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  Submission Under the Mistletoe

  Yvette Hines

  Copyright © 2012 Yvette Hines

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Bear’s Gold

  Copyright © 2012, Yvette Hines

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  DEDICATION

  To the strong, confident and steadfast man in my life for you love and support. Always to my readers who enjoy my stories and continuously ask, “When is that next holiday BDSM story coming out?” To my writing Master Amy, thanks for cracking the whip and only saying 200 times, “How long is this story supposed to be?” For my writing partner who lets me text her at 5 a.m. and give my morning word count, here’s to another one. Last but never least, to Master Pam and all those in the community that allow me to share in their lives.

  Previous Works

  Santa’s Helper

  Speed Dating

  The Marriage Clause

  Holiday Affair

  Take This Man

  Golden Treasure

  Ho, Ho, Ho and a Dom

  Bet on a Mistletoe

  Making the Man

  Lady Justice

  Trusting St. Nick

  Shot at Love

  Internet Rebound

  Secured Heart

  On The Prowl

  Rescued Mate

  Heated Restraints

  Arrested Heart

  Prisoner of Desire

  Holiday Fantasy*

  Designed for Love (Reignited Anthology)

  We Go Together (Summer Loving Anthology)

  A Piece of Me

  A Gentle Christmas*

  The Club

  What White Boyz Desire

  By Invitation Only

  Cinnamon Buns

  To Have and To Hold

  Illicit Christmas

  Stealing the Bride (Taken Anthology)

  Slightly Sinful

  SASSE Sheets Anthology

  Bound for Christmas

  Pleasuring the Queen

  Bear’s Gold

  Stir Sticks & Stilettos Series

  *Note: Two other books in this series “Holiday Fantasy” and “A Gentle Christmas”

  CHAPTER One

  Brad moved slowly around the room. Unsure of what to call the place he was currently in. A basement, warehouse…dungeon. He mentally shrugged. Maybe he should have stayed at the hotel with his twin brother, instead of taking his sister and her Doms, his two best friends, up on their offer to attend a holiday event with them. A BDSM event at that. However, he couldn’t deny that he’d been curious over the two years his sister had been in her current lifestyle.

  Mike, Josh and Alesha were in one of the private rooms observing a show, they weren’t “playing” tonight. Alesha, his sister was just barely four months pregnant, and that had ended the singles cruise he and Brian, his twin would normally be on. They’d decided to come visit their little sister instead. Now, here he was, his impetuous self, loitering in an environment that he didn’t understand at all. It wasn’t just the fact his baby sister, had committed her life to two men, but she’d committed herself to wearing those men’s collar for life, getting spank and whatever else her Doms desired.

  He shook his head, and tried not to judge those around him, family and strangers. It amazed him how the classic Christmas song Baby it’s Cold Outside could be playing over head while people where in various states of undress and strapped to objects all over the room. There seemed to be some disconnect with what he was hearing and what he saw. The snaps and popping of different “tools” being administered to, what his best friend’s assured him was willing flesh, accompanied by the screams and moans just added to his holiday confusion.

  Why any man wanted a woman to submit so fully to him was beyond reason to him. Didn’t these women have wills of their own? Desires of their own?

  Lifting his cherry flavored soda to his mouth, he sipped it pensively and thought about Alesha his sister, she wasn’t anyone’s doormat. She was sweet, generous, but she also handled the administrative part of the business and Mike and Josh listened to her and considered her an equal part.

  He sighed, unsure about any of this. The sound of a man coming as the woman in green leather pants suit behind the man used a long whip on his bare ass, was too much.

  That’s enough for me.

  Brad downed the rest of his drink and wished he could have opted for something stronger. However, the place didn’t have alcohol at the bar. Josh, one of his sister’s Dominants had explained to him it had to do with using the equipment and people having a clear mind in a scene. That definitely wouldn’t have been him, so a rum and Coke would have helped him handle what he was seeing. Placing his empty glass on the tray of a person with some kind of ball in their mouth, he moved toward the door.

  Maybe it was best if he waited for his sister and her men by Mike’s car. It was cold outside, but the crisp air was possibly just what he needed. He headed to the door.

  “Wait!”

  Unsure if someone was speaking to him, Brad turned and saw a woman dressed in red high-waist underwear and stacked heels moving toward him. The fact that the woman was nude from the waist up didn’t give him pause, because he’d seen bare bodies all night. But, she had an amazing body, all the sienna-brown skin and pert nipples caused an instant reaction in the lower part of his body. Allowing his gaze to travel up, he noticed her make-up had a classic look, bold eye-shadow, long lashes and deep red lipstick. Her brown hair was in tight pin curls around her head, reminding him of women in the 1950’s.

  The tight lines in her face halted him in place. Was she in trouble?

  Hell, in a place like this, how would he know? Was this some kind of role playing?

  Stepping forward, he took her by the shoulders. “Are you in trouble? Do you need—”

  Hands went around his neck and her lips met his. Not a light ‘greeting’ type of kiss. Fuck, no. This woman pressed her body to his and slipped her tongue into his mouth.

  Being a red-blooded man, he didn’t resist when a woman kissed him. So, he kissed her back. Palming the back of her head, he took over the kiss. Circling her tongue, he forced it back into her mouth and drove in deep, retreating and returning.

  Everything around him vanished. All of his focus zoned in on the woman, giving her pleasure. A woman he didn’t know, his mind told him. Not that his body cared at all.

  He felt the shivers course through the slight form that was pressed to him. The small moan she emitted confirmed it.

  “China Doll, get away from that man. Before I give your ass the punishment here and now that your disobedience has earned.”

  The angry male bark had Brad taking the woman’s arms and pulling her way. Reluctantly, she allowed the space between them. Brad didn’t miss the heavy
rise and fall of her chest. Glancing over the top of her head, even in high heels she barely came to his chin, he spotted the balding older man behind her.

  The Asian man wore all black and held cuffs linked by a long chain dangling from one hand.

  Shit, Mike and Josh had warned him not to touch the women here because it was possible that they would be someone’s sub. He’d done a little more than touch her. Rather, she’d started the connection.

  But you finished it. His body taunted.

  “Sorry, man, is she with you?” Brad asked.

  “Hell, yes! China Doll, get over here.”

  A crowd was beginning to gather. Brad normally didn’t mind large groups, but when he was the center of attention like this, he didn’t like it.

  “No… please.” The woman, the man called China Doll, was clutching his shirt.

  Brad stared down at her. “I don’t know the rules here, baby doll. You’re going to have to help me out. ”

  “It’s over for us. He refuses to understand that.”

  Brad was captivated by the soulful amber eyes that stared up at him. Unbuttoning his shirt, he placed it around the woman’s shoulders. Even though she seemed perfectly comfortable bare-chested, he had the overwhelming feeling of wanting to shield her in some way from the ugliness of the blistering man eight feet away from them.

  “Has he hurt you against your will?” He asked. Even though he wasn’t clear how things worked in these types of relationship. He wasn’t going to stand by and let a woman get hurt.

  Slipping her arms into his white shirt, she glanced back at the man behind them. “He never takes my—”

  “She relinquished her will when she submitted to me.” The man stepped forward as if he intended to grab her.

  Lifting a single eyebrow, Brad let the man know that he wasn’t going to allow it until things were straightened out.

  The man stopped, his lips pinched in anger. “You have no right to interfere.”

  “If she no longer wants to be with you I think someone should,” Brad countered.

  “What’s going on here?” A wide shouldered man in a vest and armband stepped from the crowd and addressed the angry Dom. “Reel?”

  “It’s China Doll. She took off her cuffs and then let this man touch and kiss her.” Dom Reel spat out, aiming a thick finger at the woman in Brad’s arms.

  “We’ve warned you before Reel about controlling your subs while you’re here. There seems to always be some commotion or outburst going on.” The bouncer-like guy admonished the man.

  “No worries, I plan to discipline her real proper for this defiance.” Reel spoke through clenched teeth as he reached out for the woman.

  “Aren’t her feelings considered?” Brad questioned the man that appeared to have the authority in the situation.

  Before Reel could reach her, or the bouncer could say something, the woman dropped to her knees before him.

  “Shit!” The bouncer groaned.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Reel’s face had turned a deep red color beneath his natural yellowish skin tone and his eyes seemed to bug-out from his face.

  Brad glanced down at the woman kneeling before him with her head bowed. The air in his lungs seemed to get vacuumed out and heat raced along his spine. Visions of her with a thin collar around her neck, like the one Alesha wore, swarmed his mind. What in the hell.

  The urge to take a step back, from her and from what he was imagining beset him. He shook his head and took a rough breath. “Um, sweetheart…China…baby doll…I’m not the right person…you shouldn’t be…” Fuck, I’m I stuttering? This was practically laughable if it wasn’t so serious around him.

  “Reel, I guess you have your answer.” The armband man placed a restraining hand on the Dom’s chest.

  “You’re going to let this stand?” Reel turned on the man. “She came here with me.”

  “Yeah, I know. However, doesn’t seem as if she’s choosing to exit the same way.” He grabbed Reel’s arm. “So, you’re going to need to play with an unattached sub tonight or go home. I suggest with you being so angry you should probably leave. You know we don’t allow subs to be used here by having anger vented on them.”

  “This is bullshit!” Reel snatched his arm away from the bouncer.

  “You’ll have to take it up off property.” The other man escorted the raving Reel away.

  Brad was in a full state of confusion now. The man had stomped away. The crowd was beginning to disperse, leaving him with a woman at his feet.

  Squatting down before her, Brad touched her shoulder lightly and spoke softly. “Baby doll, I’m not sure what you’ve accomplished for yourself tonight. I’m not in the lifestyle.”

  “Is Dom Reel gone?” she whispered.

  “Yes. I think the bouncer led him to the stairs to leave.”

  “Perfect. By the way, the bouncer guy, is called a Dungeon Master.” Titlting her head back, she smiled at him. The worry lines now all gone.

  If he would have been struck by lightning, Brad would not have felt any less knocked on his ass. Her round face brightened and light seemed to shine from her eyes.

  “Was this all an act?” He felt a little insulted to be used as a pawn in such a public fashion.

  “Yes and no.” She stood up.

  He rose as well. “You want to explain?”

  “Not really.”

  He frowned. He didn’t like that she’d used him in some way and now refused to fill him in. Crossing his arms over his chest, now only covered by his white undershirt, just as stark in color as his white shirt she still wore, saying, “I hope you don’t think I’m your Dominant or something now. Because hate to break your heart, baby doll, you picked the wrong guy if that is what you are looking for.”

  For a moment, her warm gaze caressed him from head to toe, then returned, her smile now playful, “That’s too bad. But, I’m free now and that’s what I wanted. Thanks.”

  Stretching up, on her toes, she gave him a loud kiss on the lips then moved away.

  “What was that for?”

  “The mistletoe.” She pointed at the ceiling above his head.

  Glancing up, Brad saw the sprig dangling from a ribbon above his head. Something he’d missed seeing.

  “Do you need a ride—”

  She was gone. Brad looked around the area, people continued in their scenes around him, no longer giving him a care since the drama had ended.

  Moving through the crowd, he scanned faces, looking for the woman with the angelic/playful smile. However, he came up empty.

  “Hey, Brad, you seen enough for tonight?” Josh patted him on the shoulder.

  “Um, yea.” Still preoccupied, Brad looked toward the stairs to see if he could find the woman.

  “You all right?” Alesha stepped in front of him.

  Glancing down at his sister, who was dressed as a naughty elf, in a short green outfit, with matching stripped red and green stockings, pointed ears and all. Her low cut top proudly displayed her thin collar with its small silver butterfly dangling from it. Alesha always seemed to owner the adornment from these two men like another woman would a wedding ring.

  “I’m fine.” He said hoping to calm her nerves. The last thing his sister needed was stress that would affect the little one she carried.

  “Where’s your shirt?”She frowned.

  Glancing down, Brad had forgot he’d given it to the woman—China Doll, Reel had called her. “I let someone use it.”

  Mike arched an eyebrow at him, as if he were awaiting more explanation.

  Brad looked at his friend that was just as tall and muscular as he was, refusing to discuss the situation at the moment. “I’m ready.”

  “You want to get your shirt back?” Josh asked.

  “Not necessary. I have my jacket. Besides, she may need it more than me the way she was dressed.” Brad turned with them toward the back door leading to the parking lot where he’d been headed just thirty minutes ago. Before the woman. Befor
e the kiss.

  “She?” Mike called out from behind him.

  Brad ignored his friend.

  “Hey, look mistletoe.” Alesha said.

  “You’ll get enough kisses once we get home.” Josh stepped to the coat rack and took her coat down first and helped her with it on and whispered things into Alesha’s ear that had her giggling.

  “Hey, Cowboy…brother here.” Brad yanked his coat from the hook and shoved his arms into it.

  Mike grabbed his own coat and patted Brad on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, man, we don’t plan to bend her over and spank her in front of you.”

  “Oh, God, mercy please.” Brad shook his head and shoved out of the back door as the three people trailing behind him laughed.

  “Just drop me off at the hotel quick.” Brad made haste to the car as he looked around the parking area, hoping to see the woman who dragged him into her situation. He didn’t want to admit it but his heart sank a little as they drove away and he still didn’t find her.

  chapter two

  “Are you going to tell me about last night?”

  Gabriella pulled out more ciabatta rolls from the rack beside her, as she prepared the sandwiches for the display case. “It was just Reel being Reel.”

  “What does that mean for you guys? You stayin’ with him?” Jennifer, also known as Pepper in the community, was icing the cupcakes for the sweets case. Strong Blends, the coffee house on the upper floor above the dungeon, would be open in about two hours and they were on the prep staff this morning.

  “That’s over, finally.” Gabriella didn’t want to rehash the ups and downs of her relationship with her old Dom.

  “Are you sure? You said that over the last month and then I see you all at one event or another.” Jennifer reminded her.

  Walking to the cooler, Gabriella got the spicy mayonnaise sandwich spread, meat and spinach for the first set of sandwiches. Back at the counter, she said, “That’s because I could never convince him to let me go. He always believed he knew my mind better than me.”