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

by Doris O'Connor

  She grinned up at him and ran her hands into his hair.

  “I reckon you’ll look rather distinguished as a silver fox. And besides, I don’t want any other Dom, younger or otherwise. I just want…you.”

  Some of her bravado left her and she worried her bottom lip with her little teeth.

  “It’s always been you for me. You must know that. I was following you and Mike around like the proverbial lost puppy.”

  “Or the typically annoying little sister,” he said, and she frowned.

  “But I’m not your sister, Slade, and I don’t need protecting from you or anyone. I know perfectly well what and who I want, so you can give this whole protecting me for my own good crap up, and just tell me straight. You either want me or you don’t want me, and judging by that cock of yours you at least want to fuck me, so for heaven’s sake do something already and stop stalling. For, so help me if you don’t want me, I’ll march out of here right now.” She looked down and colored. “Well, as soon as I find some clothes to wear, that is.”

  Slade couldn’t help it. He laughed, and she slapped his shoulder—hard.

  “That could prove difficult,” he said. “Because I left your interesting little getup at the club, and I believe your street clothes are still in a locker at Spectrum, so I’m afraid, you will just have to stay naked for me. Just the way I want you, petal.”

  “Hmm,” she grinned at him and grabbing his shoulders straddled him, until her hot little cunt just teased the head of his cock. “That would make an awful mess, you know, as I seem to turn into a leaking tap every time you’re around, Sir.”

  Slade groaned and grabbed her hips to hold her still. He looked across to the condoms left on the bed and this time she had no problems opening one and rolling it on him. Slade grit his teeth against the sliding sensation of her hot little hands on his staff, and counted backward in his head. By the time she had him adequately covered they were both breathing heavily and the air was heavy with the combined scent of their arousal.

  “I’ll have to test that theory of yours,” he said and she blanched when he grasped hold of her hips again and angled them until his dick slid across her clit. Sure enough her juices coated his prick, and they both groaned. “Will you look at that? So wet and greedy for my cock, aren’t you, petal?”

  Her fingernails dug into his shoulder and her breaths came in short pants, as he continued to torture them both by sliding his cock through her slit. At every backward stroke he allowed the tip of his prick to sink a little further into her hole, and her pussy clamped down to pull him inside.

  “Please…”

  He kissed her, and she whimpered into his mouth as he chose that moment to thrust upward into the sweet haven of her body. She tried to lift, but he held her flush against him, breathing in her very essence, and giving her room to adjust to his invasion. Slowly the feeling of tightness passed and he moved her up, only to slam her back down on his dick.

  “That what you want, my sweet petal?” Their eyes locked and he drowned in the need he saw in hers. Swirling depths of the deepest green, they reflected his own wants perfectly.

  “Yes, god yes, I want you,” she panted, her eyes going wide as he lifted her again. He groaned at the telltale little quivers around his dick that meant he wouldn’t last five minutes. Slade slammed her back down again, up, down, and evermore urgent, as they lost themselves to the heat they created between them. Slade pumped faster as his orgasm built, and latched onto one of her breasts bouncing in front of him.

  Laura tightened around his dick in a viselike grip, when he bit down on her nipple and released it with a pop. Her body grew tense and he stilled his movements, wanting to draw out this moment forever. Head thrown back, her long blonde tresses covered them both, her mouth formed in a silent O. She looked breathtakingly beautiful. Slade lifted her all the way off his cock and then drove home, tipping her forward so that the move ground her swollen clit all the way along his dick. He swallowed her scream of completion in his mouth, and followed her right over into oblivion.

  When he could breathe and talk at the same time, and his thundering heartbeat slowed down enough to be able to hear past the roar in his ears, he nuzzled into her damp neck.

  Laura moaned, but angled her head to give him better access and he grinned.

  “You know when a Dom knows he’s in serious trouble, little brat?” he asked.

  She shook her head and lifted up to look at him.

  “When vanilla sex blows him away to such a degree that he can’t move.” He grinned at her and her face lit up with her smile.

  “That’s what we were doing? Could have fooled me.”

  He slid his hands up her arms and over her shoulders and then settled them around her neck.

  Laura went still and he rested his forehead on hers.

  “One day soon, I want to fasten my permanent collar around this beautiful neck of yours, so that everyone knows you’re mine.”

  A shudder went through her and he smiled at her whispered answer.

  “I’d like that very much, Sir.”

  “You would?”

  She linked her hands behind his neck, and tightened around his still hard dick, making him groan out loud.

  “Whatever you want, Sir. I’m yours, always.”

  “And I’m yours, my sweet petal.”

  He pulled back to study her and kissed the tears of her face, the words he’d never thought he’d say tumbling out before he could stop them.

  “I love you, little brat.”

  “I love you too, Mr. Know-It-All.”

  Her childhood nickname for him made him grin like the soppy fool he was and she giggled when he turned them over until he had her pinned underneath him. He thrust into her tight core once, before he withdrew.

  “Now, I do believe someone has earned herself another punishment for calling me that.” He glanced across at the St. Andrew’s Cross, and her smile slipped as her gaze followed his…

  Chapter Eight

  Three months later

  Laura took a deep breath and ran her hands under the water tap. Anticipation coursed through her veins like a heavy aphrodisiac, and despite just having freshened up in the toilets, her pussy was slick again with her arousal. There was something about being at Club Spectrum that sent her hormones into overdrive every time. No doubt, by the time she made her way back to Slade’s side, moisture would be trickling down the inside of her thigh.

  Laura squeezed her legs together, imagining how he would notice and would run his fingers through her slit and then taste her with a grin. It was one of the many rituals they had adopted over the last three months. Rituals, which grounded and excited her in equal measures. She turned the tap off and looked up as one of the cubicle doors opened and one of the newly recruited bar staff emerged. Rissa smiled at her, and her eyes widened when her gaze dropped to Laura’s neck.

  “Wow, that’s so beautiful. I heard that Master Slade collared you, but the descriptions do not do that beauty justice.”

  A wave of happiness suffused Laura, like it always did when people commented on her collar. The heavy platinum choker rested perfectly on her neck, and it was held together by a delicate diamond studded padlock. It was simple and elegant, yet screamed ownership to those in the know, and it made Laura smile every time she caught a glimpse of her reflection.

  “I know. It’s just perfect, isn’t it?” she said, and Rissa sighed.

  “It so is. You do know that half the subs in the club are simply green with envy that you snared Master Slade. It’s so obvious that he simply adores you.”

  Laura smiled and Rissa looked as though she was going to say something else, but the door opened and Mistress Scarlett strolled in. Instantly Rissa’s demeanor changed. She rushed through washing her hands and hurried past a bored-looking Scarlett. The Domme fixed her gaze on the other two young women who had been listening intently to the exchange, whilst pretending to freshen up their makeup, and they too scurried away in such a manne
r that Laura had to giggle.

  Scarlett winked at her and she too smirked. She used the end of her ever-present whip handle to nudge Laura’s chin up, and her smile deepened.

  “Your Master has sent me in here to come and get you. The auction is about to start and trust me you don’t want to miss this. It’s the only reason I agreed to be his lackey and come and fetch you.”

  Laura thought it wisest not to comment on that untruth. Scarlett was in fact one of Slade’s dear friends, and Laura and she had become firm friends, too. Many a night, Scarlett had joined them for dinner, and Laura had come to realize that her tough, no-nonsense Domme persona, hid a tender heart. In truth, Scarlett was a sweetheart, who would do anything for the people she cared about. You just didn’t cross her when she was in full Domme mode.

  With that in mind, Laura dropped her gaze to the floor and followed Scarlett’s high-heeled boots out of the toilets and into the club. It had filled up since she’d excused herself to visit the facilities. The auctions were always popular, and a wash of sadness marred her happy expectation of coming events, for this auction’s proceeds were to go to the police force’s widows and orphans’ fund.

  She couldn’t look at a police officer without it leaving a dull taste in her mouth, because Michael still hadn’t come round. Slade and he had come to bitter blows over her, when Michael had tried to exert his influence in getting the club shut down.

  Scarlett had intervened yet again, and Mike had left huffing and puffing like the proverbial wolf in sheep’s clothing. He had ignored Laura’s offer of an olive branch and had refused to attend her collaring ceremony—the only cloud on an otherwise perfect day.

  They’d reached the front of the stage and Laura plastered a smile on her face, but she should have known that Slade would see straight through that.

  “Petal? What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing, Sir.”

  “Petal.”

  Her insides twisted at the hint of disapproval in that one word, and she wanted the ground to swallow her up. Scarlett sat up straighter in the chair she had sunk into at their arrival, and eyes drawn together in a frown she, too, studied Laura. Pedro, who made up the third part of their little group today, dropped his chair legs down on the floor and joined in the general let’s study the sub as though she’s an interesting specimen of sea algae convention of undivided Dom attention.

  Laura’s breath hitched when Slade ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. Instead of teasing her slit, however, he pinched the delicate skin of her inner thigh hard enough to leave bruises.

  “Eyes on me, petal, and I expect you to tell me what is bothering you. You’re wet,” he smirked and brought his glistening fingers up to his lips to taste. “So, I know you’re not objecting to being here. What thoughts are swirling around in that pretty head of yours?”

  “Maybe you need to take some time out to show your pretty sub who’s boss, mi amigo. Or I can do it for you, if you need to bid at the auction…” Pedro’s amused tones sent shivers up her spine and she sunk to the floor in front of Slade and hugged his knee in a white-knuckled grasp. Pedro still frightened her a little, and she frantically shook her head.

  “Stop scaring Master Slade’s sub, Pedro.” Scarlett sounded annoyed and Pedro laughed.

  “Ah, but that is my specialty after all. Can’t let you have all the fun, Scarlett.” He picked up the auction sheet and that smirk of his deepened as he whistled through his teeth. “Dios, what an interesting line up. I will have to bid for slave number three.”

  Laura squirmed some more as the Spaniard’s heavy-lidded gaze rested on her, and Scarlett punched him on the arm.

  “Stop it. You know that’s a surprise.”

  Pedro’s answering laugh could only be described as pure evil, and Laura scooted even closer to Slade’s leg. He put his hand on her neck and left it there in a reassuring grasp that calmed her heart beat. This was Slade. She was his and whatever happened tonight, she knew he would only push her as far as she could take it. No one would touch her without his permission. There really was no need to be so anxious.

  “Sir, permission to speak?” she asked, and Slade’s hand on her neck tightened.

  “You have it, petal. This isn’t a high protocol evening.” He shifted and cupped her chin to make her look up at him. Concern marred his amber eyes to such a degree that her worries fled. “Tell me what has you all in such a skitter tonight.”

  “Nothing, Sir. It’s just, why are we here? Do you intend on bidding on someone? And if so, why?”

  His eyes narrowed and the grip on her chin grew painful.

  “No, I do not intend on bidding, but I think you will enjoy watching this auction for reasons that will soon become clear. That’s not all though, is it? You had the same look when I told you why we’re holding this auction tonight.”

  “No, Sir, and I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. I just wish things were different. He’s so angry, that’s all, and I’m so happy, I want him to be happy too. He’s my brother after all.”

  Wordlessly Slade pulled her on his lap and kissed her. Hand buried in her hair he tilted her head to give him better access, and claimed her mouth in such a heated attack of possession that the rest of the room faded away, and she simply responded to him. By the time he finally released her Laura was a panting mess of needy feminine hormones and ready to fuck him right there, right now, and to hell with whom would see.

  His chuckle was joined by Pedro’s belly laugh and Scarlett, too, looked rather amused when Laura glanced across at her.

  “You have a rather unique way of punishing her amigo, I give you that.”

  The loudspeaker announcement, that the auction was about to start stopped any further conversation and Slade’s arms tightened around her when she tried to slide back on the floor.

  “Where do you think you’re going, petal? I want you right here.”

  His hand settled high on her thigh, perilously close to her throbbing pussy and a renewed gush of moisture trickled out of her and onto his digits.

  He nuzzled her neck and Laura shut her eyes and simply snuggled into his embrace.

  The tension in Slade’s big body surrounding her, alerted her to the change seconds before the announcement.

  “Slave lot number three tonight is brass.”

  Pedro hooted with laughter at that, and Scarlett choked on her drink.

  “Oh, now that is priceless. I bet he didn’t pick that name himself, did he?”

  The rest of the announcement describing this slave’s attributes passed over Laura’s head, because there on the stage, wearing nothing but a lace up leather thong that barely contained his bits and bobs, was her brother.

  All six feet of his overbearing muscle, and just like the last time she’d seen him he glared straight at her. He certainly didn’t look too pleased to be standing there. Hands chained behind his back, shoulders back, legs spread he presented as he ought to, barring the positively mutinous expression on his face. According to club rules, he had to be here of his own free will, but…

  “Sir, why on earth is Mike in this auction?”

  Whatever Slade murmured in response was lost in Pedro shouting out his first bid, and Mike—no, brass—visibly paled. Blood rushed in Laura’s ears and the room spun as more male voices joined in the bids.

  No, not her straight-as-a-die brother. Slade wouldn’t allow this, surely? And what about Scarlett? She looked from one to the other, as the bids kept coming. Slade simply smiled at her and Scarlett sipped her drink and feigned nonchalance. Only the rapid staccato of her pointed stiletto boot gave away her agitation.

  “Sir, please. Do something. You can’t let Pedro win my brother.”

  Slade’s smile in answer didn’t reach his eyes. He simply kissed her nose and shook his head.

  “He needs to be taken down a peg or two, and he has signed up for this. It’s only what he deserves, petal.”

  Just before the hammer went down, a last bid came in. The cool collected fe
male voice made her brother’s head swing round, and what little color he did have left drained out of his face. It seemed the lost blood all collected in his groin, because there was no mistaken the heavy erection he was now sporting.

  Pedro threw his hands up to signal his departure from the bidding and the hammer went down one final time.

  Laura almost felt sorry for brass. He’d just been sold to the most feared Mistress in Club Spectrum.

  Heaven help them all.

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris…at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

  There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

  She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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