Auctioned to the Spanish Dom [The Spectrum Auctions 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Doris O'Connor

  She went so pale at his words, he wondered whether he was pushing her too far. He seemed to have a habit of doing that, but, fuck him, if her responsiveness to anything he did didn’t want to make him push her more.

  “I’m going to cut your clothes off you, that’s all.”

  A whimper escaped her, and her pupils dilated when he stepped back further and used the tip of the knife to circle her nipples. Round and round the buds he went, alternating sides until she panted and her skin was peppered in perspiration. Then he let the tip sink further into the fabric, just enough that she would feel the sting of the knife, and Peyton gasped and pulled on her restraints.

  “Hold still now. I don’t want to cut you by accident.”

  The sadist in him so enjoyed her yelp of fright and the way she even held her breath as he slid the knife through the fabric until only the underwire remained under her breasts. He bent his head to suckle first one and then the other until she gasped for air and the air grew heavy once more with her musk. Two quick flips of the knife meant the rest of her bra fell to the floor, and he brought the knife back into her vision.

  She tensed anew when he held it up to her lips, and then proceeded to draw it down over her chin, across her neck, and through the valley of her breasts. He circled her belly button with the tip, and then put his fingers between the waistband and her skin to cut the fabric. With infinite slowness and always keeping one eye on her reaction, he cut down one side of her hip and then the other. By the time he reached her thighs, Peyton had gone limp against the cross. He looked up to find her unfocused eyes staring into space, her breaths coming in short staccato gasps, and her body flushed in arousal.

  He kissed her, pulling her back in the here and now, and she kissed him back with so much passion, he was hard-pressed not to simply rip the damn jeans off her. Followed by her SpongeBob Girl boxers. He almost laughed out loud when he saw them.

  Instead he broke away, and dropping back on his knees, started from her ankle upward to cut away the offending fabric. Every new bit of skin he exposed he licked across, loving the slightly salty mixture of her sweat-slicked skin. By the time he had repeated the action on the other leg, his joggers were soaked through with his pre-cum. Her bare pussy called him. With her legs spread apart by the cross, her slit was open, the puffy lips exposing the darker skin inside. Her clit stood proud and engorged, and he brought the knife back up to circle the little bud with the tip. Her nubbin grew bigger still, and her thighs trembled as she panted above him.

  “Oh god…no, yes, no…I’m going to…argh.”

  He threw the knife to the floor and fastened his lips around her clit as her orgasm hit. With two fingers pushed inside her pussy hole, he found her sweet spot and sent her tumbling over the edge again, while her juices filled his mouth, and her clenching muscles squeezed the shit out of his fingers.

  While she shook in aftershocks, Pedro straightened and yanked his joggers down to free his aching cock. He had enough foresight to pull a condom out of his pocket and to sheath himself before he drove into her wet heat with one forceful thrust. Her muscles still trembling from her earlier orgasms gripped him in rhythmic waves, and he swore and pulled out only to push home again.

  “So fucking good, pequeña.”

  Anchoring his hands in the soft mass of her hair, he pounded her into the cross, their sweat-slicked bodies slapping together as his orgasm built in record time.

  “Look at me. I want to see you when you come apart around my cock.” He yanked her hair harder and bit down on the plump mouth in front of her. Peyton tightened around him and moaned into his mouth.

  “Look. At. Me.” Pedro accentuated every word with another harsh thrust into her depths, and be brought one hand to her ass to dig his fingernails into her welts. Peyton screamed, and her eyes flew open as she tumbled over the edge one last time, taking him right with her. Pedro lost a small part of himself as his orgasm shot through him, and he stared into his sub’s eyes. He was in a shitload of fucking trouble here, and what’s worse, he didn’t have it in him to care about that, as he grunted his release, and claimed what was his.

  Chapter Seven

  Everything hurt, yet the pain was pure bliss, and Peyton savored the sensations coursing through her body. With Pedro still buried deep inside her core, she clenched her muscles around his softening cock, and he swore and nuzzled into her neck. The action tickled and she giggled and promptly winced when her sore back protested in earnest.

  Pedro withdrew, leaving her to feel curiously empty. He stripped off the condom, tied it, and tossed it across the room into the wastepaper basket. For some strange reason that made her giggle hysterically and Pedro yanked his joggers up and cupped her chin to make her look at him.

  “Let’s get you out of these, pequeña.”

  Peyton shook her head and moaned when he bent to release her ankles. The careful way in which he massaged her ankles and then ran his hands slowly up her legs urging her to close them made her sniffle. To her utter horror, she blinked away unexpected tears. Pedro swiped them off her face with his fingertips, and proceeded to release her wrists too.

  “Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

  Peyton buried her face in his chest, dimly aware of him wrapping something soft around her shoulders and then lifting her up to carry her out of the playroom and across the hallway.

  “Put me down…too heavy.”

  Pedro’s laughter shook his frame.

  “Hardly, pequeña. Just a few steps more. Sit down here.”

  He carefully sat her down on the toilet seat and she realized with a start that they must be in his bathroom. An old-fashioned claw-footed bathtub set in one corner and an enormous shower unit made up the opposite corner. Peyton gasped when Pedro stripped naked and turned it on. Multi-faceted sprays of water hit from all angles, and before she could do anything at all, he’d pulled her to her feet and into the shower. With the enclosure slid behind him, they were in their own intimate cocoon, and she sucked in a breath as the jets of water hit all of her sore areas at once. Instantly, her pussy clenched and arousal flared through her veins again. Pedro positioned her right above one of the jets coming out of the floor, and Peyton stumbled and grasped his shoulders to steady herself. That rhythmic stream against her clit would send her over the edge again in no time.

  Pedro laughed at her reaction, and when she tried to move away, he grasped her wrists, and pulling them high above her head, secured them to a bar positioned across the top of the shower cubicle. Peyton swore softly and he slapped her ass. Just a light touch in warning, but it made her breath go faster and made her sink back into that happy place that only he seemed to be able to take her to.

  “That’s my girl. Let the water soothe those aches while I wash you down, pequeñita. Shut your eyes.”

  Peyton caught a glimpse of his determined expression, before she did as she was told, and some of the jets shut off. Cooling liquid hit her shoulders, and she hissed as he massaged it into her shoulders and back, round to her breasts, and down across her tummy. Her muscles relaxed and the sting of her skin receded to be replaced by soothing warmth.

  Pedro hummed to himself while he continued to run his hands over her ass cheeks and up and down her legs. By the time he finally showed attention to her pussy, Peyton was so turned on, she moaned low and deep in her throat as his clever fingers circled her clit and then teased her hole.

  “Hmm, so wet for me again, aren’t you? Tell me, does my pequeñita want my cock again? Hmm?”

  His accent deepened and the rock-hard evidence of his own arousal nudged her hip. He brought his hands slowly up her sides, until he cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples. Pain shot through her body, and Peyton moaned as that jet right below her cunt came back on. Warm water massaged her clit, and Peyton yanked on her restraints.

  “God, yes, please, anything, I need to come.”

  Pedro bit her shoulder, and grasping her hips, slid the tip of his cock through her labial lips from behi
nd. The rest of the jets came on, and Pedro grunted into her shoulder blades and pushed her body forward as much as her restraints would allow.

  He kept up the slow slide of his dick through her wet folds. From her clit, all the way back to her anus, he teased them both, and kept Peyton hovering on the edge of her release.

  “Such a beautiful sight you make, all naked, bound, wet, and oh so eager for my cock.”

  He lifted her leg and thrust in deep just once before withdrawing, and Peyton’s mouth opened in silent hiss as her sore tissues protested, yet welcomed the invasion.

  “Yes, so eager. Tell me, can I fuck you here?” Cold liquid hit her ass, and then his finger probed and stretched her.

  Peyton moaned and pushed against him.

  “Yes, please, Sir, anything.”

  Pedro took a firmer grasp of her hips and then there was the sweet pressure of his cock breaching her tight hole.

  “Relax, let me in…that’s it…. Hija de mi vida, you’re so fucking tight.”

  He took a firmer grip on her hips, and with a grunt that echoed hers, pushed through until he was deeply lodged in her ass. Peyton whined her need for him to move, and when he did, slowly at first and then with ever increasing speed, she reveled in his complete possession of her. The jet underneath her sprang back into action and Peyton flew headfirst into another orgasm so intense that she could barely breathe. Pedro shouted his own release, released her from her bonds, and then spun her around to simply hold her in his arms, while the water washed away the evidence of their latest coupling.

  Held securely in the arms of her Sir—her Sir—Peyton grinned at the thought, she could have stayed like that forever, but all too soon Pedro shut the water off and stepped away to open the enclosure. He stepped out, wrapped a towel round his hips, and then helped her out of it and into a warm robe. It was miles too big for her, and she had to hold the ends up so that she wouldn’t trip up over them.

  Suddenly shy, she didn’t know what to say to him, so she kept her gaze on the floor, and simply followed him out into his bedroom.

  Dominated by the super queen-size bed in the middle of the room, it had another huge TV screen on the opposite wall. Sliding mirrored wardrobes lined the other wall, and a stack of books and sporting magazines were stacked next to the bed. Pedro slid one of the wardrobe doors back and pulled out another pair of jog pants. Disposing of the towel, he pulled them on, giving Peyton a brief glance of his taut ass cheeks, and then she hastily dropped her gaze back on the floor. On instinct she dropped her knees, and Pedro’s sharp intake of breath made her stomach swirl in nerves.

  * * * *

  Despite his earlier spectacular release, Pedro hardened instantly, seeing Peyton on her knees in front of him. The robe gaped open revealing her amazing tits, and her wet hair clung to her damp skin. Face flushed, lips trembling, she waited for him, and Pedro took a deep breath to calm himself, and stepped toward her.

  “What are you doing, Peyton?” he asked and her head flew up.

  “I-I thought this is what you’d want, Sir?”

  The vulnerability in her gaze made his chest feel tight, and he nodded.

  “This will certainly be part of our protocol, but what I want right now is another coffee and some food. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving after all that exercise.” He winked at her and she laughed. Instead of getting up, however, like he’d expected her to do, she put her hand on his thighs and nuzzled into his crotch. His already hard dick stiffened further, and Pedro wrapped his hands in her hair, and pulled her back.

  “Peyton…”

  “Please let me, Sir. I want to taste you so badly, and that can’t be comfortable, unless you plan on taking me again.” There was such a hopeful note in her voice that he had to laugh and he gentled his hold on her.

  “As appealing as that thought is, I’ve been rough on you, and you will be too sore, so—”

  “Then, let me, please Sir?”

  Peyton interrupted him, and then went a delightful shade of bright red when it seemed to dawn on her what she had just done.

  “Sorry, Sir,” she mumbled and dropped her hands and her gaze again.

  Pedro shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. She was still so close to him that her breath felt hot on his legs and his dick did his best to try and punch a hole through the fabric of his joggers.

  “Very well, pequeña, you may. But you better make sure you do a good job, or you’ll get that punishment you’re pushing for anyway, sore or not.”

  A little squeal escaped her, and she rose on her knees to kiss his abdomen while slowly peeling his joggers down his hips. Every bit of skin she exposed was greeted by her soft lips, and Pedro staggered and sat down on the edge of the bed.

  She followed on her knees, abandoning the robe on the way, and his mouth went dry at seeing her naked, crawling toward him. Her tits swung from one side to side, the fact that one was slightly bigger than the other an utterly fascinating sight. Peyton flicked a glance up at him, and her grin of delight bathed him in a warm glow. His prickly little sub reveled in the fact that she could do this for him, and he let that moment of her utter surrender sink into his soul. His heart jumped in excitement at all the things he would be able to show her, and then she tugged his joggers down further, and he stopped thinking altogether. Peyton spread his legs and knelt between them, kissing a path of heat up the inside of one leg, while sliding her fingers up the other leg, until she could fondle his balls. Heat surged through him at the gentle exploration and he fisted his hands in the bedcovers to stop himself from grabbing her hair and taking charge when she sucked one of his testicles inside the hot haven of her mouth.

  She curled her tongue around the sensitive flesh and he let his head fall back and desperately chanted unsexy thoughts in his head. The little appreciative moans she made in the back of her throat vibrated up his shaft and made his balls draw up to his body.

  “Fuck.” That one groaned word he couldn’t help but utter, seemed to embolden her, because she wrapped her hand around his cock and pumped, while licking the wet tip.

  When she closed her lips around the sensitive head, he lost the fight with himself. His eyes flew open, and taking the mass of her hair, he pulled it out of the way to better see her work his dick. Lips stretched wide around his girth, she struggled to take him all in and gagged slightly when he hit the back of her throat, yet eyes watering, she persevered and swallowed repeatedly as the first spurts of his pre-cum released.

  “So fucking good, pequeña. That’s it. Take me, all of me.”

  Peyton renewed her efforts at his husky words, and when her fingers snuck up to his ass cheeks, he slid his butt off the bed more to give her access. His gut clenched in anticipation when she released his dick with a pop, popped her fingers in her mouth, and then went back down on his cock while sliding her wet digits up to his clenching ass hole. No stranger to the delights of anal stimulation, Pedro made a conscious effort to relax and let two of her fingers slide in. With unerring precision she found his sweet spot, and Pedro roared. Grasping fistfuls of her hair, he fucked her mouth, ruthlessly seeking his own release, made ten times more powerful by Peyton’s fingers pushing him toward oblivion.

  His orgasm built and he emptied himself into his pequeñita’s mouth with a shout loud enough to rattle the windows. Peyton swallowed his cum without hesitation, and Pedro collapsed back on the bed. One hand flung over his head, he gave himself up to the gentle sensation of being licked clean. Eventually the bed dipped and Peyton’s soft curves snuggled into his side. Half lying on top of him, she smiled down on him when he opened his eyes.

  “Fuck, woman, you’re good at that.” He grumbled the words, and Peyton grinned at him before she put her head on his chest and he pulled her close.

  * * * *

  With his reassuring heartbeat under her ear, Peyton let her mind drift for a while. None of her old boyfriends had liked to snuggle, yet Pedro seemed to like it as much as she did. One of his hands drew la
zy circles on her back, the other was interlinked with hers, and his hot breath skimmed across her face when she tipped her face up slightly to see him. Pedro smiled at her and kissed the top of her head. The tenderness he once again showed her surprised her, but then, hadn’t he done that from the minute she met him? Then she thought him just an overbearing control freak, and when she’d found out he was a sadist, she’d been rather frightened too. More of her own body’s reaction to that news, to be fair. There was something about Pedro, which had meant she couldn’t get him out of her head, no matter how hard she tried. In turn, she had become more and more obnoxious toward him, and he had become more and more belligerent.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, and Pedro’s caress of her back stilled for a second, before it resumed.

  “For what?” he asked. Outwardly calm, she nonetheless could feel the tension in his muscles and her stomach roiled.

  “For the way I behaved to you in the past. I was…err, rather difficult.”

  Pedro relaxed slightly and laughed.

  “That’s one way of putting it. Why are you bringing this up now?” he asked and scooted up the bed slightly until his back rested against the headboard. Unfortunately, he also pulled his joggers back up, hiding his magnificent cock from view. She could still taste him, and her mouth watered, remembering the feel of him in her mouth. Pedro’s smile deepened when he noticed her reaction, and he crooked his finger at her to urge her up the bed. Peyton complied by crawling up the bed toward him, and his gaze darkened when he stared at her tits.

  When she was level with him, he reached out to pinch her nipples, and Peyton moaned as the delightful twinge made her pussy muscles clench in need.

  Pedro’s grin turned wicked, and he released her slowly.

  “These would look delightful pierced.” He flicked each nipple in turn and Peyton shook her head.

  “I don’t think so, Sir.”

  “Oh, I very much think so, pequeña. The fun I could have torturing them…”