Sold to Santa (SinSity Stories) (2 page)

For some
reason, the way he said it didn’t make him sound stalkerish and creepy. It
sounded weirdly tender.

“You’re
a regular at SinSity then?”

“I’ve
seen you plenty of times.”

“Have we
met?” It was weird to think she didn’t know what this guy looked like. She
couldn’t recall a regular called Nicholas, but then she met a lot of people at
the club. Belle liked to make an effort with them. It made her shifts go more
quickly and the tips didn’t hurt either.

“Yes,
we’ve met.”

“Okay.”
That kind of relieved her. “Cause I never did see what you looked like without
the Santa outfit.”

“Yeah,
that was kind of a dare. But I must admit, your elf costume definitely caught
my attention.”

The way
he said it made her heart do a little flutter. Something about this man was
incredibly enticing. If only she knew what. His voice wasn’t particularly sexy.
His cologne was nice though. Clean, crisp, masculine. And his fingertips had
felt slightly rough. As if he did more than push papers for a living. Nicholas
had to be rich, so what did he do that earned him so much and still allowed him
to work with his hands?

“I
wasn’t meant to be going up for auction,” she admitted. “It was a last minute
thing. I don’t normally do stuff like that.”

“I’ll
admit, I don’t normally buy dates.”

Belle
blinked, still trying to work through the darkness to see him. It was so
frustrating but at the same time, kind of sensual. She could hear the other
customers talking but the lack of light forced her to concentrate on his voice,
his smell. Something about him really peaked her curiosity and it wasn’t just
how mysterious he was.

A gentle
cough and the clatter of plates told her dinner had arrived.

“Here we
go. Please keep your hands on your laps for the moment.” It was the waitress
who had led her in. “Be sure to feel for the edge of the table before putting
your hands out for your knives and forks. We don’t want you putting your hands
in your food!”

Belle
laughed nervously. That was her worst fear. Making a complete mess of herself.
“Thank you.”

“Enjoy!”

Tentatively
searching out her cutlery, she found them easily. With careful movements, she
prodded the food on her plate. A faint scent of herbs hung in the air but she
couldn’t tell what she was about to eat. Taking a bite, she groaned as melted
cheese and caramelised onion danced on her tongue. It had to be some kind of
goat’s cheese tart.

“Nice?”
Nicholas asked, a hint of humour in his tone.

Damn, he
must have heard her groan. “Lovely. Goat’s cheese, I think. Which menu did you
go for?”

“Chef’s
surprise.”

“Oh, me
too.”

“Do you
like surprises, Belle?” he asked quizzically.

“I think
so. Most of the time. I get bored quite easily.”

“That’s
good to know.”

“Why? Do
you have more surprises for me?”

He
coughed at her forthright question. “Maybe.”

Oh why
did that thrill her? How could she be feeling something for someone she
couldn’t recall meeting?

They
tucked into their food—well she assumed that was what he was doing. The gentle
scrape of cutlery on plates was the only sound for a while as they concentrated
on their starter. Belle found herself getting used to eating in the dark and
just enjoying every new taste and texture. After their waitress had refilled
her wine glass and brought out their main course, Belle was well and truly
relaxed.

“So… if
you’re not into paying for dates, why did you come to SinSity that night?”

She had
to admit, she was still curious about the man who paid a fortune for her
company and yet claimed to never buy dates. Maybe he wasn’t as repellent as
she’d assumed. Maybe he normally fought women off. Which confused her all the
more. Was he just a philanthropist looking to support a good cause?

“Uh…
let’s just say I’d been meaning to for a while and decided that night seemed as
good as any.”

She
scowled. “I thought you were a regular.”

“I… uh…
yeah, I’m there a lot but I don’t normally get… uh… involved,” replied
Nicholas.

The
uncertainty in his tone made her frown deepen. He’d gone from sounding mysterious
to plain guilty. Maybe he slept with all the girls and didn’t want to tell her.
It didn’t bother her what the clients at SinSity did. She’d seen enough BDSM
stuff at the club to be fairly numb to it all and she had to admit, one day,
she hoped to try some of it with a man she could trust. Did he think she was a
prude or something?

“But
you’re into the lifestyle?”

He
laughed. “God, I love how forthright you are. No, I’m not into the lifestyle,
but yes, I like BDSM. It’s just not a life choice for me. Just something to
indulge in every now and then.”

Well
this peaked her interest once more. Belle had met plenty of men and women who
were in full time BDSM relationships. Pretty much their entire lives were
dictated by it. She didn’t fancy that personally and even enjoyed plain ol’
vanilla sex sometimes. But she had hoped she’d find someone who might want to
indulge in a bit of domination and submission sometimes. The outgoing,
outspoken part of her needed a break sometimes and she’d chatted enough with
the girls at the club to learn that being a submissive was a great way to be
someone else for a while. To relieve the burden of an outgoing personality.
Sometimes she felt like two people. The quiet, uncertain girl and the fun,
bubbly one. She liked the idea of being able to be both within a relationship.

The
conversation flowed easily as she finished her main of some kind of sumptuous
meat and grilled vegetables. Ali soon brought out dessert. Feeling the bowl,
she realised it was a chilled dessert and unable to resist, Belle dipped her
finger in it. When she put it in her mouth, she moaned as rich, velvety
chocolate greeted her tongue. It was thick and creamy, and insanely decadent.
God, she loved chocolate.

A slightly
strangled cough came from across the table.

“What?”
she asked indignantly.

“You
just put your finger in your dessert, didn’t you?” Nicholas sounded like he was
grinning.

“How
could you possibly know that?” It was a bit of a bad habit of hers. There was
something sexy about eating with your hands. She loved Moroccan because you
could do that. It was reckless and uninhibited to use your fingers.

“Wild
guess.” She practically heard his shrug. “You know,” he must have leaned closer
because his knee brushed hers, sending shockwaves through her body, “those
noises you make are so sexy. Eating with you is kind of torturous but very
arousing at the same time.”

It was
the first bit of physical contact they’d had, aside from the brief touch of his
fingers earlier, and it electrified her. His words rang in her ears.
Arousing
…
he was aroused by her. His knee remained—solid, warm, exciting. She had never
before been turned on by just the touch of a knee but Nicholas was something
else. They got on so well and he was charming and funny. He didn’t mind her
bold tongue and he certainly didn’t seem like a stuck-up billionaire.

Deciding
to risk it, Belle reached under the table and curled her hand around his thigh.
Heat and muscle greeted her through expensive feeling, well-cut trousers. Well,
the Santa suit had to have been padded, she concluded, as there was no way
there was any fat on him. His muscles tightened and she heard the faintest hiss
of breath as she inched her hand higher. To her frustration, she couldn’t reach
any further. Her fingers itched with the need to see if he really was as
aroused as he said he was.

“Are you
aroused?” she asked huskily. Oh God, had she really just said that?

“What do
you think?”

“I hope
so.”

“Are
you?” His tone was raw and rough. He certainly sounded it.

She
swallowed. “Yes.”

“Spread
your legs,” he murmured.

To her
astonishment, her legs dropped open of their own accord. Her heated pussy
welcomed the slight touch of fresh air and pulsed at his words, a rush of
dampness pooling between her legs. With a slight rustle of the table cloth, he
slid his knee between her legs until the fabric of his trousers pressed against
her.

She
wriggled and gasped at the welcome pressure. She was so stimulated, it was
ridiculous. How could she be turned on just by words and sounds? Shifting
again, a spark of pleasure alighted between her legs. It wouldn’t take much.
Just a few subtle movements and she reckoned she’d be well on her way to an
orgasm. But she could hardly do that in the middle of a restaurant, could she?
Even if it was pitch black.

“Come
for me,” he ordered quietly.

Her
mouth dropped open. He really did want her to masturbate against him. And, God,
she was in no position to resist. Their playful banter, and his crisp smell and
muscular thigh had driven her over the edge.

She
moved her hips, warily at first. The solid press of his knee was like heaven to
her pussy. Her clit throbbed in time with her movements as warmth built between
her legs. Strong, masculine fingers wrapped themselves around her wrist
suddenly, the grip powerful but tender, and blood pounded in her ears. Belle
fought to remain silent, and she worked and worked against that knee. Her other
hand gripped her chair and she closed her eyes, even though there was nothing
to see.

Sparks
lit behind her closed lids, powered on by the touch of his hand and the
strength of his thigh between hers. Belle imagined what it would be like to
have that hand on her cunt, playing with her heat and thrusting into her. It
was all she needed. She squeezed her thighs tight around his leg and worked
frantically. The sudden rush of her orgasm made her release the tiniest squeal
and she bit down on her lip. Satisfaction, warm and pleasant seeped through her
muscles and she allowed her legs to flop open again.

Nicholas’
knee gradually retreated but he kept hold of her wrist, his thumb rubbing
gently at the inside of her wrist.

“Wow,
Belle, you are really something.”

She gave
a shaky laugh. “I could say the same for you. I can’t believe I just did that.”

“I’m
glad you did. Now, finish your dessert. I want to take you back to my hotel
room.”

Belle’s
jaw dropped open again. He said it as if she had no choice and that thrilled
her. But she still didn’t know who he was really. Or did she? She knew he was
witty and charming. He had the air of a Dominant but he’d told her he wasn’t a
lifestyle Dom. Nicolas was surely rich to have bid so much on her so he
presumably worked hard. All she didn’t know was what he looked like or how old
he was, but at this point she didn’t care. Maybe he was disfigured somehow. But
she wasn’t sure anything could put her off him now.  The man inside was
sexy as hell.

“Will
you come back to my room with me?” he prompted as she remained silent.

“I—yes,
I will.”

“You
might be… a little surprised,” he warned.

“I like
surprises, remember?” she answered easily and picked up her spoon to set to
work on her dessert. She finished quickly, enjoying it but desperately keen to
get out of the restaurant and see what Nicholas had in store for her.

“Will
you do me a favour and wait outside for me while I settle the bill?” He skimmed
his thumb over her wrist one last time, then lifted it and placed a gentle kiss
to it.

Belle shuddered
in anticipation. His lips were beautiful. She could tell just from that.
Whatever he looked like, she couldn’t wait to spend the night with him.

***

Belle
shuddered as the cold winter air touched her skin. Snow had begun to sprinkle
from the sky, tickling her face. She pulled her jacket tightly about her and
waited. The night was dark and the restaurant kept their exit area dim so you
didn’t have to struggle with bright lights after the darkness of the dining
room. Her heart stuttered in her chest as she waited. Excitement and nerves
churned in her stomach. Was she really going to spend the night with a man she
barely knew?

But, as
she’d already told herself, she knew enough. He wouldn’t be some crazed
criminal or he’d never have got past the club’s security checks. Even if they
only shared one night, she was willing to bet it was going to be amazing. If
just his knee could turn her on, then what could he do with the rest of his
body?

Firm
hands suddenly touched her shoulders and she jolted. “Don’t turn around yet.”

Belle
obeyed, shivers and thrills traversing her spin while he swept aside her hair
and laid his lips to the back of her neck.

“I’m
very glad I bought you, Belle. I’ve been wanting you for a very long time. I’m
going to bring you a lot of pleasure tonight.” He nipped her ear and she
moaned. “But I need you to be open-minded and willing to put your trust in me.
Can you do that?”