by Kay Dee Royal
Genre Erotic Romance
Tags BDSM, sex toys, Erotic Play Palace, Billionaire, Wedding Coordinator, Bachelorette Party, Santa Love
Release December 2, 2014
Editor Lea Schizas
Cover Designer Cora Graphics
Jade Randals, bride’s wedding coordinator, gets coerced into participating at the Erotic Play Palace.
Landis Parkwell, womanizing billionaire, owns the Palace and intends on breaking Jade into Submission.
But, when the tables turn and Santa gets exposed, who jingles whose bells?
I was not excited about wearing a tight candy-cane striped gown, flourished at the bottom with a taffeta frill of mini jingling bells. The silly stilettoes had turned up toes, like an elf shoe with five-inch clear spikes filled with red metallic glitter. If I were to fall, which I could barely walk in the dress and had no idea how I’d pee wearing it, my body would remain on the ground like a dead woman. Then I thought about the deep plunging front and back. I needed adhesive to make it stay in place; my B-sized boobs weren’t big enough to keep the straps from sliding around.
Salina hired some professional body painters to come in and help everyone transform their faces and any exposed body parts to match their costumes. She looked stunning as a sparkling ice-cycle with a silvery skinny floor-length dress, similar to my red and white striped thing. She took it upon herself to pour flutes of champagne for everyone to enjoy while we played, which under normal circumstances would be my job.
It didn’t take the painters long to get everyone polished up. There were four of them, three guys and a woman, and they worked together, fast and organized. Having four people touching different parts of my body at the same time was new to me, and I noted very arousing. Even if the guys preferred their own gender, their gentle touches sent goose bumps running rampant over my body. One suggested that I wear some little nipple pads as I wasn’t wearing any undergarments. I gasped when he tweaked my nipple to show how obvious it stood out through the fabric.
The girls standing around me had a good laugh at my shocked sound effects. They took turns tweaking each other’s nipples until the painters told them to stop or they’d scrape up the paint job, which made me laugh.