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Authors: Sam Crescent
Bound for Christmas (3 page)
“How about we finish the day by calling each
other by our names?” he said. She smiled at him, tucking a strand of hair
behind her ear.
“I’d like that,
“Good, Bernice. I know what you like because of
the form you filled in.”
“That long list of foods?”
He nodded his head.
liked was all part of his seduction. Feeding her would be his pleasure. She had
such a versatile palate.
he’d carried inside and left by the front door. He’d gone shopping before going
to the club to pick up a few fresh essentials. A cooked chicken would help make
his salad special. He moved round the kitchen and felt her eyes on him at all
times.
He took the ingredients out of the fridge and
began to arrange the full salad with tomatoes, lettuce, cucumbers, and
gherkins. She didn’t ask any questions. He stripped the cooked chicken off the
breast bone and placed it on the side of the plate. Once he made a quick lemon
dressing he was done. It was simple, honest food that wouldn’t disturb her
stomach during their first night together.
Carrying the plates over to where she sat, he
placed the smallest one in front of her. She took it and the fork he offered.
“This looks great,” she said.
“I love to cook.”
“It will be nice having someone else decide
what to eat.”
salad with dressing and tasted. It was delicious, the tang and oil the perfect
combination.
He waited for her to taste. Her eyes closed as
she took some lettuce onto her fork.
“Wow, this is better than anything I’ve ever
tasted.”
“Don’t you cook?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I can make a sandwich or
bake a cake, but for food, I’m useless. I don’t know how to mix flavours
together. It can be either very bland or too spicy.”
you’d love to cook.”
“I prefer ordering take-out. I’m surprised you
can’t tell from my size,” she said.
“Tell what?”
“That I love my food.”
He knew where this was going, and he didn’t
like it. “What about your size?”
“I’m not exactly small. I saw all the other
subs at the club. I’m fat compared—”
chair, grabbed Bernice’s arm, making her drop her fork, and hauled her over his
lap. He pushed the jacket over her ass. For a split second he paused to admire
the full rounded globes of her ass before his palm landed down on each cheek.
He slapped one ass cheek five times then turned to the next giving each cheek
the same punishment.
Her whimpers echoed round the small room. She
struggled against his hold, but he refused to let her go.
By the time he landed the final blow her ass
was a shiny red. He picked her up then placed her in front of him. Her eyes
were wet from the punishment. She stared down at the floor. The jacket fell
down to her ankles.
under her chin forcing her to look at him. There was shame in her eyes but also
excitement. He knew she was upset for making him punish her.
Holding her close, he ran his hand down her
hair soothing her. There were no more tears from her. He spun her in his arms
so her back was to him.
The jacket she wore only had a couple of
buttons at the front. He started at the top then moved down so the jacket began
to part.
When all the buttons at the front were open he
eased the jacket off her shoulder until it fell in a heap on the floor.
Her breaths became deeper. He saw her breasts
rising and falling with each indrawn breath. Her breasts quivered.
From excitement?
He’d soon find out.
around her waist pulling her closer to him. Her rounded tummy felt amazing to
him. He loved her fuller curves.
“I’m only going to say this once, and if I have
to repeat myself there will be a harder punishment for you, do you understand?”
he asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“Am I free to continue?”
“Yes, Master.”
“What is your safe word, baby?”
“Daffodil.”
“Use it whenever you want me to stop.”
“Yes, Master.”
He closed his eyes gaining control of all of
his senses. Caressing her tummy with the tips of his fingers, he moved them up
and down her body. “Your body is fuller than most of the subs at Kink.” He
moved round to her side, both of his hands running up and down her rib cage.
None of her bones were showing through, which he found appealed to him far
more.
“Your body is beautiful.” He cupped her full
breasts in his hands. They were large and filled his hands generously. Her
nipples budded against his palm. “Repeat it.”
“My body is beautiful.”
“Good girl.”
enjoying the feel as her nipples tightened. With his thumb and finger he rubbed
the sharp point of her nipples.
“I don’t want to hear you saying nasty words
about your body.” He pressed his hard cock against her ass. The desire to take
her was strong. He pushed the desire aside. Bernice needed to learn to accept
her body. “You’re not allowed any clothes until I say so. I wish to see you
naked at every opportunity.”
“Yes, Master.”
“If I hear you say anything about your size the
punishment will be worse than a few slaps to your arse, do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“What is your body?” he asked.
“Beautiful.”
“Good.”
He ran his
fingers down her body to cup her trimmed mound. Her cum soaked the front of
her. The neatly trimmed pubic hair was soaked with her cream. She liked her
punishment.
excitement.
“You’re
wonderfully wet.” He nibbled on the corner of her neck. He felt her gasp as her
head moved to the side giving him better access.
from her pussy. He licked his finger tasting her cream for the first time.
She tasted
like heaven to him. He couldn’t wait to have a feast from her body. He’d take
his time drawing everything out of her.
away then helped her down back into her seat. “Finish eating.” He took his own
seat.
The
look of confusion on her face made him want
to reach out and
take her in his arms.
Instead,
he ate his food in silence. The anticipation would be good for both of them. He
intended to draw everything out. By the time he was finished, Bernice would
think of nothing but him.
It was a
selfish thought but one he could live with.
Chapter Three
Bernice
finished her food conscious of the heat of her ass.
Her
punishment had fucking hurt.
The pleasure she’d gained from the short
sharp slaps would stay with her for some time.
had made her aware of the attraction he felt toward her. The thickness of his
shaft against her ass couldn’t be denied or forced.
She smiled
as she took the last piece of chicken into her mouth. Being naked in front of
him was uncomfortable. She had to keep stopping herself from covering her body
up.
His
attention on caring for her sent her heart into a whirl wind. She’d not had
anyone care about her for so long. Over the last few years she’d grown
accustomed to being alone. She wasn’t a virgin. There had been a boyfriend some
time ago, along with a one-night stand when she was younger and going through a
bit of rebellion of her own.
Working at
the library helped to keep her focussed. She knew that her carefully organised
life would be rather dull to most. However, she’d needed the constant routine
to keep her stable. Without any parents around, she found herself falling back
into depression. Most of the men she’d dated were not interested in her needs.
They only cared about what they could get from her.
different. Even from their first encounter of exchanging books she’d seen how
different he was. The depth of concern radiating from his gaze couldn’t be
mistaken. He saw more than he let on, and he called to a part of her that was
begging for someone to love her.
She knew
she sounded desperate even to herself. What was wrong with wanting someone to
love and to love you back?
Being
alone was not all it was cracked up to be. If she had to spend another
Christmas alone, dodging knocks at the door with the sounds of Christmas
drifting through the air, she’d go insane.
Sandra would have accepted her at a moment’s
notice. She didn’t want that. There were some traditions she refused to get
started, and crashing at her friend’s place was one of them.
The plates were put away, and then he came back
taking her hand and leading her up the staircase.
This was the biggest extreme in her life.
Learning a lifestyle she had never known existed in order to gain a man’s
attention was the scariest thing she’d ever done.
She followed behind him, resisting the urge to
cover her breasts. The stairs went up to a bedroom. There was a dresser in the
corner and in the centre of the room a large round bed. The sheets looked like
silk. She licked her lips imagining being inside the bed. There was no
television. A shelf filled with books covered one wall.
moved past the bed to a door along the wall. Once they were stood inside the
room she saw it was a small bathroom. A small tub and shower fitted along the
wall.
He turned the dial for the shower. She watched
him pull his shirt over his head exposing his chest.
Bernice had seen him partially naked at the
club but nothing like this. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. He looked
perfect to her. The width of his shoulders would dwarf her. That was what she
liked about him. He was the first man she’d stood close to who made her feel
small and delicate.
His hands went to his belt then down to his
zipper. In no time at all he stood naked before her, the length of his cock
standing out. She was surprised he didn’t act on his need. From the fierce red
of his shaft she thought it looked uncomfortable. He didn’t come to her
demanding she relieve him.
testing the heat with his hand. She removed the flat shoes she wore when he
reached out for her hand.
Bernice went to him willingly. His touch fired
the desire in her blood. He helped her into the shower then followed in behind
her. She’d never showered with a man before. He reached over her, taking the
soap in his hands. She went to take it from him, but he shook his head.
“I’m going to wash you.” Bernice kept her back
to him waiting for him to make the next move. He moved her hair down the side
of her body. The water was wonderfully warm. When his hands cupped her
shoulders and begin to turn her, she made sure to look down. Sandra had told
her looking down was the best pose to be in if she was unsure of what was
expected of her.
Looking down his body as he spun her to face
him meant she was looking straight at his cock. The length stood out. She was standing
so far away that his shaft didn’t touch her. He was bigger than her boyfriends.
Bernice reached out to touch him only to stop herself.
All he was doing was stroking her hair. The water cascaded down between them.
One hand moved down the length of her back to
cup her ass. The pain had subsided. She knew there would be a thin outline from
his hand but nothing that would mark her skin. The contract she’d signed had
asked about marking the skin. She’d asked for no marks to be long lasting.
