A Slave for
Christmas
Bonnie Bliss
Holiday Doms;
Book 3
Genre: BDSM
Erotic Romance
Word Count: 17500
Book Description:
After
Kenny steps away from Brad and Millie, he makes the ultimate sacrifice for his
best friend. He takes not one bullet, but two for him in combat. Trapped in a
military hospital for the holidays, he forces Brad to go home to Millie for
Christmas. Reluctantly, Brad heads back to the states, leaving Kenny behind to
spend his first Christmas alone and in a bed.
What no
one expects, especially Kenny, is the tender care of a very sweet and
submissive nurse. Lindsey Williams has been caring for Kenny since he came in
injured. Old friends from high school days, Lindsey has no clue that Kenny is a
Sadist—looking for his perfect slave. After spending a long night Christmas Eve
talking, she discovers his secret. Only to be hiding something of her own. She
has been longing for a 24/7 Master/slave relationship since she realized the
level of her submission.
With
Christmas right around the corner. Lindsey has her heart set not only being his
naughty elf, but giving him a Christmas he is not soon to forget.
Disclaimer: This story shows a ‘total power exchange’ relationship, and may contain
content that is objectionable to some readers. There could be, but not limited
to acts of humiliation, orgasm denial, double penetration (by objects), BDSM
punishment and discipline, and is intended for readers over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
**Mature
Content**
Lindsey froze in mid fork lift.
Lindsey froze in mid fork lift.
She
thought she had blacked out for a moment. There is no possible way that she had
heard him correctly. He needed to whip a woman? Did he also need a woman on her
knees naked, head lowered in pose for him? God, she could feel her heart pounding
in her chest. For a moment she couldn’t breathe. It felt like time had stopped
while she just stared at him. Her fork with the thick mashed potatoes poised to
go into her still gaping mouth. Her eyes started to hurt. She wasn’t blinking,
and she noticed him shift uncomfortably. Before the moment passed she knew that
she had to get him back to that place. That needy place where he desired a
slave, a woman, and the hunger to inflict sadistic pain.
“You
want to what?” Her voice was hoarse.
Lindsey
placed her fork back on the plate lightly. Licking her lips she brushed a hand
through her loose bangs. Her long hair was pulled back in a braid. A messy
braid that left stray tendrils falling around her heart shaped face. Clearing
her throat, she looked down at her plate. He was laughing and making strange
noises from his throat to avoid the question.
His
throat made a sound to clear it, “Nothing, I was kidding.”
Her
shoulders slumped. She licked her lips before she dove into her mashed potatoes
again, annoyed that he was changing the subject.
“That’s
a shame,” she whispered. It was directed more as a silent comment.
“What?”
Her
head jerked up. Kenny was looking directly at her. His eyes bore into hers.
They glittered with mischief, desire, and—arousal. No, that couldn’t be it.
Though, she did notice the distinct gaze of Dominant that was hopefully looking
at a submissive woman. He looked eager in that moment. Lindsey’s body got
tight. Her nipples puckered under the thin green scrubs. The feel of her labia
swelling under the intensity of his gaze brought her out of reality and into
the fantasy that he could make her a dribbling idiot. Fear peaked at the
prospect of being shut down. She was so tired of men shooting her down. This
was a man that could have any woman he wanted. He probably did get any woman he
wanted. Slaves falling at his feet, kissing his shoes, and posing so
beautifully for him. That mattered. She was forever the submissive that just
oozed too much toppiness.
Toppiness?
Was
that even a word?
She
broke out of her silent musings and shook her head at him. Lifting the food
again to muffle the sound of her own voice, she quickly mumbled a nothing and
took a long drink of the beer.
“Oh
no little one, you will tell me.”
It
was a demand coated in a slight growl. Gooseflesh rose all over her flesh. Her
scalp even tingled from the way he commanded her. Then what he had just called
her crashed over her desire, and she was back in the reality that she lived in.
“Little
one, that’s funny.” She mocked. Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she took
another swig of beer.
She
needed to get drunk and wallow in her own self pity tonight. Lindsey knew if
she told him everything, he would laugh her out of the room and break it to her
how much her being submissive didn’t work. Just like every other man she met.
No Dom seemed, ‘Dom enough’ to take her on.
“With
the right training, you would make one hell of a submissive.”
Training.
It
was like a slap in the face. She hated that she came off so strong. Lindsey
knew that he would think she was a joke if she told him. Only one man so far
had taken on the challenge of breaking her. He could smell submission on her,
he had told her. That club back home, he was a Master Sergeant. Before that it
was a kid in high school, at a Senior party. The one lone guy in high school
that had wanted her, started to spank her as a ‘joke’, and…
“I’m
submissive!” She blurted out.
Cuff Me, Santa
Bonnie Bliss
Genre: M/M/M/F
Erotica
Word Count: 8705
Book Description:
Alex
never could leave her presents alone. Its Christmas time again and her boyfriend
has left her something naughty under the tree. Determined to try her new toy
out before everyone wakes up, she makes the couch her sexual playground. Come
midnight Alex hears a noise. Before long she’s no longer alone after Santa
arrives and together they create a Christmas neither will forget.
Full
of sexy Christmas cheer, this is one Christmas you are not soon to forget. Not
only will Alex have some Christmas magic, but Santa will get one heck of a gift
himself from the sultry Alex.
Disclaimer: This short
story contains adult content. Features one naughty but nice female, and a Santa
that is not from your Night Before Christmas. With the stockings hung by the
chimney with care, you will sure get a Merry Christmas to all, and to all a
good night.
Excerpt:
**Mature
Content**
She
giggled at her own thoughts before she hiked her legs up. Alex hadn’t even
bothered putting her PJ pants back on. Resting her heels on the edge of the
couch, the cool air in the room caressed the glistening seam of her now pulsing
cunt lips. She opened her mouth and started to suck the huge plastic cock,
readying it for her tight little hole. She may bang Bobby a lot but he was her
first boyfriend, and this was the biggest dick she had ever seen. Moaning as
she pushed the thick shaft in and out of her mouth. She popped it out and spit
on the head, using her tongue to spread the moisture all over the member.
Carefully,
she ran it up and down her sensitive labia. She used the flared head of the
fake cock to part her delicate folds and started to press. It stretched and
parted her pretty lips as she went in for more. She adjusted herself, pushing
her ass over the edge of the couch more. Her free hand reached down and rubbed
her engorged clit. With one final hard shove the pink cock was shafted fully
inside her.
“Oh
fuck me that feels so good!”
Just
as she started to get momentum with the toy a crash, a grunt, a hard thud, and
a billowing cloud of soot and ash filled the room. Leaving the menacing pussy
puncher inside her, she looked over. She had to blink a few times. There was no
possible way she was seeing what she saw—right?
His
pants down to his ankles, the protruding belly, the cherry red cheeks, and the
white beard. He was huge. That man was over six foot four. He was handsome
despite his size. Alex licked her lips. Her pussy clenched hard around the toy
as she looked at his huge cock. It stood straight to attention. God, was she
doing that to him?
“Um,
Santa?”
She
closed her legs, but didn’t pull out the toy...
About the
Author:
Bonnie Bliss is not just a willing submissive, but she is a
wife and a mother. By day, she is a busy, stay at home mother. At night, she is
a sultry storyteller. Her tastes go towards the dark and the extreme. She loves
to twist up fairy tales and sweet stories we all know and love. Her lust for
Dominance and submission has taken her into the dark inner workings of
Sadomasochism.
Bonnie is a native of Southern California, and says that everything in the Katy Perry song, California Girls is totally accurate. She has done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impressive part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—including as a Disney Princess. When she’s not writing, she is ordering too many custom bows for her daughter, baking the best cupcakes in the world, going to Disneyland, laying on a beach, and sometimes playing hockey for release.
Bonnie is a native of Southern California, and says that everything in the Katy Perry song, California Girls is totally accurate. She has done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impressive part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—including as a Disney Princess. When she’s not writing, she is ordering too many custom bows for her daughter, baking the best cupcakes in the world, going to Disneyland, laying on a beach, and sometimes playing hockey for release.
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