Auctioned to the Protective Dom [The Spectrum Auctions 4] (Siren Classic)

by Doris O'Connor

  The sound of a zipper being pulled, the rustle of clothing, the tearing of foil, all served to pitch her deeper into the pit of fevered anticipation.

  “I’ve been dreaming of sinking my cock back into your sweet cunt all day, but first things first.”

  Rissa cried out at the openhanded swat that connected with her left ass cheek without warning. It left a nasty sting behind, even as Jonas immediately soothed that pain away by rubbing his hand over the area.

  “Breathe, baby, it will make this easier for you, but you’ve earned yourself this spanking.” Another just as hard swat to the other cheek this time brought tears in her eyes.

  “Why?” she gasped, as Jonas massaged that sting away, too.

  “Why, she asks.” His hold on her wrists tightened and he half pulled her up so that she could look at him.

  “You put yourself in danger today, and that is not acceptable.”

  Rissa rolled her eyes at that.

  “There only scratches, hardly dangerous, and…oomph.”

  Before she could finish that sentence, Jonas pushed her back down onto the table and delivered four more swats to her ass in quick succession. They took her breath away with the intensity of the blows. Heat spread from her ass up her back and down into her clit, and Rissa moaned as her arousal spiked. This shouldn’t be a turn-on, yet, it was, especially with Jonas leaning over her, and growling into her ear.

  “I’m not spanking you for the scratches, though I’m not pleased at marks not made by my hands, girl. I’m spanking you, because you went back to that room without me. I told you, I don’t like you living there.”

  Another two swats followed that announcement. They zinged straight to her clit, making that little bundle contract in need. It was becoming harder and harder to think, to not simply allow herself to sink into the blissful oblivion of total surrender to his will, but Rissa fought against it.

  “Not fair. Had to get things. Took Brutus, and…”

  Two more swats, much harder than before, robbed her of the ability to speak. Miraculously she hovered at the brink of an orgasm. It dimmed her vision and she panted and squirmed under the soothing motions of Jonas’s hand on her abused flesh.

  “I appreciate that, baby girl, but you should have checked with me first. It was always my intention to take you back there, and to get more things that you might need. I told you, you’re mine now. I don’t want you living there. Your place is with me.”

  Rissa groaned when she felt the thick head of his erection slide through her slit. He bumped into her clit on the down stroke, making her shiver in arousal, as that bud clenched and quivered. More of her juices trickled out of her pussy, and onto her thighs. Jonas grunted as he pulled the tip of his thick head back through her slit and all the way up to her anus. He repeated that motion several more times, coating them both in her natural lube. Rissa screamed and rose on her tiptoes, when he slammed into her pussy without warning.

  The sensitive tissues clamped down on his shaft, as he forced them apart with his ruthless entry, awakening every nerve ending. As wet and aroused as she was the action still hurt. Rissa whined her relief, when his balls hit her clit and he bottomed out inside her. Jonas grew still, waiting for her to adjust, as he murmured endearments into her sweat dampened neck, and then kissed his way up her jaw to claim her mouth.

  “Relax, baby, you can take me. That’s my girl. So tight. So fucking good.” The words delivered in between kisses meant that pain gave way to pleasure, as her body got used to his size. Jonas pulled back slightly, and then slammed back into her. Her mons hit the edge of the table, and the resulting vibration to her clit made her shiver all over.

  Jonas smiled into the kiss he gave her, and did it again.

  “That’s it. Such a greedy little cunt. Grip me harder, baby. Show me how much you want Daddy’s cock.”

  The dirty words pushed Rissa over the edge. Clamping down on Jonas’s cock she flew. It seemed to be what Jonas had been waiting for, because he pistoned in and out of her while delivering several more swats to her sore ass. It made Rissa ride the seemingly never-ending waves of her orgasm. Every thrust of his, the feel of his hairy legs against her thighs, the wet sounds of their bodies coming together, the weight of his balls hitting her pussy lips, as he slammed her back into the table brought with it further contractions.

  “You’ve got such a great ass, baby. I want to claim this hole.”

  The words barely registered over the blood rushing in her ears, and her need for oxygen, as Jonas rested his full body weight on her and kissed her, while withdrawing from her body. She moaned, feeling empty without his thick cock claiming her and he laughed.

  “Give me a color, baby.”

  Rissa screwed her nose up, and she’d have flipped him the finger, had she had the energy. Color indeed. Surely that was fucking obvious.

  With that uncanny ability of his to read her moods, Jonas must have sensed her rebellion, because he delivered several more openhanded swats to her sore ass that completely took her breath away, and meant she saw stars.

  “I shall take that as green then, baby.”

  His grin turned wicked, and Rissa knew she was in trouble.

  Especially when he pushed several fingers into her channel and curling them upward massaged her sweet spot with devastating results. The waning orgasm flared anew with an intensity that made her scream and writhe underneath him. Her whole body tensed, and then shook as every nerve exploded into shards of delight. Cool liquid trickled into the cleft of her ass, and she briefly wondered what he was using for lube, before thinking became impossible, as he pushed several fingers into her back passage, stretching her, getting her ready. She whimpered when he withdrew his digits, and replaced them with his cock. There was some pressure, and the brief burn of pain, as Jonas breached the tight ring of muscle, and then nothing but pleasure. It spiraled outward in ever wider circles of bliss with every thrust and retreat into her ass. His fingers dug into her hips, and drops of sweat fell on her back as Jonas sought his own release with ever more forceful and uncoordinated thrusts. With one last hard thrust into her that made her feel utterly owned, Jonas pulled her off the table and back onto her feet. Supported by his hard arm around her waist, the move meant he slipped in even deeper, and head buried in her neck, he shouted his release, as his cock jerked inside her ass, triggering one last mini orgasm for her.

  “Fuck, baby.” His shout made her grin, even as her knees buckled from under her.

  Jonas, too, lost his balance and they slid to the floor in an undignified tangle of arms and legs. Naturally Brutus leapt on top of them, and Jonas’s immediate sneezing meant his softening dick slid out of her ass, while Rissa did her best to fend off the slobbering dog. Jonas meanwhile launched into a cacophony of swearing, in between sneezing, and Rissa burst out laughing.

  Once she started she couldn’t stop. Seeing Jonas yank his trousers backup, while trying to shoo the dog out of the kitchen didn’t help one little bit, and while he swore at the hell hound, after he’d eventually managed to lock the dog flap with the little dog outside in the garden, he, too smirked.

  “This is not funny, baby girl…hatchoo.”

  Chapter Nine

  Rissa’s carefree giggles rung in his ears, and despite the fact that he couldn’t stop sneezing, Jonas’s lips quirked into a grin. It was good to see her laughing, even if it was at his expense. Through his rapidly watering gaze, he could just about see her struggle to her feet. The Dom in him grinned in satisfaction at seeing her wince. He’d been hard on her, and she would feel that spanking, not to mention his claiming her ass for some time. It would remind his girl who she belonged to, and that there were consequences for disobeying his instructions.

  “Here.” She pressed his allergy meds into his hands. “You really ought to take those before you come home to Brutus, so they have a chance to work.”

  Jonas murmured his thanks, swallowed the tiny pills, and once he’d used both the nasal spray and the eye drops, f
elt human again.

  Rissa gave him a tentative smile, and Jonas felt a twinge of guilt at the way she was rubbing her ass. She didn’t seem to be aware of doing it. Before he could comment on it, Brutus threw himself at the dog flap, while making the most pathetic whining noise known to dogs.

  “Can I let him back in again now, or do you need a moment longer?”

  Her concern for the hell hound made Jonas want to scoop her in his arms, and kiss her senseless. As that would only lead to one thing, however, he refrained from acting on that impulse. She would need some pampering first and they needed to talk. Her initial reaction to his displeasure had scared the shit out of him. Clearly he had triggered something, and he needed to know what that was to stop it from happening again.

  “I’m fine, baby girl, let him back in.”

  She scooted across to open his flap, and Jonas groaned under his breath when she bent down to do so. Rufus shot in and with her holding her position to make a fuss of him, her skirt flipped up even higher. The action exposed her ass cheeks. Red and hot, covered in his hand prints, they drew his gaze to her puffy nether lips and her well used other hole. Despite the breathtaking orgasm he’d had not long ago, his cock went to half-mast instantly. Swallowing hard, Jonas closed his eyes against temptation, pinched the bridge of his nose, and willed his burgeoning erection to subside.

  “Are you sure you’re all right?” Soft fingertips grazed his clenched jaw, and the slight weight of Rissa’s breasts pushed into his side, as she leaned into him. He opened his eyes, to see her standing on tiptoes, studying him. Rufus, too, tried to get his attention. Stood on his hind legs he danced around Jonas’s feet. He ignored the dog, and smiled at Rissa.

  “I’m fine, just wondering whether my edict to not have you wear panties was such a great idea. It makes me want to fuck you again.” Grasping her ass cheeks, he pulled her closer so that she could feel his wood. Rissa’s eyes widened. She tried to hide her wince as he kneaded the hot globes under his hands. “And you’re not up for a repeat performance yet, are you?”

  He laughed when she shook her head.

  “No, but if Daddy needs me, I have one more hole to be claimed.”

  The little minx wriggled against him as she spoke. Naturally his dick responded to that invitation with a speed that left him light headed.

  “We have half an hour at least until dinner is ready, so…” Putting her hands on his chest, she trailed them lower, and the temptation to take her up on her offer was almost too strong to resist.

  “I have a better idea on how to use that half hour.” Bending his knees Jonas picked up the mischievous bundle, and Rissa cried out in surprise when he flung her over his shoulder.

  “What are you? Put me down, you… ouch!”

  Jonas made the slap to her bare ass resound around the room. It was designed for effect, rather than to hurt, and the way she immediately stopped struggling made him grin.

  “Enough, girl. This isn’t your decision to make, is it?”

  A gasp escaped her when he ran his fingers through her puffy pussy lips. The scent of aroused woman filled the air, and Jonas loved the rapidly increasing wetness under his fingertips. He tapped her clit, and Rissa tensed.

  “I asked you a question, girl. I expect an answer. Unless you really do not want to be able to sit down in any remote degree of comfort for the rest of the week, you carry on ignoring me.”

  Rissa went stiff over his shoulder, and Jonas knew immediately that he’d said the wrong thing. She wasn’t to know that he would never, ever follow through on that threat. Overly harsh corporal punishment had never been Jonas’s style. His girl must have been on the receiving end of such treatment in the past if her immediate reaction, and her earlier flash back to some undefined horror were any indication.

  “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I try harder.” A sob escaped at the end of those whispered words, and Jonas swore under his breath.

  Gentling his voice he patted her bottom and started to walk.

  “I know you will, little one, and I’m not angry with you. I just want answers, okay.”

  Faint movement on his back made him assume she was nodding, and taking the stairs three at a time, with Brutus in hot pursuit, he made his way to the bathroom.

  “Oh, no, you stay out here. Rissa does not need you in the bath with her.” Jonas managed to kick the door shut before Brutus could get in and then slowly slid Rissa down his front. Just as he’d feared she looked on the verge of tears. Moisture clung to her eyelashes and she made a valiant attempt to blink it away.

  “Why are you crying, baby girl?”

  Instead of answering him, she pulled away, shook her head, and hugged her arms around herself. Jonas sighed, and taking hold of the shower attachment rinsed out the bath, before he put the plug in and turned on the taps. Her gaze burned a hole in his back, as he added aloe vera to the water to help soothe her skin. Glancing up he could see her profile in the mirror above the sink. Biting her lips, her brows were drawn together in a deep frown, and she jumped out of her skin, when he turned around to fully face her.

  “Easy there, little one. I just want to take care of you.” He tugged on her arms to get her to uncross them and breathed an inward sigh of relief when she complied. Fresh tears filled her eyes as he proceeded to unbutton her shirt, and helped her shrug it off her shoulders. He kissed the streaks of moisture off her face, and Rissa whimpered.

  “I’m going to ask you again. Why the tears, sweetheart?”

  Gently cupping her chin, Jonas tilted her head up, giving her no choice but to look at him, and the abject misery in her green eyes made him want to punch something.

  “Tell your Daddy what’s wrong?”

  * * * *

  Rissa fought the tears, but try as she might, she couldn’t. The words were out before she could stop them.

  “I’m wrong. I’m sorry. I’m just no good at this. I always do the wrong thing. I know you hate me being so childish.”

  The grip on her chin grew painful. She focused her attention back to the man whose deep blue gaze intensified as he studied her.

  “Have I ever given you the impression that you’re being childish, baby girl?” The note of censure in Jonas’s voice cut deep, and Rissa wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

  “I asked you a question. Give your Daddy the courtesy of answering him, please.” Softly spoken as the words were they nonetheless made her feel even more wretched inside, and she forced the words past her lips.

  “No I’m sorry, but I know you Daddies don’t like it when—” Jonas’s furious curse stopped her mid speaking. He let go of her, whirled round to turn off the water and then stood staring at the wall, chest heaving, as though he was struggling for breath. When he faced her again, his face was void of expression, as though he was making a conscious effort to hold onto his emotions.

  “Give me his name, so that I can go and beat the fucking idiot who put such nonsense into your head into a bloody pulp.”

  He smiled grimly when she reared back in surprise.

  “On second thought, don’t, because I’ll end up in prison for murder, and then I won’t be able to look after you, but god almighty, girl.” Running a hand through his hair, which made the blond strands all stick up in that just out of bed look, which looked sexy as hell on him, he started pacing.

  “Get into that bath, girl. I’ll be back in a minute, just as soon as I don’t want to kill something.”

  In the blink of an eye, he was gone leaving Rissa to stare at the shut bathroom door. Brutus howled and scratched at the door until Jonas’s yelled, Shut the fuck up, dog, ensured the little dog did just that.

  Rissa’s heart jumped. Oh, he sounded absolutely furious. In truth she was furious with herself for acting in this ridiculous manner. Jonas must think her crazy with her moods jumping all over the place like a demented flea. She bit back another sob, and glancing at the bath, undid the zipper on her skirt with trembling fingers. That bath did look inviting and she had pissed
him off enough. Regardless of what he’d said, she had annoyed him on more than one occasion. Another tear rolled down her cheek and she angrily swiped it away, as she kicked off her slippers, rolled down her socks, and then climbed into the water. A hiss escaped her, as her sore ass made contact with the water, before the heat turned into a soothing caress.

  Closing her eyes, she laid her head back on the tub, and let the warmth of the bath sooth her wary body. Slowly her muscles relaxed. If only she could say the same for her overactive mind. She turned over every interaction she’d ever had with Jonas. From the minute she had first spotted his tall frame in the crowded club, he’d occupied her thoughts and dreams. Her heart had stuttered to a halt, when his blue gaze had connected with her. Eyes narrowing, he’d nudged Master Slade, and had asked him something. It had been clear that the two men had been talking about her, and Rissa had sought refuge behind the curtain of her hair, and tried her best to take in Lindsey’s instruction of what went where behind the bar.

  For the most part she had successfully managed to avoid contact with him. Oh, he had tried to engage her in conversation, and even in taking part in a scene more than once, but she’d always cried off, until the auction. And now she was here, and she was still messing things up. Sure, he liked the sex, but that wouldn’t keep him happy for long. Jonas could have any sub at the club, and it wouldn’t be long until he got fed up with her, and would find himself a submissive without the myriad of hang-ups Rissa had.

  The sound of the door opening shook her out of her morose thoughts. She blinked in the steam rising from her bath to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, but Jonas had changed. Gone was the business suit, and in its stead he wore a faded pair of joggers and not much else. They hung low on his hips, drawing her gaze to the delicious V of his muscles. Despite the little pep talk she had just given herself, her body responded to the sight of this man in Pavlovian fashion. Her breasts grew heavy, her nipples peaked, practically waving at him, and her pussy did its little dance act that meant tingles shot out from her clit, and made her breathing speed up.