Page 1 of Christmas Desires

CHAPTER 1

Elle

Electricity ran underneath my skin as I moved through the large room. The country manor glowed with decorations for the festive season. Warm white lights twinkled on an enormous Christmas tree covered in red bows in the corner. I made a beeline for the wood-panelled bar and tugged at the hem of my little black dress as I slid onto a stool. A bubble of tightness swelled in my throat, and I bounced slightly with the beat of the low-level music.

The barman smiled at me, and I ordered a white wine. The cool alcohol did nothing for my internal state. I gripped the stem of the glass as I stared around. Most men wore expensive suits, and the women wore cocktail dresses. The grandeur of the room didn’t look how I imagined a sex club would look, but apparently, it was very discreet, and this was the semi-public area. Because it was exclusive as fuck here, the real debauchery went on elsewhere in the sprawling manor house.

The check-in desk took my phone when I signed all the electronic paperwork, so I couldn’t distract my nerves by playingCandy Crush or texting Zoe. I wished my wing woman were here, but she was across the pond, pandering to a fit-but-grumpy CEO who sounded like he wanted more than just her image consultant skills. So I was alone without backup, waiting to meet a guy they called theDesire Genie. I probably ought to be more nervous than excited. Zoe always said I trusted people too quickly and made too many spontaneous decisions. But I’d done my research this time, and as daft as it sounded, I thought he might be my only hope.

In my increasingly desperate pursuit to explore my kinks, I got organised on how to fulfil them. No one would describe me as a shy girl, and I’d yet to find a guy that could handle me. I was sick of boyfriends looking at me weirdly when I told them what I liked in the bedroom. I thought it was girls who were supposed to be vanilla? However, through the wonder of the internet and an interesting conversation with a fellow fashion buyer, I found an online community for kink lovers attached to this club.

Murmuring brought my attention to the door. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of the guy in the doorway. The lighting played off his impeccable suit that was definitely not off the rack. As a fashion buyer, I prided myself on knowing clothes. The light grey wool mix brought out his piercing dark eyes. They swept the room and landed on me and a smile curved his full lips. I shivered as he came closer. The size of him made me want to squeeze my thighs together.

“Candy Cane, I presume?” His deep voice ran over me like velvet.

I nodded. “Gene?”

He asked I call him Gene, not Desire Genie. I’d picked my seasonal name for effect.

The bartender nodded at him and slid a coke towards him as he took a seat next to me.

“Glad you found the place.”

“It’s not what I expected,” I said.

The beautiful, listed building on the edge of the Peak District wasn’t where I imagined sex parties being hosted. You could book a room to stay after playing too.

“What did you expect? Dungeons and leather restraints? We have those. But not in the main lounge.” He flashed a set of pearly white teeth.

I suppressed the need to shake my sweaty hands out.

“It’s classier.”

“That’s the general aim.” He took a sip of his drink, and I watched the strong column of his neck move.Was neck porn a thing?

“I reviewed your limit list. You are an adventurous girl. You should explore full membership here.”

I hummed. It was certainly a temptation for me. The club gave women a reduced rate. I’d heard they made single women feel very welcome. As an online member, I could attend a certain amount of nights as an invited guest of a main member. The membership was steep but incredibly tempting, especially if I could land the bonus attached to an up-and-coming account at work. In the meantime, I was here as Gene’s guest. He’d run a poll in the forum about unfulfilled kinks and chosen my answer from the group. He offered to be the Dom to bring a particular desire of mine to life.

“Are you still interested in exploring a scene with two Doms?”

The buzzing inside me intensified. Gene had broached the idea during one of our online chats. I didn’t think too hard; this entire experience had released my freak flag, and it was flying free. Did I want to experience double pleasure? That was like asking a girl if she wanted chocolate with her chocolate. I wanted it all.

“In for a penny, in for a pound. Or a double pound?” I smirked.

Gene grinned. “You’re going to love it here.”

One of my kinky forum friends who previously experienced a scene with Gene said he was an incredible Dom, and I was safe with him. As a reckless type of girl, this was reassuring to me.

“Let’s sit somewhere more comfortable, and I’ll have him meet us.” Gene helped me off the bar stool and ushered me to a sofa beside a fireplace.

Up close, colourful tattoos peeked out from beneath his cuffs, and his fresh, lemony scent tickled my nose. We set our drinks on the small table separating the two couches and sank into the buttery leather seat.

“Would you like to find a Dom long-term?” he asked.

And explore the side my previous boyfriends found perverse?Hell yes.

“I’d be open to that,” I said demurely.

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