Chapter Five

Bailey dragged her feet as she followed Master Rage into a large room, full of all kinds of torture equipment. She recognized some of them, from her web surfing—a couple of Saint Andrew’s crosses, spanking and whipping benches, restraining chairs and others that she didn’t recognize. Her mouth hung open as she watched some of the scenes in progress and cringed.

Her Dom stopped next to a punishment table that looked like a doctor’s examination bed.

“Hop on, my pet.” He patted the top of the bed. “Wait, I think we need to get rid of this pretty dress first. I have a hankering to see the rest of your body.”

Bailey looked around. There were many people milling about. Some were in scenes and others just watching. She had never been uncomfortable with her body but racing towards forty-years of age, she could hardly compete with the tight assed twenty-year olds.

“Did you forget about me repeating an order?”

“Look, Sir, I wasn’t aware this is a BDSM club and I’m not so sure I’m ready for whatever you’re planning. I’m definitely not used to prancing around naked!”

He frowned. “Are you saying you placed the bet without knowing what you’ll be getting in return?”

“Ehm, not exactly.”

“I examined your limit list. Or are you claiming that you don’t know what I’m talking about?”

“Well, I do, but—”

“Is there anything on that list you wish to change? I assure you, pussycat, I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t consent to in that list. Decide now, but you’re not leaving here until you get what you paid for.”

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 breathe, 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.