Bound for Christmas

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  Copyright© 2012 Sam Crescent

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-210-4

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  I just want to take the time to say that Bound for Christmas (Club Kink) is a work of fiction. This story has nothing to do with real BDSM clubs, circumstances, or rules. This story is from my imagination and the characters are entirely fictional. Please, if you intend to explore this lifestyle, research greatly before you do.

  Please, be safe in all things.

  Sam

  BOUND FOR CHRISTMAS

  Club Kink

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  Leon Butters watched the other submissives within the club prepare his woman for him. Her training would soon begin, and he couldn’t wait to get started. She’d never been with another Dom before him. He’d be her first and only if he had his way. The submissive in question was Bernice Rowe. She worked at the local library, and he’d had his eye on her for some time. The moment she’d entered the exclusive BDSM club, appropriately titled Kink, on the outskirts of the city he’d been hooked on her. She had a wave of innocence about her that called to the most protective part of himself. Leon wanted to protect and claim her as his own.

  He wanted to know everything about her. His hand fisted at his side. The desire to reach out and touch her was too intense. Leon held himself back. Losing control would not do well for his reputation. Every Dom at Kink needed to show the ability to keep themselves together in front of all their subs.

  This was his and Bernice’s initiation. He had the full Christmas period in order to make her his. What they did at club Kink was to try to match a needy sub with the right Dom. For the last six months he’d been trying to gain Bernice’s attention and even put in a bid to win her from the other unattached Doms in Kink.

  She had become a prize amongst the Doms with her long, silky blond hair that fell down to her waist. The locks would look delightful wrapped around his wrist as he pulled her closer. Bernice had a larger figure than most of their subs. Her tits were large, more than a generous handful, and they were pert. He’d seen her on display many times when they’d requested participation from their practising subs.

  There was a murmur throughout the club, and then Tyler raised his arms. The giving ceremony was about to begin. Leon didn’t know how other clubs handled the giving of subs, but at Kink it all had to be done to Tyler’s protocol. Every ceremony needed to be in front of witnesses along with a ten page contract, signed and sealed before the main event. It was like a marriage only without a church and the commitment afterward.

  Some Doms preferred to train a sub without any thought of a relationship afterward. He’d done it himself in other situations. With Bernice, he wanted more. By the end of the three week initiation period, Leon wanted to claim her as his wife.

  The feelings inside him were intense. He refused to be guided by anything else. Over the years he’d lost everything important to him by going with his head. Leon knew it wasn’t conventional. Most men led with their heads instead of their hearts. He was different and more than willing to accept that.

  “Bernice Rowe, do you promise to listen to your Master and follow his instructions completely, unless your safe word is spoken?” Tyler asked.

  Leon had zoned out through most of the words. He’d attended so many of these initiation ceremonies that he could recite them by heart without much effort.

  “Yes, Sir,” Bernice said. The tone of her voice went straight to his dick. She held every single note of a submissive. He couldn’t wait to get started. The cabin he’d picked to spend his Christmas was in the middle of nowhere. He knew there would be a thick layer of snow fall soon, and the whole place was fitted with all the necessary equipment and amenities he’d need for the duration. By the end of the three weeks, he wanted her filled with nothing but him.

  Her safe word was the cutest thing, Daffodil. A gorgeous, springtime flower. How could he not find that adorable?

  “Leon, do you promise to take care of your sub and give her everything she needs from pleasure to punishment?” He agreed to the terms.

  “You may take her.”

  He knew everything was in place because Bernice’s safety was the primary concern. There was no way Tyler would risk the reputation of the club for anyone. They were all checked before they became Doms. It was more like trying to audition for a job than something he took part in outside of work. Being a Dom at Kink was not considered a hobby. It was part of you.

  Leon knew he was a dominant. Always had been and always would be. He needed to be in charge of every aspect, including his women. They answered to him. He didn’t share what was his. Yes, he’d witnessed threesomes with other people but never took part himself. He could not let go and allow another man to satisfy what was his.

  Women were not to be shared. They were to be desired and seduced. He wanted Bernice in the privacy of their cabin so he could show her exactly what he meant by pleasure.

  “Then, rise,” Tyler said to Bernice. She rose. Her glorious tits shook with each of her indrawn breaths. The desire to reach out and cup one of those mounds was intense. He fisted his hand by his side to stop himself from screwing this up. If Tyler didn’t think he was in control then Bernice would be sent home without being allowed in the club again. Considering they were supposed to be a bunch of kinksters, they had a lot of rules to follow.

  Tyler took her hand then placed it within his. The action was very similar to a marriage ceremony of a father giving the groom his daughter.

  “You’ll earn a collar, and I wish you both a very Merry Christmas. I’ll see you for the new year.”

  The audience clapped their hands. Leon no longer cared. Bernice was staring at him with her gorgeous blue eyes, and he was lost.

  “Are you ready?” he asked. Her hand shook within his. Her eyes never left his as her tongue peeked out to lick her lips. He wanted her tongue wrapped around his dick. There was so much for him to share with her. He didn’t want to waste a moment of their three weeks together.

  ****

  That was it? She’d waited six months to give herself to Leon, and that was all it took. Glancing at the clock above the bar along the far wall she saw it had taken less than twenty minutes to become his sub. She’d been practising this moment for the last few weeks. Bernice had even begun to exercise so that her body would be a little decent to look at. Her belly was rounder than most of the women who frequented the club. She knew her size made her stand out a little too much.

  “Now that you’re mine, I can do what I want with you, and I want you to cover up.” Leon let go of her hand for a split second to remove his full-length jacket. He wrapped the jacket around her shoulders. The length fell to her ankles covering all of her naked body.

  “Thank you.”

  “I know you, baby. You’re not one to be naked in front of a room full of people even though you do try to test my willpower.” He rubbed her shoulders. The action soothed her more than she thought possible.

  She gazed down at the floor. All her practice deserted her at having his
hands on her. He visited the library, where she worked, three times a week. The only touch between them occurred when she took his books off him. The staring would continue for however long he stood in the library. She always felt the compulsion to look at him, a compulsion that had quickly turned into an obsession. He became the highlight of her day and the best part of her week.

  Her fascination was what had led her to giving herself as a sub at the club. When she’d visited the club six months ago and had seen him helping with a scene, she’d known the only way to gain his attention was to become what he wanted. It helped that she’d been submissive all of her life. She’d never had a Dom before. What she had was a friend who worked behind the bar at weekends. Her friend had to get her into the place and discussed everything she needed to know to gain Leon’s attention.

  The lifestyle appealed to her far more than she hoped. Giving herself over to Leon and having him take care of her filled her with so much longing she didn’t know how she was able to stand.

  Bernice knew it was against modern traditions for a woman to be kept safe by a man. Admittedly, it was a radical change for her devoting herself personally and sexually to a man. She wanted it. Bernice knew she needed it. The control would help her gain her own independence in life. She wanted to take care of him. To be part of something bigger than herself. All her family were dead. Her parents had died in a fire when she was twelve. After living with her auntie until she turned eighteen, she’d had no one in the world, no one to care for her or love her.

  She didn’t know how Leon felt about her. There was attraction between them. She hoped for her own sake and sanity there was a hell of a lot more.

  “Do you want to leave?” he asked.

  Bernice nodded. She didn’t trust her voice. The excitement threatened to take over. The last thing she needed was to look immature in front of him. Leon showed his control through his actions. He was an experienced Dom and greatly respected as well. “Let me give our location to Tyler and contact information, and then we’ll hit the road.”

  “I don’t have any clothes with me,” she said. Her clothes had been left at home. Barring the coat she’d worn to the club, she didn’t have anything else.

  “You don’t need anything. I take care of what is mine, Bernie, and that means you.” He leaned over and kissed her head. Her heart raced from the simple action. She didn’t know what to make of his kiss.

  He took her hand. Together they moved around the club to where Tyler stood. His wife sat at his feet. Bernice saw the owner was rubbing his fingers through her hair. She wondered if Leon would take that kind of time with her.

  “Are you leaving?” Tyler asked.

  “Yes.”

  “See you in three weeks, and, Leon, be good.” She watched Leon nod his head, and then they were heading out of the club.

  Bernice pulled on his hand to stop him. “May I say goodbye to my friend?”

  “Who’s your friend?”

  She pointed to the woman near the pool table. Sandra wasn’t working that night. She’d offered to be a witness to help her be calm during the ceremony. Leon let her hand go for a split second as she walked toward her friend. Sandra waited, a small frown of concern on her face.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked.

  “I wanted to say goodbye.”

  “Damn it, Bernice. You shouldn’t have let him go. Those are the rules.”

  “He said I could say goodbye to you.”

  “And you’ve done it and need to go back to him. This may have earned you a punishment.” Sandra hugged her close. Bernice felt the anticipation of the potential punishment. What would Leon do to her? “Don’t worry. Leon is a good master. He’s one of the best, if not the best, Dom at Kink.”

  “Thank you. I’ll give you a call when I can.”

  “Don’t fret, honey. I hope you’re too damn busy to worry about me. I’m a big girl and can take care of myself. Go and enjoy your Christmas. I’ll see you when you get back.”

  Bernice hugged her friend one last time before going straight back to Leon. She made sure her head was bowed and showed him her submissive pose to try to soothe any stinging punishment.

  Leon led her outside to his waiting car. He helped her inside the passenger seat. She reached for the seat belt to fasten herself into. He moved her hand out of the way as he leaned over and secured her in safely. She’d never had someone devote so much time to her.

  “You’re my woman now. I’ll take care of everything for you.” He kissed her head once again then closed her door.

  Her hands shook as Sandra’s words invaded her mind. Had she upset him?

  He got in the other side. She watched him put his seat belt on then start the car. Words left her. What did she say? Most of their conversation had been about books. Conversations? More like one word answers. What on earth could she talk about?

  “Stop over-thinking this,” he said.

  “How do you know what I’m thinking?”

  “You’re frowning. You’re wondering what to talk about. Tell me how you’re feeling and what you’re thinking.” He put the head lights on and then pulled out onto the road. The roads had been treated so the snow was reserved to the pavements. She knew one big heavy snowfall and they’d be sunk under a mountain of snow. Or at least it would feel like a mountain of snow.

  “I’m nervous. Sandra, my friend, said I shouldn’t have left you, and I’ve earned a punishment from you.” She ran her fingers through her hair trying to calm her nerves.

  Bernice had wanted Leon for some time but wanting and actually having were two different things. She was scared of what the wanting might mean to her.

  “First, you either call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ when you speak to me. I know there are many different rules for the Dominants. I want to hear your voice, and I won’t ban you from speaking to me. And the second, I never want you to keep your fears to yourself. I always want to know what is going on in that mind of yours.” He tapped her knee while keeping his gaze on the road in front of them.

  “Will I be getting a punishment, Master?”

  “No, I understand why you searched for your friend. Anyone else might have punished you, but I don’t feel the need to. Sit back and relax. We’ve got a few hours’ drive before we reach my cabin.”

  Bernice eased the seat back until she was lying back enough to sleep. The coat she wore smelt like the man at her side. Her whole body hummed with approval at having his scent surround her. She wanted to be surrounded by him for the rest of her life.

  She closed her eyes allowing the exhaustion of the day to take over. The hum of the car eventually sent her to sleep.

  Chapter Two

  Leon pulled up outside his cabin. A layer of snow had fallen during his drive. He was pleased to have fitted his car with the chain for extra grip on the road. Bernice was curled up in the car against the window pane. She looked so peaceful. His jacket that she wore had opened through the journey, exposing a length of her thigh. The pale creaminess of her skin tempted him. His palm ached with the need to reach out and touch her.

  He turned his attention back on the road. The last thing he wanted to do was to crash the car because of his lack of concentration. In order to keep his sanity he’d covered her leg without touching her skin.

  Parking the car, Leon glanced over at the perfection of her face. His heart pounded inside his chest. This was going to be the best Christmas of his life.

  He grabbed his cell phone and dialled Tyler’s number.

  “You’re there in one piece?” Tyler asked the moment he picked up the phone.

  “Yes, I’ll call you in case of any emergencies.”

  “That’s fine. I know you’ve fitted out your cabin with all the necessities, and I’m not talking about the whips and chains. Take care, have fun, and I’ll see you before the New Year.”

  Leon nodded. The wreath on the front door of the cabin looked great against the dark wood.

  “Thank you for doing this for me,
man.”

  “You’re the one who told me she’s the one. I believe you, and I’d never come between true love. Merry Christmas, buddy. I hope it works out well.”

  They ended the call as Bernice came ‘round. She stretched, pressing the whole of her body against his jacket. The outline of those gorgeous breasts and full hips made his mouth water.

  “Are we here?” she asked. Her voice was filled with the confusion of sleep.

  “Yes, we are, baby. Did you have a good sleep?”

  She turned to look at him, a small smile playing along her lips. “The best.”

  He wanted to know what her smile meant. Had she been dreaming about him? The anticipation of getting her inside was killing him. He didn’t want to rush or appear out of control.

  “This is your place, Master?” she asked.

  His title went straight to his dick. She remembered what to call him.

  “Yes. Are you ready to go inside?”

  She nodded her head.

  Leon got out of the car first and went to the trunk to grab the bags he’d packed for their stay. He’d spent the time to shop, purchasing items for her. She remained in the car until he got round to her side. He put the straps of the bags on his shoulders and then opened the door for her.

  He took her hand leading her up to the front door. The wreath glowed on their approach. He’d looped some sensory lights designed to glow near movement. Leon loved them, and from the look on her face, so, too, did Bernice.

  “Do you like Christmas?” he asked. He had loved the festive season ever since he was a little boy.