipped the collars he’d
purchased before taking Bernie away with him. At the time,
Tyler
had thought he was acting too
prematurely.
Leon
knew Bernie was the woman for him. He’d also given Bernie back her purse in
case she wanted to buy anything. He was more than happy to pay for what she
needed. When he’d handed her the small black handbag she’d been shocked.