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

by Doris O'Connor

  Rissa sought his gaze in the mirror, and she swallowed hard past that huge lump in her throat.

  “Will you be Daddy’s little girl?”

  Chapter Eleven

  Jonas forced himself to step back and not crowd her as he waited for her answer. His blood boiled in his veins, having heard her halting confession. There was more to this story than the tear stained words that had tumbled out of her mouth, and it would take a hell of a lot more than a few words by him to make her see that he was indeed different from the asshole who’d misused her trust so abysmally.

  It was a far too common story these days. Young impressionable girls looking for an authority figure, who fell prey to unscrupulous men taking advantage of their need to submit. To think that Rissa had been one of those women made him crunch his teeth together. He couldn’t show her his anger. In her fragile state she would take that the wrong way, so perhaps it was for the best that he had to leave town for a few days. It would give her a chance to think over everything he’d said and everything they’d achieved together so far. Closing his eyes, he stepped back until the side of the bed hit the back of his legs and he sat down.

  “Yes, please, Daddy.”

  The whispered words made him yank his eyes open and his throat went dry when he saw his girl get down on her knees and hands and slowly crawl toward him. It was such a sweetly submissive act, he couldn’t form a response, just sat watching her making slow, deliberate progress across the floor. A glance in the mirror afforded him an unrivalled view of her pert ass. Still red from her earlier spanking, the marks of his possession made the dominant in him grin. Especially as this position also meant he could fully appreciate the sight of her wet, swollen pussy lips.

  Every sensuous slide across the floor seemed to make her wetter, and by the time he felt the tentative touch of her slender fingers on his bare toes, Jonas was tenting his joggers. He held his breath as she knelt in front of him. Tongue darting out of her kiss swollen lips she trailed her fingers up the inside of his legs, until she reached the waistband of his joggers, and gave it an experimental tug.

  His cock jerked against its confines and Jonas swallowed a groan, when she nuzzled against that body part. He could feel the heat of her breath even through the soft jersey covering, and cupping her face in his hands he stilled her movements.

  “You don’t have to do this, baby girl.” Jonas ground the words out through gritted teeth. Rissa shook her head, and all thoughts of protest or indeed attempts to stop her flew out of his head, when the little minx pulled his joggers down in one swift movement.

  His cock bounced free. The small appreciative noise Rissa made in the back of her throat, as she grasped hold of the root of his shaft made him sweat, before the first tentative lick of her small pink tongue over the swollen head of his cock robbed him off any coherent response.

  Releasing his hold on her face, mindful of her need to set the pace, he gritted his teeth against the instinct to issue commands. The tentative licks and kisses she ran up and down his rigid length were driving him insane, but he was determined to give her this moment. Jonas curled his fists into the bedcovers instead, and clenched his thighs in an effort to not thrust into the sweet, wet haven of her mouth, when she finally closed her lips over the tip of his peen.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re killing me here.” Throwing his head back, Jonas closed his eyes and gave himself up to the torturously slow, yet blissful havoc his girl was wreaking on his junk. Small fingers weighed his balls in one hand, while she found a rhythm of sorts with her mouth and other hand. It meant his orgasm build slowly, the pressure building at the base of his spine, as she worked his dick with her lips, and teeth, while using her hands on the parts she couldn’t fit into her mouth. Slowly, she built the suction, and Jonas scooted his ass forward in an almost involuntary move, when her fingertips crept lower, along his perineum and up to the ring of muscle guarding his ass.

  He forced his eyes open just in time to see her release his cock from her mouth with an audible pop, and his balls drew up at the erotic view. With her lips stretched wide over his dick, his junk wet from her saliva and his own pre-cum, her features flushed in her seeming need to please him, she looked up at him. His throat went dry and his cock jerked and pulsed between them like a living entity. She smiled and inserting two fingers into her mouth slickened them with her spit. The most mischievous grin he had seen on her yet, kicked up the corners of her mouth, as she swallowed his cock whole, while pushing first one and then another digit through his clenching asshole. His sensitive head hit the back of her throat, and Jonas swore, as she swallowed, pulled back slightly and then deep throated him again. When her questing fingers hit his prostate, Jonas lost the fight with himself. Grasping chunks of her hair, he took over the pace, and started to fuck her mouth like he needed to gain his release.

  Seeing her eyes glaze over, as she willingly surrendered to him was the biggest turn-on yet. Jonas set a ruthless pace, giving himself over to the demands of his body and he shouted his release as he filled her mouth with a seemingly never-ending stream of his seed. Rissa did her best to swallow it all, tears streaming down her face with the effort required and he had the foresight to pull out slightly to not completely cut off her air supply when she gagged repeatedly. Letting go of her, Jonas collapsed back on the bed, arm thrown over his eyes, trying to control his breathing.

  “Fuck, baby, I think you’ve killed me. Give me a moment and I’ll return the favor.” He felt the slight shake of her head, before he heard her denial.

  “There’s no need, Daddy. I’m fine right here.”

  * * * *

  Rissa curled herself around her Daddy’s legs with a content sigh, and smiled when his hand found her head. Her whole body hummed in satisfaction at having given Jonas that pleasure. Seeing and feeling him come undone under her hands and mouth had been the hottest thing ever. It had given her a rush of feminine power unlike any other time she’d gone down on a man. Maybe it was because Jonas hadn’t ordered her to do so. He’d seemed genuinely surprised at her action, and sensing him holding back, she had renewed her efforts to make him lose control. The effect had been spectacular and breathtaking. Even now, Jonas was struggling for breath. Rissa’s heartbeat thundered in her ears, and the force of tender emotions overwhelmed her as she looked up at him to find him watching her.

  “Get up here, girl,” he said. Rissa eagerly followed, and snuggled into his side with a content sigh.”

  “You need to scoot higher. I want to eat that pussy now, but I don’t think I have the strength to move yet.” Heat stained her cheeks at his murmured words, and propping herself up on one elbow to see his expression she shook her head at him.

  Jonas smiled at her, and she lost herself in the heated, yet tender intensity of his azure gaze. Like the deepest ocean they swirled with unsaid emotion that made her heart beat faster and the little girl in her squee in delight. He’d always said there were no such things as fairytales, but being here with Jonas, seeing the open admiration in his eyes, sure made her feel as though she’d found her Prince Charming, which were far too dangerous thought processes.

  Hadn’t she thought the same about him?

  “Stay with me, baby. I can see you drifting off again and that will never do.”

  Jonas’s voice shook her out of the morose path her thoughts were meandering toward. In direct contrast to his earlier words, Jonas demonstrated his returning strength quite aptly by pulling them both up the bed, until he was half sitting up, propped up against the head board with her on his lap. Rissa snuggled into his embrace with a sigh, and Jonas tipped her chin up to make her look at him.

  “It’s true what all the subbies say, you know.”

  She’d surprised him again. Rissa could tell by the slight widening of his eyes, as he studied her.

  “Not sure I like the idea of all the subbies talking about me.” Jonas adopted such a hangdog expression that Rissa had to giggle. Jonas winked at her. “Come on, put a Dom out of his mi
sery. What do they say about me?”

  “That you give the best cuddles.” Rissa dropped her gaze down to his chest and snuggled in closer, as his arms automatically tightened around her.

  “I see, and is that what you need from me right now. Cuddles?” He sounded vaguely amused, and giving into the need to taste him some more Rissa kissed the hair-roughened skin in front of her. His pecs flexed and he swore softly when she found one of his flat nipples. Wrapping her lips around it she suckled and kissed the soft flesh, until his bud firmed and Jonas groaned.

  “Stop that. You’ll give Mr. Wriggly ideas again, and as you’re insisting on cuddles that will not end well.” Rissa could hear the smile in his voice and she giggled as she pulled away from him, and looked down to where his flaccid cock was resting next to her thigh.

  “Mr. Wriggly?” she asked, and Jonas shrugged his shoulders and ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

  “Seems an apt name for him. He doesn’t seem to be able to hold still around you.” Jonas winked at her and gestured to his cock.

  Sure enough it did indeed wriggle, living up to its name, as it stirred and semi hardened and Rissa marveled at Jonas’s recovery time.

  “Is that normal? I mean so soon after…” Jonas threw his head back and laughed.

  “Baby girl, you’re priceless, and you do wonders for my ego. I don’t know about other men, but it’s certainly usual for me, especially around you. Mr. Wriggly isn’t normally quite so eager.” He kissed her then, a soft tender meeting of lips that made her feel truly cherished.

  “I take it he didn’t…”

  Rissa shook her head, and surprised them both by giggling.

  “No, he didn’t.” Some of her mirth fled, as she recalled his reaction, and Jonas sighed.

  “Let me guess, that was your fault too?”

  When she gave a hesitant nod, he swore softly and then disentangled himself from underneath her. It left her strangely bereft, but his next words made her smile.

  “There is only one thing for it. Ice cream and a Disney movie marathon, while you fill me in on what went on. I take it you’ve got more DVDs then the one you were murdering singing along to, when I came in.”

  Rissa’s mouth fell open at his words, and he laughed.

  “I did not murder anything.”

  “If you say so, darling, but I’m sure next door’s cat was howling along with your singing.” He ducked the cushion she flung at him, and put his hands up in surrender. Part of her did marvel at the fact that she dared to do that, but Jonas brought out her playful side, it seemed. The big grin splitting his face in half confirmed the fact that he approved of her actions.

  “That’s my girl. Hold onto that thought, while I retrieve the wine and raid the freezer for some ice cream. You choose the film, baby.”

  With that he took off. Predictably Rufus shot through the door the minute Jonas opened it, and shaking his head in wry amusement at her he let the dog in. Rissa stopped the hell hound from jumping onto the bed with a sharp command, and getting off the bed herself she spent some time making a fuss off him, before she settled him down on the cushion, she had thrown at Jonas’s head.

  “You stay there, or I’ll take you downstairs.”

  Predictably the little guy was quite happy to settle for the item that smelled of his owner, and Rissa had to laugh at the similarity between her and the dog. Jonas’s scent calmed her down, too. Mindful of his instructions, she put on a Lion King DVD, suspecting that would probably be more palatable for Jonas to watch. She’d just had enough time to use the toilet, and freshen up, before Jonas reappeared with a large tub of ice cream, two spoons, and more wine. His eyes lit up in silent approval when he saw the baby doll nighty she’d put on. Grinning he put the tray in his hands down on the night stand, and twirled his hand in an unspoken demand for her to do the same.

  Giggling Rissa turned slowly until she was facing him again, and his wolf whistle made her laugh harder.

  “I hope you followed my dictate for not…damn, that’s a mighty fine sight.”

  Her pussy clenched in need, seeing him adjust his dick through the joggers he’d pulled back on, as she slowly lifted the hem of her dress to expose her naked cunt.

  “I’m a good girl and I do as I’m told.”

  Jonas groaned at her reply, and she giggled anew at the way he swore to himself in Swedish.

  “You, minx, make it very hard for me to keep my hands off of you, and if I didn’t know you were still sore, from earlier, I’d be mighty tempted to show you how I use a hair brush to make a naughty sub scream in pleasure.” He pointed to the bed in another unspoken demand and Rissa missed a step at the images that immediately bombarded her brain.

  Her breathing sped up and the world grew fuzzy around the edges, before Jonas’s strong arms around her pulled her back from the brink.

  “Forgive me, little one. That was insensitive of me. Let’s eat this ice cream and lose ourselves in some sugar-coated Disney for a while, shall we?”

  Which is exactly what they did for most of the night. Jonas fed her ice cream, and then sips of wine in between heated kisses, which sent her body aflame with the languid heat of arousal, while they watched their way through her collection of films.

  At some point she started talking, encouraged by his quiet questions. She told him about growing up with her mum, never having known her father. How Mum had started her obsession with all things Disney. Her love for animals, which had eventually sent her to London in her pursuit of becoming a veterinary nurse. Her joy at having landed a job with inbuilt accommodation on top of the surgery when she’d been freshly qualified. How much she had loved working under her boss, until illness had forced him to retire, and he had taken over the surgery.

  Her voice broke when she explained how she’d fallen head over heels with the enigmatic older man, who’d been so charming, and had introduced her to the world of BDSM, or rather, as she now knew his jaded version of it. Jonas held her and let her cry, his arms tensing around her the only indication of his inner fury. Not once did he press her for his name, however, nor did he show any disgust at her stupidity. Rissa had enough of that in spades for herself. A funny thing happened though. Under Jonas’s quiet acceptance of her tale, peace descended over her. Not having him condemn her for the part she played in the tale that was such a dark part of her life freed her from the guilt she’d been carrying about. That niggling thought that she’d only had to blame herself for this. That she should have told him to get lost, the first time he lifted a hand to her in a non-consensual way.

  “You’re my brave little girl, and I’m so proud of you, little one.”

  Jonas delivered those heated words in between more kisses, as he pulled her night dress over her head, and then upended the last of the melted ice cream over her breasts. Rissa gasped at the cool, sticky sensation of the liquid running down her body.

  “We’ll make a mess.”

  “I don’t fucking care.” Jonas grinned at her, before he proceeded to lick every trace of the ice cream of her skin, making her squirm in need.

  When he lifted her legs over his shoulder, and then upturned the tub again, releasing a small trickle over her pussy, Rissa screeched.

  “Hmm, my favorite flavor of ice cream right there.” His hot breath across her swollen folds was almost enough to send her tumbling over that sweet cliff again, and then he set to work. Gently at first, and then with ever more demanding sweeps of his tongue, Jonas licked her clean off all traces of the sticky fluid between her legs. Delivering little bites along the tender skin of her inner thighs, designed to keep her hovering on that painful ledge he took her right up to the point of exploding, flicking the tip of his tongue across her clit, and then withdrawing, when she moaned and pleaded at him.

  Rissa long since lost awareness of what exactly was coming out of her mouth, as her vision dimmed, and every muscle in her body tightened in anticipation of the building orgasm.

  Hovering on that precipice she waited f
or the words to set her free. Words that only Jonas could deliver, and when he finally looked up at her, she exploded at his growled demand.

  “Come for me baby, now.”

  He latched onto her clit, sucking the swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth, and the resulting orgasm took her breath away. Rissa ground herself against his face, whimpering as he caught her hands in his and abandoning his post between her legs, scooted up her body until she lay pinned under his bodyweight, unable to move. The hot, velvet tip of his cock nudged her entrance. Swearing softly Jonas flexed his hips, running his dick through her pussy lips, renewing the tremors that still shook her body.

  “Tell me this is okay. I’m clean, baby, and I know you’re too from your records. Please, I want to feel your greedy little cunt close around my cock without anything between us.”

  Rissa’s heart leapt for joy inside her chest. With her eyes screwed shut against the myriad of overwhelming sensations assaulting her system, she couldn’t see his expression, but she felt the primal need of his deep timbre vibrate in her very soul.

  “Yes, please, I…oh god, I’m going to come again… Yes…Yessss.” Rissa lost the ability to speak after that, as Jonas surged forward. His thick shaft forced apart sensitive tissues in painful pleasure that awoke every nerve ending. Darts of pleasure shot out through her body. They rocked together in the age old rhythm, the pressure building for them both, until eventually Jonas tensed above her. His cock swelled and pulsed lodged so deep inside of her, she couldn’t be sure where she ended and he began. At this point in time it didn’t matter, as heat bathed her insides and Jonas shouted his release.

  “Look at me baby girl.” Forcing her eyes open, Rissa almost blurted her feelings out loud, under the whirlwind of emotions she read in his stormy gaze right now.