Chapter Four

Bailey looked around as they entered a dimly lit area. Deep leather couches, small tables and lantern lamps offered a soft glow to the room. The ambience was different here. It felt sultry, sexy and gave her gooseflesh all over, filling her with sensual anticipation. 

Her eyes widened when she recognized Lucy in the arms of Santa number two, naked as the day she was born. Her arms were bound behind her back and her breasts pushed forward invitingly.

“Ah, there you are. We were just about to come looking for you. This little elf needs a little attitude adjustment. Would you be so kind to assist?” Lucy was struggling in her Santa’s arms. He yanked her back against his chest. “Quiet. I warned you, didn’t I, little elf?”

“Yes, Sir,” Lucy snapped, clearly annoyed with her man.

“It’ll be my pleasure, Master Fury, especially since I need your assistance as well.”

The two men shared evil grins before Bailey’s Santa turned to one of the helpers. “Please hand me the wrist cuffs from my toy bag, Rozanne.”  

She returned with red leather cuffs shortly.

“Turn around, little one.”

Bailey hesitated. His eyes hardened. “Do I need to repeat myself, sub?” She spun around, already worried about the punishment he had mentioned. “Hands,” he ordered and locked the cuffs around her wrists and then together with efficiency. He spun her around, his eyes on her breasts which bobbed invitingly.

“Beautiful,” he murmured and turned her around to face the other couple.

“Now, my friend over here, Master Rage, loves sucking tits, my little elf. I daresay, he can suck harder than anyone I’ve ever come across. Now, now, behave. Stand straight and push your tits out further and then very nicely ask him to suck them.” Master Fury instructed Lucy.

Bailey’s eyes widened as Lucy meekly complied. Their eyes met and she recognized the apology in hers before she whispered, “Master Rage, please suck my tits.”

“It’ll be my pleasure, little elf, just as soon as my sub asks Master Fury the same. But little one, you will ask him to suck and bite your tits.”

Oh great. I got stuck with the sadistic Santa!

His eyes narrowed in warning. Bailey cleared her throat and looked at the tall man standing behind Lucy. His golden eyes glimmered expectantly in the dim lights.

Oh, Lucy, you are so gonna pay for dragging me to this fucking club.

“Master Fury, please suck and,” she glowered at Master Rage, curling her hands into fists before she continued, “bite my tits.”

“And no climaxing this time. Remember who your Dom is, little one. If you want to ask something, you ask me, not him. Understood?” Master Rage asked Bailey.

“Of course,” she deliberately pushed his buttons until he straightened and one eyebrow shot up before she finished with a chilly voice, “Master Rage.”

“Oh, you are asking for it, little one. Keep it up, we have until New Year.”

“We have what?” Bailey squeaked, glaring at Lucy who seemed just as shocked.

The two Doms laughed. Master Rage tapped Bailey on the nose. “Maybe you should’ve paid more attention to the rules before you placed such extravagant bets, my pet.”

“And stop with the little one and my pet shit! I have a name. It’s—”

He silenced her with a finger on her lips.

“No names, my pet. If you want a name, I’ll give you a club name. Hm, let’s see, how about pussycat? Seeing as you’re hissing at me so sexily.”

 “I am doing no such thing,” she said hotly but the blush spreading over her cheeks gave her away. She couldn’t deny the truth. Her pussy was pulsing and leaking juices since he’d first pressed his hard body against her back.

But my damn Santa Dom doesn’t need to know that!

Bailey was ignorant about the dynamics of a Dominant/sub relationship. She didn’t realize that a compelling Dom like him could discern her reactions and feelings simply by paying attention to her responses.

“So, pussycat, let’s get started, shall we?” Master Fury said in warning before he bent her over his arms and immediately latched onto her nipple. She couldn’t have prevented the cry even if she’d tried to. Her nipples were still sensitive from Master Rage’s attentions.

Master Fury was just as salacious and he had her squirming, crying and pleading in his arms in no time. She tried to shut her mind to Lucy’s moans and cries. It irritated the hell out of her; the thought of Master Rage feasting on her friend’s nipples.

Get a grip, Bailey. You hardly know the man and you’re already possessive.

“Geezzz! Ooww, please,” she wailed when Master Fury began to nibble on the taut tips; softly at first, but then with increased intensity, until searing pain shot to her brain.

Her pussy began to throb and her clit pulsed with every sharp nip of his teeth around her defenseless nubs. Her hips twisted and turned, searching for some traction but Master Fury ignored her, biting into her nipple hard and then shaking her tit back and forth.

“Oh nonononono! Stop,” she wailed when she felt the burning heat shoot from her loins, to her chest, before it flashed all over her body. Her breath caught and her eyes searched frantically for Master Rage.

“Please, I beg you. No! Nononono, stop!” She screamed but it was all in vain when he started shaking her other tit as well. The tension in her loins popped like a champagne cork, releasing a strong squirt of clear liquid from her pussy. Her eyes went wide, unsure of what was happening to her as she desperately tried to bring her throbbing body under control.

Master Fury pulled her upright, gently sucking and licking her throbbing nipples. His eyes sparkled as he watched Lucy shatter in a similar fashion under the expert manipulations of Master Rage’s mouth on her nipples.

Bailey’s cheeks were beetroot red. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, extremely uncomfortable with her soaked panties.

Bailey had never had a nipple climax in her life, let alone squirted. To have experienced both at once, left her quivering and weak. Her sexuality had taken an about turn and she instinctively knew she’d never be satisfied with anything less now.

Master Fury caught Lucy in his arms and chuckled at her furious, “I hate you.”

“Ah, my little elf, let’s go and test just how much you hate me.”

“Wait a minute. Just what did you mean by ‘until New Year’?” Bailey remembered to ask.

Master Rage smiled at her. He unlocked her hands but didn’t remove the leather wrist cuffs.

“Any bet higher than fifty grand bought twenty-four hours. Over hundred-thousand bought your Santa until New Year.”

Lucy’s and her mouth gaped open as they stared at the grinning men. Bailey wished Master Rage would get rid of the damn wig and beard so that she could see what he looked liked, but both of them made sure their disguises remained in place.

“That . . . we can’t. It’s impossible,” Bailey stammered.

Master Rage tilted back her chin with his hand.

“Oh, but it’s not. Never fear, my little pussycat. I will make sure we explore every desire in this little body of yours. Seven days . . . hmm, not sure if you’d be able to walk after two, but don’t worry, I know my way around a woman’s body and I’ll always kiss it better—pussy or ass.”

Bailey nearly choked on her next breath at the visions that promise brought to mind.

He smiled evilly and pressed his face into hers. “For that matter, Master Fury and I will make sure both of you experience the ultimate pleasure, together.”

“You . . . what?!” Bailey exploded.

“Oh yes, pussycat. We’re going to fuck the two of you all the way to kingdom come over the following seven days—sandwiched between us. Both of you are going to be walking bow legged for weeks to come.”

The telltale rosy color conveyed her embarrassment when he smiled salaciously. But what shocked her more, was the excitement at the prospect of being fucked both ways, caught between their two hard bodies.

She and Lucy stared at each other with wide eyes. Each one’s thoughts were obvious to the other. It was something they’d often discussed but never explored. Somehow, being together in the scenario that Master Rage promised made it more real—exciting as hell.

Holy fucking shitballs!