Chapter Ten

“Well, ladies, are you ready to party into the New Year?” Rob asked as he guided them into the massive ballroom of the Lakeview Country Club.

Neither Bailey nor Lucy was in the mood for a New Year themed party this year but they’d committed to accompany Rob months ago.

“Why are the two of you so glum? One would think we’re at a funeral, not a celebration.”

“It’s just work, Rob, don’t mind us. We’ll get into the spirit of things soon enough,” Bailey pacified him. “Besides, after that massive meal, my stomach is pulling me down, not gearing up for the tango.”

“Ah, poor baby, Lucy told me about the deal you missed out on. But never fear when Rob is near. I’ll get you another gem if it’s the last thing I do,” he assured with a wide smile.

Rob was a realtor and one of the best in Chicago.

“Thanks, Rob.” Bailey smiled at him. “Is there anywhere we can sit? I should never have worn these damn stilettos. They’re already killing me.”

Rob leered at her; his glance raking up and down her body.

“Well, baby, that outfit needs killer heels and let me tell you, you look hot.”

Bailey glanced down. The intention hadn’t been to draw attention but once again she’d been at Lucy’s mercy who had picked out their outfits for the themed party.

Of all the movie characters, Lucy had to pick the one Bailey hated. Star Wars. To make it worse, she was dressed up in a Princess Leia slave dress with a gold bra and neck chain. Lucy had insisted on pairing it with lace up stiletto sandals and a gold mask with feathers on the side.

“Suffice to say, this was the last year I allow Lucy to pick out my outfits. This one is even skimpier than the one I wore on Christmas Eve,” Bailey complained.

“Oh pish-posh, you look gorgeous, so stop complaining. With your legs and body, it’s a shame to hide them.” 

Bailey didn’t bother to respond. It was a fruitless discussion seeing as she was there, half naked and had to grin and bear the leering glances she’d been receiving from the moment they’d walked in. She looked around the ballroom, already filled with people mingling and dancing.

There was something magical about being one of a crowd, a balm for the loneliness within. She suppressed the negative thoughts. The room gave the appearance of Aurora Lights swirling above them as the dancers swayed and twirled underneath an array of blues, greens, pinks and golden lights.

She tilted her head back and enjoyed the buzz of French champagne. No overindulgence tonight. Lucy seemed to be in a morose mood and Bailey needed to keep an eye on her.

“Another?” Rob asked as he took their empty glasses.

“Not at the moment, mate,” a dark voice rumbled from behind, affecting a deafening silence from the two women. Before either of them could turn, they were swept off and onto the dance floor. Hard arms locked around Bailey and held her against a broad chest.

She looked up and froze. “I don’t want to dance with you,” she said in a chilled voice.

“Come now, pussycat. Are you going to make a scene? Show everyone just how much you want me back inside that juicy pussy of yours?”

Bailey felt a flicker of arousal warming her loins as he grazed a finger over the slope of her breast.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she condemned him with a debilitating look, but it lacked the fire. He looked different. There was a teasing glint in his eyes.

“No? Then why is your blood pulsing a mile a minute?” He taunted with a widening smile, looking at the vein throbbing in her neck.

Good lord. This man is dangerous.

“Look, let’s keep this civil, shall we? I do not want to dance with you,” she reiterated stubbornly but couldn’t prevent her hand from moving higher up his shoulder to circle his neck.

The vibe around them was electric, with everyone dancing gaily.

“You could’ve fooled me,” he taunted before he twirled around to the center of the room.

Carter was an excellent dancer and he led her into a fast Mambo and then a salsa. Her feet followed his moves effortlessly, to the beat like they were one with the music. The sensual moves of her hips were enticing; the gold sequence on her outfit catching the lights that twirled above.

Bailey was still trying to catch her breath when he swiveled her around and she was caught in Chance Hutton’s arms who immediately danced her away from Carter who had taken Lucy in his arms.

Bailey glowered at him. “I don’t suppose I need to say it,” she snapped.

“Yeah, I got the drift. What is it with you and Lucy? Why are you both so adamant in throwing away a chance at the explosive passion and lust we are offering you?”

“Passion and lust, we can get anywhere. We don’t need either of you to give it to us.”

“Ah, but therein lies the secret, doesn’t it? Come now, pussycat. Can you look me in the eye and deny that you’ve been thinking about the Christmas Eve? How you reacted to the things that we did?”

Bailey felt the telltale blush crawling over her cheeks but stubbornly refused to respond.

 Chance chuckled as he pivoted them in a quick step circle.

“Can you honestly say that you’ve not been secretly wishing you didn’t run away before we fucked you both ways?” He asked against her ear.

“Is that what this is about? You feel you lost out on a threesome . . . or no, it would be a foursome, right? Do you honestly think we’re that gullible, Chance Hutton? Hah,” she scorned. “You forget. We saw how all those subs hung on to your every word.”

“Maybe, but one thing you should know about Carter and me, is that we don’t leave things halfway. And you and little elf are unfinished business,” he drawled in a deep voice.

“Well, thank you for enlightening me, but no thanks,” she scoffed.

“Did you and Lucy coordinate your responses?” He asked with a rakish smile. Bailey could see why Lucy was so taken with the man. He was just as gorgeously hot as Carter. Her back turned as straight as a broom handle. The amusement in his gaze annoyed her.

“Much like the two of you seducing us, you mean?” she quipped which elicited another bark of laughter.

“Well, Carter, my mate,” Chance said as they joined Carter and Lucy at the doorway leading out of the ballroom. “It seems it’s gonna have to be the hard way.”

Carter’s darkening blue gaze raked over her naked legs and lingered salaciously on her breasts that threatened to spill out of the push-up bra of her costume. He didn’t even bother to calm the sudden hammering of his heart as he drank in her beauty. He silently acknowledged that this woman had an effect on him that overshadowed anyone before her. The solution was plain and simple.

He wanted her.

And he was going to have her.

Carter surprised Bailey when he stepped into her and framed her face with his hands, gazing into her eyes, searching for something she was desperately trying to hide from him.

 His hands dropped to caress the curve of her hips as he stared at her, and then nodded at what he saw in her expression.

“Denial is a form of lying, Bailey. Pretend all you like, but remember this, pussycat, your body can never lie to me,” he drawled lazily.

Speechless and in a state of arousal, she shook her head in protest. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. He pressed his fingers against her lips with a predatory look on his face.

His nostrils flared as he deliberately sniffed the air, appreciating the aroma of her enticing arousal in his nostrils. The satisfied glimmer shone brightly in his eyes as he leaned closer. His warm breath tickled her ear.

“Yes, baby, I smell you. Every time your pussy floods with your juices, it spikes my testosterone levels. Who am I to deny it . . . and you?”

Bailey trembled at the promise in his voice. Her defiant side railed against her submissive side.

“Enough talking. Let’s get the hell out of here before I fuck this little elf in view of the city mayor and his lackeys,” Chance growled and with a grunt lifted Lucy over his shoulder.

Bailey was still staring in amazement at the disappearing couple, Lucy loudly protesting and kicking her legs, when she too was upended and landed on Carter’s shoulder with an oomph.

“Put me down. Damn you, Carter Gibbs,” she choked under her breath, doing her best to keep her voice down.

The dratted man ignored her, of course, and sped up to catch Chance. Once outside, the two women lost their meek acceptance of their caveman tactics and began to struggle and kick at them in earnest.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The four slaps echoed in the night, shocking the two women into silence—purely to preserve their soft backsides, of course.

They were bundled into a limo with both men crowding them between their large bodies.

“Let’s go, Jasper. Straight home, if you please,” Carter instructed the driver who complied with a wide smile

“This is kidnapping. I’m going to have you locked up, I fucking swear,” Lucy censured but Bailey knew her well enough to detect an undertone of excitement in her voice.

“Fine,” Chance responded drily, “but not until we’re done with you. If you can walk and talk by then.”

That was enough to set their imagination running wild and their ovaries did a wild can-can dance.

Yeah, this is how you show him you don’t want him. Good one, Bailey. She berated herself when she noticed the knowing look the two men shared. Carter looked at her expectantly, waiting for a biting remark.

Bailey chomped on her lower lip, forcing back the words that were itching to spill from her mouth. She was not going to give him the satisfaction.

Bailey’s mouth gaped open when the driver turned into the driveway of a mansion. The old, Victorian-style house took her breath away. It wasn’t the kind of house she expected Carter Gibbs to live in. Not with his reputation of wrecking beautiful old buildings.

It confused the hell out of her.

Who was he? Who the devil was the real Carter Gibbs? How am I supposed to keep my distance if he keeps confusing me like this?

Ivy and ferns grew in abundance next to the winding stone path, which led directly to the colossal structure. The mansion loomed proudly in front of them as they went through the huge iron gates. The garden was lit-up with lanterns that gave it a fairytale ambience. Rows of skeletal trees crowned in crimson, swayed gently to the slight winter’s breeze. In front of the house, stood a delicate marble fountain, the soft gurgling of water was melodic as it resonated in the surrounding silence.

Bailey looked at Lucy. They refused to budge and remained seated.

Carter sighed heavily but it didn’t take too much effort to yank them out of the car and carry them inside.

Straight into the basement, which they realized, was a well-equipped BDSM dungeon.

“Oh, hell no,” Bailey muttered and made a beeline for the stairs the moment Carter put her down, closely followed by Lucy.

“Goddammit,” Carter cursed as he caught both women around their waist and lifted their feet off the floor. “Get the fucking rope, Chance. They clearly haven’t seen the light yet.”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Carter Gibbs! This is not the club and I don’t give you permission—”

“But you already did, pussycat.” He didn’t bother to hide his amusement as he quickly tied her hands with a thin blue hessian rope. “The auction agreement was for seven days and it was a very detailed D/s contract.” He pressed his face into hers. “I would’ve thought someone so used to signing proposals daily would know better than to sign anything before reading the fine print.”

“Fuck you, Gibbs,” she spat at him, now more annoyed than ever at herself. Her well-aimed kick met with the softness of his calve and he reared back with a painful moan.

“Ah, no, I believe I will leave that up to you, love. You do it so nicely.”

“I’d be more inclined to bite your damn dick off tonight than give it satisfaction.” The ominous sparkle in her eyes confirmed the threat. “No! You can’t—”

“Oh, but I can, especially as I have no intention of dodging your killer heels all night. There, doesn’t she look pretty all trussed up like a turkey ready for the Christmas roast, Chance?”

Bailey watched the unholy smile that slowly lit up his lips, with trepidation. She yanked on the ropes but to no avail. He eyes spat murderous intent in his direction.

“Two juicy little turkeys, mate. Gorgeous, indeed.”

They stood back and admired their handy work. The two women were hogtied and were lying on the floor. Carter’s eyes were drawn to the glimmering dark tresses that cascaded over Bailey’s shoulder, caressing the curve of her breasts, and the incline of her waist. Lust swept through him in waves, sending testosterone rushing to his rising tumescent rod.

“Now, the two of you will listen—” Carter began succinctly.

“Look, buster, you have no—”

“Quiet. Not another word, Bailey.”

Bailey shut up. Not because she was giving in but because she was stumped by the glint of excitement in his eyes. The fluttering in her heart continued and increased with the blazing heat that filled his stare.

“That’s much better, pussycat.”

The words reverberated with the submissive hidden inside her.

“The way you ladies are acting, one would swear we are ogres and out to hurt you. For the life of me, I can’t understand why. We might have been a bit rough the other night but we didn’t hurt you, did we?” Carter asked.

“No but that doesn’t mean—”

“Quiet, little elf, Master Rage is talking and you weren’t given permission to open your mouth,” Chance warned in a deep voice.

Lucy’s rebellious scowl didn’t faze him.

“You gave us incomparable pleasure the other night.” Carter’s lips twisted into a wicked smile. “To put it bluntly, you fucked our brains out. We had been looking forward to more. It was deflating to find you gone.”

“Don’t pretend that you can’t find other women to serve your desires, Carter. Women flock around the two of you. Always have and always will,” Bailey said balefully.

“True, but it is you we lust for. And only you can appease it.”

Carter glanced at Chance and a long look passed between them.

“But that’s not all we want from you,” he continued with a guarded look.

“Oh, we know what you want. That big ox next to you informed me on the dance floor. A foursome. Bah! It’s all about sex for you, isn’t it? Well, here’s a newsflash, we’re not interested in becoming your sex toys,” Lucy asserted with a wild toss of her hair. “And un-fucking-tie me, Chance Hutton. Now!”

“Only if you promise to behave,” Chance responded unperturbed.

Carter’s voice lowered. “Sex with the two of you is explosive and exciting as hell but we want more than that.”  

Now Carter had the women’s attention and they became quiet and didn’t move. He sighed and began to untie Bailey. Chance followed suit.

Carter pulled Bailey upright.

“Take a seat, please.” He pointed toward the cozy corner with two plush leather sofas, coffee table and a thick Persian rug. A fire was blazing in the fireplace. Bailey was amazed that she’d not noticed it earlier.

Carter and Chance sat down in front of them on the long, heavy coffee table. Carter’s gaze was direct and earnest as his eyes caught Bailey’s.

“We’ve always played together. Foursomes offer an experience and pleasures unsurpassed and yes, we hope to share that with you both. It’s not easy to find two women so in touch with their own sexuality and comfortable sharing it with each other as the two of you are. That is what drew us to you on Christmas Eve. That intimate understanding of what you feel and experience when we touch both of you. You weren’t shocked. You didn’t ask us to stop when we swapped partners. You embraced it instead and that is what we wanted.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” Lucy admitted in a small voice.

“We want to settle down, Lucy. Find our life partners; someone who excites us, not only sexually but emotionally as well. And you do that for me,” Chance admitted with a direct look, open and honestly offering his most intimate thoughts to Lucy.

“And you for me, Bailey,” Carter intoned quietly. His gaze gave her the answers she had been searching for. It was all there. The passion, desire and lust he felt for her but there was more. A fire burned in his eyes that spoke of respect, a desire to love and be loved. The intensity in the depths of his eyes warned her that once she’d accepted what he offered, he would never let go.

He wanted her. Her, the woman; he wasn’t just after her body. He was gunning for her heart and soul.

She licked her lips. Insecurity and a lifelong resolution that she was meant to be alone, clawed at her mind. But was it enough? Would she still be happy alone in twenty years’ time? Ten even?

“So, in a nutshell what I’m saying, Bailey, is that I want the chance to build a relationship with you—a future. But I have to warn you upfront—it includes the whole nine yards. You, your body, your heart and soul . . . and my children.”

Bailey’s heartbeat slowed down. And there it was. The final nail in the coffin. The one thing that shattered the dream that she’d already started envisioning in her mind.

She didn’t want children. Not even if it meant losing out on a gorgeous man willing to throw himself at her feet. Her career was her baby and it offered her all the satisfaction she craved.

Why couldn’t he just stick to the hot sex part?

“But, right now all we want to know, is whether or not you will join us tonight in a foursome,” Chance concluded as they ambled toward the stairs. “And to make it clear, about what we expect—double penetration. We will fuck you at the same time. One after the other. And if you can withstand more, a couple of times after that.”

“We will give you ten minutes to decide. But, once you agree to it, my pets, we won’t stop until we’ve had our fill of your delightful pussies and asses.”

Bailey and Lucy stared after them and didn’t move once the door at the top of the stairs closed behind them.

“Holy shitballs, Bailey? Did they just tell us they want us in their lives? Permanently?”

For once, Bailey wasn’t in tune with her friend’s excitement.