Auctioned to the Honorable Dom [The Spectrum Auctions 1] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Doris O'Connor

  “Up.”

  The short command galvanized her into action and he surprised her by running his large hands up and down her arms. The simple movement left gooseflesh in its wake. He dropped his hands abruptly and she had to look up to see his expression. Her gaze snared on the imprint of his cock straining against the zipper of his leather trousers. He looked long and thick and she licked her lips in anticipation of his spicy taste. A rush of heat enveloped her at the evidence of his obvious arousal and her pussy clenched in need. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be the disaster she first thought it would be when she realized it was Slade who had bought her.

  Her smile froze on her lips, however, when he loosened the chains around her wrists. They fell to the floor with a heavy thunk, and her stomach dropped right with them. She felt curiously bereft without the heavy chains grounding her and she forced herself to look him in the eye.

  Slade looked furious, and the rebellious side of her reveled in his reaction, even as the submissive inside her cringed. She fought the urge to sink to her knees in front of him, and her throat went dry when he picked out a riding crop from the array of implements laid out on the table in the middle of the room. Slade swished it through the air and brought it down on the insides of his hand with a resounding crack.

  Laura couldn’t help her flinch, and Slade smirked. Without uttering a single word he stepped closer and ran the end of the riding crop over her shoulders, along her collarbone and up and down the cleft between her breasts. Laura groaned when he circled each nipple with the tip of the crop, and her nipples firmed even more. Shameless “come get me” beacons, they signaled her need as clearly as her choppy breaths. She didn’t seem capable of taking in a decent amount of air and the room started to sway.

  A painful yank to her hair brought her back into the here and now and she had to hold onto Slade’s broad shoulders for support when he kicked her legs apart.

  His expression gave nothing away, and unease sent shivers down her spine.

  “Give me your hands, slave.”

  She hastily let go of his shoulders, even as her befuddled brain registered the strength of the muscles rippling under her fingertips, and he grasped her wrists and raised them high above her head. Wrist straps followed and then he snapped them in place onto the chains suspended from the ceiling. How she had not noticed them up there before, she couldn’t say, but they certainly got her attention now. Slade adjusted the chains until she was forced to stand on her tiptoes, and he kicked her legs apart again when she tried to close them.

  “I see you will need help keeping these open for me.” He stepped back and picked up a spreader bar from the table. Before Laura even registered his intent the bar was secured between her legs, and she was completely at his mercy.

  Slade stepped back to admire his handiwork, his gaze resting on her breasts for a moment too long. His expression grew murderous again, and Laura held her breath.

  Why was he so pissed off? And what was he doing here?

  “Permission to speak, Sir, please?” Her voice was no more than a breathy whisper, but Slade’s movements stilled and his amber gaze connected with hers. He nodded and she rushed on.

  “What are you doing here? I thought you were in New York, and why did Mistress Scarlett call you Master Slade? And, Sir, what do you intend to do to me?”

  Slade laughed. A short, humorless laugh that chilled her to the bone and made her wonder whether she knew him at all.

  “So many questions, petal. I could ask you the same. What are you doing at an auction in my club?”

  “Your club?” She couldn’t have heard him right, could she? “But, you’re a lawyer?”

  Slade laughed again. Genuine amusement showed in his face this time.

  “And you’re supposed to be married by now. So, tell me what the fuck are you doing at a slave auction, and does Michael have any idea what his little sister is up to?”

  “I don’t need my brother’s permission. I’m a big girl now, and I’d have thought it was obvious what I’m doing here. The question is, are you Dom enough to give me what I need?”

  * * * *

  Oh she had spunk in spades, but then she’d always had that. She’d run circles round Michael when they had been growing up, and from the looks of it she still did. The woman, and by god was she all woman, needed a damn keeper. Under the harsh lighting of the dungeon and strung up as she was, not an ounce of her was not visible to his hungry gaze. The tiny thong she still wore was soaked through with her arousal, her sweet musk a heavy aphrodisiac in the still air, and her skin was flushed with need. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and his balls ached with the need to taste that bounty. Was she anyone else, he would already be bollocks deep inside her sweet pussy, but he’d made a promise, and he always kept his promises. He would keep this one, even if his cock was so hard it was likely to snap in half if he touched it.

  To be this close to the object of his desire was sweet torture, but he would not, could not, act on his instincts screaming at him to claim what was his.

  Instead he circled her again. He used the end of the riding crop to trace patterns across her skin, exerting just enough pressure for her to feel it, just enough to keep her off balance, to keep her wondering what he was going to do.

  “You are lucky it was me who purchased you, petal. Any other Dom would have paddled your ass ten times over already for the insubordination you have shown. In fact…”

  He brought the crop down across one creamy ass cheek and Laura flinched. An angry welt appeared on her flawless skin and he rubbed the sting away with his hand. Laura released her breath in an audible whoosh and her scent increased. Slade groaned under his breath at the obvious evidence of her arousal, and without warning brought the crop across her ass again. He repeated the process again and again, until Laura was yanking on her restraints, her feminine gasps and pleas ringing in his ears.

  Fuck it all to hell and back. His little Laura was a pain slut. His? Where had that thought come from? She wasn’t his and never could be. He would just have to show her.

  Abandoning the crop he picked up a flogger and trailed it across her breasts. A sharp flick of his wrists had the ends streak across her nipples. Laura’s mouth formed into a silent O and her whole body shook in need.

  He repeated the process to the other breast, and then grasped the perfect little handfuls and squeezed hard enough to leave bruises. Laura panted her arousal, as he pinched each nipple in turn, using the previously abandoned length of chain to bind her breasts. By the time he was finished, Laura’s eyes had glazed over, and he had to adjust his throbbing dick.

  He kept one hand on her at all times, reassuring her with his presence, whilst the Dom in him marveled at her responsiveness.

  “Where are we, slave?” he asked.

  He had to repeat the question before he caught her whispered reply.

  “Green, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  She smiled through the shimmer of tears now appearing, and Slade swore again. This was not going to plan. Instead of scaring her, as had been his intention, she was lapping it up. Her responsiveness blew him away, and one sharp tap to her still covered clit was all it took for her body to shudder in release. He twisted the scrap of material covering her mound away, and his fingers slid into her wet channel with ease. With her head resting on his shoulder, he finger fucked her into another orgasm that left her gasping for breath. Her hungry pussy clenched around his fingers in rhythmic ripples that made him wish it was his cock receiving that treatment, but he couldn’t use her sweet body like that.

  Instead he kissed her tears away, and released her from her bondage. She collapsed into his arms, and wrapping a blanket around her heaving shoulders, he sat down with her on his lap, and waited for her to come back to reality.

  * * * *

  Laura sighed and wriggled closer into the comforting embrace. Her ass protested the movement and she groaned. A warm hand caressed her cheek, and tucked her hair behind her ear.r />
  “Here, drink this.”

  Liquid touched her parched lips and Laura followed the quietly uttered demand instinctively. Cool water soothed her parched throat, and she swallowed greedily.

  “Slowly, petal.” Slade’s soft voice registered and heat rose in her cheeks.

  She struggled to sit up, but he had her imprisoned in his arms. Once again she was struck by the sheer power of him. He had always been tall, but he had filled out since she’d last seen him. Muscles bunched underneath the fingertips she ran over his chest and he inhaled deeply. His breath, when he released it, skittered across the damp skin of her neck, and the tingles of leftover arousal flared into urgent need again. She wanted him. God, how she wanted him, and if the rock hard cock under her ass cheeks was any indication, then he wanted her too. A rush of feminine power went through her at the thought and she wriggled her hips.

  Slade’s groan made her shiver and she risked a peep up at his face from under her eyelashes. Full mouth drawn into a tight line, his amber eyes darkened, and the hand which had been drawing lazy circles on her back stopped and slid up to her neck instead. He wrapped his fingers around her hair and tugged her head back.

  “You’re playing with fire, Laura.”

  The use of her real name said in his deep gravelly voice raised her need for him up another notch.

  “Maybe I want to get burned,” she said. She grimaced at the breathy quality of her voice and Slade sighed. He shut his eyes for a minute and shook his head, and when he opened them again, the old Slade she knew and loved was back. He released his hold on her hair and tucked the ends of her blanket more securely around her shoulders, until not an inch of her skin was left exposed.

  “Is that why you came here? To get burned?” he asked.

  “What if I did?”

  “Then you came to the right place.”

  He studied her, and she fought the urge to squirm under his quiet regard.

  “It doesn’t explain why, though. What happened to you since I last saw you?”

  Laura shrugged her shoulders.

  “I grew up?”

  Slade’s eyes narrowed and he raised an eyebrow, pinning her in place. Like a rabbit caught in the glare of the headlights she had nowhere to go.

  “Most women do not seek out auctions at my BDSM club when they grow up, Laura. So, I ask you again, what happened? I was hard on you on purpose, much harder than I would normally be with a sub new to me, yet you flew.” He stopped and ran a hand through his dark hair, mussing it up to such a degree that her fingers itched to straighten it out for him. “You state no real limits on your auction card. Do you have any idea who could have bought you? How much danger you could be in right now?”

  That brought her head up and it was her turn to frown.

  “Danger? I thought this was safe and all the Doms are vetted, unlike—” She stopped herself just in time, but Slade did not miss her slip of the tongue, and he cupped her chin in a viselike grip.

  “Unlike what? What have you been doing, Laura?”

  “Nothing, really. Let’s just say finding a good Dom is not as easy as it looks.” She shrugged again, and blinked back the tears threatening to fall. Slade did not need to know the humiliating details of her brief engagement. She had told no one, not her brother, not even her best friend, and she sure as hell was not going to tell Slade Douglas. He clearly thought little enough of her as it was. Disapproval once again poured off every inch of his masculine frame and the ball of misery in her gut tightened and grew.

  “I did my homework. I checked out the club and the rules. I filled out every one of those damn forms, passed your assessments, and I was reassured that this was safe. It was just supposed to be a night of fun. A night to explore my fantasies with someone who knew what he was doing, someone I would never have to see again. It was never meant to be you.”

  Her voice broke on the last few words and she scrambled off his lap. This time he let her, and the knock on the door made them both jump.

  “By god, Slade, let me the fuck in there, before I get this fucking place shut down.”

  Chapter Three

  Michael’s angry voice came through loud and clear and Laura went so pale, Slade was worried she might faint. He should have known she was better than that though. She straightened her shoulders, and stamped her foot in a move so achingly familiar from the little girl he’d loved to tease, he had to shake his head to clear it off those images. Right there was a mind fuck he didn’t need.

  By the time he had his emotions back under control Michael was hammering the door so hard it shook.

  “Open this fucking door. What the fuck are you doing with my sister? I’m going to kill you, Slade.”

  Twin spots of angry color appeared on Laura’s cheeks, and she threw Slade such a look of disgust, he fought the urge to cover up his balls. Laura’s temper was as legendary as that of her brother’s, and Slade had lost count how many times he had intervened between the two warring siblings.

  “How does he know I’m here? Did you tell him?” She rounded on Slade as she spoke and he swallowed hard. By god, she was beautiful when she was angry.

  “Why would you do that? Why? You had no right to.”

  “When you show up in my club for an auction that by rights you shouldn’t know anything about, then I have every right to intervene, petal.”

  She jerked back at the mention of her slave name, and he dropped his voice to get his point across.

  “I had to keep you safe. A new sub like you, such an open book, according to your chart, every Dom in that room was itching to get his hands on you. You’re here of your own free will, so I couldn’t stop the auction, but I could damn well make sure you wouldn’t end up with one of our resident sadists. Count yourself lucky I was here tonight. I had no intention of turning up, but I was at a loose end, so I decided to drop in. If Pedro had gotten hold of you, he would not have let you go until you couldn’t walk, let alone sit down, and before you say anything, trust me, you are not ready for Pedro’s sick games.”

  “Who the fuck is Pedro?” she asked, and despite the situation he had to smile as she clamped a hand over her mouth as it dawned on her what she’d just said.

  “Pedro is one of our most respected and also most feared Masters, petal, and if he were here instead of me, you’d have all your holes stuffed full for using language like that. If your brother wasn’t about to break my door in you’d be at least bent over my knee getting a spanking for that insolence.”

  Her breath hitched and he smiled grimly. “Not that it would be much of a punishment for you. Perhaps leaving you in the stocks with a dildo shoved inside your cunt teasing you mercilessly without giving you relief would be a much better punishment.”

  She went pale and he hid his grin. What he wouldn’t give to be the one to teach her some manners, but now was not the time or the place. Instead he turned his back on her and opened the door.

  Michael fell into the room, all six feet of brotherly outrage and Slade got a glimpse of Mistress Scarlett’s grin before Michael’s fist connected with his jaw and he saw stars. He blocked the next punch to his face but the elbow to the solar plexus had him gasping for breath.

  “Michael, will you stop! Stop it, dammit, both of you!” Soft hands curled around his shoulder and heaved him up and away. The action made Laura’s blanket fall to the floor and Michael growled his annoyance. He yanked the blanket back up around his sister’s naked form.

  “For fuck’s sake, cover yourself, Laura. Have you no shame?” She glared at her brother and stuck her tongue out at him before she kicked him in the shin repeatedly.

  “Don’t you dare lecture me! What gives you the right to barge in here and throw your weight around? I’m not five anymore. I’m a grown woman and if I want to parade naked down Oxford Street you can’t stop me.”

  “Well, actually I would arrest you for indecent exposure. I’m a cop remember, sis, and I’m due a promotion. I don’t need you messing this up for me.”
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  “Oh lord forbid, I would mess up anything for you and your precious career, Mike.” Laura rolled her eyes. “So sorry you got landed with this unruly sister. How very remiss of our parents. I’m so sorry I know my own mind and refused to marry the dickhead you’d picked out for me.”

  The words were brave, tumbling out one after the other, but her whole body language screamed her unease, and the Dom in him couldn’t help but respond to the silent plea. Before he could do anything, however, the loud crack of Scarlett’s whip deafened them all.

  The Domme was an expert at wielding the single tail when she wanted to get anyone’s undivided attention and Laura flinched and backed away from her. Slade wrapped his arms around her, and the trusting way she leant into him made him take a deep breath, to control his racing heart. He could do bugger all about the raging hard-on he was sporting.

  Michael blanched under his tan and he too backed away from a pissed-looking Scarlett.

  “Okay, that is quite enough commotion for one evening. You”—she tapped Michael on one beefy arm with her whip handle—“You, I let you into the club because Slade told me he was expecting you. That was the only reason, so do not try to throw your weight around in here. I have had bigger men than you eat out my hand, boy.” She simply smiled at Michael’s outraged splutter. “Save it. The club is all above board and your sister is here of her own free will. I have the paperwork to prove it, and as much as I enjoyed seeing Master Slade lost for words for once,” she nodded at him, understanding in her eyes, “we both know that he allowed you to throw those punches out of a misguided sense of guilt, I assume. I’m sure your sister has no complaints about her time with Master Slade?”

  She raised an eyebrow at Laura, and Slade released the breath he hadn’t been aware of holding when she answered.