Auctioned to Protect [The Spectrum Auctions 2] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Doris O'Connor

  The only sound in the room was their combined harsh breathing, and he drank in the sight that was Scarlett, all limp and feminine and sated, sprawled along the settee. Her long black hair surrounded her like a dark halo, and his fingers itched to trace the long strand falling into her cleavage. The cat suit she wore stretched tight over her impressive tits. They rose and fell in an uneven rhythm that matched the incessant pulse in his dick. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been this hard for this long without seeking relief, and for the life of him he couldn’t fathom why he didn’t just whip his cock out and take himself in hand. It wouldn’t take long, he was so revved up already, but the thought of his Lady’s disappointment stopped him. How easy that title came to his lips already. Mike liked to give his lovers pleasure, so he had no problem putting his own needs second. He’d just never felt this overwhelming need to see a woman’s face light up in approval as much as he did with Scarlett. It probably meant this whole fucked-up situation just got to him, or maybe he was just so desperate to get into her proverbial knickers, that he’d do just about anything.

  Yeah, that was it. Either way he wasn’t going to fucking analyze it now, not when he could still taste her on his tongue, and the tight little nipples clearly outlined under the shiny material of her suit called to him like beacons. His mouth watered and he groaned, yet he didn’t move, which was just as well, because Scarlett’s feline eyes opened and pinned him in place. His heart stuttered in his chest and then bounced around like some sort of out-of-control punch bag.

  Time stood still as he waited for her to speak, and he held his breath when she leant forward and ran her index finger slowly along his face. Starting at his hairline, she followed the line of his nose, traced a path of awareness over his tingling lips, dipped into the cleft of his chin and then paused at his Adam’s apple. Her eyes narrowed and he swallowed hard when she resumed her silent path of exploration down his body with torturous slowness. By the time she reached his cock his body was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, and he counted backward in his head to stop himself from shooting his load right there.

  Scarlett smiled and dipped her finger under the elastic of his thong just enough to free the tip of his dick.

  “My, someone is very pleased to see me, it seems. I wonder what you’ll do if I do this?”

  She pulled the material down further until just his aching balls were confined, and she continued to scrape her nails along his rock-hard shaft. Pleasure and pain all mixed into one, and Mike grunted in exasperation.

  “Please, My Lady, stop.”

  Naturally she paid him no heed. Instead she gathered the copious pre-cum leaking from his slit and lifted her glistening finger to her mouth. With a calculated smile she licked those digits, and Mike’s whole body jerked in response when she grabbed his balls with her free hand and squeezed. Tears sprang to his eyes and his arousal dimmed just enough to stave off the orgasm threatening to erupt. Seeing her lick her fingers made him want to flip her over and fuck her silly, yet he stayed put, mindful of the iron grip she still had on his sac.

  “Please, I want—” he groaned.

  “Ach.” Scarlett released him with a frown and Mike grit his teeth as the blood rushed back into his abused ballocks.

  Fuck, that hurt.

  “You’re forgetting one important thing, brass.”

  He flinched at the use of his slave name. If he needed any more confirmation that Mistress Scarlett was back in full swing, then the way she said brass made her intention all too clear.

  “This isn’t about what you want, boy. This isn’t how it works. Don’t let my earlier faux-pas fool you into thinking that. I know what you want. You want to stick that big cock of yours into my cunt and fuck me, right?”

  She smirked when he flinched at the harsh words that echoed his thought processes so perfectly.

  “Answer me, brass. Is that what you want?” Her fingers closed around his shaft and stroked in slow, measured moves designed to drive him wild. Mike shut his eyes and desperately thought unsexy thoughts. His body, however, wasn’t listening. His release built at the bottom of his spine and he panted his answer.

  “Yes, fuck, yes I do. You have to stop, please. I’ll come and I want to come inside of you, My Lady.”

  The viselike grip on his balls saved him from erupting and he let out a shaky breath as she pinched the bottom of his dick.

  “You will not come at all, unless I give you permission, brass,” she said. “Is that clear?”

  When he couldn’t form the words past his thick tongue, she dug her nails into his slit with enough force to bring him to his knees, had he not already been on the floor.

  “Yes,” he growled, utterly unable to get his voice to work in a normal fashion.

  The pressure on his ballocks increased until he was sure they would pop.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, My Lady.”

  Scarlett released him and he pulled much-needed air into his lungs. In through his nose, out through his mouth, he pushed the residual pain away. Scarlett stood up and he scrambled to follow when her hand on his neck pushed him back down.

  “No, you will crawl into the middle of the room, until you reach the mats. You will kneel there, eyes down, and wait for me. Do not even think of disobeying me or I will use my whip for punishment and trust me, brass, you would not like that.”

  The disdain in her voice froze him in place for a second before the sight of her tight ass sashaying away from him galvanized him into action. As ordered he crawled into the middle of the room and waited. The mats were cool and soft under his knees. That comfort was short-lived, however, as the clack of her heels announced Scarlett’s return. The tip of a riding crop forced his chin up and he blanched seeing the knife in her other hand.

  “Your safe word is red. I only expect you to use it when you absolutely cannot take anymore, and trust me, I’ll know if you’re cheating. You don’t want to do that. I know you fear the knife, but I give you my word that I will not harm you with it. Is that understood?”

  She dipped the crop lower as she spoke, and now circled his nipples in slow movements almost like a lover’s kiss. The little flat buds hardened under her ministrations and his ever-eager cock once again stood to attention. She noticed of course, and she ran that crop lower until she could tap his dick. Tiny stings of pain, they added to his arousal and Mike could only nod.

  The sharp tap to his thigh hurt like hell and he glared at her.

  “Use your words, brass. I asked you a question, and I expect an answer. Now I’ll ask again. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, My Lady.” He grunted the words through gritted teeth and she smiled. It lit up her face and Mike found himself wishing she would do that more. He wanted to see that smile again and again, and if he had to go along with this nonsense then so be it. Only the little, insistent voice in his ear and the itch between his shoulder blades told him that he was only fooling himself. There was something deeply erotic about being on his knees and at her mercy and whilst the sight of that knife still gave him palpitations he was also hard as nails. He couldn’t recall the last time he had been this turned on.

  “Good boy. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she said. “I want you to get up and strip, and then reach up and hold onto the suspension bar.”

  * * * *

  He was so thick and hard Scarlett’s insides clenched in need as she watched him struggle to rid himself of the leather thong. Every muscle in his body rippled as he straightened. Mike looked her straight in the eye as he reached up and grabbed hold of the bar, his expression positively murderous, but she could see no more fear in the depth of his crystal-blue gaze. Lust, heat, annoyance, and curiosity. Yes, that she did see. His body left her in no doubt of how turned on he was. His cock jutted upwards from its thick nest of black curls, the broad mushroom tip slick with yet more of his essence, and his musk filled her senses.

  One day soon she would indulge herself by sucking his cock until he came
on her tongue, but not yet. Right now it was all about exerting her dominance, of seeing how far she could push him. Already he responded to her far better than she thought he would. Scarlett would normally not push a new sub as far and as fast as she had already pushed him, but he was so beautifully submissive in his service of her, without even realizing it, that she couldn’t help herself.

  How he’d managed to not surrender to the needs of his body earlier and not come she would never know. Mike possessed control that it normally took weeks of training to achieve and that knowledge gave Scarlett a huge rush.

  “I’m going to use this Shibari rope to tie you so you cannot move,” she said, and showed him the long rope she’d brought with her. “And I’m going to blindfold you, so you cannot see what I’m doing. It will heighten the experience for you, brass.”

  She raised her eyebrows at his snort in answer and firmed her voice.

  “Is there a problem here, brass?”

  “None, My Lady,” he said. “But, you do know that I can get out of any ropes, right?”

  That cocky smile of his was back in place and Scarlett shook her head.

  “Poor deluded boy. There’s no way you’ll get out of these ropes. Now bend down so that I can put this blindfold on you and give me your wrists.”

  Mike grinned, clearly thinking he knew better than her, and the Domme in Scarlett roared. Oh yes, she would enjoy bringing him to his knees this time. The gloves were off.

  Chapter Five

  He glimpsed the look of triumph in her green orbs before the blindfold covered his eyes, and he had to remind himself to breathe as she stepped away. Mike knew she was still there. He could sense her presence, but the longer she made him wait for her next move, the more vulnerable he felt. Robbed of his eyesight, his other senses heightened and he jumped at the feather light touch of rope on his forearms.

  “Hold your wrists out, brass.”

  Scarlett’s tone of voice brooked no argument and he complied immediately, even as sweat broke out on his forehead. She wrapped the rope round his wrists and tightened it. The residual pain left over from his earlier injury flared into life and he crunched his teeth.

  “Relax, brass. We’ve only just started. Wriggle your fingers for me.”

  Cool hands stroked across his wrists and under the ropes, and he released his tense shoulders. That wasn’t too bad. His relief was short-lived, however. There was a whirring sound, and then his arms were yanked above his head. Higher and higher they went, until he was forced to scramble to his feet, and eventually his tip toes. Only then did the pressure stop, and Mike swore under his breath.

  “Such foul language, brass. I see that I’ll have to keep that tongue of yours under control.”

  The ice in her voice chilled his veins. There was the scrape of something on the floor and then Scarlett’s hot breath in his ear, seconds before she bit down hard. The sharp pain made him open his mouth and Scarlett wasted no time in shoving a ball gag into his mouth.

  Mike yanked on his restraints, but it was useless. All he achieved was overbalancing and his arms screamed at him as they took the strain of his body before his toes found the floor again.

  “Silly boy, stop struggling or you’ll hurt yourself. The only pain I want you to experience is the one inflicted by my hand. Is that understood?”

  Mike grunted in answer and saliva ran down his chin as he struggled against the gag.

  Scarlett wiped the moisture away with a cloth and pushed a soft ball into his hands.

  “If it gets to be too much drop this, and I’ll cut you free. This will serve as your safe word while you’re gagged. Nod if you understand me.”

  Mike let the ball drop immediately and Scarlett laughed. She scored her fingernails up and down his chest with what felt like enough pressure to leave angry marks.

  “Nice try, brass. Drop them again without good reason, and you won’t like the punishment I’ll dish out.” She drew a path of pleasuring pain down toward his ass cheeks and squeezed hard.

  “Such a delicious butt for me to play with. I have a new butt plug I’ve been saving for special occasions. It would make a fine decoration for that tight hole, don’t you think?”

  Cold sweat broke out across Mike’s skin and he frantically shook his head. Scarlett’s musical laughter skittered across his flesh, and he grasped the ball in an iron grip when she gave it back to him.

  “Much better. That wasn’t so hard now, was it, big boy?”

  He managed a grunt in answer and again she laughed. The kiss took him by surprise. A mere brush of her soft mouth across his bottom lip and lower, she dragged her full lips down over his chin. Soft openmouthed kisses that nudged his arousal up again, as her hot breath left gooseflesh on his body. By the time she’d worked her way down to his cock, he was once again hard enough to pound concrete.

  His whole body tensed when she kissed the tip of his dick and swirled her tongue around his foreskin. Taking the skin between her teeth, she pulled and stars exploded behind his eyelids as he braced himself for the pain that never came.

  Instead, pleasure coursed through him as she took him deep into the hot cavern of her mouth, so deep that he hit the back of her throat. Scarlett swallowed and then released him with agonizing slowness, before she repeated the process.

  Fuuuuck.

  The woman was messing with his fucking mind.

  He groaned around the gag as Scarlett fondled his balls. She released his dick and sucked one of his heavy testicles instead, while her hands stroked up and down his cock. Her nails scored the thick vein underneath and his nostrils flared as he tried to draw in frantic breaths of air. Not knowing what she was going to do next was driving him insane, which was no doubt her intention.

  Pain followed pleasure, as she bit the inside of his thigh hard enough to draw blood, whilst continuing to stroke his dick. Helpless to resist her talented hands, all the sensations merged into one until his befuddled brain couldn’t decipher what was pain or pleasure. His balls throbbed and his cock ached with the need for release, yet she kept him hovering on the edge. Scarlett withdrew every time he came too close to release and Mike uttered a string of swear words in his head.

  Scarlett’s laugh whispered across the head of his dick, and she trailed kisses back up his torso until he felt her breath on his sweat-slicked skin. She was too small to reach up there, so she must have climbed on something.

  “Poor brass, so needy, aren’t you? I’m rather fond of a large cock to play with, and yours is begging me so nicely. Tell me, big boy, do you want to come?”

  Mike clenched his teeth and grunted a strangled yes past the gag, and the damn woman laughed at him. There was something teasing and lighthearted about it that deflated some of his anger. She kissed the side of his neck and a shudder went through him.

  “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you, but not until you’re fit to bursting. You’re going to have the best fucking orgasm you ever had by the time I’m done with you.”

  Mike somehow managed to keep in his snort of disgust, but the shake of his head gave his feelings away. Scarlett ran her tongue along his jaw and he could feel her lips curve into a smile.

  “Oh yes, you will, and when I decide that you’re going to come for me, you will have no choice in the matter at all, brass. Now, I’m going to restrain you further with the ropes.”

  Fire raced over his skin as she started to wrap the ropes around his body as though he were a fucking parcel. Up and down his arms, and around his torso and legs went those ropes of torture or bliss, he couldn’t quite decide which they were. All he knew was that with every tightening of the rope against his skin, he sank a little bit deeper into himself. Time stood still as he waited for the brush of the rope, the hint of her scent as she moved around him, her fingers testing the tightness and her whispered words of encouragement as she worked.

  By the time she pulled a length of rope through his ass cheeks and framed his testicles in a tight grip, Mike was consumed by the feeling of sur
render. The thought alone should have terrified him, yet it had the opposite effect. Scarlett’s whispered praise as she checked to make sure he was okay with what she was doing made his chest feel tight in a way that had nothing to do with the rope harness.

  “That’s it, brass. Just let it all go. Let me take care of you.”

  She tugged the blindfold off his eyes and once her face came into focus he lost himself in the approval he read in her eyes. The deepest green, they pulled him under and dispelled the last of his misgivings. His breathing slowed in direct contrast to the fast beats of his heart, beats that were sure to head for cardiac arrest when Scarlett held the knife up for him to see.

  The rational side of his brain screamed at him to drop the ball. He knew it would end the scene right now, but the other side of him, the one trapped in her gaze, the one desperate to see more of the serene smile that spread across her face now, made him clench his hand into a fist to make sure he didn’t drop it.

  Scarlett dropped a kiss on his bicep and then reached up to remove the ball gag. Mike drew a much needed full breath into his lungs, and Scarlett’s smile deepened.

  “I want you to be able to talk for this, so we’re perfectly clear on your responses. I know this is somewhat of a hard limit for you, even though you didn’t state it in your form. Why didn’t you, brass?”

  He tried to shrug his shoulders in response but the ropes made that impossible. He couldn’t move an inch. Again one side of his brain screamed at him to panic, but Scarlett’s steady, understanding regard grounded him, and he relaxed back into the feel of the ropes.

  “Answer me, brass.”

  Her voice seemed to come from far away, and he was somewhat surprised to feel her tugging at his short hair.

  “I asked you a question, and I expect an honest answer. Open your eyes and look at me, Mike.”