Auctioned to the Protective Dom [The Spectrum Auctions 4] (Siren Classic) Read online

  “Fuck it, Rissa. Last time I had you in a play room, you cried red, and I hadn’t even touched you. What’s changed? You can’t possibly be ready for this.”

  Instead of answering him, Rissa slid to her knees. It brought her head in line with his crotch, and acting on instinct and the need to touch him, she nuzzled into his groin.

  A hiss escaped Jonas and his cock jumped under her lips, when she kissed it through the fabric separating her from his dick. His spicy musk invaded her senses, and she ran her nose up and down the thick length of him and inhaled.

  “Fuck, stop, little one. Now.”

  Closing her eyes, she shook her head, not once breaking her contact with his cock, and that organ grew even harder. It gave her a secret thrill to know she affected him this much.

  “I said stop.” His voice took on that edge that stalled her in her tracks. His accent grew thicker, and when she looked up at him, he didn’t look happy. Far from it. Swallowing hard she sat back on her haunches. A surge of liquid heat soaked her underwear when she saw him reach up and unhook some of the rope. Jonas ran it through his hands, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the way it clung to his long fingers.

  “Please, Daddy.” The movement of the rope stopped, and groaning, Jonas adjusted himself. “I would like to try, at least a little.”

  Jonas cupped her chin. Rissa lost herself in the heated intensity of his gaze.

  “Very well, something simple to start then.” He paused at her brilliant smile in response, and her heart turned into a jackhammer again.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. Jonas nodded and smiled.

  “Don’t thank me yet, little one. The club safewords apply. You know what they are.”

  When she nodded, struggling to draw breath into her lungs, he frowned, and grasped her chin with the hand not holding the rope.

  “Relax, sweet girl. We don’t have to do this. You have nothing to prove here. I meant when I said we have all the time in the world to explore this side of our relationship. There is no rush, if you’re not ready.” Rissa shook her head in denial and Jonas stopped talking.

  “Is that what we’re having?” she asked. “A relationship?”

  Jonas sighed and much to her surprise sat down on the floor next to her. She realized with a start that they were sitting on a soft mat, not unlike the ones you would find at a gym. She hadn’t noticed before, too caught up in the rest of the room. That explained why the floor was so comfortable then. It was also so like Jonas to make sure the flooring underneath his rigging would be soft. If there was an unfortunate accident, the mats would cushion any fall and avert any serious injury. That realization blew away any leftover misgivings she might have had. His next words only confirmed that.

  “I would like to think we have the start of a relationship, little one. I don’t want just one night with you. I never did, and if you’d have given me the chance to get to know you at the club, this could have all evolved much more naturally. Not that I regret Scarlett putting you in that auction, even though I wanted to strangle her for doing so. No one was going to get you but me. You’re mine.” He stopped talking when she gasped. Warmth spread through her chest when he ran a hand through his hair in a rather agitated manner. Her heart gave several suspicious little lurches seeing him this unsure.

  “If you want to be, of course. I would never force you to do anything. I hope you know that, and despite of what I said earlier, you’re under no obligation to stay here.” He regarded her warily as he said that. “There is no need to work off anything, terms of the auction be fucked, and as much as I hate the thought of you living in that room, if you’d rather go back there, I’ll take you back.” He smiled grimly at her sharp intake of breath in response.

  “Of course you would force me to camp on your doorstep to keep an eye on you, and as I can’t leave Brutus overnight, he’d have to come with, and yeah…” His tense features relaxed slightly, when she couldn’t help but giggle at the mental images that sprang to her mind immediately.

  “Yeah, it wouldn’t be pretty, would it?” Jonas stretched his long legs out in front of him. When he held out his arms, Rissa wasted no time in snuggling in between them. With her back resting against his chest, his arms came around her to grasp her wrists.

  “Would you really do that for me?” she asked, and she felt him nod behind her.

  “Of course I would. It’s a Daddy’s job to protect his baby girl, is it not?”

  The softly delivered words brought tears to her eyes and she hastily blinked them away.

  “I used to think so, yes, and please don’t ask me to explain that. I can’t. I would much rather try the ropes, Daddy. Please?”

  She felt him tense before he expelled a breath and nudging her hair out of the way, nuzzled into her neck.

  “As you wish. Humor me and repeat your safe words to me though.”

  Rissa rolled her eyes, safe in the knowledge that he couldn’t see her do so, and did as he asked.

  “Green for all is well, yellow for stop a minute, and red for hell no. Satisfied now?” An amused chuckle was his response, before he took her hands and put them palm to palm.

  “Watch it, sass like that will earn you a spanking. Trust me, you have no idea how much my hands itch to turn that ass of yours red.” He laughed out loud at her moan in response. “Like that idea, I see. Well, carry on as you are, and that will happen sooner than later. Now, hold your hands like that. I’m going to fashion a simple arm restraint, and we’ll see how you do with that.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Excitement made her voice hoarse and she could hear the smile in his voice when he replied.

  “Good girl. I need to stand up for this, and I want you back on your knees.”

  Rissa hastily complied, and heart beating in her chest so hard she felt faint, she waited for his next move.

  Chapter Six

  Fuck him, if the sight of Rissa on her knees, hands clasped and held out in front of her waiting for his next move was not the hottest thing ever. Never in a million years would he have expected this to happen so soon, but he sure as fuck wasn’t going to argue. Beside he had no intention of pushing her too hard. He wanted her to enjoy this.

  “Shut your eyes, baby girl. I want you to be able to completely immerse yourself in the sensation of the rope on your skin.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Her immediate reply, though breathless, held perfect conviction and Jonas let himself slip a little deeper into the right head space for this.

  “Good girl. Now, like I said, this is just a simple tie around your arms for now. If that feels good we can try something else.” He wrapped the rope around her wrists as he spoke, loving the way her breathing sped up, as he tightened the slack, before tying the first knot.

  “The aim is to immobilize your arms without cutting off your blood supply or trapping any nerves. Tell me immediately if you get any tingling sensations, anything goes numb, or gets uncomfortable, let alone painful. This is very important, little one. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.”

  Again with the absolute conviction behind that breathy reply that meant he had to stop and adjust himself. Her head lifted as though she was trying to determine why he had stopped, but she kept her eyes closed for him.

  “Such a good girl. Just a few more ties. Hold your elbows apart so they feel comfortable and I’ll tie you into that distance.”

  He smiled at the frown of concentration on her face as she experimented, until she found a spot she seemed happy with. With a few well-practiced moves, Jonas completed the tie, until Rissa’s arms were locked in place. He tugged on the end of the rope, and his girl gasped.

  “Comfy there?”

  He grinned at her nod in answer.

  “Shall we try something else?”

  “Yes, please, Daddy.”

  “Up you come then.” Jonas tugged on the rope in his hand, and assisted her to her feet by grasping her elbows. When she was standing, he lifted he
r arms up high above her head, until he could tie her to the adjustable hook hanging from the ceiling.

  “Daddy?”

  “I’m here, baby girl, relax. If you could see yourself right now, all tied up for me to do as I please.” Jonas ran his hands up and down her arms slowly, satisfied to see her tense frame relax into the sensation of being supported by the ropes. He released her and stepped away. Her breathing sped up and she tilted her head, as he walked over to the sideboard where he kept his other toys. To judge her reaction, he took his time, opening and shutting drawers. She twisted this way and that, experimenting with how much give there was in the ropes securing her arms. Jonas smiled at the myriad of expressions that crossed her face. Panic, surprise, and finally acceptance.

  Taking a blindfold, his paramedic scissors, in case he had to cut her loose quickly, and a large feather, he stepped up behind her. He knew the minute she sensed him there, because she stiffened and spun around so fast she lost her footing.

  “Easy there, baby girl, it’s only me.” Grasping her hips he steadied her, and giving into the need to touch her, he brushed his lips over hers. Rissa opened to him with a soft gasp, and Jonas drank in the sweet, arousing, aroma that was all Rissa. Fisting his hands in her hair, he deepened the kiss, branding her mouth as his. Rissa met the bold advances of his tongue with dainty flicks of her own, which set Jonas’s blood to boiling point. His girl yanked on her restraint, causing the whole system to clang above them, and Jonas grinned, when she froze.

  Breaking the kiss he stepped away. Immediately she craned her neck upward to regard the pulley system with a healthy dose of suspicion, as though she expected it to crash down on her.

  “Relax, baby girl. That can hold the weight of three men my size. You’re not going anywhere, unless it’s up, because I winch you higher.” His grin deepened as her head swiveled to look at him with such a speed she was in danger of giving herself whiplash. “It makes a lot of noise, because I’ve left a lot of slack for you to move, baby girl, that’s all.”

  Rissa looked up again, then back at him, and frowned.

  “What do you mean?” she asked. Her eyes grew wide when he stepped back up to her and showed her the blindfold.

  “Let me put this on you to help you relax a bit, first, then I show you.” The pulse at the base of her throat jumped like an erratic flea, but she didn’t voice any objections when he slipped the silk tie over her head and fastened it.

  “Give me a color, sweet girl.”

  “Green.” He had to strain to hear her whispered reply, and she gasped when he yanked on the pulley system, tightening the slack on her arms. Her whole body instinctively went with it, until she stood on tiptoes breathing hard. Rissa jumped when he stepped up behind her, and gently tugged her back down until her feet were flat on the ground.

  “You can still stand. Relax, little one. Drop those shoulders, too. I don’t want you to get cramp.” Running his hands slowly up and down each arm, he pushed down on her shoulders, until she relaxed into a more natural position, and he chuckled when she blew out a breath.

  “That’s my girl.”

  Jonas pulled the hem of her t-shirt up, exposing smooth, pale skin. A shiver went through her frame. Goose bumps popped on her skin as he greeted each new exposed bit of skin with soft, open mouthed kisses. By the time he’d worked his way up to her shoulders, and pulled the material of her shirt over her head, securing the fabric with yet more rope to keep it out of the way, she was pushing her delectable ass into his lower abdomen.

  “Careful there, girl, you keep that up, and I’ll be forced to take you up on that invitation.” To prove his point, he lifted her up by her hips, until she was the right height for him to rub his rock-hard dick into her denim-clad ass. They both groaned in unison, and Jonas slowly slid her back down until her feet touched the ground.

  “Please…”

  Picking up the large feather, he used it to tickle up and down the graceful curve of her spine. Jonas grinned when his girl jumped and shrieked. She tried to twist away from the sensation, but there wasn’t enough slack to allow her to do so, especially once Jonas pulled her up a little bit higher. She went on tiptoes again, and jumped when he pinged her bra strap.

  “You’ll take this for me, little one, won’t you?”

  Circling her slowly while keeping up the slight pressure across her exposed skin, he trailed the feather over her waist and into her belly button, leaving his girl panting. The sweet scent of her arousal filled the air. Jonas abandoned the feather, and using his hands instead, he ran them up her ribcage, until he could cup her breasts. The lace-trimmed white bra she wore looked almost virginal, were it not for her nipples straining against the fabric, and the way her little handful quivered and shook, as her breathing grew harsh. Dots of perspiration appeared on skin flushed in her arousal, and she moaned when he kicked her legs apart and grasped her mound. Jonas could feel the heat of her pussy even through the layers of cloth separating him from that bounty. He caught her mouth in another passionate kiss, which left him so hard it hurt.

  “Fuck it. I want you, baby girl.”

  Rissa yanked her arms again, and whimpered as he kissed his way down her body, while his hands undid her bra strap.

  Her pert little breasts called him, and he licked the lines left behind by the underwire of her bra, while he pushed the contraption up and out of the way.

  “Oh, god, please, I—”

  Abandoning her quivering handful, he claimed her mouth in a kiss, stopping whatever she was going to say. With their tongues dueling against each other, Jonas lost the last of his good intentions when Rissa brought her legs up around his hips. Grasping her ass cheeks to help support her, he allowed himself a few thrusts into her core, before he wrenched his mouth of hers.

  “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable, baby girl, hold on.”

  He smiled grimly at Rissa’s nod in answer, as he raised one arm to unhook her. She gasped and tightened her hold on his hips, when her arms came free, and Jonas ducked underneath her still-tied wrists. Rissa clung on a like a limpet when he started to walk. With her head buried in his neck the rapid exhalations of her breath told him how turned on she was. Jonas made short work of crossing the landing and having opened and shut his bedroom door in the nick of time, against a rapidly advancing Brutus, he propped his precious burden up against the wall of his bedroom, and removed her blindfold.

  His girl blinked several times, and when her passion filled gaze connected with his, he smiled.

  “Last chance, little one. Tell me this is okay, because once I get you naked in my bed, all gloves are off.”

  * * * *

  Risa could barely breathe. Held up by Jonas’s bodyweight, the buttons of his shirt dug into her breasts, and she could feel his every harsh breath. The solid evidence of how much he wanted her pulsed against her groin, hot, hard, and long, and Rissa’s internal muscles clamped down in readiness.

  It was the concern in his blue eyes, however, that truly made up her mind. Red hot lust blazed at her for sure, but something else, too. Jonas looked a man on the edge, worried for her, it seemed. It made the imp in her want to be naughty and tease him. She only got as far as curving her lips into a mischievous smile, before Jonas’s frown stopped her. He pushed away from her slightly, as though he was going to put her down. Clenching her thighs around his hips, she arched her back to press the needy points of her nipple into his chest, while she rotated her hips as suggestively as she could, given the tight hold he still had on her.

  Jonas groaned. He dropped his head to her forehead, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks with enough force to leave bruises. The slight pain simply added fuel to her arousal, just like the feel of the ropes on her skin. From the first moment, Jonas had started to wind the rope across her wrists, and through her fingers, the incessant chatter in her brain had eased, receding further and further into the background, until nothing else had mattered. Nothing but the sounds of his breathing, the roughness of the ro
pes as it slid across her skin, awakening nerve endings and sending shivers of delight into her clit.

  Not being able to see had heightened the sensations, and when he’d added that feather… It had been torture and bliss all rolled into one. Rissa hadn’t wanted him to stop, had been all prepared to fuck him right there and then, if that had been his wish. Even now she burned with the need to please him, to be taken by him, so close, yet so far from reaching her release. Her knickers were soaked, her jeans felt damp and clingy against her pussy, the seam adding maddening pressure against her clit without enough friction to get her over. Her breasts ached for his touch, the nipples hard little peaks of need that needed his mouth on them.

  “Please, Daddy, I want you, too. Make me yours.”

  Jonas swore long and hard. Swedish words that she didn’t understand, but his intention was clear, as he bundled them across the room. Lowering her onto soft covers, that felt cool against her overheated skin, he ducked out from under her arms, and she gasped when he produced a pair of long, blunt-ended scissors, presumably to cut her free from the ropes.

  “No, please, don’t. Leave them on.”

  Jonas stopped, and the sinful grin that lit up his face took her breath away.

  “Are you sure, baby girl? This is your first time. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

  There it was again. That deep-seated concern for her that made Rissa feel truly cherished.

  “I like them. They make me feel safe.”

  Approval lit up his features, and his voice rumbled over her like a soothing caress.

  “I was hoping you’d feel that way, baby girl. I still expect you to tell me if it gets too much, however.”

  He knelt next to her, running his fingers underneath the ropes in another show of concern that made her want to cry, and shout at him that she wouldn’t break. She did neither, of course.

  Closing her eyes she took a deep breath in, and when she opened them again, it was to see Jonas slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t take his gaze off of her, as he did so, watching her reaction. Rissa’s mouth went dry. She couldn’t take her eyes off the smooth skin he exposed. Covering hard muscles, with just a smattering of fine blond hair that arrowed into an enticing trail, it drew her gaze over the dips and valleys of his sculpted abdomen, before it disappeared into the waist band of his trousers. Jonas didn’t have the overwhelming muscle mass of someone who spent all his time at the gym. He was too tall for that, for starters. More the sleek, yet powerful build of a swimmer. His muscles bunched as he shrugged out of his shirt completely, and he laughed while undoing his trousers.