Bound for Christmas

By Sam Crescent

They rarely spoke. They only touched hands. Until now.

Bernice Rowe has been fascinated by the man who regularly visits the library where she works. They never speak and only stare at each other. When she learns that her mystery man is one of the dominant men at Club Kink, she makes a choice to become a submissive.

Master Leon has been visiting the library for one reason—Bernice. He wants her desperately but knows his desires are not for everyone. When Leon finds her at the club he makes sure everyone knows she is his submissive.

He takes her away and starts her training. Leon is determined to make her his woman in time for Christmas. Neither know how the other feels, and it looks like it is going to be a Christmas to remember for both of them.

Be Warned: sex toys, spanking, BDSM, public exhibition

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Dec 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9781771302104

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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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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