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  The Spectrum Auctions 5

  Auctioned to the Gentle Dom

  Logan Festher never attends the auctions at Club Spectrum, but what’s a Dom to do when the day is just too painful to spend on his own. Besides, he promised his late wife not to mope on her birthdays. What he didn’t expect was to find the young girl Elena had been so fond of on the auction stage.

  He can’t let Lindsey go through with this. Her deception ends tonight, and he will get to the bottom of her odd behavior once and for all.

  Lindsey Callan-Brennan has nowhere to hide when Logan wins her for the night. The man she has been secretively in love with for years might be a gentle Dom, but tonight he is all business. Without her disguise Lindsey feels exposed, vulnerable, and above all ugly.

  She is damaged goods and Logan’s insistence on helping her can only end in heartache for them both. Anything else is the stuff of dreams, surely…

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 75,084 words

  AUCTIONED TO

  THE GENTLE DOM

  The Spectrum Auctions 5

  Doris O'Connor

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  AUCTIONED TO THE GENTLE DOM

  Copyright © 2016 by Doris O'Connor

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  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

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  AUCTIONED TO

  THE GENTLE DOM

  The Spectrum Auctions 5

  DORIS O'CONNOR

  Copyright © 2016

  Chapter One

  Nothing made a man feel lonelier—or hornier, for that matter—than being surrounded by happy D/s couples at Club Spectrum when an auction was in progress. Logan grimaced at the noises coming from his right. Pedro and his sub Peyton were laying on quite a show tonight. Lord only knew what the sassy brunette had done this time to cause this inventive punishment, and in truth, Logan didn’t much care, but fuck, it hurt.

  He stopped himself from touching his ring finger where, until very recently, his wedding ring had remained. In truth, he felt naked without it, but he could hardly re-enter the scene while still carrying such a visible mark of all that he had lost. Besides, this way, he didn’t have to deal with the pitying looks when folks realized he was a widower.

  Such a noxious word that really didn’t encompass the devastation left behind by the loss, one that he still felt every day. Today more so than most, because it would have been Elena’s birthday, and was the sole reason he was here at the club on auction night.

  He had no intention of bidding on anyone, but he needed the distraction, and he had promised Elena that he would not mope on her birthdays.

  “Please, Sir, you need to let me go. Find happiness again after I’m gone. It won’t be what we had, but that’s okay. Please, promise me.”

  Clearing his throat, he reached across the table and drained half the bottle of beer in one go. One bottle was his limit, as he was on call tonight. Was every night, truth be told, ‘cause, really, what else was there for him but work? The animals he cared for in his veterinary practice had been the only thing stopping him from spiraling down into the depths of despair, from the minute Elena had received the damning diagnosis.

  Stage four breast cancer…

  Pedro reached his peak and finally allowed Peyton her own release. It shook Logan out of his dark thoughts, and he offered Rissa a grim smile. Curled around Master Jonas’s legs, she looked a tad embarrassed at the display happening next to her. His newly acquired vet nurse had come into her own at the surgery, when she was working. In truth, she had come a long way since that fateful night she’d rung him in distress about Jonas’s hellhound, but here, at the club, she could still revert to her shy self. It brought out his protective instincts, and not for the first time, Logan quietly admitted to himself that Jonas was a lucky guy.

  Had he not been on the scene, Logan might have been tempted to take Rissa on himself.

  “Next up for auction,
the delectable Lindsey.”

  Master Nolan’s announcement rang through loud and clear. Logan swore, and clenched his fists on his thighs, as he leaned forward better to see her. What the fuck was she playing at now? It had been enough of a disconcerting shock to find her here at the club and in disguise. Not that Logan could be one-hundred-percent sure the Lindsey he remembered and the heavily made-up blonde blinking in the illuminating lights on stage were one and the same. Besides, it wasn’t really any of his business, but this…

  Hell, no!

  At least the silly girl had the decency to look shocked when she spotted him. In any other circumstances he would have found her reaction amusing, but his sense of humor would appear to have taken a definite leave of absence tonight. Maybe it was just because of the day it was, but his fingers positively itched to put Lindsey over his knee and paddle that behind of hers until she told him the truth, which no doubt meant he should get up and walk away, but he found his ass cemented to the seat, especially as the bidding started.

  Without even questioning his motives, he reached across to the little stack of cards which held each slave’s list of limits, and scanning down hers made him see red.

  She was an open book, and what the fuck was up with this blatant invitation for sexual contact? While sex could and frequently did enter into the negotiations, especially in these auctions, the subs who agreed to be auctioned weren’t normally so in-your-face about it.

  It didn’t fit with what he’d ascertained about her since becoming a member at this club. Lindsey was what was commonly known as a prick-tease. She had the reputation of being loud, brash, and a flirt, but none of the gentle enquiries he had made suggested that she ever let any of the many Doms she had scened with touch her in a sexual way. The other way around, sure. She was well known for her talented mouth, and his cock twitched in his pants at the thought.

  The wave of guilt that immediately followed that bodily reaction made his mood darken further. He was getting too old for this shit, but he couldn’t let Lindsey do this. Elena would have made him intervene had she been here. His wife had been very fond of young Lindsey, and she would turn over in her grave if what he was fast suspecting to be happening here was the truth.

  Fuck!

  “Ah, the fair Lindsey. A good time guaranteed for anyone who bids on her.” Jonas’s assessment of the situation didn’t help his mood one iota, and he glared at the younger man. Jonas raised an eyebrow at his reaction, but lifted his hand in a conciliatory gesture that soothed Logan’s impulse to plant his fist in the other man’s face.

  “Or so I hear,” he added, and Logan shook his head.

  “I wish you wouldn’t talk about her like that.” Logan ground the words out through clenched teeth. Pedro smiled, seemingly amused at Logan’s reaction, while the other dominants around the table all exchanged a glance, one that Logan recognized and so did not appreciate. There would be hell to pay for his showing this obvious an interest in Lindsey, for sure.

  “I think Lindsey tries very hard to make us all think that.” Scarlett’s sub Mike added his thoughts to the mix, and Logan had to silently agree with the man’s assessment.

  “Five hundred pounds for her.”

  Scarlett whistled through her teeth, and Logan swore under his breath. The heavily accented voice belonged to Alexej, one of the newer Doms at the club. While the man had unsurpassed skills with the whip, he was also a hardcore sadist, one that made Pedro look tame, and there was no way he could let Lindsey fall into the hands of the Russian.

  Nolan, one of the oldest, most experienced Doms at the club, no doubt thinking only of driving up the proceeds for the auction’s beneficiaries—the local NICU was a very worthwhile cause, after all—smiled, and raised his hammer.

  “We have five hundred pounds for the delectable Lindsey here. Going once, going twice, going—”

  “Five thousand.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, and Logan was uncomfortably aware of the ensuing hush around him. After all, he never bid on anyone, and sure enough, a quick look around showed everyone to be staring at him as though he’d grown an extra head.

  Nolan cleared his throat and looked from Logan to Alexej as though he was trying to assess the situation, no doubt wondering if he could drive the bidding any higher. There was no way on earth that Russian was getting his hands on Lindsey, that was for sure. While Logan had no intention of paying as much as Slade had done for his Laura when she’d turned up for auction at the club—that night was the stuff of club legends, imparted to him over celebratory drinks, after he’d helped deliver the couple’s son—Logan would go as high as he needed to have the woman on stage.

  A quick glance at Lindsey showed her to be completely lacking of her usual bravado. Logan was fairly sure that she had gone as white as a sheet under all that god-awful make-up she’d caked on her skin tonight. Mouth open, she gaped at him in a stranded-goldfish impression while she frantically tugged on the chains on her wrists. The silly girl would hurt herself if she kept that up.

  “Right, we have five thousand pounds from Master Logan here. Any higher for this lovely slave?”

  Nolan looked expectantly between Alexej and him, and after what seemed liked forever but could have only been seconds, during which the Russian narrowed his eyes and glanced between Logan and Lindsey, the other man shook his head.

  Logan’s shoulders slumped in relief when the hammer fell.

  “Right, sold to Master Logan. Come and claim your slave.”

  Without paying any attention to the murmurs that started up, Logan left the table and, having signed his agreement to have the amount billed to his credit card, approached a trembling Lindsey.

  * * * *

  Oh, hell, no, not Logan. This night was turning into a nightmare of epic proportions. He wasn’t supposed to be here, dammit. Logan Festher was never at the auctions, so she should have been safe to do this. She damn well needed to do this, before it was all too late, and now…

  Oh, God, he looks murderous, and far too delicious, and…I’m so going to hell to even think of him like that.

  All conscious thought fled her befuddled brain when the man who had occupied far too many of her teenage dreams drew to a stop before her, so close that he was completely crowding her personal space, made breathing difficult, and caused every feminine molecule in her to sigh. He just smelled so damn good. He always had done, so much so that her thirteen-year-old self had snuck away in his room one night when her parents had been entertaining him and his wife, and liberated one of his bottles of after shave. She still had it somewhere, hidden in her clothes, and if Logan had noticed it missing, he’d never said anything.

  No doubt he hadn’t wanted the maid to get into trouble. That had been him all over, the perfect gentleman. Still was, from all she knew of him, and Logan Festher remained an obsession for her. Admittedly, lately it had been more of a case of trying her best to avoid him, lest he figure out who she really was and force her to confess to Mistress Scarlett. That wouldn’t end well.

  While Lindsey hadn’t lied on her application to join the staff at club Spectrum, she hadn’t exactly told the whole truth either. Neither Scarlett nor her co-owner Slade would appreciate that, she was sure. She didn’t even want to contemplate the punishment she would receive from each and every Dom she had inadvertently lied to, should the truth come out. Nothing was dealt with as severely at this club as a lying sub. It was one of the golden rules of conduct, after all. While her days at the club were numbered now anyway, she didn’t want to end them on such a negative. She would miss this place and the freedom it had afforded here enough, once…

  The sharp tug to her chains as Logan wrapped the end around his fist shook her out of her thoughts.

  “Right, girl, you and I…” He paused, nudged her chin up with his free hand to make her look at him, and smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes, and an involuntary shudder went down Lindsey’s spine at the quiet determination she saw in his blue gaze. To be th
is close to him, to have him this focused on her should have been the culmination of her dreams coming true, but this was all wrong. “We are getting to the truth tonight. Follow me.”

  Without checking to see her agreement—and really, why would he? By the terms of the auction she was his to do with as he pleased for the next twenty four hours—he strode off. The slack on her chains tightened, leaving Lindsey with no choice but to follow him. If she kept her head down, she wouldn’t have to see everyone’s smirks. No doubt they were having a right laugh at her expense. Her heart stuttered to a painful stop when they walked past Alexej’s table, because the man shot to his feet and started talking to Logan in low, hushed tones that she couldn’t catch.

  Whatever the Russian was saying to Logan, her Sir—for tonight, at least—didn’t seem to like, because he shook his head. Alexej laughed, ran his dark-eyed gaze all over her body in such a way that she became uncomfortably aware of how little she was wearing, and winked at her.

  “Another day, kroshka.”

  “Fuck off, Alexej.” Logan’s forceful reply sent a warm glow through her, while Alexej laughed and stepped out of the way.

  They encountered no one else during their fast departure from the main floor. Lindsey was rather grateful for her bare feet by the time they drew up outside one of the private playrooms and Logan tapped out the combination for the keypad, which would unlock the heavy door. He’d set such a rapid pace that she was slightly out of breath. She’d never have managed to keep up with him on her usual heels. A vivid image of his slinging her over his shoulder and dragging her back here, caveman-style, made a completely inappropriate giggle escape her, and Logan swung round to glare at her as the door swung open.