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

by Doris O'Connor

  What’s more he would have Pedro and Slade breathe down his neck for the way he’d spoken to their subs. Rissa had been spot on in her assessment. He had no right to speak to either woman like that. Turning off the shower with a deep felt sigh, he stepped out and wrapped a towel round his midriff. The noises coming from his bedroom made him frown. It sounded as though Rissa was opening and shutting drawers. Was she packing up her stuff? The urge to run in there, to simply tie her up, so that she couldn’t leave him was almost overwhelming in its intensity, but that would indeed make him into as bad an asshole as her ex had been.

  Instead he took several deep breaths in, and then opened the door slowly. Far from packing her stuff up, his girl had unpacked his suitcase, and hope blossomed inside his chest. Maybe she wasn’t as mad at him as he’d feared. Not that he didn’t deserve her wrath.

  She looked up when he entered, and guilt gnawed at Jonas’s consciousness, when he saw the evidence of her tears reflected in her blotchy expression. She held a small parcel in her hands, and his heart beat faster when he recognized it. It was just one of the presents he’d bought for her. The other one was safely tucked away in his briefcase, where he knew she wouldn’t look.

  “I packed your stuff away, but I don’t know where to put this,” she said.

  “Thank, you little one.” She offered him a wobbly smile, when he said that, and that tendril of hope blossomed into a flare in Jonas’s chest.

  “You didn’t have to. After the way I behaved downstairs, I’d have thought you’d rip my stuff to shreds, rather than look after it.” He took several steps toward her as he said that, until he was in touching distance. His whole body ached with the need to take his girl in his arms, but Rissa still gave off don’t you dare touch me vibes, so he turned away and dropping his towel, pulled on a fresh pair of boxer briefs instead. He had to hide his grin when he caught his girl watching him in the mirror. A faint flush stained her cheeks, and she bit her lips.

  At least the sexual pull between them was still as potent as ever, but Jonas wanted more than fantastic sex. He wanted it all, dammit, and he wasn’t at all sure he hadn’t left it too late to make that clear.

  “I considered it.” He had to smile at Rissa’s whispered words.

  “My clothes and I will be forever grateful that you didn’t follow through on that impulse.”

  Stepping closer again, he shook his head when she tried to give him the parcel in her hands.

  “Open it. It’s for you.”

  Rissa’s eyes grew wide, and her breathing sped up, as she couldn’t hide her excitement. The item was wrapped in nondescript brown paper, as he hadn’t got round to replacing it with more appropriate wrapping paper for his little one in his haste to get home to her.

  “You bought me a present?”

  At his shrug she frowned at him.

  “Why?”

  Jonas ran hand through his hair and sighed.

  “I saw it and thought of you. Open it up and see. If you like it we can get more. I know you had a collection until…anyway, please just open it, baby girl. I’m on tenterhooks here. And why? Because I wanted to see your face when you open it. Admittedly, I had envisaged different circumstances than….”

  He stopped talking when she pulled the paper off to reveal the delicate glass unicorn. Just like it had in the little antiques shop in Glasgow, the facets of glass caught the light and sparkled, giving the glass figurine an impression of life.

  Rissa gasped, and this time when she looked up at him, her face lit up in a huge smile, he was pretty sure her tears were those of joy.

  “This is beautiful. Just like Mum’s used to…Oh, Daddy, thank you.”

  Rissa burst into tears, and giving into the need to touch her, Jonas all but leapt across the distance separating them, and pulled his precious girl into his arms and on his lap.

  Tears flowing freely now, Rissa clung to him, while he murmured soothing nonsense into her hair, his hands re-familiarizing themselves with her slight curves. Rissa trembled in his arms, and snuggled in deeper into his embrace. When at long last the sobs subsided, he could just about hear her when she spoke.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy, for the way I talked to you. I—”

  Tipping her head up, Jonas stopped her whispered apology by kissing her. His heart leapt in his throat, when she opened to the slow strokes of his tongue immediately, and kissed him back. Fisting his hands in her hair, he angled her head to his satisfaction, taking command of the kiss. Her willing surrender as she went pliant against him, made the dominant in him roar, but it wasn’t enough, not by a long shot.

  “Touch me, baby.” He murmured the words in between kissing away the moisture on her cheeks, and he groaned when she started a tentative exploration of his torso. Scoring her fingernails over his abs shot delicious darts of anticipation to his cock, and he hardened with a speed, which made him grateful to be sitting, as all his blood shot south.

  Rissa wriggled on his lap, when she noticed, and without breaking the ever more passionate kiss they shared, moved to straddle him. The heat of her wet pussy against his shaft made his dick twitch in need, especially when the little minx rolled her hips.

  With a grunt of frustration he broke the kiss, and grasped her ass cheeks to stop the far too enticing movements she was making.

  The fact that his hands encountered no barrier, the knowledge that she was still following his edict for no underwear, made Jonas breathe heavier.

  “I missed you so much, little one. Forgive me for my obnoxious behavior when I arrived?”

  Nibbling a path along the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck he bit down lightly on the fragrant flesh and inhaled deeply of the musk of aroused woman.

  “I missed you too, Daddy, I…oh.” Rissa’s admission turned into a moan as he let his hands drift lower, until he encountered the wet folds of her pussy. He grinned into her shoulder as she obediently lifted up to give him better access.

  “I can tell you have. So fucking wet for me already. What shall we do with all this, I wonder?” He thrust upward while he spoke rubbing his still-clothed shaft across her wet cunt, and Rissa’s fingernails dug into his shoulder. She shivered and sighed, and bringing one hand back up again, he fisted it in her hair and pulled her head back.

  The action would hurt, and sure enough tears sprang into Rissa’s eyes. Her breathing increased, her heart beat went crazy, and her mouth opened in a silent invitation to plunder.

  “You deserve a punishment for talking to me like that, though, especially in front of an audience, don’t you, my naughty little girl?” He yanked her hair again, much harder this time. Rissa cried out, and he kissed the tears trailing down her cheeks away.

  “Answer your Daddy, little one.”

  Swiping his tongue across her perspiration damp shoulder, he licked a path down to where her tank top quivered under her harsh breathing. Her nipples were two little firm beacons that pushed against the fabric covering them. He bit down hard on one, before suckling that sting away through the fabric, and Rissa moaned long and hard while pushing herself further into his mouth. He grinned, abandoning that nipple and nudging the fabric out of the way with his nose, bit down much harder on the other one, the minute it was exposed to the chilly air.

  Rissa jumped, but she didn’t pull away. If anything she grew wetter, and once he soothed that particular bite away with his tongue, Jonas pulled back to admire his girl. With the tank top pulled under her small handful, her nipples looked red and swollen, wet from his lips, the half-moon of his bite clearly visible in the surrounding tissue. Eyes closed, mouth open, and with her throat exposed by the way he held her, his girl was at his mercy. It still wasn’t enough for him though. The need to see her covered in his ropes, strung so tight that she couldn’t move while he tortured her with pleasure rode him hard. In truth it had done ever since Rissa had shared that particular dream with him. Mind made up, he let go of her hair and grasping her ass cheeks stood up.

  “Hold on now, girl, whil
e I’m taking this to the playroom, where I can properly punish you.”

  * * * *

  Rissa automatically tightened her arms and legs around him, burying her face in his neck, as he started to move. His accent had grown thicker, his voice deeper, rougher, like thick smoke it curled around her and filled all the little crevices in her heart and soul that their earlier argument had caused. None of that mattered now. Only the feel and scent of him surrounding her as he carried her across the landing, propped her briefly up against the wall to enable him to open the door to his playroom, and then cold leather replaced his hands on her bum, as he put her down.

  “Close your eyes for me, little one, while I get things ready.”

  Heart leaping into her throat, Rissa did as he asked. A tender kiss was her reward, and she moaned her denial when he withdrew. Jonas’s soft chuckle in her ear made her smile, before the sting of a million little beestings across her thighs made her jump.

  “Daddy?”

  “I promised you a punishment, little one. That was just a taste of what’s to come. Give me a color.”

  “Green.”

  Another, just as tender kiss followed her breathless reply, before he withdrew, taking the hem of her tank top with him. He tugged the material upward and she dutifully lifted her arms up to enable him to pull it over her head.

  “I love your hair, baby girl, but it will get in the way for what I have in mind, so…”

  She craned her head to listen as he stepped away again. Within seconds he was back and something soft, yet bristly scraped up her arm.

  “Recognize this?” Jonas asked, and when she shook her head, he laughed.

  “Last time I used this you flinched away from it. Time to show you what else you can use a hairbrush for.”

  Rissa had no time to protest, as he caught her mouth in another kiss while pushing her legs apart. Cool air skittered across her exposed pussy, and Rissa drew in a sharp breath when she felt him step away. She had long since lost her unicorn slippers, and she squirmed at the stroking, tickling sensation against the underside of her feet.

  A light swat to the inside of her thigh made her jump again, and Jonas clucked his tongue.

  “I can see you’re going to need help with the holding still part, so…”

  Her breathing hitched when she heard the unmistakable whir of the winch he used for his ropes. Before she could say anything, the heat of his body was behind her, and she relaxed into the feel of him brushing her hair, before he braided it into two long braids.

  “Put your hands behind your back and hold these ends for me, little one. I’m going to tie this all in. You’ll look beautiful and far more importantly you won’t be able to move.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” He dropped a kiss between her shoulder blades and she could feel his smile, as his strong fingers worked their magic. The feel of the rope sliding across her arms pitched her excitement higher, coupled as it was with Jonas’s hot breath tickling against her skin, as he murmured his approval. Her scalp tingled when he tightened the ropes, forcing her arms slightly higher. It was an odd sensation, the softness of her hair wrapped around her wrists with the ropes. A blindfold settled over her eyes, once her arms were bound, and Jonas strong hands grasped her shoulders.

  “Get up on your knees for me, little one. Careful now, I don’t want you to fall. You’re not attached yet.”

  “Attached?” Rissa’s voice came out as an excited squeak and Jonas laughed.

  “Oh, yes. I intend to make you fly, and then once you’re hoarse from screaming in pleasure, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you will remember me, every time you move behind that bar tonight.”

  “Oh, god.”

  Jonas laughed, while she struggled to her knees, and kissed her nose. Such an innocent act, yet it felt strangely intimate.

  “No, not, God, little one, just your Daddy, intent on punishing his little girl.”

  Rissa couldn’t help it. She stuck her tongue out in the direction she thought he was. The whir of the flogger swishing through the air gave her a second’s notice before those little beestings exploded over the back of her thighs this time.

  Gasping for breath, she tried to hold still as Jonas flipped her skirt up, delivering several more swats with the flogger, before his large hands spread the biting sting left behind.

  “Watch the sass, baby girl.”

  “Sorry, Daddy.” She forced the words out through puffs of air, because Jonas chose that moment to drag what had to be the hair brush up and down the inside of her thighs. She instinctively tried to sink back down, away from that far too overwhelming sensation against skin hot from the flogger, and gasped when he tapped the brush against her pussy lips.

  “Behave and take this for me.”

  “Sorry, Da…oh, god…please…”

  The words turned into a high-pitched wail, as Jonas scraped those bristles up and down her labial lips. Her breathing increased and shivers of delight danced across her skin, especially as the winch whirred and after some tugging, presumably to attach her to his suspension kit, she found herself lifted. The pressure on her scalp increased, and yet more ropes circled her breasts, her torso, and eventually her thighs, holding them to her body at such an angle that she was completely open and exposed, and Rissa found herself slipping deeper into herself. With every brush and tightening of the ropes against her skin, her pussy clenched, and she grew hotter, needier, every cell in her body poised for his next move.

  “So fucking beautiful, and so delightfully wet.” She gasped as she felt the broad, smooth tip of something glide through her sodden pussy lips. It circled her clit, and she jumped when it started to vibrate against that sensitive bundle of nerves.

  Strung up as she was with her toes barely touching the surface of the leather bench, Jonas had sat her on, she couldn’t get away from that maddening touch that hurtled her toward an orgasm at dizzying speed.

  “Please, Daddy, I can’t….oh, god…please.”

  The hair brush was back, scraping up and down her legs, while Jonas took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked hard.

  The dual sensations proved too much and Rissa tensed and shook as her first orgasm made her bite her lips to stop from screaming.

  Jonas smiled against her breast, as he slowly released that nipple, only to start the whole process up again with the other nipple, while attaching something sharp and stingy to the one he’d just abandoned. The pain morphed into white hot pleasure shooting down to her clit, and she jerked in surprise when the relentless vibrations against her clit increased again. More tugging between her legs, the feel of rope and that wicked vibrator appeared to be stuck to her.

  “Daddy, please, I can’t.” Even as she panted that, another orgasm hit her and her toes left the scant support they had been having, as her body flew sideways. Rissa screamed at the sensation of…she wasn’t quite sure, which. With her blindfold in place she lost all sense of direction as Jonas’s strong hands grasped her hips. Another sting to her other nipple made her jerk, and her breasts grew heavy as an unseen weight pulled them down.

  “That’s my girl. Feel the sting and fly, little one.”

  Jonas’s strong hands were back, adjusting something around her breasts and hips, before he gave her another shove, and the vibrations against her clit kicked up another notch.

  Rissa screamed as yet more bee stings exploded over her ass, her thighs, her lower back and her breasts. Not that they felt painful anymore. They just registered as waves of heat, every stroke designed to ramp her higher, to add to the sensation overload, as her pussy convulsed time and time again in the throes of a seemingly never-ending orgasm. No sooner did she hit one peak, another, much more powerful one followed, and when Jonas changed the angle of the flogger, so that the ends hit her swollen pussy, Rissa screamed and begged. She didn’t know what she was begging for, caught up in her very own hell of never ending bliss.

  She sobbed in relief when his warmth surrounded her and the relentless vibrations against her
far too sensitive clit stopped. A short lived relief as his warm tongue took over. Wedging his big shoulders underneath her thighs, taking some of the strain of the ropes digging into her flesh, he licked up and down her slit, lapping up her juices with appreciative murmurs that brought tears to her eyes.

  When he pushed several fingers into her cunt, curling them to reach her sweet spot, Rissa tensed and screamed.

  “No, please, I can’t.”

  His fingers left to be replaced with the feel of his dick pushing into her. Her body clamped down on the invader, and Jonas grunted into the kiss he gave her as he pulled out, and then thrust back in again, until he was seated.

  Her internal muscles fluttered around him, and she kissed him back with all the passion she was capable of, as he claimed her mouth. Hands digging into her hips, Jonas drove into her, sending shockwaves of need through her body, as her womb clenched and the contractions pulled her under again into that maelstrom of bliss where nothing else mattered but the sounds of his harsh breaths in her ear, as Daddy sought his release in her body.

  “You’re mine, little one. No one else’s, mine. God, I love you so much.”

  She blinked in the sudden light, as Jonas pulled off her blindfold, and she lost herself in the intensity of his gaze. His face contorted and the veins in his neck bulged as he grew harder, bigger inside her and with one last thrust emptied himself deep inside her body, while releasing her nipple clamps. The sharp pain zinged straight to her clit. It sent her, too, over that edge again, as a series of mini orgasms exploded from deep within her, as Jonas continued to thrust in and out of her, helping her to ride out the tremors shaking her body, until she sagged against him, barely able to breathe, let alone hold onto any conscious thought.

  * * * *

  “Fuck, that was intense.”

  With her pussy muscles still rippling around his dick, Jonas closed his eyes and held his precious girl close, even as he berated himself. He hadn’t meant to blurt his feelings out like that, but they’d come out before he’d been able to stop himself. Apart from a slight widening of her eyes, she hadn’t reacted. With a bit of luck, he hadn’t made a complete fool of himself, and caught up in the moment, flying high, as she had been she hadn’t heard him. He pulled out slowly, causing his girl to whimper and shudder in his arms. With her eyes shut, her whole body flushed in the sheen of her arousal, trussed up in his ropes, and her fair skin hot and red from his flogger, she looked breathtakingly beautiful.