Short Stories

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Merry Christmas, Santa Free at Amazon, Kobo, Google Play
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Merry Christmas – 2 Free Gifts
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Santa Sadist? What!

Merry Christmas, Santa Free at Amazon, Kobo, Google Play

This is the Christmas freebie I’ve given away for the last few years to my newsletter subscribers. I’m working on a new story for this year, so I’ve published Merry Christmas, Santa perma-free for everyone. I hope you enjoy the first BDSM story I ever wrote. Derek, Siever, and Jane are still dear to my heart, and I imagine them out on their freighter in deep space living, loving, and struggling to keep their relationship from falling apart.

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Merry-Christmas-Santa-Cailin-Briste-ebook/dp/B076LCBQN2

Google Play:https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Cailin_Briste_Merry_Christmas_Santa?id=r5w6DwAAQBAJ

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Blurb:

Derek doesn’t mind the bouncing, but the jingling is getting on his nerves when Jane decorates for Christmas. Life on board a long-haul space ship can get frustrating, but when the trio on board includes the needs of a sadist, a masochist, and a submissive, it can get explosive. With his boy elf, Siever, rebelling, Derek dons his Santa Dom hat determined to punish those on his naughty list.

Excerpt:

Derek

Derek thumped two fingers on the instrument panel. The fucking jingling was driving him nuts.

“You’re not going to punish her are you?” Siever asked.

His eyes flicking a quick glare at the man seated next to him, Derek growled, “What business is that of yours?”

When Siever pulled himself up in his seat, Derek could tell he was going to defend Jane.
“Are you sure you want to go there?” Derek asked while he looked over again.

Siever rubbed his arm. “It’s just that she’s so happy she can’t help herself. She’s been looking forward to Christmas for weeks.”

“And I’ve put up with this nonsense for weeks. Once we reach the hyperpulse point and enter hyperspace, we are getting this celebration over, so things can get back to normal around here.”
“Ho, ho, ho.” Siever mumbled under his breath.

Derek thumped the instrument panel. Siever sighed and busied himself with readouts on his side of the panel.

Siever

Fuck, why did Derek have to be such an asshole? Derek may be a sadist and Siever a masochist, but that didn’t mean he was a submissive in other areas. Agreeing to Derek assuming the dominant role in this relationship didn’t mean Siever had to put up with his shitty attitude, especially where Jane was concerned. Sure, she loved Derek controlling her. He got that. Controlling and crushing her spirit were two different things. Jane was about the sweetest thing to happen to him in… well, she was the sweetest thing to happen to him. He couldn’t lose that because Derek couldn’t play nice. He wouldn’t.

He wrenched himself from his seat on the bridge and went to find one of the last oranges in the galley cooler. Fresh food would be scarce until they made planetfall three weeks from now. When he entered the break room, he found Jane humming an old Christmas carol while she strung paper Christmas banners throughout the room.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to start acting like an old Scrooge, too?” Jane asked, wrinkling her nose at Siever.

Siever shed his scowl and smiled at her. “Not with our own little Christmas sprite spreading love and joy and jingle all the way.”

Jane giggled, shaking her wrist and jingling the bells on her bracelet. “This is going to be a perfect Christmas. I have my two favorite men with me.” She hopped from the seat she’d been standing on, wrapped her arms around Siever’s neck, and gave him a big, noisy buss.

Download your free copy today to find out how Santa Dom Derek delivers a Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas – 2 Free Gifts

Merry Christmas, SantaYou’ll automatically receive access to Merry Christmas, Santa and The Key, BDSM short stories, when you sign up for Cailin’s newsletter.

Excerpt from Merry Christmas, Santa:

“Hand me the paddle, boy elf.” After taking it from Siever, Derek placed the edge under Jane’s chin and lifted it up. “You’ve been a bad little elf, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Santa. Very bad.”

The Key - BDSM storyExcerpt from The Key:

Kolya was an artist. A sculptor focused on what he termed brutal beauty. He’d tried but failed to convince Tyen to model for him, claiming he’d make it worth her while with a naughty wiggle of his eyebrows. She’d refused, not willing to experience the pain that went along with being the focus of his creative genius. Then he’d grabbed the key, promising to return it if she modeled for him, offering his sadistic little hide and seek game to increase his enjoyment of her eventual capitulation, a game designed to make it impossible for her to win.

She didn’t knock. It wasn’t necessary. People came and went from Kolya’s as they pleased. When she entered, he was motionless, staring at several large sheets of sketches clipped to a line strung across one end of his studio. He was nude except for a chain around his neck. No finer example of the perfection of the male form existed in art or real life.

Santa Sadist? What!

Sons of Tallav Christmas

Who put the Santa hat on Randolph? That is so wrong. He doesn’t look happy about it. Santa Dom Derek isn’t happy about wearing a white fur-trimmed read hat either, but he does for Jane in “Merry Christmas, Santa” one of two free eStories you’ll receive when you sign up for Cailin’s newsletter.

Excerpt:

As Derek headed for the door, Siever prompted, “You have to wear the hat, too.”

Derek growled, grabbing it by the white fur ball on the end and thrusting it on his head. Frustrated, he yanked his long dark hair apart where the hat had pushed it over his eyes. Then pulling it off, he quickly bound his hair in a tie to keep it out of his way before replacing it. No sense keeping his hair loose when playtime was in the offing, he snickered to himself.

Siever smirked at him, so Derek grabbed him in a headlock and roughly rubbed his knuckles over his friend’s blonde crew cut head. “Not a word about the hat. Let’s go.”

 

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