[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, flogging, food play, sex toys, HEA]
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…
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 STARS "When we first meet Rissa Nauenburg, she looks as though she's about to faint, as she's auctioned off to the highest bidder at Club Spectrum. Up steps Jonas Sorenson, who quickly shuts down the bidding with the highest bid and rescues her as she collapses. What ensues is the development of a D/s relationship with Jonas as a Daddy Dom, as he works to get under Rissa's defenses, find out what happened to her, and watch her grow and mature into a much more confident woman. Ms. O'Connor does an excellent job of humanizing her characters, as we are witness to other D/s couples who significantly help to round out the various personalities that encompass the D/s community. The obvious and growing attraction between Rissa and Jonas is well done, the BDSM and sex scenes are downright scintillating, and overall, I found it completely enjoyable. AUCTIONED TO THE PROTECTIVE DOM by Doris O'Connor is book 4 in the Spectrum Auctions series and reads as a standalone novel. Lovers of Littles, Shibari, spanking, and spicy sex scenes will thoroughly enjoy this story." -- Gabrielle Sally, The Romance Reviews
“Please.” 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, 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.”
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.
“Open for me, baby.” Rissa obeyed that murmured command immediately, and grabbed his biceps for support as she teetered precariously on her tiptoes.
“So fucking wet for me. Did I say how pleased I am to see my little one has followed my instructions?”
Rissa shook her head, unable to formulate a reply, as Jonas chose that moment to add another finger. He started to fuck her pussy with those digits, making her climb the rung of arousal with a speed that made her dizzy.
Bending his head, Jonas nuzzled into her neck, and kissed the pulse point there.
“Daddy is very pleased, so his little girl is going to get a reward.” Rissa’s heavy breathing joined the wet sounds of his fingers in her pussy, pushing her toward an orgasm. She moaned her denial when he withdrew the digits.
“Turn around for me baby.” The husky command, delivered as it was with a lust filled look set her insides aflame with need for this man.
“That’s it, hands behind your back, and lean forward onto the table.” Rissa complied, and shut her eyes when Jonas flipped her skirt up. One hand between her shoulder blades he pushed her further down onto the smooth wooden surface, and kicked her legs apart. It meant she lost her footing, and had no choice but to sink into his care. Lying flat on the table now, with her legs spread wide, his hand a comforting, yet restraining presence on her back, as he grasped her wrists and pinned her down further. Her pussy muscles contracted as cool air wafted across them.
The sound of a zipper being pulled, the rustle of clothing, the tearing of foil, all served to pitch her deeper into the pit of fevered anticipation.
“I’ve been dreaming of sinking my cock back into your sweet cunt all day, but first things first.”
Rissa cried out at the openhanded swat that connected with her left ass cheek without warning. It left a nasty sting behind, even as Jonas immediately soothed that pain away by rubbing his hand over the area.
“Breathe, baby, it will make this easier for you, but you’ve earned yourself this spanking.” Another just as hard swat to the other cheek this time brought tears in her eyes.
“Why?” she gasped, as Jonas massaged that sting away too.
“Why, she asks.” His hold on her wrists tightened and he half pulled her up so that she could look at him.
“You put yourself in danger today, and that is not acceptable.”
Rissa rolled her eyes at that.
“There only scratches, hardly dangerous, and…oomph.”
Before she could finish that sentence, Jonas pushed her back down onto the table and delivered four more swats to her ass in quick succession. They took her breath away with the intensity of the blows. Heat spread from her ass up her back and down into her clit, and Rissa moaned as her arousal spiked. This shouldn’t be a turn-on, yet, it was, especially with Jonas leaning over her, and growling into her ear.
“I’m not spanking you for the scratches, though I’m not pleased at marks not made by my hands, girl. I’m spanking you, because you went back to that room without me. I told you, I don’t like you living there.”
Another two swats followed that announcement. They zinged straight to her clit, making that little bundle contract in need. It was becoming harder and harder to think, to not simply allow herself to sink into the blissful oblivion of total surrender to his will, but Rissa fought against it.
“Not fair. Had to get things. Took Brutus, and…”
Two more swats, much harder than before, robbed her of the ability to speak. Miraculously she hovered at the brink of an orgasm. It dimmed her vision and she panted and squirmed under the soothing motions of Jonas’s hand on her abused flesh.
“I appreciate that, baby girl, but you should have checked with me first. It was always my intention to take you back there, and to get more things that you might need. I told you, you’re mine now. I don’t want you living there. Your place is with me.”
Rissa groaned when she felt the thick head of his erection slide through her slit. He bumped into her clit on the down stroke, making her shiver in arousal, as that bud clenched and quivered. More of her juices trickled out of her pussy, and onto her thighs. Jonas grunted as he pulled the tip of his thick head back through her slit and all the way up to her anus. He repeated that motion several more times, coating them both in her natural lube. Rissa screamed and rose on her tiptoes, when he slammed into her pussy without warning.
The sensitive tissues clamped down on his shaft, as he forced them apart with his ruthless entry, awakening every nerve ending. As wet and aroused as she was the action still hurt. Rissa whined her relief, when his balls hit her clit and he bottomed out inside her. Jonas grew still, waiting for her to adjust, as he murmured endearments into her sweat dampened neck, and then kissed his way up her jaw to claim her mouth.
“Relax, baby, you can take me. That’s my girl. So tight. So fucking good.” The words delivered in between kisses meant that pain gave way to pleasure, as her body got used to his size. Jonas pulled back slightly, and then slammed back into her. Her mons hit the edge of the table, and the resulting vibration to her clit made her shiver all over.
Jonas smiled into the kiss he gave her, and did it again.
“That’s it. Such a greedy little cunt. Grip me harder, baby. Show me how much you want Daddy’s cock.”