Her Santa Dom

by Linzi Basset

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Her Santa Dom

  A Naughty Christmas Story

  A Novella

  By

  Linzi Basset

  Copyright © 2017 Linzi Basset - All rights reserved

  Her Santa Dom

  Copyright © 2017 Linzi Basset

  Edited: Anumeha Gokhale

  Proofread: Marie Vyer, Melanie Marnell

  Published & Cover Design by: Linzi Basset

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, business establishments, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Linzi Basset has asserted her rights under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this eBook only. No part of this eBook may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without prior written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This book is for sale to adults only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase.

  Disclaimer: Neither the publisher nor the author will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury, or death resulting from use of the information contained in this book.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Excerpt – No Option

  Excerpt – Say Yes

  More Books by Authors

  About the Author

  Stalk Me

  Author’s Note

  Dear Reader,

  Her Santa Dom is a naughty Christmas novella. Something to make you yearn for your own naughty Santa! It has a heat level of volcanic proportions and has everything to make you hot, smile and yearn for a happy ever after.

  If you haven’t read my other Novella series yet, why not start now? See excerpts for more details.

  Her Santa Dom shows us that love lurks in the strangest places and a man’s heart, especially one wearing a red Santa suit isn’t something to toy with.

  Bailey has been a good girl forever. Smart, sexy and successful, she always puts work ahead of play. Until her best friend Lucy decides to enliven things up this Christmas. Which certainly explains the scanty clothes, a BDSM club, expensive auction bids and questionable purchases.

  There can be no buyer’s remorse as both the girls are swept off their feet and into a night filled with debauchery with their very own Santa Doms. Things only escalate from there.

  This Christmas, Bailey is destined to meet her match. It doesn’t matter if she’s been a good girl.

  Santa is gonna be bad enough for both of them.

  Editor’s note: “If you read this book, you’re definitely ending up in Santa’s naughty list. But what a way to go!”

  I hope you’ll enjoy this naughty Santa story as much as I did writing it.

  Merry Christmas!

  Warm regards.

  Linzi Basset

  Chapter One

  “So, are you still mad that I twisted your arm to come with me?”

  Bailey laughed at the pleased expression on Lucy Dillon’s face, her PA and best friend for the past fifteen years.

  “Yes and no. And before you start gloating, you were right. I needed to get out of that office.”

  “I have no intention of letting you work through another Christmas Eve. Work has taken over your existence, Bailey and that has to stop.”

  Bailey Parker owned a group of hotels in the Chicago, Wisconsin and Minneapolis regions. She’d inherited it from her father six years ago. At the time, it had only been two hotels in Chicago. Over the years, Bailey had concentrated on expanding and turning the group into a premium hotel chain. There were eight Parker Hotel & Spas spread over those three areas now. She was currently working on buying two more in Milwaukee.

  “Once I close this deal, I have every intention of taking a vacation,” she promised Lucy. She took a sip of her Manhattan and looked around.

  “Gmphf, I’ll believe that when I see it.”

  “You know me too well. So, what is so special about this club? Extreme Desires? What kind of a name is that?”

  Lucy beamed with excitement, something that made her look much younger than her age of thirty-six. She’d been excited about this masked ball at the recently opened club, for weeks. She’d even arranged their costumes, fearing that Bailey might decide against dressing up for the masked ball.

  Seeing as what she ended up wearing, Bailey probably should’ve taken the time to find something herself. She was thirty-five-years old and wearing a ‘Lolita’ dress. The wine-red, velvet bustier with a sweetheart neckline framed her generous breasts lovingly, before tapering down her tiny waist. The white skirt was a fluffy confection of lace and gauze. It was indecently short and barely covered her ass. The outfit was completed with translucent thigh-high stockings, frilly white garters and stilettos.

  Bailey had no idea how alluring she looked. With her dark lustrous hair and her pixie face, many compared to Audrey Hepburn. But combined with the skimpy, sexy outfit, she exuded sultriness and was drawing many eyes.

  “It’s a BDSM club,” Lucy whispered behind her hand. Her dark eyes glimmered with anticipation.

  “A what?”

  “BDSM, you know, Bondage, Domination—”

  “I know what it means, Lucy. What the hell are we doing here? And what list were they referring to when we checked-in?” Bailey shifted on the high bar stool, suddenly even more uncomfortable with the amount of skin visible. “Fuck! That’s why we had to sign a NDA at the door. You sneaky little—”

  “Oh, come on, Bailey! Put a sock on it. You used to be just as adventurous as me. It’s time we get some excitement back in your life.”

  “And you believe having my ass whipped is the way to go?”

  Lucy giggled. “Don’t worry, girlfriend, I made sure we won’t leave here with any marks or bruises. I limited our extent of participation in the fun stuff.”

  “Lucy, I don’t find this remotely funny. What fun stuff?”

  “Here. This is a copy of your limit-list, as they call it. This tells the Doms what you’re willing to allow in the dungeon.”

  “Dungeon?” Bailey said nervously. She looked around. They were in a large open area. Not much different from any other clubs she’d been to. The bar stretched along one side of the room. There were private seating areas on the other side. A small stage and dance floor occupied one corner of the room.

  The soft lighting lent to the warm ambience. Nothing seemed out of place. Nothing like the BDSM videos she’d come across during her late-night porn surfing.

  “I don’t see a dungeon,” she said softly.

  “It’s through that door. Don’t look so glum, Bailey. It’s going to b
e fun. Come on, rip off your granny panties and give me a smile. I’ve heard that the owners of this place are here tonight. And guess what?”

  “I hesitate to ask,” Bailey responded while she skimmed through the list in her hand.

  “They’re auctioning themselves tonight. The lucky winners get to scene with them and make use of the private rooms for some serious hanky panky later.”

  “And I guess you’re going to be in the front row to bid?”

  “Of course! I intend to spend that huge Christmas bonus you gave me, on my own Santa.”

  “Your own Santa?”

  Lucy giggled. “Yes. They’re dressing up as Santa Clauses, so no one will know who is who when they place their bids.”

  “Just how many owners are there?”

  “Five. My aim is on one of the big kahunas. I’ve seen their pictures in the People Magazine which featured this club’s opening.”

  “They promoted a BDSM club?” Bailey asked skeptically.

  “No, silly. The BDSM side is for a select few. Only handpicked members are invited to the dungeon.”

  “Pray tell. Just how did you manage to get us an invite?”

  “Rob. He’s friends with my guy,” she said with a wide smile.

  Rob Matthews was an old friend and an occasional lover to Bailey. She knew about his dominant nature, so she wasn’t too surprised to hear this.

  “Oh lord, Lucy, you’re incorrigible.”

  “Don’t I know it! And, guess who you’re going to bid on.”

  “Eh, thanks but no thanks. I’ll wait for Rob and let him spank my ass a couple of times and that’s it. I’ll even go with him to one of the private rooms for a nice fuck. But I am not bidding to scene with an unknown and experienced Dom. Hell no.”

  “And here I was hoping to be the recipient of your bid,” a deep voice drawled in Bailey’s ear.

  Heat.

  Suddenly she was encapsulated in searing lava that flowed over her, scalding her skin from head to toe with desire. His voice flowed over her like melted dark chocolate.

  Her breath whooshed out of her lips when she felt a hard body press against her back.

  Chill.

  A shiver raced down her spine, curled around her hips and settled in her loins.

  Good god, Bailey! Pull yourself together. You don’t even know what the man looks like.

  Soft lips trailed kisses from her bare shoulder to the curve of her neck. A brief hesitation and then those lips latched onto her carotid vein which was pulsing erratically.

  Shudders.

  He sucked; pulling at her skin with so much intensity it caused desire shot to her loins, clenching in time with the sucking motion. He ended the sensual kiss with slow licks over the throbbing vein.

  Oh lord. I’m on the verge of a climax!

  Bailey was overwhelmed with the effect this unknown man was having on her body. Her entire system was attuned to his every little movement.

  Desire.

  The dam burst with a flush of hot juices in her pussy when he bit into the muscle of her neck. Pain shot to her brain, laced with white hot lust when he ended with a soothing kiss on the stinging spot. She squirmed as she felt the wetness seep through her lace panties to her thighs.

  “Don’t disappoint me, little one.”

  And then, he was gone. Leaving Bailey in tatters as she struggled to breathe and find her composure. The sudden loss of his heat left her shivering and weak.

  “Holy reindeer shitballs, girlfriend!” Lucy raved. Her eyes were wide and filled with wonder. She’d never seen Bailey react this was to any man

  Holy shitballs, indeed.

  Chapter Two

  “Let’s go Bailey. I want a front row seat,” Lucy urged, tugging on her hand.

  “Whoa! Do you want me to break my neck?” Bailey complained when she nearly tumbled off the high barstool. “Lucy, the auction won’t be starting for another fifteen minutes,” she grumbled but followed her nonetheless.

  “It doesn’t matter. Everyone is going to start moving to the auction area soon and I’m not missing out on my man.”

  The stage had been modified to include a narrow runway with rows of chairs on both sides. It looked like they were ready for New York Fashion Week!

  “Are you gonna tell me what he looks like?” Bailey finally managed to dredge up enough courage to ask.

  “Who?”

  “That man,” Bailey said with a sharp glance at her friend. She was disappointed when Lucy shook her head. Her blonde curls tumbled around her shoulders and glimmered in the overhead lights.

  “Sorry, girl, he was dressed up as Santa and when he straightened, his fake beard was back in place. She gestured around them. “He could be any of these Santas.”

  Bailey did her best to hide her disappointment. Not that she intended to bid on anyone but she would’ve liked to know what the wicked sensual wizard looked like.

  “Then how will you know whom to bid on? Your man?” Bailey asked, frowning.

  “Oh, that’s easy. Rob will give me a heads up when he appears on stage.”

  Bailey was confused. On one hand, she wanted the unseen stranger who’d managed to tie her stomach, and pussy, for that matter, in knots. So much so that she was thinking of spending hundreds of thousands to get him. Only to have common sense intrude.

  Not gonna happen, Bailey. You’re way too levelheaded to do something like this.

  The atmosphere became charged as the emcee for the evening indicated the start of the auction. The women laughed excitedly and waited for the first Santa with bated breaths.

  Loud music cued and Santa number one strutted down the catwalk. Bailey stared intently at him. He was tall, muscled and well-built under the suit.

  She didn’t know what she was expecting but there was nothing. No pull or electric charge to tip her if he was the one who had floored her mind.

  The second Santa was Lucy’s man, as she’d named him.

  “Good lord, who are you and what have you done to Lucy?” she joked as she watched Lucy continue to bid higher and higher. Lucy had always been like this. Once her mind was set on something, no one and nothing could stand in her way. And she was hell bent on getting her Santa!

  “Lucy, I hope you have extra savings to squander away because you’re already five grand over the bonus I paid you,” Bailey warned her gently

  Lucy’s shoulders slumped. “I didn’t expect the bidding to be this steep,” she said dejectedly.

  “I’m not surprised. Your Santa is popular. And he clearly excites all the women.”

  “The proceeds go to child protection and welfare. I suppose that’s partly why these women are prepared to push up the bids. The owners will add an equal amount to the kitty. It’s just my luck to be competing against all the rich bitches of Chicago.”

  Her disappointment was deflating to watch. Bailey softened and hugged her briefly.

  “Go for it, girlfriend. I’ll make up the difference.”

  “I can’t expect you to do that,” she breathed and then said with rising excitement, “Are you sure?”

  “It’s for a good cause. Go for it. Go get your man. But, no more than a hundred thousand. We need to be practical.”

  Lucy got up and said in a clear voice, clearly warning the others off. “One hundred thousand dollars.”

  Silence followed. Bailey almost attacked the tall brunette standing next to Lucy when she smiled and opened her mouth to counter.

  She never got further than drawing a breath. Lucy’s man himself closed the bid with a decisive, “Sold, to the pretty blonde elf in the front.”

  Bailey laughed when Lucy’s legs crumbled and she slumped into the chair.

  “He wants me, Bailey. Did you see that?”

  “Yeah, I did but don’t forget the rule, girlfriend.”

  Lucy smiled sweetly. “Yeah, don’t offer yourself on a silver platter. Don’t worry, my darling, he’s gonna work for a piece of this pretty elf’s ass.”

  “That’s th
e spirit.”

  The following Santa strutted on the ramp and the women shrieked as he did a hip wiggle in front of them. He caught her eye and winked at her. Bailey frowned and stared at him.

  Nothing.

  Not a twinge of heat or expectation followed. This was not her seductive Santa.

  “Come on, Bailey. There’s only two left. You have to get yourself a Santa to play with,” Lucy prodded her.

  Bailey caught Rob’s eyes across the stage and returned his smile. He was robust but sinfully attractive.

  “I’ll blow Rob’s whistle later. He’s also dressed in a Santa suit.”

  “Oh, please. You’re bored with Rob, Bailey and you know it. Come on, here comes number four.”

  She’d grown very fond of Rob over the past couple of years but Lucy had hit the nail on the head. Sexually, she was bored with him. Bailey turned back to the stage.

  Shivers.

  He strode forward with long, easy strides and a shadow of a smile on his lips. He seemed unaffected by the cheers and lewd catcalls the women were making. He stopped in the middle of the catwalk. Right in front of Bailey, spread his legs and folded his arms across his chest.

  The bidding started. It was a frantic rush and within minutes it toppled a hundred K. His expression didn’t change. Bailey wished she could see what he looked like. He was tall, probably six feet two, and she knew the red Santa suit was hiding a muscled body. His face was obscured by a white curly wig, a moustache and beard. But his blue eyes shone.

  Shudders.

  He didn’t have to search for her. His eyes caught hers with such accuracy she was left gasping for breath. It was him.

  Challenge.

  “Three-hundred thousand dollars.”

  “Bailey! Holy shitballs! What happened to practicality?”

  She only realized the voice, that silenced the entire room, was hers when Lucy’s shocked voice registered.

  His wicked lips turned upward. It was so brief that Bailey thought it was her imagination. He didn’t wait for further bidding or confirmation. He simply turned and walked off the stage.