“I’m not sure I like you talking to what’s mine, Logan.”
Her traitorous hormones sighed in submission at the proprietary tone he adopted. She probably ought to be annoyed at his staking a claim on her, but instead she simply melted. Had they been on their own she would have sunk to her knees already from the sheer force of the heated look he threw her way, as he said that.
“Well, then I fear we have a problem, Jonas.”
A hush fell over that side of the bar, and even Lindsey inched closer to them. Logan briefly looked at her, a frown on his face, as though he was trying to figure something out. Rissa reckoned Peyton and Laura’s assessment was right.
It was almost as though those two knew each other from somewhere, yet for reasons best known to them, they chose not to acknowledge that connection.
“Rissa is mine, Logan, back off.”
Jonas’s growled reply made more than one sub in the vicinity sigh out loud, and Rissa snapped to attention when Jonas looked at her.
“Tell this fool you’re mine, little one.”
Rissa glanced around the room, feeling as though she was missing something here. Laura had waddled over, tears in her eyes, and Slade stepped forward to help her onto a bar stool, before he resumed his stand next to Pedro. Peyton, too, appeared in Rissa’s peripheral vision, and she seemed to be blinking away tears, also.
“Hmm, she wouldn’t appear to want to answer you, Jonas, so I’m just going to say what I need to.”
Jonas grunted his annoyance, and the words tumbled out of Rissa’s mouth before he could stop them.
“You heard Daddy, Sir. I’m his. I can’t help you.”
Laura sniffed audibly, and Logan grinned at her. A devastatingly sexy smile that made Rissa curl her toes under in her stiletto sandals, and once again many a female sigh could be heard. Rissa was pretty sure Peyton’s was one of them. By the way Pedro frowned, Rissa feared for the state of her friend’s behind.
“That’s too bad, because I was looking forward to teaming up with you, little Rissa.”
Tensing, Rissa waited for Jonas’s outburst. Did Logan have some kind of a death wish? Mind you, why was Daddy just standing there? After the way he’d reacted earlier on today to the mere mention of Logan’s name Rissa couldn’t understand why he was just standing there, looking at her.
Her heart beat faster nonetheless, because the way Jonas did look at her… there was no other expression for it, but love. It was there, plain to see.
“Your sub would appear to have a problem with her hearing, Jonas. Perhaps you better explain my proposal to her.”
Amusement tinged Logan Festher’s deep voice, and Rissa tore her gaze away from Jonas to look over at the other man.
“Proposal?” How she got even that one word out, she would never know, and she jumped when Jonas suddenly appeared next to her. How had he managed to get back behind the bar so quickly?
“You shouldn’t be back here, Daddy?” Her denial came out more like a moan, because Jonas chose that moment to pull her back against him until she could feel his hard body surround her. His solid erection dug into her lower back, and she swallowed a groan when Jonas nuzzled into her neck.
“I’ve cleared it with the boss, it’s okay, little one.”
Sure enough Scarlett smiled at them both, when Rissa looked up and the Domme didn’t even try to hide the tears in her eyes.
“O-okay.” Utterly confused Rissa didn’t know what to think, especially when Jonas stepped away and nudged her toward Logan.
“You should listen to what he has to say, baby girl.”
Logan cleared his throat and smiled at her.
“Yes, are you ready to hear my proposal, now?” he asked and that slight grin of his deepened when she nodded.
“I suppose so.”
“Such enthusiasm could give a man a complex.” She snapped her gaze up to his on hearing those words, but she could only read polite interest in those blue eyes of his.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but you can’t expect me to be enthusiastic, when I don’t know what this proposal entails,” she said. Jonas chuckled behind her, and her cheeks heated at his murmured words.
“No sucking involved, baby, relax.”
Logan frowned, while Peyton gave a strangled cough, and Laura’s mouth fell open, as she no doubt remembered Rissa’s earlier outburst.
It does not mean that I’m going to suck the man’s dick.
Rissa dropped her gaze, mortified at her thought processes.
“Sorry, Logan, private joke. Do tell my girl what you have to say.”
“Right then, I had a chance to look at your CV, Rissa…” he paused, and Rissa took the hint and looked up at him. His expression gave nothing away, and for the umpteenth time that evening she wished with all her might she had the ability to disappear into a mouse hole somewhere.
“Right, and you’ve decided I’m not—”
“You’re exactly what I’m looking for, Rissa.” Logan interrupted her with a big grin on his face, and Rissa was grateful for the support of Jonas’s arms as he stepped up behind her, or she might have just slid to the floor.
“What?”
Logan smiled and held out his hand.
“I was more hoping for an ‘I would be delighted to accept, Dr. Festher.’”
Silent chuckles shook Jonas’s frame as he put her hand in Logan’s and the other man’s digits tightened around hers.
“She would be delighted to accept, Dr. Festher.”
Logan grinned and Rissa, at long last, found her voice.
“Yes, sorry, of course I would be, but are you sure? I mean…” She stopped prattling on when she saw him frown, and grinned. “Sorry, of course, you’re sure. Forgive me, and thank you again. I’ll look forward to working with you.”
“Good, Bridget will be in touch with the paperwork for you to sign. Now, I do believe your Master has another proposal for you.” He nodded toward Jonas and Rissa gasped when she caught sight of what Jonas held in his hands.
Stepping away from her, he circled until he faced her, and the rest of the club faded away under his silent regard.
He looked slightly unsure again, as he held the collar in his hands up for her to see.
“I was going to do this the minute I got home, but that didn’t work out too well. Then I was going to do it before we got to the club, but we ran out of time.” Rissa’s cheeks heated under the lecherous way he ran his gaze over her rapidly fading rope marks.
“However, this way works much better, with you stood in the very same spot when I first saw you. Back then, you were too shy to even look at me, let alone say two words to me, but even with those two words I was hooked.”
Rissa blinked back tears as his voice broke on those last few words and he ran a shaky hand through his blond hair.
“I think I fell a little in love with you back then.” He nodded at her gasp. “Of course you kept me at arm’s length, and I understand why. To watch you grow, to find yourself again, step, by small step has been the greatest privilege, little one, and you would do me the greatest honor if you were to accept my collar.” He blew out a breath as though he hadn’t dared breathe while saying that and Rissa’s heart leapt in her chest. Still, she needed to hear him say it, so straightening her spine, she lifted her head to look at him. The desperate hope in his blue gaze was almost her undoing.
“Why?” she whispered and Jonas smiled.
“Because I love you, little one.” His frame blurred as tears filled her eyes, and happiness engulfed her from head to toe. “I want everyone here to know that. I love you, Rissa Nauenburg, and I want you to wear this collar a sign of my love and devotion, so that everyone knows you’re my little one.” Stepping close he held up the collar and through her falling tears of happiness she could just about see the unicorns imprinted on the thick leather band. A silver tag hung off the loop, inscribed Jonas’s Little One, and with a sob, Rissa sunk to her knees in front of him.
Much to her surprise and a
collective aww from their audience Jonas, too, got to his knees, before he fastened the collar around her neck.
“I love you, Rissa Nauenburg.”
He pulled her closer by hooking his finger through the loop, and kissed her.
Rissa sighed into that tender meeting of lips, and whispered her reply.
“I love you too, Daddy.”
Epilogue
Rissa curled herself around her Daddy’s legs, content to be sitting here, next to the man she loved more than anything in the whole world. The Auction was in full swing, all proceeds going to the local NICU this time, in homage of the last time they’d all been together like this.
Raising her head briefly from its perch on Daddy’s thigh she looked around the table they were all crowding around. Laura had adopted a similar position to her in between Slade’s legs. Today was the first time since the sudden and somewhat frightening early arrival of their son in this very club. A shiver went through Rissa as she recalled that moment Laura had cried out in pain, just after Daddy had collared her. The pop of her waters breaking had been far too loud in the stillness of the room. Up until that moment Rissa hadn’t even realized that the sound system had been turned off to ensure nothing would disturb Jonas’s collaring of Rissa’s.
Nothing had, apart from the small matter of Slade Junior arriving in an astonishingly fast fifteen minutes, and a good ten minutes before the ambulance had arrived. Rissa had certainly not envisaged that her first job as assistant to Dr. Festher would have been the delivery of one floppy little boy. Laura had bled out profusely following the rapid delivery, and while Logan’s attention had been taken up with massaging her uterus to encourage her to clamp down and expel the placenta, it had fallen to Rissa to resuscitate the little mite. No sound had ever been greeted with more relief than the plaintive little cry Slade Junior had eventually given after the longest two minutes of Rissa’s life.
She’d collapsed into Jonas’s arms when Mum, baby and their white-faced Daddy had left the club in the ambulance, and she’d cried her eyes out, safe in the knowledge that Jonas had her. That he would always have her back.
Slade Junior had been discharged from hospital after a two week stay in the NICU, hence tonight’s auction proceeds were going toward that cause. Slade and Laura had made firm friends with some of the parents whose babies had been in there, and Laura had launched a fund raising campaign once she was settled at home with her new baby.
It was somewhat of a miracle that she was here without him. Not that the club was a suitable environment for a baby, certainly not now. She brought him in once or twice during the day when the club was closed, until Slade had decreed that closed or not, the club was no environment for his son’s innocent eyes. Laura had laughed and pointed out that as advanced as their son no doubt was, at a mere six weeks old he couldn’t look much further than her face, but Slade had put his foot down.
Rissa still grinned when she recalled the way Slade had put his son in Rissa’s arms, flung his giggling wife over his shoulder and had stalked off with her to his private dungeon to teach her a lesson.
They had been gone some time, and judging by the goofy grin on both their faces when they’d eventually reappeared, they’d more than successfully rekindled that part of their relationship.
It seemed to have had a reassuring effect on Scarlett, because Mike and she had finally announced what had to have been the worst kept secret in Club history. They were having a baby and Rissa smiled, looking across to where Mike was sitting at Scarlett’s feet, one hand protectively draped across her just emerging bump.
Slurping noises to her left made her cheeks heat when she glanced across. Peyton was currently engaged in sucking off Master Pedro. Face flushed, she struggled for breath, no doubt desperate to stave off the orgasm the butterfly clip strapped to her clit was hurtling her toward. Pedro’s finger twitched on the remote in his hand and Peyton lost her rhythm as she groaned around her Master’s cock, earning herself a slap with his riding crop against her bare cheeks.
Rissa jumped and buried deeper into Jonas’s thigh. His hold on her hair tightened, and she glanced up at him. Eyes focused on the stage he seemed determined to ignore the show Peyton and Pedro were giving them all, but she could tell from his rapid breathing, and the way his cock strained against his jeans that he was as turned on as she was.
Not that Rissa could quite bring herself to be this openly sexual in full view of the club, but under Jonas’s gentle guidance she had managed the odd scene in public now.
It helped, of course, that John Barent had dropped off the face of the earth. It was rumored that he left the country in a cloud of disgrace, having been stripped off his veterinary license and Rissa had breathed a huge sigh of relief. That whole episode seemed like a bad dream now, as though it had never really happened, or to a different person. Rissa certainly felt very different to the shy mouse she had been then.
Pedro grunted his release, and after murmuring something to Peyton in Spanish, she too gasped and shook, while Pedro caught her scream of completion in the kiss he gave her. Laura lifted her head and rolled her eyes at Rissa, and Jonas’s tense thigh muscles relaxed under her cheek. Mike adjusted himself with a rueful grin up at Scarlett whose narrow eyed attention was taken up by the next slave brought up for auction.
Logan, who was the only unattached Dom in their circle, swore under his breath, when Lindsey appeared in the spotlights. Her impossibly huge cleavage spilled out and over the red corset she’d cinched herself in. Her usually heavy make-up seemed even more caked on than usual, and her blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders. She seemed to shrink in on herself when she spotted Logan sitting at their table.
In truth, Rissa had been surprised to see him here tonight. Her boss never attended the auctions, and apart from giving demonstrations on scribing, which was his thing it seemed, Master Logan, as he was now known in the club, never scened or showed any sub any particular interest—until now that is.
Hands fisted on his thighs he leant forward, his face an angular mask of barely concealed annoyance, as the bidding started.
“Ah, the fair Lindsey. A good time guaranteed for anyone who bids on her.”
Logan’s head swung round to glare at Jonas, and Daddy lifted his hands in a conciliatory manner.
“Or so I hear,” he added, and Logan shook his head.
“I wish you wouldn’t talk about her like that,” Logan said and Pedro smiled, while Slade, Jonas, and Scarlett all exchanged a glance Rissa didn’t even want to attempt to interpret.
“I think, Lindsey tries very hard to make us all think that.” Mike added his thoughts to the mix, and Rissa had to secretly agree with him. There was no love lost between any of the subbies around the table and Lindsey. She had been obnoxious to all of them at one time or another, but smart mouth and annoying attitude notwithstanding the woman did do her work and stayed mostly out of trouble.
Logan swore again when Alexej, one of the newly acquired Doms to the club drove the bidding up considerably by offering five hundred pounds.
Master Nolan, who was the auctioneer this evening, smiled, and raised his hammer.
“We have five hundred pound for the delectable Lindsey here. Going once going twice going—”
“Five thousand.”
The deep male voice rung out from the side and a hush fell over the club. Rissa knew she wasn’t the only one in their party who stared at Logan as though he’d lost the plot. Master Nolan cleared his throat and looked from Logan to Alexej.
“Right, we have five thousand pounds from Master Logan here. Any higher for this lovely slave.”
Alexej narrowed his eyes, looked between Lindsey—who seemed to want to disappear through the floorboards—to Logan and back again, before he shook his head.
“Right, sold to Master Logan. Come and claim your slave.”
THE END
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