“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 be 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.