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.
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Her nipples were on fire. The clamps stung. She wanted to tear them off her breasts, but then she’d get even worse. Then the burning pain shot through her whole body. Her clit swelled. She rubbed her legs together feeling the pleasure shake her entire body. His touch sent off electric signals all around her. She was sensitive to the slightest touch.
“Do you feel the change?” he asked.
“I ache everywhere, Master.”
He turned her so her back was to him. “Every part of you is sensitive?”
“Yes, it is more than I can stand.”
Leon chuckled. The vibrations went straight to her cunt. She was on fire with the need to climax.
His hands moved down the sides of her body. She whimpered then cried out as his hands slapped either side of her thighs. “Did I say you could play with yourself?”
“I’m not.”
Another short sharp slap to her thigh. She cried out then moaned as her legs scissored for more contact with her clitoris.
“You’re building up your punishments here, baby. Address me properly with my title unless I tell you otherwise.”
“I’m sorry, Master.” She wanted to sob and beg him to make her come all at the same time.
“Good.” His hands moved round to the front of her thighs. She felt him move down her body until he split her legs open. The contact she’d gained with her clit was lost.
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?
