Her Santa Dom

by Linzi Basset

  “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.

  Chapter Eleven

  Carter and Chance returned to find the two women waiting for them in the bed to the one side of the room. It was a bed twice the size of a king-sized mattress. The women had undressed and their skin glowed like golden silk in the soft light from the sconces against the wall.

  “My god, what a sight,” Chance murmured as they took in the two naked women sitting on their knees side by side, watching them intently.

  “Just so that we’re clear, Masters,” Bailey said with bated breath, “this doesn’t mean we’re saying yes to the other . . . well, you know, what you said,” she ended softly.

  Had she become so hardened against love, it seemed like a frivolous endeavor. Or was she, once again, like Hamlet said, protesting too much?

  “We don’t need anything else other than a yes to a foursome at this stage, pussycat,” Carter confirmed. He seemed somewhat distracted since their return but once his gaze caught hers, the world tumbled on its side.

  They climbed onto the bed. Carter gently pushed Bailey onto her back and settled next to her, lying on his side. His gaze unsettled her, like he was delving into her soul. Her eyelids fluttered as she lowered her eyes. His heavy sigh drew them back to his.

  “I’m not an ogre, baby, not in bed and sure as hell not in real life. All I ask is that you open your heart to the possibility of a future with me.”

  His softly spoken words stumped her. He knew! How could he know her thoughts?

  “Carter, I—”

  His fingers on her lips silenced her.

  “Not now. It’s time for pleasure and to soothe your constant flow of arousal that has been driving me fucking crazy since we walked in here.”

  A soft brush of fingers over the soft skin of her belly caused her to jerk in surprise. Chance was on her other side, smiling gently. Bailey was still trying to compute the sudden shift in the scenario when Carter’s lips captured hers in a tender, promising kiss. She heard a soft sigh and knew without looking that Chance was kissing Lucy who was sitting upright against the headboard.

  An excited whimper escaped Bailey’s mouth as the two men began to squeeze her breasts, and then flicked their thumbs over the taut pebbles.

  Carter deepened the kiss, enticing her tongue into a passionate dance, even as Chance trailed his hungry mouth over her collarbone to nibble the soft skin in the curve of her throat.

  “Ooh,” Bailey moaned, suddenly covered in gooseflesh. She began to tremble as her mind was awash with the sensations the two men awakened in her.

  She tightened her arms around Carter’s neck as she was engulfed in sparks of heat that tossed her between the muscled frames of the two men.

  “Oh lord, I love that,” Bailey cried, as they sucked on her nipples, simultaneously. She yielded, arching her back to push against their mouths. She moaned in rapture.

  She was overwhelmed by the heat and lust that seared through her as they gently feasted on the succulent tips. Her mind was tossed into a swirl of sensations.

  “Shit . . . aah!” Bailey screamed when they softly bit into her juicy nipples. She’d never experienced any kind of double play before. The twin sensations caught her unawares and she had no idea how to cope with them.

  “Carter, please, I . . . ohohoh.”

  They shattered her equilibrium; making her squirm in paroxysms of unbridled bliss.

  She was finding it difficult to breathe. Her eyes caught Lucy’s who arched her back as she battled to control the pleasure Chance was eliciting with his plunging hand between her thighs.

  God, how erotic is this? Giving pleasure to both of us in different ways.

  Bailey’s loins ached and throbbed as they began to alternate, gorging on her inflamed clitoris and her nipples to push her over the edge. While Chance continued to plunder Lucy pussy with his fingers.

  “Come . . . I’m . . . coming!” Bailey’s scream bounced off the walls as she became lost in a climax that they kept feeding ruthlessly.

  “I can’t . . . no more. Stop. Please . . . oohh!” she cried as a fresh surge of heat careened through her veins with Carter softly caressing the swell of her stomach.

  “This is only the beginning, love. The night is still young,” he murmured against her skin.

  Chance spread her soft, puffy labia open and groaned with pleasure as he felt the satiny walls of her channel give way to his tongue.

  “Fuck, Carter, this is one hot fucking pussy,” his voice vibrated against her labia, causing her to orbit her hips into his face as he pushed inside. He caressed the silky skin, licking at the juicy nectar that continually glazed his tongue.

  Bailey spun wildly in a vortex of euphoria, tremulous from head to toe as she was blindsided by the lash of their tongues. They deliberately stroked her, heating her core in preparation for yet another onslaught.

  Chance lifted her hips off the bed, spreading her legs wider, drawing a wail of surprise from her throat when he dragged his sinful tongue over her perineum, languidly lapping at it.

  “No, you can’t,” Bailey protested at the licentiousness of the act. Her protest turned to a carnal moan when he tickled her small rosette with his tongue.

  “Oh my god, oh my god,” she stammered as a shudder of ecstasy shook her

  Carter’s eyes glinted with pleasure as he watched her writhe and twist on the bed, completely unprepared for the onslaught on her senses.

  Carter continued to lash at her clit, twirling his tongue around the tip until she thrashed against his mouth.

  “Easy, pussycat,” he gentled her with a brush of his fingers over her nipples.

  “Please, I need your mouth . . . harder, suck on my clit,” she begged, crying out as Chance continued to toggle the tip of his tongue at the entrance of her back orifice.

  Carter conceded and drew the swollen nub into his mouth hungrily.

  “I’m dying here. L
ucy, help me,” Bailey wailed as the sensual tugs on her clit caused a hot flash to rush through her loins.

  “Only with pleasure, pussycat. Always with pleasure.”

  Bailey’s head whipped back and forth on the pillow and she clawed at Lucy who took her hand and leaned closer to offer her support. Her own breathing was haggard and fast, shaking in the throes of erotic pleasure Chance was still eliciting with his salacious fingering of her pussy.

  “I need . . .” Bailey whimpered, not knowing what it was she was asking for. Her body shook and her heart hammered as she tried to stave off the inevitable. Waves of carnal enjoyment hurled her into a maelstrom of emotions.

  The concurrent sensations completely unhinged her, unshackling the final reticence in her psyche. With a zealous shout, she shuddered into an arch and was propelled into a corporeal stupor.

  Carter dragged her atop his body. Her ethereal beauty mesmerized him as she remained suspended in a flight of incoherence.

  “You are beautiful when you climax, love,” he murmured with a smile.

  Her drunken groan eclipsed into a gasp when Chance’s strong arms wrapped around her waist to lift her up and guide her swollen pussy onto the engorged tip of Carter’s cock.

  “Oh boy, that looks so damn hot,” Lucy awed, watching how his huge cock speared open her slit.

  “Ah, little elf, my pussycat is so hot and ready for me. Slower, Chance. I want to enjoy her satiny folds wrapping around my cock,” Carter instructed while he gently sucked her nipples. “More, push her down to the hilt.”

  Chance complied until Bailey arched her back with a hoarse cry.

  “Goddamn, that feels good!” She cried feverishly.

  Bailey’s breathing faltered when she felt Chance dabbing a large amount of lube on her tight rosette.

  “Just breathe, baby. You’ve done this before, haven’t you? Had anal?” Carter queried in a strained voice.

  “Yes,” her voice pitched when Chance slowly began pushing in. She drew a staggering breath when Chance brushed his palm over the soft roundness of her ass cheek. “But never like this,” she whimpered when he withdrew and pressed forward again, this time, reaching around to tap and rub her clitoris until his taut shaft was fully encased inside her ass.