Page 10 of Heist

Chapter Four

Patrick leaned against the sturdy wooden leg of a suspense frame that was currently unoccupied and surveyed the dungeon. This place was his home, but tonight he was feeling out of sorts and had found no one to play with yet. He couldn’t get Eli’s suggestion that he train Austin out of his head. He’d always found her attractive, but at the point that David Eastman hired her to do some legal work for his company, he considered her off limits.

It had been a long time since she’d done any work for the company he now ran though. Did he need to keep her in the off-limits category? He missed having a sub of his own. Holly was right. The last one he’d trained didn’t really count since it was completely platonic. His last long-term sexual submissive had been another house sub from six or seven months ago. She had since moved on and was collared to someone else now.

Bouncing from play partner to play partner was fun, but the thrill of commanding a sub who wore your collar—or in the house sub program—your bracelet, was one that couldn’t be duplicated by a one-night scene with someone. He shook his head and moved towards the social area where he saw Holly sitting on her own. It was still weird that his sister was a member here, but they had learned to deal with it and made sure they never saw each other naked, despite Eli’s penchant for fucking in public.

“Hey, Holls, where’s your man?” he asked as he dropped onto the couch next to her.

She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder. “He had to sneak off for a phone call with China or something. Or so he says. I think he’s working on honeymoon plans. He refuses to tell me where we’re going or what we’re doing though.”

“You sure you’re ready to piss every bachelorette in the U.S. off by becoming Mrs. Barrett?”

Holly giggled. “I can’t fucking wait.”

Her expression sobered a moment later and she snuggled closer to him. “How are you since Wednesday? I know we’ve basically been hiding here from the press, but the office called me twice yesterday asking what to do about all the calls they are fielding from reporters.”

Patrick shook his head in disgust. “I just can’t believe that bastard is going to get away with six months in jail. You know the state of California is going to give him the same kind of deal.”

“I know you’re upset, but we know nothing of the sort. Just have a little faith.”

“He fucking killed our mother and tried to kill you and isn’t being charged with either of those things, and you want me to have faith? Get your head out of the clouds. I know you’re all in love and happy and I’m happy for you, but I can’t just move on from this so easily.”

Holly sat back and looked at him with sad eyes. “You don’t have to bite my head off.”

“I’m not. I’m just saying not everyone has the rosy view of the world that you do.”

“That’s enough, Patrick,” a deep voice said from behind him. He turned to see Eli standing next to the couch.

He held his hand out to Holly. “Come on, lover. We’re going to the suite tonight. Patrick can apologize later when he’s cooled down a little.”

Patrick growled and dragged a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I’m just on edge tonight,” he said.

Holly patted his shoulder as she stood to accept Eli’s hand. “We’ll talk later,” she said.

He sighed and leaned back into the couch. The spanking bench to the right of the social area caught his eye. He recognized the brightly colored corset Austin had been wearing now draped haphazardly over a nearby table. Her ass was in the air as she was strapped to the bench. He felt his cock grow hard at the sight of her perfect round backside turning red under Derek’s paddle.

Periodically, the top would run a hand over one of her heated cheeks before delivering another round of blistering swats. She cried out each time, her head lifting, sending her blonde locks falling into her eyes. He was close enough to hear every sound, and he wanted desperately to brush the hair from her face.

Christ. He never paid attention to other people’s scenes, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from this one. He definitely needed to find a sub to play with or he was going to fixate on Austin. The party was in full swing though, and most people had already paired off.

“Red,” a voice hollered.

It was Austin, and Patrick had to fight the urge to jump up and go to her rescue. Calling red wasn’t a sign the sub was in danger, it was just a sign the sub was done and Derek was a respectful top—he hated being called a Dom—who immediately dropped the paddle he was wielding and reached to undo her cuffs. Not only was he respectful, he was thoughtful. Patrick watched as Derek draped a blanket around Austin and helped her sit upright on the bench.

When Austin assured him she was OK, he cleaned up their station and led them in Patrick’s direction.

“Mind if we join you for a bit?” Derek asked as he helped Austin onto a loveseat.

“Not at all. Looks like you two were having some fun.”

Austin gave him a small smile. He could tell by her eyes that she was still floating in subspace, despite having ended the scene.

“Will you get me some water?” she asked Derek a few minutes later.

He immediately hopped up and went to one of the several water stations that were scattered throughout the space.

“How long have you been here?” Austin asked.

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