Read Bound for Christmas Online
Authors: Sam Crescent
He liked to be in control, and he knew when
being in control was taken too far.
his desire and needs as well as have her own independence on her own life. He
never wanted to break her down until she resembled a shell of her former self.
Her training was going well.
was only a matter of time before he took her to the playroom to show her
everything he owned. Their playtime would come the longer they were together.
Before they did anything too intense, he wanted his ring on her finger.
She wore the harness without complaint even
though their touching was no longer enough. He felt the difference inside her.
Her orgasm was no longer as strong as it used to be. Within days she’d grown to
need more of him. Bernie was an insatiable little sub. He couldn’t wait to test
how strong her limits were.
His family were looking forward to his visit
home. When the cell service had finally gotten back, he’d called them to warn
his folks beforehand he’d be bringing a female companion. The shock he’d heard
when he’d told them he had asked Bernie to marry him was priceless. He wished
he’d have been there to see their reactions.
When her training was not dominating the day,
out for walks around the cabin. There were several built a few miles away. He
loved wrapping his arms around her shoulders as they walked. Bernie would
snuggle in close to him. The moments always felt so special to him. At night,
after he’d inserted each new harness with a bigger cock, he’d sit with his arms
wrapped around her and read a story from the collection he had.
The cabin could house a television, but when he
took the time to go to his cabin, he liked the solitude it gave him. He also
found being with Bernie was more fun than watching television. The closeness
developing between them was evidence of their increased time together.
Slowly, day by day,
He found out about her childhood and what it was like growing up. She was
intelligent and could have any job in the world. What he loved about her more
was how happy being surrounded by books made her.
“Family?” he asked. “What are your thoughts on
family?” He knew he wanted a big family, to have several children running around
and chaos to take over every room. He was completely insane for wanting it.
He’d grown up in a similar circumstance with his own parents. Being part of so
many siblings should have put him off. If anything, it made him want a big
family more. He wasn’t used to such a quiet life. There were times in his life
for quiet while at others, the need for loud music that drowned out the world
was a necessity.
“I’d like a big family. I hate being alone.”
Her words had filled his heart with so much
love and sadness he hadn’t known how to respond.
vowing to love her for the rest of his life. Christmas was a time for miracles,
and Bernie was the miracle he’d been waiting for.
When only three nights were left until
Christmas Eve, Bernie asked for some time alone to wrap presents.
alone in his bedroom as he went to his playroom. He had intended to wait until
Christmas day to show her to the playroom, but the time to take her inside the
playroom was now.
He turned on the light and gazed at all the
equipment. Would she run away in fear?
allow his own fear to rule his one chance at happiness. His cell phone buzzed
in his pocket. He checked the screen to see who was dialling. It was
“Hi,
How are you doing?”
“I’m doing great. I just wanted to let you know
we have everything ready for the ceremony on Boxing Day before you go to your
folks’ place. Do you really think she’ll be ready to give herself to you?”
“She agreed to marry me. I’ll call if there are
any changes. This is what I want,
“I know. This is just too surreal. I mean what
do you guys know about each other?”
what he did,
“We know enough. Sometimes being with someone
you love is not about the amount of time you spend with each other.”
“Leon, man, your time together is based on you
handing books in at a library.”
“And how long did it take you to realise your
wife was the one for you?”
There was silence on the other end of the line.
“I worry about you, man. You’re a friend, and
I’d hate to see you hurt.”
“Bernie is the one. I don’t need hundred of
dates or sexual situations to know she’s the one for me. I love her with my
whole heart. She is all I think about.”
He turned around to face the door. Bernie stood
staring at him. There were tears in her eyes. “I’ve got to go,
a button ending the call.
“How much did you hear?” he asked.
“Enough.” She glanced around the playroom
before turning back to him. “You love me?”
Fuck, his heart was racing. There was no way he could have been wrong in what
he said. He loved her, and they were meant to be together.
“Yes, with my whole heart.” He took a step
closer to her. Relief swamped him when she did not take a step away from him.
“How do you feel about me?”
Her head tilted back as he moved closer to her.
She didn’t step back. Her hands were fisted at her sides.
“I feel the same way.”
her cheek. His heart was ready to burst from happiness.
“Are we freaks?” she asked.
“No,” he said. Tears threatened to fall from
his own
eyes. He caressed her full lip feeling like a
lovesick fool and relishing every moment of it. She loved him.
“Most people take days, weeks, months, or even
years.”
“We took
months. Don’t you feel it?” He put a hand over her heart feeling her heart
jump.
“Yes, I
feel connected to you. I never want to be apart from you.”
He leaned
down, taking her lips in a soul-searing kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck.
They were engaged and in love. This was his Christmas miracle. His happiness
was guaranteed with this woman.
back, smiling down at her like a fool.
“What is
this room?” she asked. Her head rested against his own. He rubbed his own eyes
to rid the tears. Taking her hand, he pulled her inside.
“This is
my playroom.”
No matter
what happened, he was in love with her. He’d do everything to keep her with
him. Even give up this, if he had to.
Chapter Twelve
Bernice
stared at their joined hands.
He loves me. He loves me.
Her whole
world shone brighter knowing that small piece of information. When she’d heard
him talking to himself, she had wandered downstairs curious at who he was
talking to.
words and defended his feelings, she was lost to everything else. She’d seen
the playroom and anything she’d thought about the room had disappeared at his
confession.
He loves me. He loves me.
She wanted
to jump up and down. Her smile refused to leave her face. He took her hand
moving her further into the room.
Focus, Bernice, focus.
“How many subs have you brought here?” she asked.
“None.
This is
my own place. I trained other subs at the club. This is my domain, Bernie.”
There was so much stuff along the walls. There
were two big treasure chests along with a couple of shelves filled with other
equipment.
“Do you want to run and hide?” he asked.
Did she? She kept her hand firmly in his while
looking around the odd room. It certainly wasn’t the type of room you wanted
guests walking into or at the very least stumbling into.
She took him with her as she moved to the far
wall. “What are these?”
“That there is a leather designed whip.”
Bernice reached out and touched the leather. It
felt smooth to the touch. She wondered how it would feel against her butt and
legs.
“This one?”
“A wooden paddle.”
Bernice pointed out several whips, paddles, and
floggers. Her heart raced looking at each one. Which one would hurt the most?
Shaking her head, she moved around.
curiosity or her lack of submission, so she decided to explore as much as
possible.
She knew when his lack of control began to
affect him. He took her hand pointing out pieces of equipment.
“These are butterfly nipple clamps. Some can be
worn all day while others only for a few short minutes.”
time to point out each vibrator and dildo. The array of lubrication was enough
to make her head spin. He used flavours and even ones that would make her clit
tingle.
Wow
. There was
so much stuff to take in. Sandra had never even gotten to the point of
explaining a playroom. To her, the room looked more like a store cupboard, a
sexy, kinky store cupboard where only the most daring would ever wander into.
You’re
daring. Look at that bench over there. Just imagine him pushing you over and
spanking your ass until you couldn’t sit down. Would he take you from behind
and ride you hard?
She licked her lips. Her pussy was wet from the
thought of him taking her without any control.
“Why aren’t you running away screaming?” he
asked. The club showed a great deal of equipment, but a lot of that was confined
to specific playrooms. With Bernie being a newbie, there was no way for her to
see everything that a BDSM club possessed. His collection was an instant slap
in the face to anyone unprepared.
Bernice stared at him. He was tense. She knew
he was scared in case she ran off. Did he think this would scare her? She
wasn’t the most experienced when it came to BDSM, but damn it, she was here.
With her gaze on him, she removed the skirt and
blouse he’d dressed her in that morning. She liked him dressing her. The lack
of responsibility was amazing. She loved the control he took. Kicking off her
shoes, she knelt down before him. Her head bowed as she looked at his feet. Her
legs were parted displaying her pussy, or at least it would be displayed if she
wasn’t wearing the dildo. Her breasts thrust out but her head bent.
It was the pose he’d taught her, the one she’d
been practising while he took his night time shower.
“I’m yours to do with as you please, Master.”
Silence descended around them. She heard his harsh
breathing. The quick indrawn breath he took after her words.
What would he do?
Bernice yelped as he picked her up in his arms.
“Fuck, the first time I take you won’t be in my fucking playroom. It will be in
my bed.”
He carried her up to his room. The door to the
playroom was left open. Staring at the door it felt like she was looking at
Pandora’s box
. Had she just unleashed evil? No, the love she
felt for
her on.
and with quick movements he removed the dildo. She gasped as it slid out of her
body. The man before her was not a dominant but a man in love. She stared at
him with desire. His clothing hit the floor, and then he was on her. Bernice
wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back.
bed. His need pressed against her stomach. She didn’t care about the future.
Bernice knew they’d work through any problems.