Chapter Three

Bailey was beginning to curse her impulsiveness when they stood waiting with three other ladies for their Santas to come and collect them.

Good lord, what am I letting myself in for?

She was fast talking herself into leaving and was just about to rush out the door when she felt it.

Heat.

He pressed his hard chest against her back; her breathing faltered. This time his hands landed on her hips as he pulled her closer against him.

Shudders.

She could feel every hard bulge and ridge of his frame pressed against her softness. He moved her hips in an orbit against his.

Holy shitballs!

The hard ridge, that she could now feel pressing into her buttocks, was thick and long. She suppressed a moan as she clamped her thighs together, desperate to maintain some control over her body that was zinging in response to his touch.

“Ready for me, little one?”

Yes! Fuck yes!

“It’ll take a little more than a good rub-up,” she replied saucily, while every cell in her body quivered with lust.

“Well, then, let me see what I can do about that,” he said against her throat. His tongue traced the pulsing vein teasingly. The next moment, he yanked the top of her dress down, baring her breasts to anyone wishing to look, seeing as she had gone braless to accommodate the style.

“What are you doing?” She shrieked and covered her chest with her arms.

“Drop your arms. Now,” he growled without stopping his voyaging tongue across her throat. Bailey was still formulating a sharp response when her hands dropped away; her own action shocked her into silence.

He cupped the undersides of her breasts and jiggled them back and forth in a slow, smooth motion.

“Oh lord,” she wailed, feeling her nipples tightening in response.

Another jiggle. Harder this time.

Her pussy tingled and her clitoris began to throb.

Another jiggle and this time, he didn’t stop. Bailey’s moans flowed nonstop from deep within her throat as she felt her tits bounce and bob in response to his manipulation. Her nipples were taut and cried out for more. What for? Bailey had no idea.

Until he said in a deep, dark voice, “Pinch your nipples.”

Bailey shook her head. There was no way she was going to play with herself in full view of strangers. She knew she was on display. She could feel the heat of multiple gazes searing into her swollen breasts.

“Now,” he barked.

Her fingers closed around the taut nubs. She whimpered at the pleasure that shot to her clit when she pinched her swollen, pink nipples.

“Harder.” Her fingers tightened. “Harder. I want to see these nubs flattened between your fingers.”

Bailey groaned but followed his instructions blindly.

“Don’t let go and keep the same pressure. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” she whispered then cried out hoarsely when he jiggled her breasts again with hard, fast jagged motions. Her knees buckled and she clenched her thighs tightly closed. A gush of wetness flooded her panties.

“Beautiful, little one. Now, keep pinching and pulling on them.”

“Please,” she begged, now more aware than ever of the crowd that had formed a circle around them. She could hear the whispers and didn’t miss the grunts of approvals when she did his bidding.

“From this point forward, for every instruction I have to repeat, you will be punished. Understood?”

“Yes,” she puffed, her head rolled against his shoulders.

“Get that pinch back to where I want it. Very good. Now, do what I told you,” he ordered.

Bailey pulled on her nipples, just a little. He jiggled her tits. A moan escaped her lips.

“Harder and this time, don’t stop until I tell you to.”

“Oh god, please, this is—”

“Pull!” he ordered.

Bailey pulled and pulled. Her clit throbbed. He jiggled. Hard. Nonstop. Her nipples strained with every bounce. Another gush of wetness soaked her thighs. Her moans spurred the spectators to begin applauding.

“More, Santa. These tits have a lot of pull left in them,” one of them shouted.

Bailey could barely stand. The constant movement against her stretched nipples had her on the verge of climaxing.

“You heard them. Pull harder. More,” he ordered when she stopped. She whimpered and cried out, but did as he ordered. It felt like she was about to pull her nipples right off when he began bouncing her tits in earnest.

“Ahhh! Shit, no!” Her knees gave in but he held her upright with his hold on her breasts.

“Harder, come now, show me what you’ve got, little one,” he urged her and shook her tits with wild abandon.

Bailey pulled and then a raw scream echoed overhead as an unexpected climax rippled through her. Her hands fell away and she clawed at his arms, riding the waves that rushed over her. His fingers closed over her nipples.

He pinched. Hard. Her grip had been child’s play compared to his. She screamed. Her loins clenched and the ripples began afresh. He pulled and shook her tits. Her legs gave way as she screamed while he ruthlessly kept feeding her climax.

“Stop,” she begged clawing at the floor, where she found herself sitting on her knees, battling to draw a breath, watching through watery eyes just how far he was pulling and shaking her tits.

He finally conceded and pressed his palms over her breasts, flattening them against her body. Her nipples throbbed painfully but instead of stemming her desires, it seemed to feed another flush of lust to awaken inside her loins.

His breathing was hot against her temple. “I ask again. Are you ready for me, little one?”

Bailey could barely breathe but instinct warned her he wouldn’t be satisfied with a nod. She forced a deep breath into her lungs.

“Yes,” she puffed.

“You will call me, Sir. Let’s try this again. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, Sir,” she complied softly.

He dragged her to her feet and allowed her to sag against his hard body. He rubbed her arms.

“No,” he said when she tried to pull the dress up. “You have beautiful tits and they are such a gorgeous red color now. I wish to look upon them as we walk.”

Bailey didn’t have the strength to protest and glanced into his face.

His eyes were blue. Not an ordinary sky blue. They were blue like the sea, crystal clear; shimmering and churning. She could almost imagine the waves crashing against the shore as she gazed into his magnetic gaze. His face was still obscured behind the white wig and beard, though.

“Shall we?” he asked with amusement glimmering in those wickedly gorgeous eyes.

“W-where are we going?” she stammered.

Way to go, Bailey! What happened to not offering yourself on a platter?

That might have worked on the men she’d previously dated but it most definitely fell flat in the presence of this compelling man. A Dom; and a very powerful one at that. Bailey couldn’t imagine ever managing this man, under any circumstances.

“The dungeon, my pet. It seems you require a little more playtime,” he drawled, “and there is the matter of a punishment because I had to repeat myself a couple of times.” He led her to the side of the large room, her tits bouncing all the way as they went.

Bailey had to force her hands to remain by her side and not cover them, especially when she noticed him glancing at her chest now and then. She stepped through the heavy wooden door he held open for her, trepidation in every step as they went down the stairs into an underground dungeon.