Bound for Christmas (7 page)

Bernice
whimpered missing the contact already.

“Please,”
she said.

“Please,
what?” he asked.

She cried
out. It was too much. How could anyone concentrate with so much sensation? Her
focus failed at every opportunity. It was too much and not enough. The pain
combined with the pleasure made it hard for her to focus on anything.
Leon
expected her to keep saying his title while she couldn’t remember her own name.

He turned
her back to face him. She stared at him for several seconds before he caught
her close.
Leon
stroked her hair as she tried to gain some composure.

“You can
use your safe word at any time,” he whispered.

She closed
her eyes. Was she ready to give up?

Give up now and you’ve failed. Can you walk
away knowing you gave up when the going got tough?

Suck it up!

Bernice
shook her head. She took several deep breaths determined to see this through.
“I’m not giving up.”

“Say your
word at any time, Bernie, and it stops.”

“I don’t
want it to stop. I’m new to this. Please, give me time.”

“Don’t try
to top me, baby. I know what I’m doing. You’ll take your punishment or use your
safe word.” He tilted her head back with a finger underneath her chin.

“If I use
my safe word, what happens?” she asked.

“I’ll
stop.”

“What
happens after?” she asked.

Bernice
wasn’t stupid. She knew there was an underlying problem.

“If you
use your safe word before I think you’re ready then we’re over.”

His words
shocked her.

She pulled
away, staring at him. Bernice was confused. What was the point of having a safe
word if she wasn’t allowed to use it?

“I don’t
understand. Safe words are in place to protect the submissive if he or she
doesn’t like what is happening.”

He swore
under his breath. Bernice felt like she was missing something important.

“Safe words
are in place for extreme circumstances in order to end the scene completely. If
I’m pushing you but you don’t want me to stop, then we need to figure out
another word to tell me to slow down.”

Leon
cupped
her cheek, closing the gap. “I’m not giving up on you without a fight, Bernie.
Make no mistake of my feelings for you. I want this to work. Do you want this
to work?”

She nodded
her head. “Yes, what do you think I’ve been doing? I want this so much,
Leon
.
More than you can imagine. I want to be the woman you want.”

“And I
want to be the man for you.” He leaned down brushing his lips against hers. She
accepted his kiss. Her arms moved round to cup his head.
Leon
circled her waist pulling her
naked body against his rough clothing. The contact tugged on the clamps. She
rubbed her body against his loving the feel of the tugging on her nipples.

Leon
grabbed
her arms pulling her away. She stared at him dazed. How did he confuse her so
much?

“Amber,”
he said.

She was
pleased to see he looked as short of breath as she felt.

“Amber?”
she asked.

“That will
be your word to tell me to slow down. I never want to push you to the extreme
of using your safe word, Bernie. If you need me to slow down but want to
continue our
play then say
‘Amber’.”

Bernice
agreed with his word. It was perfect. Amber would tell him to slow down but to
also make him aware she wanted to continue.

“Do you
want to continue?” he asked.

She gazed
down at her chest. In the time it had taken her to talk with him about safe
words, the clamps no longer caused any discomfort.

“I’m ready
to continue.”

“I promise
you it won’t always be about punishment. This is because you talked with Sandra
and for wearing the sheet over your body when I hadn’t given you permission
to.”

“Yes,
Master.”

“Good.”

She
watched him take a seat on the sofa. “Lean over my knees.”

Bernice
took a deep breath before moving to where he wanted her. She went over his
knees,
thankful her body was not as wide as his legs were
long. If her body hadn’t fit on his legs she’d have been so embarrassed.

Her
breasts fell over his leg while her belly rested on his legs. One hand caught
her waist keeping her in place. His other hand began to feel her ass. All the
time they’d been talking she hadn’t been aware of her nakedness. Every passing
moment her nakedness no longer felt a problem.

She felt
so aware of him. His hand moved all over the cheeks of her ass. She tensed when
his hand disappeared. Bernice expected him to spank her quick and sharp like he
did last time.

****

Leon
ran his
hand all over her ass. He felt her tense each time he left her butt. She was
waiting for her spanks. He refused to give in to her expectations. This was his
punishment, and by the time he was finished he wanted her begging him for a
release. In some cases a spanking was designed to punish a sub, but in some
instances it could be a prelude to sex. He wouldn’t fuck Bernice. Not yet. He
wanted to get to know her better.

Her cheeks
were so round. Last night he hadn’t gotten the chance to enjoy the feel of her.
He ran his fingers then his hand in a path around the heart shape perfections
of her butt. Staring down, he saw her creamy cunt glistening at him along with
the puckered hole of her ass. He’d bet every penny he owned she’d never been
fucked in the ass. Soon, he’d take her ass, but for now, he wanted her to get
more accustomed to him.
Leon
wanted everything from her.

He knew he
was a selfish bastard. No other man would touch her at the club the moment he
laid claim to her. He had gone to the library to speak with her over his books
and to see if there was any competition for her affections.

Shaking
his head to clear his thoughts, he raised his palm. Bernie didn’t tense on his
legs, so he brought his palm down on her ass. The sound of flesh against flesh
echoed around the room. Bernie yelped, tensed, and then relaxed on his legs.

There was
nothing better than using his hands on her ass. He felt the smack on his palm
and saw the delightful sight of his hand print on her gorgeous, round ass. The
sight of the print on her pale cheek sent his cock pulsing with renewed need.
The tip leaked pre-cum into his pants.
Leon
didn’t care.

“That’s
it, baby,” he said, landing his hand down a second and a third time. He made
sure to land each blow on a new part of her ass. If he kept to the same cheek
and the same angle he’d bruise her.
Leon
didn’t want to bruise her.
Their punishment wouldn’t be about marking the body. Maybe with time, she’d
take to spanking a little better. Her natural submissive side always caught him
off guard.
Leon
needed to keep reminding himself she was a newbie.

Time would
bring the relationship he wanted.

The blows
landed until he’d done ten slaps of his palm. Her whole body was shaking. He
ran his fingers through her slit feeling her dripping wet. Bernie was turned
on. Her body shook, but she was hotter than hell.

“I’ve got
you, baby.
Almost done.”

Her fist
gripped the fabric of his jeans on his legs. Her knuckles were white. “You’re
doing really well, sweetheart.”

My woman, my sub.
My everything
.

There was
no way he was letting her go. He’d fight tooth and nail to have her for
himself. He was damn sure of it.

Leon
reached
for the paddle. He felt the treated wood in his hand. If he didn’t use it
correctly, he’d hurt her.

She lay
relaxed across his legs. He felt the weight of her, the trust in the way she
lay on him.
Leon
knew he’d gladly spend the rest of his life feeling the weight of her trust in
him. He raised the paddle and brought it down on the flesh of her ass. She
screamed long, hard, and loud.
Leon
moved the paddle out of the way to check the colour of her ass. She was red and
could take another few hits.

Rubbing
her ass after the first hit,
Leon
made sure to cover her ass across the width with the paddle. It made it awkward
for him with the angle, but it wouldn’t hurt her ass as much. Also, he made
sure to hold back with the punishment.

Leon
wanted
her wet and panting, not to have her begging to be released from her contract.

 
Two more short sharp hits with the paddle and
Leon
had enough. She’d taken her punishment without much protest. For a newbie she’d
excelled. He put the paddle on the counter then reached for the ointment he’d
gotten from his playroom.

“It’s
okay, baby. Your punishment is all over now. You did wonderful,” he said.
Leon
soothed her with words while he worked the cap open on the ointment. This was
the part he enjoyed the most. He loved being in control, but taking a sub in
his arms to soothe her was the best part. At least it was to him. Some of the
Doms
at Kink only got pleasure out of the punishment.

He shoved
thoughts of the club to the back of his mind. Bernie held all of his attention.
Leon
made sure to use plenty of ointment over her ass. He’d not bruised or hurt her
ass, but he was treating her as part of her after care. Another reason was the
fact he loved her ass, and any excuse to keep his hands on the juicy, round
globes was a bonus in his book.

When he
was satisfied with her ass, he eased her up in his lap. She curled around him,
her legs over his as her head lay on his chest.

He stroked
her hair while his other hand held her back. Her whole body shook with the sobs
she was expressing. He’d expected the emotion. For any man or woman, taking
their first punishment from a Dom was an emotional experience.

“I’ve got
you, baby.” He held her refusing to let her go. The nipple clamps she wore
would need to be removed soon.
 
O
Ooooooooo
therwise
, her
nipples would hurt badly. He loved her nipples and wanted his lips on them most
of the time. If he made them sore by his lack of assertion, he’d kick himself
later.

“Could you
lift up, baby? I need to remove the clamps.” She sat up giving him access to
her tits. “That’s a good girl.” He removed the first clamp, expecting her to
wince. She cried out, her hand going between her thighs to touch her clit.
Leon
quickly removed the second clamp. “I didn’t give you permission to play with
your sweet pussy,” he said, taking her hand from her sweet cunt.

She
whimpered, her hand gripping her thigh in a death grip.

“I’ll ease
you, sweetness.”

Leon
took the
ointment then caressed each nipple as he applied the cream. She cried out. Her
nipples were large, and he could only imagine how sensitive they’d feel to her.
Some of the subs had told him they could find release by having their nipples
played with in clamps and other devices.

From the
reaction of his Bernie, he’d bet she was the same. Her head went back against
his chest. Once he’d finished with her treatment, he lay back with her in his
arms. He closed his eyes, absorbing her scent and the feel of her in his arms.

“You did
really good, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

“I wasn’t
silent,” she said.

“Some
Doms
would require silence during a punishment, but I
hadn’t asked you to do it.” To do so would have been cruelty on his part. He
wanted to hear her screams.

“Thank
you.”

“For what?”

“Giving me a chance.”

Baby, you have no idea how many chances I’m
willing to give you.

Leon
didn’t
say a word. He stroked her thigh, knowing she deserved a release of her own.
The shaking in her whole body had subsided.