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

by Doris O'Connor

  She was also deep in subspace if her incoherent mumbling was anything to go by. Setting her back to swing slightly, he stepped back to simply drink in the beauty of his girl. Time was marching on and she would need time to recover, before they headed to the club and the start of her shift, but he would give her a few more minutes to ride the endorphin high. Grabbing some antibacterial wipes from the long side cabinet against the wall he kept his supplies in, he set to cleaning the equipment he’d used.

  Starting with the Hitachi, he unplugged it from the power supply, and cleaned the broad tip of the massager, before he packed it away. The hairbrush was next. Not the one he’d used to brush her hair, but a new one bought just for the purpose of bringing some torture to her delicate skin. The flogger was next, and then he pushed the spanking bench back under his girl. Grabbing the winch he lowered her until her ass rested on the cool leather. Rissa moaned low in her throat, and her eyes fluttered open. Still unfocused, they flitted around the room, and resting her against him he raised a water bottle to her lips.

  “Here, baby, drink something.”

  She shook her head, but at his continued gentle insistence, she managed a few sips. Only then did he start the long drawn-out process of loosening her ties. His chest tightened seeing the pattern of rope marks left on her skin, and he grinned to himself. They would take some time to fade and there would be no doubt in anyone’s mind at the club tonight who she belonged to. Even if she didn’t accept the other present he had for her. His breath quickened and his gut twisted at the thought she might not want that yet, but if their earlier disagreement had shown him anything, then it was the need to act. To show the world at large and Rissa in particular how much she meant to him.

  They might only have spent a few precious days exploring their dynamic, but they’d known each other for months, and Jonas knew without the shadow of a doubt that he wanted her, body and soul.

  By the time Jonas had unraveled the last knot, Rissa was coming round. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her back through to his bedroom, ignoring a barking Brutus under his foot, and depositing her in the middle of his bed, he pulled the covers over her.

  “Rest here for a while. I’m going to get us a snack.”

  Rissa mumbled something incoherently, and then snuggled into the covers with a small smile on her lips. With one last searching glance at his girl, Jonas left the room.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Rissa had the most amazing dream. One where Jonas was back and had fucked her six ways from Sunday while she’d been flying in the air, suspended by the ropes, and… she giggled and stretched, making everything ache in the most delicious, well used way. Dream Jonas had said he loved her in that deep, gravelly voice of his, heavy with need, while he’d thrust deep, impaling her.

  Sighing she rolled over and froze, as that action meant a trickle of warm sticky fluid escaped from between her thighs. That felt way too real, as did the pain in her ass, and the left over tingly soreness when she flexed her thighs. With sudden clarity the precious events came flooding back into her mind. Her eyes flew open to find Jonas watching her.

  “Welcome back, little one.”

  Her mouth went dry and she swallowed hard when she saw him. With his hair still damp from the shower, he’d changed. The tight t-shirt clung to his muscular torso, and the faded denim jeans hugged the contours of his ass, as he bent over to pick up a bowl of steaming, fragrant water from the floor.

  He smirked when he caught her watching him, and she could feel her cheeks hate.

  “You keep looking at me like that, and we’ll never make it to the club. I’m in deep enough shit with Pedro and Slade as it is. I don’t want to add incurring Scarlett’s wrath to the tally, because you’re late for your shift.”

  That made her sit up, and she gasped when she caught sight of the rope marks on her arms.

  “Beautiful, aren’t they?” Jonas’s deep voice held a hint of uncertainty, as though he was worried about her reaction, and sure enough when she looked up, it was to see him tense. A muscle in his jaw ticked. His hold on the bowl grew white knuckled, as he waited for her answer, and Rissa’s heart turned over in her chest. Tears threatened to fall, but she resolutely blinked them away, and said the words on her heart instead.

  “I love them.”

  I love you.

  Her heart ached to say those words, but couldn’t quite bring herself to do so. What if she’d just imagined him saying those words to her? And even if he had, he might not mean them that way. Men said things in the heat of moment.

  “I’m glad, baby, because I want everyone to know that you’re mine tonight. You are mine, right?” There it was again, that hint of uncertainty that made her heart beat faster, and made her wish they didn’t have to go out tonight. However, she was due on shift soon, and Jonas was right. He didn’t need a pissed off Scarlett on his case.

  “Always, Daddy.”

  She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, but his sigh of seeming relief was music to her ears.

  “I’m so damn glad to hear that. I wasn’t entirely sure I hadn’t blown it all with my caveman act when I walked in. I need to apologize properly for that. Forgive a jealous fool, will you?”

  She did yank her head up then, and seeing him run a hand through his hair, now that he put the bowl down on the nightstand made her scoot over to touch him.

  “There’s nothing to forgive.”

  Jonas opened his arms and she gladly scooted into his embrace.

  “Yes, there is. In my defense, I was so looking forward to seeing you, and then…”

  Rissa sat up, wincing slightly at her protesting muscles, and Jonas frowned.

  “You really ought to have a soak in the bath, but there’s no time for that, so scoot over and let me tidy you up a bit.”

  He clucked his tongue when she shook her head and unceremoniously yanked the sheet off her and gave a push that made her tumble back on the bed.

  “Don’t argue with me, little one, or the punishment you received earlier will seem a walk in the park in comparison, girl.”

  He acted all stern while he said that but the twinkle in his eyes gave him away, as he dipped a wash cloth into the bowl, and proceeded to run it over her breasts.

  Rissa’s smart comeback died on her tongue, as her body instantly responded to his touch. Her nipples firmed and her breasts grew heavy, and arching her back she pushed herself against the slight abrasion caused by the fabric against her sensitive skin.

  Jonas chuckled and shook his head at her.

  “Naughty girl. I will have to think of something else to punish you, I think. Orgasm denial instead of orgasm torture, maybe?” He raised his eyebrows at her while he said that. Rissa hastily shook her head and lay back down again.

  “No, Daddy, please. I’ll be your good little girl.”

  A sharp tweak to her nipple was her reward, and she couldn’t hide her grin when Jonas had to adjust himself through his jeans. He was sporting a very satisfactory bulge.

  “Damn it, girl, you know fine well what it does to me when you say things like that, and we haven’t got time to fuck—” He paused, threw her a lopsided smile that made her heart turn into an overexcited rabbit jumping about in her chest, and then trailed that wash cloth lower, until he could tease it through her pussy lips. Her clit tingled and she moaned when he circled that needy bundle of nerves, before he bent his head and dropped a kiss on her belly.

  “No, let me rephrase that.” Trailing kisses up her body, he gave each nipple a lick, and a suck, as he crawled up her body. The belt on his jeans dug into her belly as he held his upper torso off of her, while pinning her in place under the heated intensity of his gaze.

  “There is no time to make love to you again.”

  He grinned at her soft exhale, and then just as quickly as he rolled on top of her he rolled back off again. The bed dipped and Rissa immediately felt bereft without his body heat and presence.

  “On second thoughts, I’ll leave you t
o tidy yourself. I’m going to go and think unsexy thoughts, and take Brutus for a quick walk, while you get ready, or so help me I will jump you again.”

  He smirked at her giggle in response and gestured to the tray of food she only just now noticed.

  “There’s a light snack there to tie you over for now. Make sure you eat the chocolate, as well. I don’t want you to drop later. You went in pretty deep earlier.”

  He waited for her nod in acknowledgement, before he grinned, and walking off shouted for the hell hound.

  “Brutus, come here boy, and help me walk off this boner, your mummy has left me with.”

  Rissa burst into giggles, and set to work tidying herself up.

  * * * *

  Jonas pulled into one of the last available parking slots and sighed.

  “Damnit, the place seems to be heaving tonight. We’re not that late, are we?”

  Next to him Rissa giggled, and shook her head.

  “You can blame it on traffic, Daddy.”

  She winked at him, and for the umpteenth time since she’d come down the stairs, clad in the new bar staff uniform, Jonas had to adjust himself. Fuck, she looked hot. It made him wish even more that there had been time for him to give her the present burning a hole in his jeans pocket. He hadn’t wanted to rush that moment though, and besides it would be much more effective in the club in front of his friends, most especially Logan, whose BMW he’d already spotted in the car park.

  Flash fucking git. Not only was he a very successful vet, his wife had come from old colonial money, and the guy was loaded. Not that he flashed his wealth, and Jonas was certainly no pauper, but next to Logan and Slade, he was very much the poor relation. At least Pedro had that in common with him. The Spaniard ran his own estate agency, so he was comfortably off, a requirement for membership to this exclusive, private BDSM club, but he wasn’t stinking rich like the other two.

  Jonas told himself to get a fucking grip, as he exited his mid of the range saloon, and watched the poetry in motion that was his girl round the vehicle.

  The new hot-as-fuck uniform consisted of a black corset, trimmed with velvet lace, and black, clingy mini skirt. The required high-heeled sandals made his girl’s legs look a mile long and Jonas made up his mind there and then, that he would fuck Rissa with those shoes wrapped around his neck, before the night was up. Preferably in full view of the club, if she consented, which he highly doubted she would, but, hey, a man could dream.

  “Should I be worried about whatever thoughts make Daddy grin like that?” Rissa asked and his cock twitched in his pants, when the little minx sashayed toward him swinging her hips from side to side in such a way that made a man think of nothing else but bending his girl over the bonnet of his car and fucking her brains out from behind.

  “Well?” Hearing her cheeky question made his mind up for him.

  “You asked for this girl.”

  Grinning he grabbed a startled looking Rissa round the waist, spun her round and pushed her face down on the still warm bonnet, while he grasped her wrists behind her back, flipped her skirt up and delivered several open-handed swats to her ass cheeks. The flesh still, slightly pink from his earlier attention to those fantastic globes, wobbled under the impact and he grinned at the red hand prints he left behind.

  Rissa moaned and tensed when he ran his fingers through her sopping cunt and flicked her clit a few times. He was just about to pull down his zipper, and sod being late when repeated throat-clearing from the side entrance to the club broke through to him.

  Jonas swore, flipped her skirt back down, and swung round to face a bemused looking Pedro. A scowling Slade stood behind him, arms crossed over his chest, and his girl squeaked, and hid behind him.

  “Very nice show, amigo. I presume you meant to give us a show, or did you forget the CCTV cameras linked to the office.”

  A strangled groan from behind him made Pedro’s smirk deepen, while Slade’s stature relaxed.

  “Rissa, run on in, before Scarlett gives herself apoplexy. Lindsey has been hiding out back ever since Logan appeared, and the new girl is next to useless. We need you in there behind the bar. I’ll send your Master in once Pedro and I have talked to him.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Rissa’s quiet voice made him nod at her, when she hesitated, looking from Jonas to the other two men and back again.

  “Go, on, little one. I’ll be in soon.” He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, and she nodded and toddled off. She had taken no more than a few steps however, before she swung back round, took a deep breath in and addressed Pedro and Slade.

  “Sirs, please, don’t be too hard on him. It was my fault, he reacted like that. I lost track of time talking to Peyton and Laura, and I wasn’t ready for him to come home. He—”

  “Rissa.” Jonas had to interrupt her ill-advised defense of his actions, and when she visibly startled he gentled his voice. “It’s okay, little one. There’s no need to make excuses for my behavior. I love you for taking on the blame, but I was an ass. You know that, I know that, and they know that. None of that was your fault, baby.”

  He ignored Slade’s sharp intake of breath, and Pedro’s ever-widening smirk, his attention entirely focused on his girl.

  She looked on the verge of saying something else, but when he shook his head at her, and gestured for her to go, she dropped her gaze, and went.

  Silence fell between the men until the door clicked shut behind her.

  “Another one bites the dust, Slade. You owe me a tenner.”

  “Fucking Spaniard. You always have to be right. Never mind a tenner. I owe Scarlett two hundred or a whipping by her fair hands, and the ornery mood, she’s in today, I sure as fuck don’t fancy getting my ass whipped by her especially as brass isn’t here to take the heat off.”

  Pedro laughed and Jonas glared at his friend.

  “Where is Mike and what the fuck are you talking about?” Jonas asked. Scarlett’s sub Mike was known as brass in the club, and if he wasn’t here, that could only mean the cop was on duty. A sure recipe to get Scarlett all fired up. The hardnosed Domme would never admit it out loud, but she worried herself silly when Mike was on duty.

  “Been on an undercover case for the last week, which means you really don’t want to cross her. So, you tell me double quick why you thought it would be okay to talk to my wife like that, before I let Scarlett loose on your sorry ass. Petal was crying for a good hour when Peyton got her home. She seems to think this is all her fault, for egging Rissa along, and I tell you, seeing my very pregnant wife cry like that, when there’s nothing I can fucking do to take her out of her mind for a bit, makes me want to smash your face in, mate.”

  Jonas nodded, half expecting Slade to cross the distance and follow through on that threat. Pedro clearly thought so too, because he got in between Slade and him, and glared at them both.

  “Petal would hand me my ass on a platter, as would Peyton, and from what I just observed Rissa would probably too, if I let you two come to blows. Trust me, I’m not too happy about el imbécil here either. However, as long as he apologizes to Peyton and Laura, I’m willing to leave that pretty face as it is. After all, the pup is in love and that makes us all fools.”

  Pedro winked at Jonas, and Slade shrugged his shoulders.

  “Is our friend here, right? You love the girl?”

  Taking a deep breath in, Jonas nodded.

  “Yeah, I do. In fact.” He pulled the thing burning a hole in his jeans out of his pocket, making Pedro whistle through his teeth. Slade took a step back and grinned. “I need your help to get this right.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Several hours later, Rissa’s feet hurt and she wished nothing more than to be able to sling the offending torture objects off of her feet. However, even stuck behind the bar as she had been for most of the evening, Scarlett would notice.

  The Domme vacillated from screeching at everyone to looking on the verge of tears. More than once Rissa had seen her cradle her still flat
abdomen in a telltale gesture, which had made Rissa grin. Definitely up the duff, as Peyton called it, and that insight made Rissa forgive Scarlett instantly for being so bitchy, especially as Mike was conspicuous in his absence.

  Rissa couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must do to you to know that the man you loved was right this minute, out there, dealing with god only knew life threatening circumstances as he infiltrated some criminal gang.

  Thoughts of love made her seek out Jonas with her eyes, and as though he sensed the path her thoughts had meandered down, he strolled over to the bar, pulled her across it and kissed her senseless. Rissa blushed crimson at the ensuing cat calls, and she wanted the ground to swallow her up whole when Logan chose that moment to walk over, too. She’d caught glimpses of the vet all night long, as he surveyed scenes and generally speaking mingled. Apart from the odd glance in her direction he’d kept away, however, which was fine by her, especially as Logan, Jonas, Slade, Pedro and Scarlett had had what seemed like a rather animated discussion shortly after Rissa had taken up her spot behind the bar.

  She noticed they, too, were approaching, forming a semicircle behind Logan and Jonas, effectively blocking this part of the bar from view to the rest of the club. Not that many people were left anymore. It was almost closing time, thank goodness. Rissa’s feet would be forever grateful.

  “Permission to speak to your sub, Master Jonas?”

  She blinked in shock at Logan’s formal address, especially as Jonas crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head.