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

by Doris O'Connor

  “Put the robe on the floor and kneel on that, petal. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable unless I decide you ought to be.”

  The implied threat sent a rush of moist heat between her thighs and Slade laughed softly.

  “Then again you like a bit of pain, don’t you, petal? Answer me.”

  Heat seared her face and she nodded.

  “Words!”

  That single word snapped through the air like a whip and she hastily added, “Yes, Sir, I do. I think. I’m not really sure.”

  “You liked what we did at the club?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She risked a peep up at him, and he seemed to be debating something inside his head, before he nodded and got up.

  “Follow me,” he said. When she moved to get up he pushed her back down onto the floor with a heavy hand on her shoulder. “No, petal. On your hands and knees. I want you to crawl, and follow me.”

  He had to be kidding, but a quick peek up at him convinced her not to protest. This was Slade in full Dom mode, all earlier teasing gone from his expression. He expected instant obedience when in a scene, he’d said that, and she had no doubt that she wouldn’t like any real punishment he’d decide to dish out. Besides she felt sick at the mere thought of not having his approval, so she dutifully went on her hands and knees.

  He circled her several times not saying a word and she jumped when he ran his hand slowly down her spine. He tapped her thighs and she opened wider. Open and vulnerable she knew that he had a perfect view of her swollen nether lips and she gasped when he ran just one finger through her slit.

  “Hmmm, so wet for me. There’s a good girl. I may just have to reward you, petal.” Laura arched into his touch, but he withdrew immediately and she pouted her annoyance. The openhanded slap to her ass stung and she yelped in surprise.

  “Don’t think I can’t see you, petal. Now follow me. You asked me about that door. You’re about to find out what’s in there.”

  He moved off, his long-legged stride eating the floor, and she scrambled to follow. It felt awkward at first, crawling after him, but she soon got into a rhythm. By the time they reached the heavy door and he beeped his code into the keypad, she had worked up a bit of sweat. It was hard work crawling like that when she wasn’t used to it. The door swung open and the overhead lights came on bathing everything in a soft glow.

  “Crawl into the middle of the room and then get up on the table for me facedown.”

  She did as she was told, her anxiety rising with every forward movement of her hands and knees. She could only see the bottom of the equipment in the room, but it was clear that she was in his private dungeon, and a very well equipped one at that. What’s more the floor was spotless, and the comforting smell of leather filled her nostrils.

  When she reached the middle of the room she looked up. Right there in front of her stood a heavily padded massage table and her insides clenched recalling his earlier promise.

  “Up you go, petal.”

  His deep voice called her, reassuring her, and she hastened to comply. The leather felt soft and supple under her and she breathed out a sigh of relief. This wasn’t so bad, even if the heavily padded St. Andrew’s Cross she could see in her peripheral vision made her breathing speed up.

  “What color are we, petal?”

  “Green, Sir, but can I ask you a question?”

  “As you ask me so nicely, yes you can.” She could hear the smile in his voice seconds before he grabbed her arms and pulled them over her head.

  His face appeared in front of her as he crouched down.

  “What are you going to do?”

  Slade simply smiled and her throat went dry when he produced a flogger from behind his back.

  “Do you know what this is?”

  “A flogger, but I thought you said you were giving me a massage, not a whipping?” She couldn’t quite keep her anxiety out of her voice and he tucked her hair behind her ears, and dropped a kiss on her nose.

  “Trust me, this will be good. I happen to be an expert with this. Floggers don’t have to hurt and they give an excellent massage in the right hands.”

  He ran the leather strands over her bare arms, and she was surprised at the softness of the contact.

  “Color, petal?” he asked again.

  “Green, Sir.”

  “Good girl, then give me your hands. I’m going to restrain your arms and legs too. I don’t want you moving for this, understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He secured her wrists and ankles in the padded restraints attached to the massage table, ran his fingers underneath to make sure they weren’t too tight, and then he was back in front of her, his warm eyes searching her face.

  “I can see you’re still anxious, but do you trust me, petal?”

  Did she trust him? Yes, of course she did. Dom or not, this was Slade, the man she loved, had always loved, and she trusted him with her life. Laura took a deep breath in and let it out again.

  “Yes, I do, Sir.”

  Slade’s smile of approval lit up his face and warmed her up from the inside out.

  “Then let’s begin.”

  Chapter Six

  Slade swung the flogger with just the right amount of tension to wake up the nerve endings in Laura’s skin. She had flinched at the first few swipes of the ends across her shoulders, until she realized the sensation wasn’t painful. Slade normally enjoyed this particular mind fuck with a sub, but he hadn’t wanted her to tense up, to fear the impact. This flogger was designed to give a thudding sensation, to indeed massage a sub’s skin, and he smiled as she relaxed into the strokes. He varied the speed and strength and continued to flog her until her skin had taken on a nice pink glow to match her pretty pink pussy lips, and his cock throbbed painfully in his pants. As though he needed the reminder. But tonight wasn’t about his body’s needs. Tonight was all about Laura. By the time he was finished Laura was so relaxed she didn’t even stir when he released her from her bonds.

  “Have you fallen asleep on me there, petal?” he asked.

  “Whaaat…No…I mean, no, Sir. Do you have to stop?”

  Slade laughed and hauled a sleepy Laura into his arms. She mewled in protest and again it reminded him of a kitten. A kitten with claws, and eyes that could spit fire. He deposited her in the bed in the corner of his playroom and laughed at her confused expression.

  “You have a bed in here?”

  “Yes, I do. Trust me, it’s much easier to tuck a sleepy sub in when I don’t have to lug her up several flights of stairs to do so.”

  She frowned at that.

  “That sounds as though you’ve had plenty of practice.” A nuance in those mumbled words alerted him and he settled his hand round her nape again, in the manner he knew she found reassuring.

  “Whatever is going on in that pretty head of yours, stop it now. You’re the only sub I have ever had in here. So whilst I have played with a fair number of submissives over the years, none of them have ever set foot in here, okay?”

  “Kay,” she said, still looking doubtful and he swatted her ass, making her moan.

  “Go to sleep, Laura.”

  He grinned at the way she fought to keep her eyes open and she reached for him.

  “Yes, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he said.

  “Promise?”

  “Cross my heart and hope to die, little brat.” She smiled and looked all set to say something else, before exhaustion claimed her.

  Slade tugged her body next to his and watched her sleep for a while, before the day’s events caught up with him too. He clapped the lights off and shut his eyes.

  * * * *

  Something was nudging her hip, a heavy weight pinned her down, and Laura’s eyes fluttered open. Disoriented, she looked around the room bathed in twilight. Had she forgotten to draw the curtains last night? Only the floor to ceiling window through which the first rays of sunshine made an appearance didn’t have curtains, but slatted blinds, which had been left p
artially open.

  In her sleep-befuddled state Laura couldn’t quite make sense of it all. Where was she? She tried to move away from the curiously warm wall she lay against, but something stopped her. A man’s grunt in her ear made her freeze, and an arm of steel reached across and pulled her back against the naked man in her bed. Only this wasn’t her bed.

  Laura shook her head and wiggled sideways. Damn the way she always woke, too drowsy and disoriented to make sense of anything. Where was a cup of coffee when a girl needed one? And what had woken her up, other than that annoying slant of sun shining right into her eyes?

  The hair-roughened arm across her waist relaxed as her companion fell back into a deep sleep, judging by the steady breaths tickling her neck, and Laura carefully extricated herself, from under Slade… Slade.

  Her heart beat faster and even without her caffeine hit she was suddenly wide awake.

  She was lying in Slade’s bed in his private dungeon, and he was fast asleep. Heat rose in her cheeks, as the previous night’s happenings flooded back into her mind in Technicolor detail. How could she have forgotten, even just for a moment?

  Her movement had caused the sheet covering them both to slip down, and her mouth went dry as her eyes feasted on the sight of a naked and fast-asleep Slade. The reality was so much better than her imagination, and she couldn’t resist the temptation to have a closer look. His morning erection tented the sheet, and she lifted it up for a better view.

  Long and thick, his cock rested on his abdomen, and she traced a finger up the thick vein underneath, until she reached the bulbous head. His shaft twitched and hardened further under her gentle touch and she glanced up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Her heart stalled in her chest, for Slade was watching her. One thick eyebrow raised, his gaze pinned her in place. Her skin tingled under his heated regard. Nipples firmed and her breasts grew heavy, and she squirmed on the bed and hastily withdrew her hand. Slade smirked and laced his hands behind his head in an air of nonchalance.

  “Don’t stop now, petal. I find myself most curious as to what you had in mind.”

  His deep voice washed over her and she let her eyes feast on the image of male perfection in front of her. From the full lips drawn up in a sinful smile, over the beard-roughened jaw, the thick neck with the prominent Adam’s apple, she let her gaze wander. Down over the width of his muscled shoulders, and the pectorals covered in a fine dusting of chest hair that narrowed over the ridges and valleys of his six pack, until it created a happy trail leading to the dark patch of hair at the base of his thick cock.

  “Touch me, petal.” His voice sounded thicker than before she had started her visual inspection, and her body responded to the silken promise behind those words with a trickle of moisture between her legs. Her internal walls clenched in need, and she licked her lips when a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of Slade’s dick. He groaned and she bent forward, put her hands on his thighs, and then licked that slick of his essence away. Salty and tangy his unique musk filled her nostrils and she inhaled against his abdomen.

  Slade’s thighs tensed under her hands, and he swore under his breath, making her smile. His skin, covering the hard muscles underneath, was silky smooth, and Laura ran her hands over the hard expanse of his tummy. Her lips followed the path her hands had already taken, and she flicked the hard little nubs of his nipples, and tugged at his chest hair.

  “Naughty girl, you’re heading the wrong way.” The words were stern, but when she looked up she could see the laughter in his eyes, and something else, that turned her heart into a sledgehammer.

  Slade wrapped his hand into her hair and tugged her up and close until she half lay on him. Her scalp prickled under the firm grip he had on her tresses, and her eyes closed at the first brush of his lips against hers.

  He licked along the seam of her lips, and Laura sighed. Slade slipped in and took charge of the kiss with a thorough exploration of her mouth that left her breathless and needy.

  She clenched her thighs to relieve the ache between her legs and Slade broke the kiss with a smile. He slapped her ass right across one of the welts leftover from last night and the residual pain zinged straight to her clit. Like sweet torture, that tiny bit of pain increased her need for him tenfold and she moaned her denial when he released her.

  Slade cupped his now fully erect cock, and smiled at her.

  “Beg for it, if you want it, petal, like a good little sub.”

  Startled she looked up at him, and Laura swallowed hard at the intensity of his stare. Jaws clenched, Slade studied her, and her insides turned to goo at the air of command he exuded.

  “Please, Sir, may I have your cock?”

  Approval lit up his eyes, and Laura breathed easier knowing that she had pleased him. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would beg for a man’s cock, yet with him, here, right now, it seemed the most natural thing in the world. He stroked himself faster and Laura’s pussy clenched and unclenched in rhythm with those long fingered strokes up and down his cock. She wanted to wrap her fingers round his thick girth and swallow the renewed moisture leaking out of his slit.

  “Where do you want my cock, petal? Which one of your sweet holes shall I fill?” Slade asked. He palmed one of her breasts with his free hand and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Sweet pain that made her more desperate for him.

  “Shall I fuck your tits, petal, or your mouth?” He abandoned her breasts and ran his hand up to her throat, squeezing slightly, before he covered her mouth. His fingers dug into her jaw and he pulled her closer still, until he could nuzzle her neck. A shudder went through her and he sucked hard enough to leave a bruise. Biting down slightly, he then released her and ran his hand back down her body. He tapped her legs and Laura opened her thighs automatically.

  “Good girl,” he whispered. Before she even knew what was happening, he had her flat on her back with her legs flung over his shoulders. Wide open and exposed, Laura trembled and flinched as he rubbed his stubble across the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. His hands dug into her ass cheeks, lifting her off the bed and she gasped when he slid his fingers through her wet slit and then pushed his slick thumb through her little puckered hole.

  “Maybe I’ll fuck you up the ass. Would my little petal like that?”

  Laura shut her eyes and groaned her need, as he withdrew his thumb and pushed two fingers inside instead. Her muscles burned and she panted her reply.

  “Yes, anywhere…please…I need you, Slade.”

  Pain shot through her, intense and unpleasant, as he bit down hard on her labia, and pulled it to one side.

  “Sir, sorry, Sir.” Laura corrected herself and the pain eased a little.

  “That’s better, girl, let’s not forget the basic rules, shall we?”

  Slade’s deep rumble against her sensitive skin pitched her back into need, and she flexed her hips to get him closer to the little bundle of nerves desperate for his touch. He blew against her clit, and chuckled at her exasperated groan.

  “Not yet. You will only come when I tell you to, is that understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, too caught up in the sensations his fingers were creating in her ass to project it with any conviction. In and out he thrust those long digits, scissoring them, until the burn was almost too much. Just as she thought she could take no more he withdrew completely, wiped his fingers with an antibacterial wipe from the bed stand, and then grasped her wrists.

  He kissed her again, slowly and thoroughly, and then sat up.

  “Give me your hands, petal.” He smiled when she complied immediately. He pulled a set of chains out from under the mattress, secured her wrists in the attached padded handcuffs, and then pulled the chains tight until her arms were stretched up to the headboard.

  “Beautiful,” he said, and then leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Laura arched her back to give him better access and she squirmed under the bites and pinches he delivered to first
one and then the other. When the little nubs stood proudly to attention he reached across her and her breath stalled in her lungs. In his hands he held a wicked looking set of nipple clamps and sweat broke out on her skin.

  “Color, petal?”

  “Yellow.”

  A frown crossed his beloved features and he cupped her chin.

  “What worries you about this?” he asked.

  “I–I…don’t like nipple clamps. They hurt too much.” Laura couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She wanted to please him, she really did, but those clamps looked enormous, and the last time someone had tried she’d almost floored that wannabe Dom.

  “These are adjustable, petal, see?” He held the clamps up for her to see. “Trust me, it will be good pain.”

  Laura bit her lip and eyed him warily.

  “You didn’t state this as a hard limit, not even a soft one on your form, petal. If the thought worries you that much, you should have. That’s how this works. And it’s my job as your Dom to push you, to make you take things you’re not entirely comfortable with, so…”

  His voice trailed off and he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it at the same time, until every movement shot straight to her clit. Laura’s breathing hitched and she closed her eyes and let the darts of arousal roll over her.

  “There we go.”

  She yanked on her restraints when white-hot pain followed. Her nipple was on fire and she screamed. Slade’s mouth closed over the other bud and he suckled, whilst his thumb drew circles round her clit. Pain receded to discomfort and then pure need, as his thumb on her clit and the sensation of his hot mouth on her unclamped nipple all merged into feelings of pure bliss.

  That nipple too caught on fire, as he attached the other clamp, and she arched off the bed, not knowing whether to scream or come.

  “Sshh, it’s okay, breathe, petal. I’m right here.” Slade’s deep murmur in her ear anchored her against the myriad of sensations assaulting her body. Pain morphed into something else entirely, and she gasped into the kiss he gave her. “That’s my girl.”