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  The Spectrum Auctions 1

  Auctioned to the Honorable Dom

  A drunken dare sees Laura Anderson sign up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a real Dom is just what she needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas, the only man she's ever loved. The man who left her standing at her parent's grave, and fled the country without an explanation.

  Fifteen years her senior, Slade had thought her too fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he made a promise to her brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk away, especially as Laura is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into a beautiful woman, willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their chemistry cannot be denied.

  As he explores her boundaries and pushes her further than she has ever been taken before, Laura flies, but their painful past may prove one obstacle too many.

  There's only one thing Slade can do…

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Older H/h

  Length: 22,359 words

  AUCTIONED TO THE HONORABLE DOM

  The Spectrum Auctions 1

  Doris O’Connor

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  AUCTIONED TO THE HONORABLE DOM

  Copyright © 2013 by Doris O’Connor

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  DEDICATION

  To Sir

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  About the Author

  AUCTIONED TO THE HONORABLE DOM

  The Spectrum Auctions 1

  DORIS O’CONNOR

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  “Seriously, I tell you, they do auctions in that place. Honest to goodness auctions, and you never know who you’re going to get, but the Doms are hot as sin.”

  Laura smirked at her outrageous friend and downed another shot of tequila in one go. The fiery liquid burned her gullet and she wheezed her reply.

  “They always say that, and then you end up with some old codger who can’t do anything without his Viagra, like the last one of these so-called play parties you dragged me to.” They howled in laughter, remembering that night. It had been memorable for all the wrong reasons, and Laura had ended up climbing out of a first floor window onto a low roof to get away from Mister Creepy personified. It hadn’t been funny at the time, but they could laugh about it now.

  “Ah, but this is different. It’s not some random party. Spectrum is exclusive and it’s all above board, and they’re always looking for new girls. You can only get in once you’ve passed all their tests. And like I said, the men are to die for, truly. I’ve only been there once when I stood in for my friend at the bar, but fuck me, I still get wet just thinking about them.”

  Laura rolled her eyes.

  “That doesn’t mean much, now does it? You’ll get wet for anyone with a working cock.” Instead of taking offence Jennifer howled with laughter.

  “True, but I dare you to sign up. Double dare you with chocolate sprinkles on top.”

  * * * *

  That night of drunken fun seemed a long time ago now. With her hands chained behind her back, and wearing nothing but a thong, Laura waited backstage for her turn. A dozen young women had gone out before her, and Laura’s nerves were shot to pieces. She wanted this, she really did, yet she could not shake off the ants crawling over her skin. From the first contact she’d had with Mistress Scarlett, who was responsible for organizing these auctions, she’d been impressed with the set up. From the thorough medical tests to the numerous questionnaires and psyche assessment down to the confidentiality agreement she had to sign, nothing had been left to chance. Laura knew she was as safe as she could be. It was certainly a darn side safer than if she’d picked up some guy in a bar. That was her usual modus operandi, when she had to scratch an itch. Yet still, she was a bundle of quivering anticipation.

  Maybe this got easier, the more you did it? She was the only newbie tonight and as such had been left to last.

  “Hmm, the single Doms will go loopy over you, petal. Yes, that name suits you.” Mistress Scarlett had regarded her from under hooded eyelids, and Laura had dropped her gaze to the floor hastily.

  “Single Doms?”

  Mistress Scarlett’s laugh had skittered across her nerve endings and she’d used the handle of her whip under Laura’s chin to tilt Laura’s head up. Her feline eyes had seemed to look straight into her soul and Laura had had a devil of a job not
to squirm. She didn’t do girls, but she reckoned she would make an exception for this Domme. The catsuit she wore clung to her lithe frame, and Laura couldn’t tear her gaze away from the end of the zip dangling right between her legs.

  “Yes, petal.”

  “But—” One look from Mistress Scarlett had frozen the protest on Laura’s tongue. She wasn’t here to find herself a Dom of her own. She was here for some fun and to live out some of her deepest fantasies, that was all, but she’d thought it wisest to keep those thoughts to herself. One simply did not cross Mistress Scarlett.

  The click clack of the Domme’s heels brought Laura back to the here and now. The chains rattled and tightened around her wrists as Mistress Scarlett tugged her along.

  “Come along, girl. It’s your turn. Eyes down, shoulders back, and present when told.” She stepped close enough for the heat of her skin to brand Laura’s exposed back, and she could hear the smile in the other woman’s voice. “And enjoy. No one here will bite, unless you want them to, of course.”

  One hand between Laura’s shoulder blades she pushed her forward and into the bright glare of the stage lights. Laura stumbled in her high heels and would have fallen if one large masculine hand hadn’t closed around her arm and yanked her upward. The man’s face was in the shadows but there was something oddly familiar about the set of those broad shoulders, straining the expensive shirt he wore. Just as quickly as he’d grabbed her, he released her, leaving tingles of awareness behind where his long fingers had dug into her flesh. Laura risked a peek at him, but she only got a vague impression of full lips turned down in a scowl, on top of a masculine chin covered in designer stubble.

  Disapproval radiated off this familiar stranger in palpable waves and Laura bit her tongue to stop herself from blurting out the question bubbling in her throat.

  What was his problem? And where did she know him from? Even his cologne was achingly familiar—a potent reminder of the one man she could never have. The one man who only ever looked at her as the kid sister he never had.

  Laura rolled her eyes in disgust at her maudlin thoughts and concentrated on negotiating the steep stairs instead. Slade Douglas would never attend a slave auction at a BDSM club. And besides her brother’s best friend wasn’t even in the country. Last she’d heard he had been made partner at the law firm of Johnson and Sons in New York, and no doubt he had a bevy of willing and able females to grace his arm. He would not need to go hunting for a submissive, regardless of how exclusive the club was.

  As always when she thought of her teenage crush, sadness enveloped Laura like a shroud. Slade had been her first and one could say only love. Not that he knew that, and she would die of embarrassment if he ever found out. Fifteen years her senior, he’d only ever seen her as Michael’s kid sister. He’d gotten her out of more scrapes than she cared to remember, always polite, never crossing the line she had so desperately wanted him to cross.

  “Spread your legs wider, girl, and face the wall.”

  Mistress Scarlett’s sharp tones pulled Laura back to the present. The auction had started and she’d better pay attention. She didn’t want to start her scene with the Dom who purchased her with a punishment.

  * * * *

  He had to be seeing things. The young woman presenting so beautifully on stage could not be Michael’s little sister. Granted he hadn’t seen her for several years—five in fact—shit has it really been that long?—but what the fuck was she doing here?

  He glanced at her details on the auction page and swore under his breath. Petal, as she called herself, claimed to be new to the lifestyle and open to experimentation. The only hard limits listed were needle, water, and breath play, and Slade screwed up the sheet of paper in disgust.

  Petal was a sadist’s dream and sure enough several of the more hard-core players were already engaged in a bidding war. Pedro seemed particularly interested. Slade liked the man and respected his skill, but having witnessed his scenes many a time, the thought of Laura in the Spaniard’s hands turned his stomach.

  Against his will, Slade’s cock hardened as petal followed Mistress Scarlett’s instructions with only the slightest hint of hesitation.

  When she turned to face the crowd, he willed her to look up. She did so briefly, her eyes widening in recognition as they settled on him, before she hastily dropped her gaze back to the floor. Slade did not miss the blush spreading across her skin, or the way her pert little breasts quivered with each shuddering intake of breath. In the glare of the stage lights the rapidly spreading dampness of the thong covering her slit was visible to all, and Slade bit back his own groan, as he grew hard as nails.

  When had the gangly teenager he remembered grown into this beautiful, young woman? With her long blonde tresses tumbling halfway down her back, arms restrained behind her ass, and feet spread wide, not an inch of her was not open to his gaze, and that of all the other men frequenting the auction.

  “We have £2,000 for the lovely petal.” Mistress Scarlett’s sharp tones cut through the befuddled excuse of a brain seeing Laura here had left him with. “Do we get any more for this lovely new sub?”

  “£10,000!” The bid left Slade’s mouth without any conscious effort on his part and the room went quiet. Scarlett laughed and Laura—no, not Laura, he had to think of her as petal, or he would not be able to go through with this—petal looked up in shock.

  “Do we have any more on the £10,000 from Master Slade? Anyone?”

  Slade shot Pedro a warning glance, and the older Dom simply smiled and inclined his head.

  “Sold for £10,000. Come and claim your new slave, Master Slade.”

  Petal’s loud gasp rung in his ears, and Slade covered the distance to the stage in record time. Scarlett handed him the end of the chains wrapped around petal’s slender wrist and he took them with a grim smile.

  “Hope she’s worth it, Slade.” Scarlett winked at him and he pulled the chain with more force than was strictly necessary.

  “Follow me, petal!”

  He yanked at the chain coiled around his hands and dragged petal away from prying eyes. The rapid click clack of her heels told him she was having a hard time keeping up with him, but he kept going nonetheless. Anything to get her away from prying eyes—anything to cool his temper, bubbling away under the surface, threatening to break his self-control. He didn’t know whether he wanted to whip that ass or fuck it, and either one was unacceptable. She was Michael’s little sister, for fuck’s sake.

  He stopped outside the room reserved for him and punched in the required key code. Petal’s little panting breaths just below his neck made him groan, and she dug her heels in when the door swung open to the playroom.

  “Slade, I…”

  He used his superior bulk to crowd her against the wall, and her expressive green eyes widened, when he wrapped the hand not holding the chains around her neck. He squeezed just once and then slid his hand up and over her mouth.

  “That’s Master Slade or Sir to you, slave, and I did not give you permission to talk.”

  She blinked and he stepped away from her.

  “Not a word from you, or so help me, I’ll forget who you really are, and show you what you’ve signed up for. Now get your ass in there and present in the middle of the room.”

  Much to his surprise and silent delight she complied immediately, and his cock hardened to the point of pain watching the poetry in motion that was her milky white ass cheeks. Separated by the pearls of her thong, they called him, and his hands itched to redden the perfect skin.

  What had happened to the girl he’d last seen at her parents’ funeral, eyes red rimmed with tears as she’d cried into his shoulder? He’d been aware of her frail femininity then, much more so than he should have been, and he’d distanced himself at her brother’s request.

  “She’s too young for you and she’s built you into this hero in her eyes. Leave her alone, Slade.”

  He knew he’d hurt Laura with his actions, but she had been barely eighte
en then, far too young and inexperienced for his tastes. He’d kept an eye on her from a distance for a while, and last he’d heard she was about to become engaged. So what had happened in the intervening years? What had driven her to this place, and more importantly would his balls still be attached to his body, once Michael found out that he had just bought his sister.

  Chapter Two

  Laura knelt on the floor as gracefully as she could, mindful of Slade’s hot gaze burning a trail of awareness across her naked skin.

  This was not a Slade she recognized. Gone was the easygoing guy she remembered, and in his place was a man who set her insides alight with just one look. Even his voice was different—deeper, with an indefinable edge of command that made Laura want to submit to his every whim. When he had crowded her against the wall outside the playroom she hadn’t dared breathe, so intense had the moment been. He seemed pissed as hell, and her stomach hollowed out with anticipation of his next move. Unlike the asshole she had been engaged to, Slade’s dominance did not frighten her. Just the opposite, in fact. If she got any wetter she would leave a puddle on the stone floor. Already she could feel the evidence of her arousal sliding down the inside of her thigh, her pearl thong so soaked that it provided no barrier to the wetness leaving her pussy. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen, the nipples hard little buds of wanton need that he was sure to see, and he hadn’t even touched her.

  She kept her gaze on the floor, as he circled her slowly. Like a predator observing his prey he kept her on edge with his silent regard and she bit her lip when his booted legs stopped right in front of her.