Auctioned to the Gentle Dom [The Spectrum Auctions 5] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Doris O'Connor

  He kissed her again, just a brush of his lips over hers, but it was enough to send another trickle of moisture past her pussy lips.

  “I want you, Sir, please. Just make me yours.”

  Logan groaned and she swallowed hard when he shifted her so that she was straddling his thighs. Her dress rose up, exposing her naked pussy, and Logan grunted as he massaged her ass cheeks while looking his fill of her naked cunt. There was no way he would miss how wet she was for him, and sure enough, his smile grew sinful as he slowly brought his gaze up her body until their gazes connected.

  “So wet for me, so ready, such a fucking turn-on, my sweet little bird.”

  Lindsey didn’t know what to say. She probably ought to say something sexy and alluring, but nothing would come out of her mouth bar a squeak, because Logan chose that moment to slowly pull down her zip. The sides of the dress fell off her shoulders to bunch on her midriff, and his sharp intake of breath made her feel beautiful, as did his husky words, as her breasts were exposed.

  “You have the most amazing rack, but then I suspect men tell you that all the time.”

  He flicked his gaze up to hers and, studying her, cocked his head to one side as his fingertips brushed across the tips of her nipples.

  The already-tight buds firmed further and pushed against the confines of her bra in a blatant attempt to get closer to the digits tormenting her so skillfully. Lindsey couldn’t stop her moan of need, and she tried to push her breasts into his hands. He wouldn’t let her, of course, simply withdrew his fingers and shook his head.

  “Who’s in charge here, little bird?” he asked, and his smile deepened when she groaned in frustration.

  “You are, Sir, but please…I want.”

  He shut her up by kissing her again, while his hands roamed to her back and undid her bra strap. Her breasts fell free, her breathing turned shallow, and she whimpered as he pulled the bra off her. Logan broke the kiss and, lifting her arms up high above her head, used the straps of her bra to tie her wrists together. Another wave of liquid arousal left her pussy at the restraints as he ducked under her bound arms, lifted her up by her ass cheeks, and, with a wicked grin up at her, nuzzled into her cleavage. His stubble scraped across the sensitive flesh as he rubbed his jaw along her nipples. The slight sting shot straight to her clit, and she lifted herself up higher, silently begging him for more.

  “Hmm, these are all mine now, aren’t they, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir, please, I need…please.”

  A strangled groan escaped her when he took one of her nipples into his mouth and pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger.

  She registered his smile around his mouthful of breast, before all conscious thought left her brain when he started to suck. Oh god, that felt way too good.

  Every suck, nip, and tug sent waves of arousal through her system. Her clit quivered, her internal muscles clenched and released in tune to his sucks, expelling more of her arousal. Lindsey had never been so wet in all her life and she jumped when Logan released her breasts, blew his hot breath over the wet tip of her nipple, and then grazed his teeth along the other one.

  His hands roamed down her body, and another needy gasp escaped her when he cupped her wet mound.

  “So fucking wet, and we’ve barely started. I could take you right now, couldn’t I, my little bird?”

  “God, yes, please.” Lindsey barely recognized her voice. Husky, breathy, it wasn’t hers, but belonged to some wanton thing who rubbed herself along the hand cupping her pussy. When his palm connected with her needy clit, that little bundle of nerves contracted, sending the most delightful shivers all over her body.

  Logan chuckled and swatted her ass with his free hand, even as he slipped one finger into her body. Her internal muscles clamped down on the invader, and Logan swore under his breath.

  “Relax, baby, I’ll take care of you. You’re so fucking tight. How long has it been?”

  Lindsey shook her head, and closed her eyes, willing her body to relax. She wanted, this, needed it, and if she told him now…No, she could do this. She didn’t want to risk him stopping. A beeping sound from the kitchen registered through her desire-fogged mind, but before she could process what that meant, Logan slipped another finger into her, and she slumped across his shoulder.

  “That’s it, baby, ignore that. I’ll make us new ones. Right now, I want you to fly for me.”

  He started to thrust his fingers in and out of the tight clasp of her pussy, and Lindsey gasped anew at the sensations that bombarded her. Every thrust of his talented fingers pitched her need for him higher as her body built up to one enormous orgasm, just hovering out of her reach.

  “Please, Sir…I need more. I need…Oh god, yes…yeeees.”

  * * * *

  The needy sounds spilling from her lips as her hips took on a life of their own riding the fingers he had in her pussy were utterly fucking glorious, and Logan pushed that little warning voice in his head away. They probably should be talking instead of fucking, but right now in this moment, Logan didn’t care. His dick was so hard he could pound concrete with it, and he was utterly blown away by her responsiveness. Her tight little cunt muscles crushed his fingers as he found that little spongy spot he was looking for.

  Lindsey screamed when he did and a fresh, hot gush of her juices aided the slide of his fingers as he managed to push in a third finger through her tight opening. The heavy globes of her breasts shook with her rapid breathing, the nipples shiny and swollen from his earlier ministrations. The rhythmic ripples around his fingers told him exactly how close she was to her release, as did the now-frantic movements of her hips. Time to make her truly fly and claim her in the process. As tight as she was, she would need this orgasm to help her take his cock. Logan had never considered himself unusually large, but he was on the bigger side, and she was so fucking tight.

  “Come for me, little bird.”

  He murmured the words into the breasts and bit down on the rosy nipple in front of him.

  Lindsey did not disappoint. She came around his fingers with a screech to ring in his ears, and a gush of liquid that soaked his lap. Logan withdrew his fingers, and fumbling with his zip, he somehow managed to free his aching cock. That body part sprung up between them, and lifting her up by grasping her buttocks, he slid her hot, wet, little cunt along the tip of his swollen dick. Logan hissed through his teeth at the contact. He ran his cock along her quivering slit, bumping into her hugely engorged clit on the upstroke. The action seemed to prolong the aftershocks still wracking his girl’s body, so he did it again and again, clenching his teeth against the need to thrust into her cunt.

  “Oh god, oh god, please…I can’t…”

  Logan didn’t hear the rest of her words which turned into a long drawn out needy moan that made his balls drew tight to his body. He wouldn’t last five minutes inside of her, so she had to be almost there again before he took her.

  Claiming her mouth in a drugging kiss, he continued to torture them both by rubbing circles around her clit with the tip of his dick, until Lindsey was once again panting into his mouth. Only then did he allow his cock to slide along her wet slit, until the tip breached her hole. He frowned at the resistance he felt as he pushed her down along his throbbing length inch by agonizing inch, until something broke around his dick with a surge of hot liquid that made him freeze as effectively as her pain-filled cry.

  Fuck, no.

  Holding himself perfectly still inside her, half in, half out as he was, he closed his eyes and waited for her body to adjust. Her tears soaked his shoulders, and Logan felt all kinds of a brute for taking her like this on a freaking couch. The pressure around his dick ceased slowly, and kissing his way up her neck, he pulled her head back by her hair. Freed out of its messy bun, it fell around her shoulders, a shiny mass of brown curls against pale skin flushed with desire and slick with perspiration. Eyes shut, mouth open, she looked young and beautiful, and an unexpected surge of emotion took his breath away
.

  So damn young, and now all his.

  “You should have told me, baby.”

  Her eyes fluttered open as his hoarse words, the pupils so dilated in her arousal the orbs appeared almost black.

  “I couldn’t. I’m…oh…do that again, please…oh god.”

  His cock twitched inside her, and her eyes grew huge as he let her slide down his dick another half inch or so. It was absolute torture, this wait for her to adjust, but her scream of pain as he tore through her hymen haunted him still, and even if his balls turned blue and exploded, he was going to take this slow for her.

  Lindsey tightened her internal muscles around him, and Logan groaned.

  “For the love of god, woman, don’t do that. I’m holding on by a thread here. You do that, and I want to pound into you, and we need to take this slow. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

  The most delighted smile lit up Lindsey’s face at his words, and she lowered herself down another inch or so, her mouth opening, breaths coming in ever increasing pants, as Logan was slowly losing his fucking mind here.

  “Jesus, you’re still so tight. I should—”

  Her kiss shut him up, and fierce, hot need consumed him as the little minx in his arms pushed down in one breathtaking move until she was completely impaled on his length. With her internal muscles rippling around his dick, Logan gave up the fight to hold still. He flexed his hips, driving himself even further into her until the tip of his cock hit her cervix. A moan escaped his girl, and he did it again, just to make sure he hadn’t imagined her response. This time she rolled her hips in response, and Logan tore his lips from her mouth to study her.

  His fingers dug into her hip bones as he lifted her up all the way until only his tip remained in her cunt.

  “God, yes, please…I’m so close again, do something, please, Sir.”

  It was the “Sir” that broke the last of his restraint, and with a muffled curse, he slammed her back down on his dick.

  Lindsey’s moan of arousal was music to his ears, and he allowed himself to set the pace he needed to chase the orgasm building in his balls. Inexperienced she might be, but his girl soon found her rhythm, pushing against him as he thrust up. The couch shook with the force of their coupling, and when he bit down on one of the breasts bouncing in front of him, Lindsey went over that sweet cliff again. Her cunt gripped his dick in her release and sent him, too, over the edge.

  Flipping them both until she was the one on the couch, Logan pushed her legs over his shoulders and, grasping her ass cheeks for leverage, pistoned in and out of her cunt. The sight of his cock smeared with streaks of her blood and covered in her arousal was so fucking erotic that Logan roared his orgasm. Jet after jet of hot cum pulsed through his dick and deep inside her body as he pushed in hard and stayed there.

  Head cushioned on her breasts, he listened to his girl’s thundering heartbeat and grinned. She really was his now, and the fact that he had been her first…Fuck, it made him want to punch something, which would be completely juvenile and inappropriate right now.

  Instead, he hugged her tighter, and when his vision cleared and his breathing finally returned to normal he lifted his head to study her. Eyes closed, she looked half asleep, and again that wave of affection he felt for her took his breath away.

  “Baby, look at me.”

  Her eyes fluttered open and he smiled at her.

  “As much as I would like to stay buried inside you and go for round two right now, we need to move.” Glancing down her body, he added, “We made quite a mess, and we need to get cleaned up, okay?” She blushed at his words, and winced when Logan gently withdrew from her sweet cunt, still gripping him like a soft, wet fist.

  Ducking back out from under her arms, he freed her wrists and ran his fingers over the marks left behind by his makeshift restraints. The Dom in him roared at his mark on her body, and Lindsey offered him a timid smile when he looked at her.

  Logan tugged himself back inside his trousers, a fresh pang of guilt assaulting him at his not even having taken the time to get undressed, as fucking hot and mind-blowingly unexpected as their encounter had been. When Lindsey made no move herself, he smiled and picked her up off the couch in one fluid move. She definitely needed to eat more. His girl was as light as a feather in his arms.

  Thoughts of food made him register the smell of burning pizza that invaded his house, and he swore softly as he took the stairs two at a time to his bedroom. Lindsey locked her arms around his neck and snuggled into his neck in such a trusting way that he slowed down to prolong this moment of holding her in his arms. She was all soft and sated in his arms, and her little puffs of breath against his neck brought with them her unique scent, one he was fast becoming addicted to.

  He shouldered the door open to his bedroom and deposited his precious bundle on top of his bed. She looked very small and fragile there. He smiled at the yawn she tried to hide, and sitting down on the bed next to her, he helped her out of her dress. Hopelessly crumpled and no doubt stained beyond repair, it was fit only for the bin. A pity, really, because she’d looked damn hot in it.

  “Mama is going to kill me when she sees that dress.”

  “Your mother will do no such thing. Besides, she’s never going to see it, and it’s none of her business. You’re mine now, little bird, and I’ve already told you I look after what’s mine. No one is going to tell you what to do in the future.”

  “No one but you, Sir, you mean?”

  Logan laughed and flicked the tip of one rosy nipple with his fingers. Her resulting moan made him hard again, and he shook his head.

  “Watch it, minx. You don’t want to add to your tally. Now, stay there and be a good girl while I get something to clean you up a bit.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Logan grinned to himself while he walked to the bathroom. He wasn’t entirely surprised to see her fast asleep when he returned. Legs drawn up to her tummy, hands tucked under her head, she had curled into the fetal position in her sleep. It was tempting to let her be. Even more tempting to shed his clothes, to climb in next to her, and spoon around her while he, too, caught up on sleep. She needed cleaning up, however, so bearing that in mind, he gently washed between her legs, and then tucked her up under his covers.

  He dropped a kiss on her nose, which made her smile in her sleep, and after one long last look, he tore himself away. Among other things, he had ruined pizzas to dispose of and some phone calls to make.

  Chapter Ten

  A strange growling sound roused Lindsey from the most amazing dream. One where Logan was making passionate love to her, and…

  “Hey, sleepyhead, time to wake up.”

  Her eyes flew open at the deep drawl that could only belong to one man, to find the man she’d been dreaming about smiling down on her. Only it hadn’t been a dream, had it? The lingering soreness between her legs was prove enough of that, as was the fact that she was naked under the covers in Logan’s bedroom, and the man himself wore nothing but a pair of low-slung joggers.

  He must have just come out of a shower, because his hair was still wet, the slightly-too-long ends of it curling over his ears, and drops of moisture clung to his sculpted abdomen. She followed the dips and valleys of his abdominals, traced the line of his “V” lovingly with her eyes, and followed the enticing trail of hair that disappeared under his waistband.

  Logan cleared his throat, and she watched in fascination as the bulge in his joggers grew noticeably bigger.

  “Jesus, girl, if you keep looking at me like that, I’ll forget that I’m a gentleman and you’ll be too sore, and I’ll jump you right now.”

  Heat rose in her cheeks, and a feminine thrill of power shot through her veins as he adjusted himself with a rueful grin. He might not love her, and she might have made a complete fool out of herself by telling him that she loved him, but at least he wanted her sexually. That would have to be enough for her. She clenched her thighs together at the immediate ache in her pussy, and Logan
inhaled sharply.

  “None of that, girl. The only way, you’ll get off in future is by my hands, tongue, or preferably with my cock buried deep inside your sweet cunt or equally delectable ass. Are we clear?”

  Warmth spread through her veins at his possessive tone, and she didn’t hesitate even slightly to voice her affirmation.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl, now scoot up. I made us a pot of a coffee and some Tagliatelli Carbonara to replace the pizzas. They were only fit for the bin.”

  Lindsey giggled and dutifully scooted over to enable him to sit next to her. She couldn’t hide her wince as her sore nether regions protested the move and he frowned.

  “Sore, little bird?” he asked and handed her a steaming mug of coffee from the night stand, on which two bowls of delicious-smelling food also stood. Her stomach growled again, and she knew what had woken her. “And hungry, I’m pleased to hear. Great sex will do that.”

  He winked at her, and she hid her flaming cheeks behind her mug of coffee.

  “Was it great?” she asked, and he paused, cup midway to his mouth. His frown gave her palpitations, and she rushed on. “For you, I mean. I’m not very good at it, I’m sure.”

  Logan’s jaw clenched, and she wanted to sink into the bed and pull the covers over her head. It was only the waves of disapproval that she sensed from him right now that stopped her.

  “That’s the biggest lot of horse shit that I ever heard, girl. You’re a natural and so fucking responsive…it’s…” Logan reached down to adjust himself again, and Lindsey couldn’t help it. She grinned. He shook his head at her, leaned across, dropped a quick kiss on her lips, and delivered a playful swat to her thigh.

  “You should have told me, though.” He ran a hand through his hair, making it all stick up in wild disarray, and Lindsey reached across to tidy it up for him. The fact that he let her meant a heck of a lot to her right now. The affection she read in his eyes, even tinted with mild censure as it was, made her fall in love with him a little bit more. Which was very dangerous and no doubt foolhardy territory, but hells bells, she was marrying the guy, so she reckoned she was allowed to go a bit soppy. After all, he hadn’t run away screaming at her declaration, had in fact made love to her, and if he’d gone through all the trouble to cook for her, then it was surely safe to assume that he hadn’t changed his mind about their impending nuptials.