Slave to Surrender by Sienna Stone & Charlene Hunt

Author:Sienna Stone & Charlene Hunt [Stone, Sienna & Hunt, Charlene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sienna Stone Publishing
Published: 2015-12-06T06:00:00+00:00

Christmas Bonus Story: Three French Beads

“Have a Merry Christmas!” The cute blonde who worked for the IT company on the fourth floor looked happy to be finally going out the door on Christmas Eve, and a little guilty because she knew that as the building security guards, Rafan and I wouldn’t be doing much celebrating tonight.

“Merry Christmas,” I said for the thousandth time that night, while my partner gave a friendly smile and wave.

Neither of us minded working the December 24th night shift, particularly given the impressive overtime we were collecting. Rafan had never celebrated Christmas, and I’d stopped even my token observance when my family turned its collective back on me after my “deviant” lifestyle came to light. Plus, the only person I would want to spend the holiday time with, Mistress Erica, was still on a redeye flight traveling from Paris. I would pick her up at the airport after my shift ended at six in the morning.

At the thought of my Mistress, my cock tried and failed to get hard in its silicone sheath. It had been two months since I’d been allowed to come, and I hoped that tomorrow would be the end of my trial. But then I pushed that thought aside; it wasn’t my place. The whole point of Erica acting as my keyholder was to give up control.

My thoughts were interrupted by a FedEx messenger entering the building. I immediately went to alert, and felt Rafan do the same beside me. There were companies in the building who could become the targets of either thieves or terrorists, and the fake messenger was a ploy that either group could use. Plus it was unlikely that there would be a delivery scheduled on Christmas Eve. The building had already pretty much emptied out.

But it turned out that the delivery guy wasn’t trying to gain access to any of the offices; the package was for me. My breath caught as I saw the familiar looping handwriting on the oversized padded envelope, spelling out my name. Curtis Brenson . It was something from my Mistress. Smaller block writing toward the bottom of the package labeled it as “personal.”

“Hmm, a personal package from Paris on Christmas Eve?” said Rafan with a smirk. “I’m guessing it’s time for your break.”

We were each allowed a 10 minute break every four hours, to be taken at random times. I tried to grin back but I was feeling a little shaky with excitement. Leave it to my Mistress to be able to stir me up from 3,000 miles away.

“Yeah, thanks man,” I said, striving to be casual. “I’ll be right back.”

At Rafan’s acknowledging wave, I hurried to the ground floor men’s room, locked myself into the handicap stall and sat down on the john. My hands were shaking as I pulled the tab that ripped open the top of the mailer. Inside was a small flat white box with Passage du Desir in blue script on the lid, and a square cream-color envelope.

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