Auctioned to the Spanish Dom
The Spectrum Auctions 3
by Doris O'Connor
a Menage BDSM Romance
from Siren Bookstrand
*Can be read as a stand-alone*
Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves. It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright scary.
The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has, and their play smashes through both of their emotional defenses in record time.
When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust his pequeñita.
She is a reporter after all…
Please note: [Ménage and More: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, rope play, flogging, paddling, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA for M/F]
Review by pearls
This is the kind of book you should rate by the number of batteries you burn through. It is hot, and I have the burn marks to prove it. Whether in a ménage or flying solo, Pedro is a Master Sadist. He doesn't even have to be in the same room to get Peyton wet. His blend of pain and nurturing is perfectly balanced. I loved all the foils in the book showing the reader how perfect this relationship was for these two: Pedro and Jonas' different styles of Mastering Peyton, Peyton and her sister's different versions of submission, perversion of the press against the "perversion" of their relationship. I especially liked how the story showed Peyton's submission as a source of strength and support for Pedro. Bring on more Auction stories!
Excerpt
“Hmm, very nice, Pedro. She’s getting wetter
by the minute waiting for your cock to fill her, but she won’t get that yet,
will she?” Callused fingertips traced her jaw, and Peyton jumped at the
unmistakable click in her ear, seconds before the buzzing of a vibrator.
Hands
from behind her pulled her breasts out of her corset, and she jumped when the
vibrations settled on one nipple while strong fingers pulled and kneaded the
other one.
Pain
followed pleasure as the biting sting of two nipple clamps attacked her
sensitive buds simultaneously, and she bit her lip to absorb the pain, as they
were tightened to such a degree she whimpered and shook her head. Anything to
get away from that overbearing sensation.
“Shhh,
take this for me.” Pedro’s soothing voice in her ear meant she pulled a deep
breath into her body and pushed the pain away with her exhales.
“Good
girl.” Jonas this time, so close that she smelled his minty breath and the heat
of his naked torso burned into her skin. When had he taken his clothes off and
was he completely naked?
Her
imagination went into overdrive, and then the damn clamps on her nipples
started to vibrate at the same time that someone held the vibrator against her
clit. Shards of painful pleasure stabbed through her breast and settled deep in
her clit.
“Oh god,
no… yess.” Peyton didn’t know what came out of her mouth as her body hurled
toward release at record speed. Dimly aware of something cold dribbling into
her ass crack and the sensation of being stretched and filled to the maximum,
Peyton desperately tried to stave off her orgasm, only to lose the fight when
the plug in her ass started to vibrate too.
Her
orgasm bust from her, breathtaking in its intensity, and Jonas laughed.
“Oh,
you’ve done it now, baby.”
Sure
enough, a hand crashed down on her ass, pushing her headfirst into another
release, as the pain meant it could only be Pedro who paddled her behind. Her
Sir hit hard, and he didn’t give her a moment’s peace to catch her breath.
Neither did those damn vibrations on every one of her erogenous zones, and
Peyton sobbed and pleaded to no avail.
“I
can’t, please, no more…”
Both
men laughed, and there was a moment’s respite, before the onslaught on her
senses started again. They must have switched places, because the hits to her
abused butt were softer this time, the hand massaging the sting away altogether
gentler, while the hands grasping her breasts and pulling on her clamps were
far harder.
“You’ll
come as many times as we deem it necessary, pequeñita,
and once you’re a sobbing, spent mess, we’ll both fuck you until you can’t
walk.”
Heat
rolled over Peyton’s skin at Pedro’s growled promise or threat, she couldn’t
quite make up her mind as the men continued to assault her senses, until pain
and pleasure were one and the same, and her body convulsed in one orgasm after
the other. Tears ran out from under her blindfold, and Peyton screamed until
she was hoarse. Eventually everything stopped, and Peyton went limp in her
restraints, surrounded by Pedro’s strong arms.
“That’s
my girl. Stay with us now.”
A
water bottle was lifted to her lips and she drank eagerly. The cool water
soothed her parched throat and she rested her head on the broad shoulder in
front of her. Whose it was, she was too far gone to care, floating away in that
happy space where her body was just a mass of delicious oversensitive tissues.
Light touches were everywhere, keeping her floating and happy, as something
cold was placed over her burning ass and the ankle cuffs removed.
Someone
supported her from behind, his heavy breaths in her ear the most erotic sound
ever, as ropes touched her skin and her pussy clenched in desperate need as
those ropes rested either side of her slit.
“She’s
so fucking responsive, Pedro.” Jonas’s voice sounded deeper, harsher, and puffs
of air skittered across her wet labia as though he was on his knees, and looking
his fill of her exposed cunt. That thought brought it with it another gush of
her juices, and Jonas groaned against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Taste
her for me. Tell me how wet she is. I want to hear her scream again.”
Pedro’s
strained voice in her ear made her turn her head toward him and he devoured her
mouth in a kiss, while Jonas’s first skillful lick against her pussy made her
whimper into Pedro’s kiss.
Dear
god in heaven, that man knew what to do with his tongue between her legs, and
when Pedro broke the kiss and bit down hard on her bottom lip, everything
inside Peyton tightened in need.
“Talk
to me, Jonas. What does my girl taste like? Tell her how she makes you feel.
How hard your cock is now. How much you want to fuck her.”
Pedro’s
dirty words, and the utter command and authority behind them had Peyton teeter
on the edge of yet another release, while Jonas lapped at her pussy as though
he was drowning.
Trembles
started in her thighs, and Pedro’s hands dug further into her legs as he held
her open and Jonas tightened the ropes further and slid them to the seam of her
thighs. More rope followed, wound around her legs and her torso until she was
suspended in the air. Even her hair seemed to be caught up in the intricate
patterns Jonas created, if the sharp and constant tug on her scalp was any
indication.
Hot
breaths blew against her slit again, and from far away she heard Jonas’s voice
in-between licks of his tongue against her sensitive flesh.
“She’s
so fucking wet, Pedro, and she tastes divine. Sweet like honey, and she likes
it when we tell her that. Her cunt is clenching around my tongue, trying to
draw me in. She’s squeezing my fingers and she’s so damn fucking tight, Pedro.
Fuck.”
Author's Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not. There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps. She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed. Writer of sensual, sassy, sexy romances
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