by Linzi Basset
Bailey didn’t protest. She had never desired a man as much as she did him and she wasn’t leaving until he’d at least fucked her once. She mentally ticked off the items on the list from memory. Lucy had made sure she selected items that weren’t way over the top.
“No, it’s fine.”
“Then strip.”
Fuck! Why didn’t I say no to exhibitionism?
But Bailey knew why. Secretly, she wanted to see his reaction to her nakedness; whether the flash of heat in his eyes would turn to desire when she uncovered her body.
She turned her back. “If you wouldn’t mind?” She asked cheekily, knowing he would know she was quite capable of reaching the zipper at the back.
But damn it. Lucy and I have a rule and one way or the other, he has to work a little for my favors.
He didn’t respond and made short work of unzipping her.
“No, face me when you remove it,” he ordered.
Bailey turned back to him and with a seductive wiggle pushed the dress over her hips and stepped out of it.
Master Rage’s blazing eyes flashed with obvious appreciation for what he saw. His voice was raw. “Turn for me.”
She didn’t hesitate and did a slow twirl.
His eyes travelled over her tight buttocks, red lace panties hugging the perfect curve of her ass. Her body was curvaceous and taut with a tantalizing heart-shaped aperture at the intersection of her shapely thighs. His hands easily spanned her tiny waist and played with her gorgeous breasts. They were much bigger on her otherwise petite frame but still firm and bouncy with coral areolas and long, juicy nipples. He drooled at the thought of sucking on them. Her tits were made for a man’s mouth.
Her hair shone luxuriously in the dim lighting and reached to the middle of her back. She was beautiful, with innate sensuality that came naturally. It was what had drawn him to her. Not just her large almond-shaped, green eyes or her small nose over her delectable cupid lips or her perfect oval face. She oozed passion and that was something she couldn’t fake.
His eyes flared when she slipped off her panties to reveal her naked mound.
“Purrrfect. I love a hairless pussy, my pet.”
He trailed his finger over her nipples, down her stomach, to tease the little nub peeking from between the slit.
“Beautiful. You take my breath away,” he admitted with a gentle smile. “On the bed, little one.”
Bailey did as instructed. She gasped when he pulled her legs over the sidebars attached to the bed and tied them down before she could protest. He pulled her hips further down until they were hanging over the bottom edge of the bed. With her legs tied, she was spread open. She was tempted to reach down and cover her naked pussy but the look in his eyes stopped her.
He walked to the other side of the table. He pulled her arms over her head and attached the leather wrist cuffs she was still wearing, to the top end of the bed.
“Ooh,” Bailey moaned as he ran his hands over her body. From her shoulders, her breasts, down her stomach, until he brushed his palm over her pussy, back and forth, causing her hips to orbit against his hand.
Crack! Crack!
“Ooow!” she cried out, her eyes wide. “What the hell was that for?” She asked, her labia pulsing from the two stinging slaps.
“Don’t move, pussycat, unless I tell you to.”
“Well, then tell me that, why don’t you,” she sulked, still floored by the surge of desire the slaps had invoked. “Why the name Master Rage?” She dared to ask.
He shrugged his shoulders. “The subs named all the owners. At the time I was dealing with some demons from my past.”
“And you’re over them now?”
He chuckled, leaving Bailey mesmerized by the change in his eyes. They glowed with amusement and warmth.
“Don’t worry, my pet. I have no intention of unleashing my rage upon you.” He turned to the young man who arrived by his side. “Ah, thank you,” he said, taking the ice bucket from him.
Bailey eyed him wearily. “What are you going to do with that?”
He trailed his finger over her breasts and circled her nipples. She hissed as they shriveled, now more sensitive than ever.
“Your tits have taken a lot, my pet. I’m going to reward them a little.”
“I . . . no, please. I can’t take more . . . oohh, shit,” she moaned as he ran an ice cube lightly over the abused tip.
He didn’t respond but continued to rub the ice cube around her breasts. He leaned in and latched his lips on her nipple, sucking very gently even as he rubbed the ice around the other one. The twin sensations combined with the tickling of his soft fake beard caused an explosion of desire in her body.
Bailey bit her lips. She couldn’t contain the moans of pleasure when her clit began to throb. The contrast between the heat from his mouth and the coldness of the ice cube woke up every nerve in her body.
“Hmm, I love the feel of your nipples on my tongue, pussycat,” he murmured as he moved his lips over her belly. She panted and strained against the restraints when he flicked his tongue against her clitoris; back and forth while he continued to rub the ice cube over her breasts.
“I want . . . oh god,” she cried when he sucked the little nub into his mouth and twirled his tongue teasingly over the tip.
“What do you want, my pet?” His voice vibrated against the swollen tip.
“See you. I want to see your face,” she managed to croak, although, the soft fake beard against her sensitized skin added to her arousal.
“Not yet,” he said before he pushed his tongue deep inside her pussy. Her hips surged up when he dragged another ice cube over her clitoris.
Hot. Cold.
Heat flared all over her body, flashes came in intense waves while she floundered to stay afloat in a sea of euphoria.
“Please, let me come,” she begged in a broken voice.
“Be my guest, pussycat. I can’t wait to taste your honey on my tongue.”
The last words were said against her labia, followed by his rogue tongue surging back inside her channel, licking and sucking with blatant greed. His one hand clamped her hips to keep her in place while the other continued to torment her clit and nipples with the ice.
Bailey was on fire, completely consumed by his expert possession of her body and the sensations he evoked with his tongue and lips. Every nerve ending sizzled with heat as she became subsumed in a wave of unbridled lust.
She cried out, helpless in the throes of euphoria as the pressure inside her snapped. His growl against her pussy was followed by loud slurping sounds as he sucked and licked up her juices following her earth shattering climax.
Bailey was still trying to recover when she heard the ripping paper. She watched, wheezing, as he sheathed his huge cock in a condom. Although his humongous boner was at odds with his Santa costume, he was so masculine; nothing could hide his sheer magnetism. Their eyes met as he pushed the tip inside her slit and stopped. Her muscles clenched as she tried to pull him deeper. He brushed his hand over her roiling stomach.
“Easy. Breathe, honey,” he guided her. The moment she dragged in a deep breath, he rammed into her—to the hilt.
“Gaawwd,” she cried out, her eyes wide. She’d never felt this full . . . this complete. She stared at him, watching the passion swirl in the depths of his ocean-blue eyes.
“Now, pussycat, let’s fly.”
He flexed his swollen shaft inside her, watching her back arch off the bed. He pulled back, waited until she was looking at him and then powered into her, slapping his body against her clitoris, drilling her against the bed. He set a wild, furious rhythm as he pillaged her willing flesh.
“Yes, this is what I want,” he growled when he felt her silken walls tighten around him, followed by a keening wail as the first climax hit her. Her body twisted and turned against her bondages, but he was relentless and pounded her through two more climaxes before he gave in to the demands of his body.
Bailey battled to br
eathe, completely lost in the constant tension in her lower body. Her mind was in total disarray, unable to process the myriad sensations that flooded her as another scream echoed to the rafters when the hardest orgasm yet, clawed at her insides.
Master Rage pummeled faster, his movements ragged and wild as he raced to follow her, roaring as he ejaculated with strong jets of semen inside her.
He leaned against her, his breathing as ragged as hers, struggling to find his composure. He’d made her fly, that much he knew.
He untied her and lifted her in his arms. Bailey hardly noticed. Her eyes fluttered closed and she was asleep by the time he placed her in bed, next to a sleeping Lucy, in one of the private rooms, a level below the dungeon.
He stared at her for a long while, wondering about the effect this slip of a woman had on him. He’d been attracted to her for years but she had always been unattainable for various reasons.
When Rob had told him about Lucy begging him for tickets to the auction, he had instinctively known that the time had finally come. That she, Bailey Parker, would walk right into his web. And once she did, he would make sure she became so entangled that she’d never want to leave.
Chapter Six
Slowly and reluctantly, Bailey turned over. She blinked, closed her eyes, and blinked again. The sheets beneath her were soft and satiny.
Wait. I don’t have satin sheets!
She shed off the remnants of the dream, of a hot, naughty and extremely powerful Santa who had dared to slap her pussy. Her eyes sprung open as memories came flooding back.
“Oh, shitballs on steroids! It wasn’t a dream,” she exclaimed, finally noticing the soft dimness in the room. She sat up slowly, her eyes cataloguing the room. It was a luxurious Victorian style bedroom with an antique bed with gold brocade canopy, a thick carpet, plush sofas and . . . oh fuckity fuck . . . a spanking bench.
I’m still at the club!
A movement on the bed next to her drew her attention and she froze, turning her eyes to the left without moving her head. Bailey blew out a relieved breath when she caught Lucy’s dark eyes staring at her in bafflement.
“Bailey?”
“I’m so pissed off at you, Lucy Dillon!” She pushed herself upright against the headboard and groaned. “Fuck, my tits hurt,” she wailed, then growled at her friend. “And it’s your fault!”
Lucy groaned as she sat up next to Bailey.
“I hurt everywhere, girlfriend. Jeez, I never realized my Santa was so big . . . all over. I hurt in places I didn’t even know I had muscles,” she complained as she stretched her arms.
“That’s it? You’re just gonna ignore that you’ve got me all tangled in a fucking . . . Santa’s web and . . . and—” She looked around as it dawned on her that they were alone in the room. “We have to get out of here, Lucy. Now, before they return.”
“Relax, Bailey and why should we leave now? It’s not even midnight yet and besides . . . I have a feeling our Santas aren’t done yet. I, for one, can’t wait,” she cooed excitedly.
Bailey gaped at her.
“You’ve lost your marbles, haven’t you? Didn’t you hear what he said, Lucy? Seven days. They intend to keep us here for seven days. I can’t stay here for seven days . . . not with him . . . I have work. You know how crucial it is for us to win the bid for the hotels. Get up, Lucy. We’re leaving,” she ordered as she jumped off the bed.
Lucy blinked lazily but didn’t move. She pointed at Bailey’s naked body. “And just where do you think you’re going like that? Some cab driver is gonna get real lucky today.”
Bailey stared at her and then at her own nakedness. She was still trying to formulate a solution to the latest dilemma when the door opened. She stood frozen, watching the two tall Santas saunter into the room.
“I hope you ladies are well rested,” Master Fury drawled in a deep voice. She saw how Lucy literally melted under his direct gaze.
Bailey observed Master Rage with weary eyes as he strolled toward the sofa and sat down. He patted his lap.
“Come here, pussycat.”
Bailey didn’t move. She was done with the Santa disguise. She wanted to see him. Know what he looked like. It was incomprehensible that she was this attracted to a man purely based on his touch alone. Well, there was, of course, the powerful Dom-thing going on as well. But, she wasn’t going near him until she knew what he looked like.
“Not until you take off this ridiculous wig and beard,” she returned tartly.
She ignored Lucy’s gasp at her disrespectful tone.
“It seems your sub didn’t pay attention to the rules before she decided to bid, Master Rage,” Master Fury drawled behind her. His arms went around her and he caught Bailey firmly against his chest. “That’s not very clever of you, my pet. Not at all. Do you know what that means?” Master Fury whispered against her ear.
Bailey didn’t bother to struggle, he was too strong and she’d only tire herself out without achieving anything.
“I guess you’ll be kind enough to inform me,” she hissed at the amused expression in her Santa’s eyes.
Master Rage leaned back in the sofa and stretched out his legs in front of him like he was getting ready to watch his favorite show on television. Then the penny dropped. She was going to be the entertainment.
Shitting reindeers! Keep your mouth shut, Bailey.
“Little elf, go and join Master Rage on the sofa,” Master Fury instructed Lucy over his shoulder. Lucy scrambled to do his bidding, clearly more tuned into her submissive side than Bailey.
Bailey glared at Lucy when she sat down next to Master Rage and looked at her master with a small smile on her lips.
“So, Master Rage, what kind of punishment do you wish to inflict on this disrespectful sub of yours?” Master Fury asked drily. He was obviously looking forward to whatever was about to enfold.
“Hm, let me see, her gorgeous tits are still very red, so at a guess, I’d say they’re very sensitive, maybe even a tiny bit sore. Am I correct, pussycat?” He asked while admiring her breasts bobbing with every deep breath.
“Yes, they are,” she responded sharply. His eyes narrowed and she just stopped herself in time from rolling her eyes. “Sir.”
“It seems my sub isn’t all that invested in being a submissive,” Master Rage drawled. His eyes travelled over her body leaving a trail of heat following in wake of his blazing gaze, everywhere it touched. “Let’s see if we can help her find her inner submissive.”
Bailey bit her lip as she watched Master Rage brush his hand over Lucy’s thigh, whose eyes rounded and searched Master Fury’s.
“Open your legs, little elf,” Master Rage instructed. Bailey watched mesmerized as Lucy’s legs widened immediately, followed by a sharp moan as he rubbed his fingers over her clit and up and down her labia. “Hm, so hot and wet already, little elf. Wider, I want more access to this little pussy of yours.”
Master Rage kept his eyes on Bailey as he pushed two fingers inside Lucy’s pussy and began to pump and finger fuck her. Lucy whimpered, her hands curling into fists as he added a thumb flicking over her clit causing her hips to jerk wildly into his plunging hand.
“On the spanking bench, please Master Fury. I think my sub needs a few more lessons to understand how a submissive should behave.”
Master Fury carried Bailey to the spanking bench and placed her on her stomach. Before she could slide off, he spread her legs and quickly snapped the ankle cuffs around her legs that were attached to the leg rests.
“Keep her arms free. I want you to pull them back and force her torso up. She also needs to see what I’m doing,” Master Rage continued giving directions to Master Fury who followed them diligently.
“Ohh, please, Master Fury! I need to come,” Lucy cried out, undulating and thrashing against Master Rage’s expert manipulations.
“Not yet, little elf,” Master Fury responded even as he dragged Bailey’s arms back and caught both her wrists, pulling them back to rest on her buttock
s, which forced her upper body to lift off the bench. “Now, pussycat, until you have given Master Rage what he wants, your friend isn’t allowed to climax. If she does, she will be punished,” he drawled in her ear.
“No, oh fuck, no. Please I can’t hold it anymore,” Lucy begged, her eyes went wild as Master Rage twisted his hand to find the spongy spot in her vagina and tapped his fingers against it. Lucy’s hips lifted clear off his lap.
“Let’s start, shall we?” Master Rage said, his eyes blazing into Bailey’s. His gaze made her realize that although he was attending to Lucy, he was in control of what Master Fury was going to do to her.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Oooww!” Bailey screamed as Master Fury’s large hand connected with the softness of her ass cheeks.
“Hmm, just look at that. Blooming pink already,” Master Fury murmured. He rubbed his palms over her stinging behind, drawing a deep groan from her throat.
The stinging slaps slowly heated her up under his hands. She noticed how Master Rage’s eyes lit up on her breasts, which in turn brought a flush of desire through her body. She knew what he was seeing. Her nipples were taut, a sign of how arousing the spanking was for her. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing erratic and she had no control over her body.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
This time Master Fury’s hand connected with her thighs. She wailed and thrashed on the bench, the burning sting flowed into her veins.
“Please, please!” Lucy begged and shrieked when Master Rage rearranged her on his lap. She was now lying upside down on his lap with her legs over his shoulders and her ass in his hands. “Nononono! Master Fury, I beg you,” she cried, her screams turning to moans as she thrashed against Master Rage’s mouth, now buried inside her pussy.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Holy fuck!” Bailey screamed as Master Fury slapped her pussy again.
“Ah, now isn’t this a pretty sight; your juices wetting this gorgeous pussy,” Master Fury drawled. Bailey had to strain to hear his words over Lucy’s cries and her own haggard breaths.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!