Happy middle of the week to you, guys. I'm going to tease from my upcoming release Auctioned to the Spanish Dom (book three of The Spectrum Auctions).
In this scene Pedro is determined to get Peyton to admit to what she needs...They are in his playroom, and Peyton is a tad confused.
Usual warning applies.
“I don’t understand. Scarlett said you never played at home, so why…” She paused and worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “Why, all this?”
Pedro shrugged his shoulders.
“Why not? I had the room, and I thought it was about time I got one of my own, just in case….”
He paused, unsure of how much he was willing to share. Then again, he was expecting honesty from her, so it was only fair he put his cards on the table.
“In case I ever took on a full-time submissive.”
Peyton’s mouth fell open, and he could almost see the wheels turn in her head.
“You haven’t had one?” she asked.
Pedro shook his head and slowly stepped up to her.
“No, I haven’t. I get my needs met at the club. I have…had no wish to settle down.”
“Why? And does that mean you now are?”
Of course Peyton latched onto that little nugget of information. Her reporter side was showing, and he grinned at that thought. Of all the subs he could have picked, he had to have chosen a nosy reporter. Life would never be simple again, he was sure. Not that she has agreed to be your sub yet.
For all he knew she could still bolt.
“Sir, please answer me.”
It was the hesitant Sir that did it. Pedro tugged at her tee, and she let it go after a moment’s hesitation. Her breathing hitched when he ran his gaze over her curves and then skimmed his knuckles across the hard buds pressing against the fabric of her bra.
“So responsive, pequeña. We need to sort your back out, however, so turn around for me.”
“I will when you answer my question.” Peyton put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
Pedro grinned, and wrapping his hands in her hair, tugged her closer, so that her breasts were squashed against his chest and his cock dug into her belly. Her expressive eyes widened and clouded over when he yanked her head back and pulled her hips closer still by hooking his fingers through one of her belt loops. He marched her back slowly until her back made contact with the cross and a hiss escaped her.
“That depends, pequeña. Did you come here, looking for a Dom?”
He pushed her further into the cross and squeezed her ass, where he knew one of her biggest bruises would be, and she went limp against him. He almost didn’t hear her whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
Pedro’s guts tightened in sheer relief and his balls drew tight.
“Well then.” He bit down lightly on her neck and nibbled his way up to her jaw until he could run his tongue along the seam of her mouth. She opened up for him instantly, and he took his time teasing her, until she groaned and shook in need. Her fingernails dug into his biceps and he kicked her legs apart and, grasping her wrists, pulled them up to secure them on the cross above her head.
“No hands.” He smiled at her feminine growl, and cupping her breasts, pulled them over her bra cups until they were exposed to his hungry gaze.
“Much better, but I think we’re going to need some nipple clamps for those just as soon, as we’ve got rid of these jeans. How’s the back like that, pequeña? Give me a color.”
“It hurts, but…” Heat rose in her cheeks and she couldn’t quite bring herself to look him in the eye.
“But?” he asked. “I’m not a mind reader, tell me.” Pedro had a fairly good idea what she was going to say, but he wanted her to admit it.
“I like it,” she finally whispered.
“Why?” he asked, and she groaned. Such a deep-throated sound that it shot straight to his balls. He needed to hurry this along, so he could fuck the brains out of her, but he needed to hear her say the words more.
“Jesus, please don’t make me say it.”
Pedro laughed and stepped away from her.
“Oh, I am making you say it, or I’ll untie you and send you home, wet and horny as you are. Is that what you want me to do?”
Peyton shook her head with so much force her hair whipped through the air and hid her face. Pedro drew it back for her and smiled at her flushed expression.
“No, Sir, I don’t want you do that.”
“Good girl, so? How does it make you feel?”
Pedro took her nipples between his fingers and rolled the tight buds. A renewed shudder went through her frame, and she tried to close her legs, but he shoved his thigh between them and rubbed along the seam of her jeans. Peyton pulled on her restraints, and even through their combined clothing, he could feel her heat. So damn responsive.
“Wet and horny for you, Sir. Please, will you fuck me? I need your cock inside of me, stretching me, making me yours. Please, I—”
She screwed her eyes shut while the words tumbled out her mouth, and Pedro shut her up by kissing her. Grabbing her hips, he rotated them over his thigh and Peyton groaned into his mouth. Faster and faster he moved those hips while he fucked her mouth with his tongue, until Peyton came with a gasp and a gush of her juices left a wet stain on his thigh. He kept up a slower rhythm until the last of her shudders abated and then stepped back to look at her.
Her skin a delightful rosy sheen, Peyton panted, eyes closed, breasts heaving. Such a beautiful sight.
“That one was for telling me truth, pequeña.” He dropped a kiss on her nose and her eyes fluttered open. “And for begging so nicely for my cock, especially when you informed me in no uncertain terms that you would never beg for it.”
Peyton tried to shrug her shoulders, and the shy smile she gave him was his undoing.
“That was then, this is now, Sir. Please, I still want your cock.” She let her gaze drop to where he was tenting his joggers and licked her lips. “If I may make an observation, Sir, you’re wearing far too many clothes, still.”
Pedro laughed. There was his cheeky minx.
“You may, but then again so are you. We’re going to have to do something about that.”
He dropped to his knees in front of her, and her eyes widened when he inhaled against her wet crotch.
“I’m afraid these jeans may be ruined forever. I hope they’re not a favorite pair?” He looked up at her to see her shake her head, and he grinned as an idea occurred to him.
She tensed when he slipped her trainers and socks off of her and then fastened her ankle to the restraint attached to the cross. He repeated the action on the other side and then stood slowly.
Peyton looked so utterly confused by his actions that he had to hide his smile. Sure enough, her next words confirmed it.
“Erm, Sir? How is this helping with the getting me naked bit?” she asked.
“Oh, that’s easy, pequeñita.”
He stepped away, and took out one of his collection of knives out of the bottom drawer of his cabinet. Peyton went as white as a sheet when she saw what he held in his hand.
Pedro smiled, and she looked even more confused. Peyton kept a wary eye on him, as he approached her slowly, knife held loosely in his left hand, and cupped her cheek with his right hand. He knew cutting was one of her hard limits, but he had no intention of drawing blood. Just to fuck with her mind a little.
“Sir?” she asked, leaning into his touch and he rubbed his stubble across her other cheek.
“What, pequeñita? Talk to me.”
“I don’t like knives, Sir.”
He nuzzled closer into her, loving the slight tremble of fear that shook her frame, as he brought the knife between them until the cold steel rested on her bare tummy.
“I know, but trust me?”
Pedro pulled back slightly to read her expression, and she bit her lip and nodded.
“Good girl, I’ll make this good for you, I promise, and I never draw blood.”
She went so pale at his words, he wondered whether he was pushing her too far. He seemed to have a habit of doing that, but, fuck him, if her responsiveness to anything he did didn’t want to make him push her more.
“I’m going to cut your clothes off you, that’s all.”
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 defences 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…
Releases November 18th
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