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  The Spectrum Auctions 4

  Auctioned to the Protective Dom

  It’s a Dom’s job to protect his girl.

  No one believes that more than Jonas Sorenson. So when he sees the shy little sub he has been trying to get close to for ages up for auction on the Club Spectrum stage, there’s only one Dom who will get her—him.

  Rissa Nauenburg hates being the center of attention, so being on show in the auction proves too much for her. Caught in the middle of a panic attack, she has no time to appreciate the fact the one Dom she has been secretively lusting after for ages has won her.

  Her distress makes Jonas more determined to protect her. It’s perfectly obvious to Jonas that someone in her past has hurt Rissa badly. Under the terms of the auction she is his for twenty four hours at least.

  It's game on to rebuild Rissa’s confidence and Jonas plays for keeps.

  All Rissa has to do is let him…

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 59,108 words

  AUCTIONED TO THE PROTECTIVE DOM

  The Spectrum Auctions 4

  Doris O'Connor

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  AUCTIONED TO THE PROTECTIVE DOM

  Copyright © 2015 by Doris O'Connor

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  Big thanks to all you lovely readers who waited so patiently for this next instalment of the Spectrum Auctions.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  AUCTIONED TO THE PROTECTIVE DOM

  The Spectrum Auctions 4

  DORIS O'CONNOR

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  Rissa blinked in the glare of the stage lights and willed her breathing to slow down. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

  She’d reiterated that mantra in her head, ever since Mistress Scarlett had wrenched Rissa’s reluctant agreement to make up the numbers in this auction. It ceased to work, as the auctioneer announced her attributes to the crowded club—the extremely crowded club. Rissa couldn’t breathe under the imagined weight of their stares. There were so many of them, and she hated being the center of attention. Good cause or not, she couldn’t do this.

  She opened her mouth to scream red, but nothing but a strangled whisper came out. The sound was completely drowned out by the male voices bidding for her, and Rissa’s chest closed up. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and while inside she was screaming so loud her head hurt, she couldn’t force the words past the lump in her throat. Screwing her eyes shut against the glare, she concentrated on just getting oxygen into her lungs somehow, as the roaring in her ears increased and spots danced behind her closed eyelids. Her fingernails dug into her skin in her frantic attempt to get the chains off her wrists, but they held fast, and pain shot up her arms. Her lungs burned with the need for oxygen, and her heartbeat went into overdrive, until the hammer going down registered.

  “Sold to Master Jonas. Come up and claim your slave.”

  Her heart stopped at the realization who’d won her, not that she could contemplate what that meant right now. Not when her legs gave way, and she would have fallen to the floor had an arm of steel not snuck round her waist and yanked her up against an equally hard, masculine frame.

  Master Jonas’s muttered curse rung in her ears, and the world tilted anew when he picked her clean up off the floor.

  “Get those fucking chains off of her now. Can’t you see she’s struggling?” The fury behind those few words caused her stomach to churn in fear, even as something tugged at her wrists and the chains fell away. Freed of their restraints, Rissa’s arms flailed wildly and she cringed when she made contact with soft flesh.

  “Ouch, control your sub, Jonas.”

  Mistress Scarlett’s voice carried even through the roaring in her ears, and tiny pinpricks of pain dug into her chin as the woman grasped her face. Rissa knew she ought to open her eyes, do or say something, but her body didn’t seem to want to follow the commands of her befuddled brain.

  “Get off her, Scarlett, I’ve got t
his. What the fuck is she doing up here? She clearly didn’t want to be.” Jonas’s hold on Rissa tightened when she struggled against him, and the cool hand on her chin was replaced by the feel of his designer scruff, as he ran his jaw along hers, and his hot breath ghosted across her skin.

  “Easy there, baby girl. I’ve got you. Breathe with me. In…out…that’s it. Let it all go. No one is going to touch you. You’re safe.”

  He kept up the soothing flow of words, as he started to move, and Rissa’s frantic breathing gradually slowed in tune to his steady rhythm. The sounds of the busy club faded away until it was just his heavy footsteps she could hear, and the sound of a door opening and shutting behind them, before Jonas sat down with her on his lap. He pulled his suit jacket around her, further engulfing her in his spicy, masculine scent, and she snuggled into his chest as much as she could.

  “That’s my girl. You just relax now. It’s just us, min sköna.”

  Her heart skipped a beat at his murmured words, especially when he lapsed into Swedish. She couldn’t understand a word he was saying to her, but she did know that she could listen to the low, gravelly timbre of his voice all day. This was Jonas in full aftercare mode. She’d seen him like this often enough in the club, with some lucky sub draped all over him after a scene. Never in a million years would she have thought to be the one on his lap. With that realization came the suffocating weight of her guilt.

  She had done nothing to deserve his care, after all. Instead she had freaked out completely, after agreeing to be in the auction, and he’d no doubt paid a small fortune for her. She’d been too caught up in her mini freak-out to register how much he’d bought her for. That thought made her breathing speed up again, and she struggled against his hold.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. Please, I’m okay now. You can let me go.”

  His biceps tensed around her, and after a moment’s hesitation he let her go. Rissa scrambled off his lap, and she gasped when she realized where they were. The themed playroom, designed for age play, held none of the horrors she’d come to associate with the dungeons, and she grasped one of the huge teddies to herself to cover up her half naked state. Try as she might she couldn’t bring herself to look at Jonas. Lord only knew what he must think of her. Bereft of his body heat, she shivered, and before she could draw another far from steady breath into her lungs, Jonas had shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped it around her shoulders.

  “Here, you look half frozen, and a man could get jealous of the way you’re clutching that teddy. Will I receive the same treatment if I dress up like a plush toy?” He gently cupped her chin until she had no choice but to look up at him.

  The concern she read in his intense blue gaze sent shivers down her spine, and her world tilted anew when he winked at her.

  “I’m joking, baby girl, relax a little.”

  He sighed when she simply stared at him, and tugged the teddy out of her arms.

  Rissa wrapped the ends of his jacket around herself instead, and her eyes widened when Jonas lifted the teddy to his ear, as though he was listening to him.

  What in the world was he doing?

  “What’s that, you say?” He winked at Rissa again, as he pretended to listen to the toy, and despite the last remnants of her panic attack still clawing at her psyche, Rissa’s lips twitched into an unwilling smile.

  “Oh yes, I quite agree. She’s very beautiful. Even more so when she smiles. I agree.” The look he threw her chased away her shivers, and heated awareness of Jonas the man took over. They were on their own, after all, and by the terms of the auction she was his to do with as he pleased for twenty four hours. Had it been any other dominant, Rissa would have screamed red already and consequences be damned, but this was Master Jonas.

  Rissa had been silently lusting after him, ever since she’d first caught sight of the incredibly tall, blond Dom, when she started working at the club several months ago now. While she hadn’t managed to bring herself to act on that attraction, her Jonas induced erotic fantasies had caused her many a sleepless night, and had been a very welcome distraction from the rest of her miserable life. That had all spiraled out of control, but, at least, here at the club, she could hold onto her dignity, drink in the atmosphere, and not let anyone come too close—until now.

  “Yes, I do wonder what she’s thinking about that makes her frown like that, teddy. We should probably take her out of her head for a bit, shouldn’t we?”

  An ice-cold fist wrapped itself around Rissa’s chest and before she could stop it the word needed to end all this, and no doubt ensure that Jonas would never look at her again, burst forth.

  “Red.”

  Risa sensed rather than saw Jonas tense, and the teddy he’d been holding flew across the room. What sounded suspiciously like a string of Swedish swear words broke the quietness of the room, and Rissa flinched when he stepped right into her personal space, and yanked her to him by the lapels of his suit jacket.

  “Damn it, look at me, girl. At least give me that courtesy.” The disappointment in his voice hurt far more than anything, and Rissa swallowed hard. She was not going to cry, she wasn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him either, however, so she shook her head instead.

  As quickly as he’d pulled her to him, he released her, and Rissa stumbled. A hand under her elbow steadied her, and she murmured her thanks, not sure he’d heard her, as he strode to the door, and yanked it open.

  “You’ve used your safeword, so you’re free to go. I’ll make sure you get off the premises alright, and once you are you might want to stay away from Mistress Scarlett for a while. She’ll be livid, no doubt.”

  The thought of incurring Mistress Scarlett’s displeasure made her miss a step, and for the second time that evening, Jonas gathered her up in his arms.

  “Jesus, girl, I have no idea what’s going on with you, but you’ll do yourself an injury. Let me carry you. I’m assuming that’s not going to cause you to scream red, is it?”

  He paused in the doorway, and Rissa forced herself to look up at him. She was so close that she could see the flecks of green in what she’d thought to be his entirely blue eyes. They chased across his irises like storm clouds across a summer’s sky, and his irritated gaze softened when she blinked away fresh tears.

  “I’m sorry, Sir, it’s not you. I just can’t do….this.” The last word came out as nothing more than a whisper, and Jonas’s jaw tightened. He looked as though he was going to say something, but then thought better of it, and instead, started moving. Rissa flinched anew when he carried her straight across the main play area, and her heart threatened to burst through her chest bone, when she saw Mistress Scarlett frown and make a bee line straight for them.

  “Is there a problem, Jonas?” she asked, and the look she threw at Rissa made her want to curl up in a corner and never come back out again. Oh, she was pissed off. She’d done it now. No doubt, this would get her membership revoked and she could kiss her job goodbye, too.

  “No problem at all, Scarlett. I’ve just decided to take my toy home with me, that’s all. You’re in my way. So, move.”

  Rissa tensed and Scarlett pursed her lips, while tapping the end of the crop she held in her hand against her stiletto boots.

  “Your toy?” Scarlett asked. “You haven’t been gone long enough to have done anything, so why can’t she walk?” Scarlett’s eyebrows rose, and Rissa didn’t know where to look, when Jonas shrugged his shoulders.

  “I like her right here, and this is none of your business, Scarlett, so get out of my damn way. I have plans for Rissa that don’t involve this club, and the shambles of an auction you’ve put her through.”

  “I knew it. What’s she done? If she’s negated on her agreement, you’re due a refund, and—”

  “Did I say that?” The ice in Jonas’s usually so warm voice as he interrupted Scarlett meant a hush settled on that part of the club. In the blink of an eye, Master Slade was next to them.

  “Is there a problem here?” T
he owner of the club cupped Rissa’s chin to study her, and the compassion in his amber gaze meant she had to blink away tears again. Damn it, why was she being so overly emotional? “Are you okay there, Rissa?” he asked.

  “Ye-es, Sir.” Rissa grimaced at that strangled croak, and Jonas’s hold on her grew painful.

  “Like I told Scarlett, she’s fine. I’m taking her home. Last time I checked that was still within the terms of the auction, so call off your damn watchdog, Slade, before I tell her what I really think of this damn auction of hers.”

  Rissa gasped at the sheer fury behind those words, and Scarlett looked about ready to use that crop on Jonas, but a shake of the head from Slade stopped her.

  “I’m sure we can discuss this like reasonable human beings, and if there was a problem then we’ll want to address it, of course. However, Rissa here looks beat, so taking her home is no doubt the sensible thing to do. Put her down, Jonas, and that will appease Scarlett’s concerns about the girls’ welfare.” He smiled at Rissa, and then turned to address a frowning Scarlett.

  “That is your concern, right? I saw what happened onstage. It was obvious that Rissa didn’t want to be there, so I shall have questions of my own regarding this, but they can wait.”

  Scarlett opened and shut her mouth in a grim line, and Rissa really didn’t want to leave the safety of Jonas’s arms. Not that she had a choice in the matter, as her bare feet connected with the floor, and she automatically locked her knees to stop them from knocking together.

  “Thank you, Jonas,” Slade said, and Rissa felt the withdrawal of Jonas’s protection as though he’d slapped her. This is what she wanted, wasn’t it? So why then did she feel totally bereft? She tried to shrug out of his jacket, but his shake of the head stopped her.