Bound for Christmas (6 page)
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Authors: Sam Crescent
His
fingers moved to where she’d tucked the end of the sheet between her breasts.
Bernice gasped from the chill of his hand and the touch of his fingers against
her flesh. She felt the sheet ease then fall around her body.
She stood
naked in the light of the day. The sun was up in the sky, and her whole body
could be clearly seen.
Each imperfect mark.
She wanted
to cover her legs and rounded tummy. When she was naked at night she at least
got the feeling he couldn’t see all of her.
Her hands
twitched while he stood waiting for her to react. What was he waiting for?
With as
much willpower as she could muster, she kept her hands at her sides.
“Good
girl. I wouldn’t want to add to your punishment.”
“How many
punishments do I have, Master?” She remembered to use his title. He looked and
sounded in charge. She knew every opportunity to please him would earn her
something.
“Well,
you’ve got a punishment to come for defying the club rules. However, Sandra is
the real culprit and will be facing her penalty. I have something special in
mind for you.”
She waited
for him to continue. Bernice knew he was testing her. She’d not had any true
training, only what she’d read and witnessed at the club.
“The next
is because you covered this gorgeous body. I didn’t give you permission, and
I’ll have to think of something to teach you, so you know how to follow my
instructions.” His palm caressed her back then down her thigh. There was
something possessive in his touch. It was like he was marking her body with his
touch alone.
“Come,
I’ll make you breakfast and a coffee.” He led her through to the kitchen.
the night before was resting against a set of cupboards.
on the coffee maker then pulled out a set of several saucepans. Bernie’s
stomach growled making her cheeks heat with embarrassment.
He turned
smiling at her. “I’ll make an extra special breakfast this morning. Your
training will begin today. You’ll need your strength. You’re free to ask any
questions.”
“What will
happen now?” she asked.
Her
fingers interlocked as she fidgeted waiting for his answer.
unwavering as she stared back.
“I think
you know what happens now, Bernie.”
She shook
her head. “I don’t know.”
“We talked
last night about our future. I’m going to train you to be my sub. Are you
having second thoughts about last night?”
“No, I
just thought in the light of day you might have changed your mind.” He walked
over to her, taking hold of her hands inside his. His gaze never left her once.
She felt captured by him. Bernice sat naked on the dining room chair, and yet
his eyes never left her own.
something more for her than the physical.
Stop over-analysing everything. You talked last
night and accept everything he said.
“No, I
didn’t change my mind.”
He nodded his
head then continued on with breakfast. She watched as he made pancakes. Her
mouth was watering from the sizzle of the butter in the pan, and the scent was
amazing. He
drizzled
some syrup over a pile of four
pancakes then handed them to her. She picked up her knife and fork then dove
right into the mound of food.
From the
first mouthful of food she was hooked.
She closed her eyes to savour every delicious bite. He took the seat opposite
her like the night before. She didn’t pay him any attention as she enjoyed her
breakfast. The carbohydrates in the pancakes should have alarmed her, but
Once
breakfast was finished, he sent her up to the bathroom to shower and brush her
teeth. She tried not to argue over his instructions. She’d been caring for
herself for some years now. There was no need for him to tell her what to do.
Then she realised as his sub, he could do what he wanted with her. This was
their training for each other.
All the
books and the stuff Sandra had taught her had led her to this moment.
The
anticipation was killing her. She was excited to see how their three weeks were
going to turn out.
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her walk up the staircase. His cock pulsed with the need to follow her and
finally sink himself into her warm wet heat. He knew she’d be soft and wet. She
responded to his touch instantly.
The
budding of her nipples along with the flush of her body were the indicators he
needed to look for. He ran his fingers through his hair before washing up the
plates from breakfast.
Chopping
up the logs for the fire had helped him burn off steam. The moment he had woken
up that morning and felt Bernie next to him had been too hard a temptation. He
refused to ruin his plans because of his demanding cock.
When the
kitchen was clean once again, he picked up the decorations and placed them on
the table before going to the far room where he kept his equipment. He turned
on the light and saw his playroom.
He owned
numerous toys and benches for his own pleasure.
staring at his room. No other woman had been to his cabin. When he’d purchased
this place he’d spent a great deal of time organising the rooms. He’d gotten
this place because of its added seclusion.
No one
would walk the distance between the cabins, and if they did he wouldn’t just
show them his playroom.
the far wall where he’d placed his whips and paddles. He loved the feel of each
instrument in his hand. They made him feel alive and in control, which was
important to him.
He touched
each whip and paddle to decide which would be the best one to use. Their
contract stated he couldn’t mark her skin with any damage. He knew he would
start with his hand, but he wanted to drive her crazy. After some time, he
decided on the wooden paddle. He didn’t need to apply much force to her ass,
and he’d warm her ass up with his palm.
Out of all
of his equipment, his hand was his favourite. There was something highly erotic
about watching an ass turn a bright red from the slap of his palm. His cock
twitched inside his pants.
No sex.
He’d decided to wait and savour every delicious moment with Bernie. Sex would
spoil the intensity building between them. Only when they were both in danger
of blowing apart would he give himself up to the pleasure of taking her.
Moving
from his wall, he went to the shelf in the corner and took two nipple clamps
from the shelf. He remembered buying them with Bernie in mind. It was after her
first visit to the club, and when he’d seen them online that night, he knew she
would be the woman to wear them.
When he’d
got what he wanted along with a small tub of ointment for her after care, he
closed then locked the door.
the sofa, grabbed a pillow and all the necessary stuff for her punishment. He
looked forward to caring for her afterward more than he did her punishment.
Having Bernie in his arms once again was what he wanted.
Seconds
later the woman he loved made her way down the stairs. Her hand reached out
holding the railing while she took each step carefully. He’d witnessed her
clumsy ways at the club. Bernie had a way of tripping over her own shadow. The
concentration was adorable, and her tongue peeked out at the corner.
His cock
pulsed once again in his pants. What would it feel like to have her lips
wrapped around his dick?
He pushed
the thoughts aside watching the way her tights bounced. Her hips swayed from
side to side. The natural allure of her body called to him. Her tummy was
nicely rounded, complementing her whole figure. No bones showed through, just a
fullness of shape.
She paused
at the bottom of the steps.
“Come
here, Bernie,” he said.
With no
hesitation she made her way over to where he sat.
him. “I’m going to start your punishment. Do you remember your safe word?” he
asked.
“Yes,
Master.”
“Good.” He
reached up stroking her cheek. Her skin was silky smooth to the touch. They
both moaned, neither saying another word.
down her cheek to her neck. She shivered from his touch. Glancing down he saw
her nipples were tight with arousal. He always made sure the cabin was well
heated during this time of year. Also, he loved seeing her naked in his home.
She looked stunning. There was no clothing beautiful enough to do her figure
justice.
He trailed
a path down her neck to her chest. Her heart was racing.
dilated as she looked at him. Other
Doms
would have
demanded she look at the floor. He didn’t want to. Looking into her eyes was
all part of the play. By gazing into her eyes, he’d be able to see her
reactions and understand what was turning her on and what was not.
“Present
your tits to me.”
She pushed
her chest up to him. He turned his attention to her full mounds. They were
gorgeous, ripe, and all his to touch.
“I’m going
to clamp your nipples. Have you ever had them clamped?” he asked.
“No,
Master.”
“I’ll be
your first?”
“All the
way, Master.”
her address of him. He wondered if she’d ever try to defy him with changing his
name. The more he thought about their time together, the more he looked forward
to teaching her and testing every part of her life.
He took
the first clamp in his hand. She kept her gaze on his face at all times.
closed as a moan escaped her lips. The bud tightened in his mouth. He closed
his own eyes for several seconds relishing the feel of her in his mouth.
Her taste
was addictive. She tasted like more than a supple woman. She was like heaven on
a cold, depressing day. Her eyes were still closed when he stood.
bud she winced.
other nipple the same attention. She winced once again. He glanced up to see
her eyes were wide open as she looked at him. Her lips were parted, the bottom
lip full and moist. Did she have any idea how tempting she looked?
Chapter Six
Her
nipples were on fire. The clamps stung. She wanted to tear them off her
breasts, but then she’d get even worse. Then the burning pain shot through her
whole body. Her clit swelled. She rubbed her legs together feeling the pleasure
shake her entire body. His touch sent off electric signals all around her. She
was sensitive to the slightest touch.
“Do you
feel the change?” he asked.
“I ache
everywhere, Master.”
He turned
her so her back was to him. “Every part of you is sensitive?”
“Yes, it
is more than I can stand.”
The vibrations went straight to her cunt. She was on fire with the need to
climax.
His hands
moved down the sides of her body. She whimpered then cried out as his hands
slapped either side of her thighs. “Did I say you could play with yourself?”
“I’m not.”
Another short sharp slap to her thigh.
She cried out then
moaned as her legs
scissored
for more contact with
her clitoris.
“You’re
building up your punishments here, baby. Address me properly with my title
unless I tell you otherwise.”
“I’m
sorry, Master.” She wanted to sob and beg him to make her come all at the same
time.
“Good.”
His hands moved round to the front of her thighs. She felt him move down her
body until he split her legs open. The contact she’d gained with her clit was
lost.
