Master Santa

By Linzi Basset

There she was, staring at the door of the exclusive club, Lascivo Credence.

Who did something like this? Accept an anonymous invitation to become a stranger’s sub for one night? What was she thinking? It was completely out of character for her―especially since her knowledge of the lifestyle was limited to what she read in novels. But her curiosity over the super hot CEO she worked for and had a secret ... er ... libido crush on, was the caveat to throw caution to the wind. She had to know what he was up to in his free time.

In a skimpy elf dress, wearing killer heels, she waited to meet Master Santa ... completely unaware of the deviant plans he had in store for her.

Cash Evans had it all. He was rich, clever and possessed the kind of physical appeal that made women’s clothes fall from their bodies with one look from him. But he had needs, the kind very few women could understand let alone embrace, and he should know. He’d been searching for the right one for years.

Now, he had his sights set on the naturally sensual Megan Torres, and the powerful Dom in him knew just how to wake the submissive within her.

Would one night with him yield the one he had been searching for, or would she flee him and his chains when the clock struck midnight without a backward glance?

Editor's Note:
Prepare to touch yourself while reading this story ... to provoke both pleasure and to try to protect your most intimate parts from Master Santa's 'special' tendencies. This story will turn you on and make you cringe in staggering succession, and by the end, you might even be looking into trying his special treatment for yourself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linzi Basset
• Release date: Nov 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463242735

Linzi Basset

“Isn’t it a universal truth that it’s our singular experiences and passion, for whatever thing or things, which molds us all into the individuals we become? Whether it's hidden in the depths of our soul or exposed for all to see?” Linzi Basset is a South African born animal rights supporter with a poet’s heart, and she is also a bestselling fiction writer of suspense filled romance erotica books; who as the latter, refuses to be bound to any one sub-genre. She prefers instead to stretch herself as a storyteller which has resulted in her researching and writing historical and even paranormal themed works. Her initial offering: Club Alpha Cove, a BDSM club suspense series released back in 2015, reached Amazon’s Bestseller list, and she has been on those lists ever since. Labelling her as prolific is a gross understatement as just a few short years later she has now been published forty-one times; a total which fails to take into account the three other published works of her alter ego: Isabel James who co-authors—nor does it include the five additional new works marked for imminent release. “I write from the inside out. My stories are both inside me and a part of me so it can be either pleasurable to release them or painful to carve them out. I live every moment of every story I write. So, if you're looking for spicy and suspenseful, I'm your girl... woman... writer... you know what I mean!" Linzi believes that by telling stories in her own voice, she can better share with her readers the essence of her being: her passionate nature; her motivations; and her wildest fantasies. She feels every touch as she writes, every kiss, every harsh word uttered, and this to her is the key to a never-ending love of writing. Ultimately, all books by Linzi Basset are about passion. To her, passion is the driving force of all emotion; whether it be lust, desire, hate, trust, or love. This is the underlying message contained in her books. Her advice: “Believe in the passions driving your desires; live them; enjoy them; and allow them to bring you happiness.” Follow Linzi everywhere: https://linktr.ee/LinziBasset

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Author’s Note

Dear Reader,

Master Santa is a special treat for a cold Christmas Eve ... or any time of the year! This novella will tantalize your senses as you share the hot, sexy, and exciting journey of two people who came together by the throw of a dice. They learn that fate has no boundaries.

There she was, staring at the door of the exclusive BDSM club, Lascivo Credence.

Who did something like this? Accept an anonymous invitation to become a stranger’s sub for one night? What was she thinking? It was completely out of character for her―especially since her knowledge of the lifestyle was limited to what she read in novels. But her curiosity over the super-hot CEO she worked for and had a secret ... er ... libido crush on, was the caveat to throw caution to the wind. She had to know what he was up to in his free time.

In a skimpy elf dress, wearing killer heels, she waited to meet Master Santa ... completely unaware of the deviant plans he had in store for her.

Cash Evans had it all. He was rich, clever and possessed the kind of physical appeal that made women’s clothes fall from their bodies with one look from him. But he had needs, the kind very few women could understand let alone embrace, and he should know. He’d been searching for the right one for years.

Now, he had his sights set on the naturally sensual Megan Torres, and the powerful Dom in him knew just how to wake the submissive within her.

Would one night with him yield the one he had been searching for, or would she flee him and his chains when the clock struck midnight without a backward glance?

Editor's Note:

Prepare to touch yourself while reading this story ... to provoke both pleasure and to try to protect your most intimate parts from Master Santa's sadistic tendencies. This story will turn you on and make you cringe in staggering succession, and by the end, you might even be looking into trying this pain for pleasure thing. 

I wish you well and hope you will enjoy this story.

Warmest regards,

Linzi Basset

Chapter One

Lascivo Credence.

Lascivious Acceptance. How appropriate, she thought as she stared at the stylish gold crafted sign that glimmered in the gay Christmas light colors of red, green, and gold above the intricately carved dark wood door. Inviting, decadent, and scary at the same time. Megan Torres stared at it, suddenly not as confident as she had been when she’d accepted the anonymous invitation to attend the Christmas Eve party at the upmarket and very exclusive club.

Miss? Is there a problem?

The nasal voice of the cab driver yanked her gaze to the front.

Ehm ... no. She could hear the hesitance vibrate in her voice.

Do you want me to wait? Just in case. The offer came from a man who had seen many things in his forty years as a cab driver. He glanced around. The parking area in front of the impressive mansion that had been converted into an exclusive club—on a private estate edged between Crystal Lake and the coast in Michigan—was packed with luxury cars and limousines. A gathering of the rich and famous. His eyes flitted over the woman in the back seat. She was beautiful but the tight hold she had on the clutch purse in her hand showed that she wasn’t one of them. She seemed as out of place as the bright yellow cab.

Megan dragged in a trembling breath. The invitation she’d received flashed in her mind once again.

You are cordially invited to be

my personal guest at Lascivo Credence,

a place where your fantasies become reality. Dare to be brave.

Master Santa.

That in itself hadn’t been alarming, but the link she had been directed to, to complete a non-disclosure agreement and a limit list—which until that point she’d only read about in lascivious BDSM books—had shaken her conservative existence to the core. It hadn’t stopped her from completing it though. The opportunity to experience all the things she’d only read about had been too tempting. Although, if she was honest with herself, her desire was to see if the rumor was true that it was the place where Cash Evans spent his free time—Cash was the owner and CEO of Evans Sports Wholesale Group in Bay City where she worked as a Senior Legal Advisor. A man who made her ovaries burst into song and dance every time she passed him in the hallways. She couldn’t count the times she’d ended up with her panties wet and her clitoris throbbing from no more than brief eye contact and a nod from the gorgeous man.

It was insane. She was a forty-four-year-old woman for goodness sake and she acted like a teenager with a crush on a teacher!

No ... this is where I’m meant to be.

She handed over the fee and offered the friendly man a tentative smile as she exited the cab. Her feet—adorned in spiked, green, open-toed stilettos, with jingling silver bells that were added to further embellish her outfit as a seductive elf—refused to move. She clutched her purse in one hand and the formal access card that had been hand-delivered to her desk soon after she’d completed the applications online, in the other. It had been unnerving that whoever had issued the invitation had known where she worked.

Well, Megan, you’re here now. Might as well bite the bullet and go inside.

Her thighs trembled as she approached the three-story Southern style mansion. It stood proud and regal, awaiting her entrance. The wood under her hand felt warm as she reached out to push open the door. Doubt assailed her as the cautious Megan rose from the ashes where she’d banned her to while getting dressed earlier.

What am I doing here? I’m not the adventurous type. And that warning! Oh, shit, I don’t think I can—

Having second thoughts?

Megan pivoted around at the deep voice that caused a shiver to run down her spine. He stood a couple of steps away, but his tall, well-proportioned body, dressed in a dark suit, exuded power, so much so that it felt like he was invading her personal space. She sucked in a breath. He was tall and stood with his feet braced apart.

I ... don’t ... maybe I shouldn’t have come, she stammered.

His handsome face was illuminated by the flickering lights. The strong planes of his cheeks and jaw appeared rigid, unsmiling, but his eyes ... oh man ... those eyes seemed to burn right through her. Her skin tingled in response to the lazy gaze that traveled over the black coat that ended mid-calf, to her feet and back. Much like hers had done to him. His dark hair was cut in a neat style and she could see the streaks of gray at his temples. He made her think of Cash Evans. He had the same composure and confidence in the broad lines of his shoulders. She sighed in relief. At least it meant she wasn’t too old for a place like this!

Yet, you came.

Megan nodded and waved the invitation that had become crumpled in her fist. I was invited.

Let me guess. You’re not in the lifestyle.

Hell no, I’m not! Her mind immediately responded but somehow, the expectant glimmer in his eyes told her there was more to the question. A deeper probe ... which was confirmed as his lips twitched in a ghost of a smile.

Curiosity is good, little one, but once you set foot inside, you better be prepared. He walked closer ... too close.

Megan suddenly couldn’t breathe as she had to tilt back her head to look into his face. His chest pressed her back against the door.

Oh, hallelujah! Her ovaries cheered at the contact. Megan was shocked at the immediate flush of heat that slithered past her labia to wet her panties. Get a grip, Megan! He’s a complete stranger.

Yes, little one, that’s what you can expect in there ... and so much more. He chuckled and brushed his finger over her flaming cheeks. You are going to cause a ruckus in there, that’s for sure.

W-why? She gasped as his finger traced the fullness of her bottom lip.

No Dom can resist a blushing sub ... especially a newbie like you.

Megan’s eyes flashed sideways. I’m not sure I should ... maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Her mind went silent ... for once, although she suspected it was in shock. Like hell, woman! This is so the best idea you’ve ever had!  Megan suppressed the desire to sigh as her inner voice woke up. How was she supposed to resist it and the man who held her captive with the slight pressure of his chest? She moistened her lips with a sweep of her tongue, exulting in the hardness she felt pressing against her stomach. Gawd, that feels good! Her nipples had turned into hard stones and she had no doubt he could feel them poking into his chest.

His low chuckle preceded his deep voice. "I’ll take that as a compliment, little one, but try to curb your desires and reactions in there. Your eyes are