Bound for Christmas (11 page)

“Sometimes
you’re going to have to trust me.”

“How did
you know I’d even like it?”

“It was
how I tasted it. Some foods you need to close your eyes in order to rid
yourself of the potential disaster.”

She shook
her head.
Leon
was like a kid in a candy store. The more he got her to try, the harder it was
for her to trust him. Most of the food she tried she enjoyed, even though she’d
refused to ever try them.

“I think
that is it for today. I’ve got some stuff for us to decorate the cabin with and
some food.” He took her hand leading her back to the car. Night had fallen
while they’d been out. She’d had so much fun she hadn’t noticed the passage of
time. The parking lot was almost empty. A few stray cars were parked in odd
spaces.

He put his
parcels in the trunk of the car then assisted her in getting inside the car.
She didn’t argue as he put on her seatbelt and shut the door. Seconds later he
climbed in his side. In no time at all, they were on the main road going in the
direction of the cabin.

“There is
a warning for more snowfall. Sometimes it can cut out the communication. I’ll
cook dinner, and you can call your friend.”

The radio
spoke of the impending snow storm. She kept her gaze on the passing scenery.
She couldn’t see much as it was pitch black. Her thoughts were dominated by the
man at her side. He looked so calm and in control. She wondered what he did
with his life. What did he enjoy doing in his spare time? Kink was only one
part of him. She wanted to know all the little details that made him up.

“I can
hear you thinking all the way over here,” he said.

“Sorry, I
just have so many questions.”

“We’ll
have time to answer them all.”

She
smiled.

He pulled up to the cabin. She waited in the
car as he grabbed the bags from the trunk of the car. Bernice saw him move up
to the cabin and put the bags on the other side of the front door before coming
to get her.

She smiled as he opened her door, leaned in
then unbuckled her seatbelt. She found his care and attention charming. The
cold seeped into her bones. He walked her up to the door. The moment they were
inside he locked the world away.

“I’ll get you the phone.”

“Can I keep my clothes on?” she asked.

He took the hat and gloves from her then
removed the jacket. “Yes.”

Leon
took her hand,
steering her to the sitting room. He put a few lights on as he passed. “Make
yourself comfortable. I’ll grab the phone.”

She sat down on the couch, which reminded her
of her punishment earlier in the day. Bernice snuggled down, allowing the
warmth of the cabin to do its work.
Leon
came in with his cell phone.
“Take as long as you need.”

Bernice thanked him,
then
dialled Sandra’s number. It took several minutes for the call to go through.

“Hello,” Sandra said the moment she picked up.

“Hi, are you still my friend?”

There was some rustling about, then the sound
of a light being turned on. “Of course I’m still your friend. I didn’t expect
you to know the rules that I’d broken in getting you to find true love.”

“Thank you, Sandra. They’ve not given you a
hard time?” she asked.

“Not really. They’ve assigned a Dom to me for
my punishment.”

“Which one?”
Bernice
knew her friend liked one Dom in particular. She curled her legs under her. The
sound of pots clattering made her turn in the direction of the kitchen.
Leon
was putting the decorations back on the floor so he could take the food he got
out of the bags.

“Master Andrew.”

Bernice smiled. “How are you and the guy you
crave getting on?”

“Not well. I don’t think he likes me all that
much.”

“Please, I bet he adores you.”

“You wouldn’t be thinking that if you saw how
he reacted to me.”

She smiled hearing the sarcasm in her friend’s
voice. “How is life as a training sub?”

Another quick glance at
Leon
, and her heart hammered inside
her chest. “Perfect. I never knew how amazing this could be, Sandra.”

“I guess he’s close by.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve heard that
Leon
has some control issues. He
likes to be the one giving out the orders in most parts of his life, not just
at the club.
 
Anyway, he’s treating you
good?”

“Better than good.
I know
this is lame, but I feel like a princess. He opens doors and buckles my seat
belt.” She giggled, feeling like a teenage girl. “He dressed me this morning.”

“Possessive much?”

“I like it, Sandra. I don’t think he’s
possessive, more attentive.” Bernie lowered her voice so only the woman on the
line could hear her.
   

“Is he the one?” Sandra asked.

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’ve never felt so sure about anything in my
life.” Bernie turned back to look at him. He smiled at her. The look on his
face made her heart ache for more of him. “He proposed to me.”

There was a squeal on the other end of the
phone. “He proposed. Oh my God, that has to be a Kink first. This is amazing.
Most of the guys don’t propose until after their woman has a collar or at least
are about to be handed over to another guy. This is huge, Bernice.”

Bernie laughed at the excitement she heard in
her friend’s voice. “I know. I can’t believe it. He asked me this morning. I’d
have called first thing, but I didn’t have a phone or any other way.”

“Hey, this is your bonding period or whatever.
I knew it. I told you he didn’t go to the library for all those books he took
out. He’d got it bad, girl.”

“He wants me to meet his family.”

“This is the kind of stuff you watch in
Christmas movies. I’m so happy for you. So, have you finally been with him?”

“No, we haven’t gone too far. I don’t care.
He’s amazing, Sandra. I’m so happy.”

Leon
handed her a mug of
hot chocolate. “Tell her about the impending snowfall.”

She nodded her head watching him walk away.

“You may not hear from me for a few days.”

“How come?”

“The snow due to fall could cut through
communication.”

“No problem. I’ll wait for you back at the
club.”

They talked for several more minutes, and then
Sandra yawned. “I need to go and get some more beauty sleep.”

“You know it’s early, right?”

“I know, but part of my punishment is being
with Master Andrew until late at the club. I try to get in a couple of hours
when I can.”

“Okay, sleep tight.”

“You, too.”

Bernice ended the call then moved over to the
kitchen.
Leon
was just grabbing the boxes of decorations to put back on the table.

“Do you want me to help decorate the cabin?”
she asked.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

She nodded her head. “Yes, I’d like to feel the
Christmas season with you.”

“Good.” He opened up several boxes on the
table. “We have tinsel, fairy lights, and streamers.”

“I’m going to carry them for you. I’ve not
decorated a house ever. My folks only ever had a tree.”

“Then you’re about to be taught by the master.”

“Master?”

“Yep, you’ll see my skills are varied.” He
leaned over the table kissing her lips.

“I never expected us to be like this.”

“Like what? Kissing and cuddling.”

“The books I’ve read don’t always make for the
most romantic of reading,” she said.

“Then you’ve been reading from the wrong
books.”

“Tell me, teach me.”

“All in good time, baby.”

He lifted the box of tinsel then moved to the
windows. She followed him around as he went back to grab a second box. “I have
a nativity scene that I like to put in the window surrounded by tinsel.”

“Then I’ll help.”

She opened the box, pulled out some tinsel and
the figurines he’d need to set up the nativity.

“What did you mean I’ve been reading the wrong
books?” she asked.

“I know the whole BDSM life style has had a lot
of good and bad press. You
know,
the whole kinky thing
with government officials.”

Bernice nodded her head, biting her lip to stop
herself from laughing. She’d read some reports online about a female Dom
whipping businessmen and other bits. All she’d gotten from the reading was the
humour. Everyone had a life, and she didn’t see the reason why someone’s
private life needed to go public.

“I’m not going to go into the many variations
that this lifestyle can go for couples. I’ll tell you about my lifestyle choice
and what I want and how I see the future for us.”

“I’d like that.” She handed him some more
tinsel then the final figurine.

“I like control. I don’t know why, and I’ve
never been interested in some stranger trying to analyse me. There is nothing I
like more than the thought of caring about a woman, so completely. Trust is
something a child gives to many people, and as we grow that trust begins to
grow harder to get. I like building trust. I see it in your eyes. You know your
punishment is necessary, but you also know I will never hurt you.”

“Why do I like punishment?” she asked.

“I can’t tell you why, Bernie. All I know is
your pussy was dripping wet when I spanked you with my hand then the paddle.”

“I don’t want any other man close to my body,”
she said, making sure he knew she only wanted him.

“I know, baby. That’s what makes you completely
mine. I don’t share what’s mine.” He took the tinsel off her. “All I ask is
that you trust me. If you defy me then there will be consequences. I’ll punish
you,
test your limits to see what you like physically and
sexually. This is all about us learning what we like. Sometimes, we don’t allow
ourselves to be open sexually and close ourselves off from what we like. With
our relationship, we’ll be honest and trust each other with our desires and
fantasies.”

Leon
went back to the
kitchen to grab some fairy lights. She held them as he placed them through the
hoops around the window. Bernice stood back as he turned the lights on.

“Beautiful,” he said. His arms circled her
waist, his chin resting on the top of her head.

“It looks amazing,
Leon
.”

“This is for us.”

“Who will cook the dinner? The turkey breast I
cooked was dry and overcooked.”

“I’ll do everything, baby. I promise.”

She smiled, leaning back against him, enjoying
the love of the moment. “Go and lean over the kitchen table. I want your ass in
the air and your face on the table.”

Bernice glanced at the floor and did what he
said without hesitation. She leaned over the kitchen table, turning her face to
the side. Her ass was in the air, granted, but it was covered by the tights and
dress she wore.

Her senses were on high alert. She tried to
hear his feet hitting the floor. There were no sounds. She closed her eyes to
try to calm her beating heart. A few choice words from her Master, and her
world
was
in a spin.

She felt her cream soaking her panties, and the
rush of arousal making it hard for her to think straight.

All too soon, her body was shuddering with
frustrated need, and then his hands were on her body. She whimpered in
gratitude. The wait for him took too long.

“You’re shaking, baby. I bet you’re soaking wet
and begging for my cock.”

She licked her lips. Bernice knew she’d do
anything he asked as long as he eased the ache inside her pussy.

His hand moved over her ass. “I love this ass.
So full and tempting.”

Bernice gasped when he landed a hit on her
covered buttock. She closed her eyes to try to contain her begging. If he
wanted her on her hands and knees before him, she’d gladly do it.

Her dress was pulled up over her ass. The
fabric moved, making her aware of the change. She didn’t care about her ass
being in the air. Bernice wanted him so much more.

“Please,” she said. She heard the whimper in
her own voice. The desperation and need filled her to the core.