Page 112 of Heist

“Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?”

“Always, Sir,” she said, her heart racing. “I just need to brush my hair and touch up my makeup and I’ll be ready.”

“You have ten minutes,” he said turning her out of his arms and nudging her toward the bathroom.

Eight minutes later, she extended her hand to him and together they stepped into the upstairs hallway of Solitaire. Since the party was already going on downstairs, the hallway was quiet. Austin took the quiet moment on their way to the stairs to clear her mind and put herself in a submissive mindset. As they reached the landing, Patrick stopped her and backed her against the wall next to the door. His hands fisted into her hair and his brown eyes pierced into her. “Remember your role tonight, and I’ll remember mine. Who do you belong to?” he said, a low growl in his throat.

“You, Sir. I belong to you,” she whispered, her breathing feeling erratic now.

“Good girl.” He stepped away from her and opened the door that led into the bar. The sights and sounds that flooded her senses helped ease her further into her role. People laughed over drinks, subs knelt by their Doms, the smell of leather and alcohol permeated the air. Sensual music played softly over the speakers. They walked hand in hand to the bar where Eli sat visiting with Samuel.

“Evening you two,” Eli said. “How was your nap?”

“It was great, thank you, Master Eli,” Austin said.

Patrick squeezed her hand in approval. “We just wanted to say hello before we went to the dungeon,” Patrick said. “Maybe we’ll have a drink when we’re done.”

“Don’t forget to warn Holly,” Eli said with a wink.

Patrick rolled his eyes and tugged Austin away from the bar. When they stepped into the dungeon, party goers were already playing on the equipment. Austin scanned the room looking for Holly Sutton but didn’t see her.

“We’ll play in an alcove,” Patrick said, nodding his head toward the left side of the room. Two of the alcoves on that side were open. They wouldn’t need to worry about Holly or anyone else in there.

“Are there any house submissive duties for me other than the clean-up crew?” She’d joined the clean-up team on her last trip here and enjoyed the group of people who were part of it.

Patrick shook his head. “Tonight, you’re all mine.”

“I’m always yours,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes.

Patrick chuckled and fisted a hand in her hair, tugging her the rest of the short distance into the alcove.

“We’re going to forget about everything but us tonight,” Patrick said as he dropped his toy bag on the floor inside the alcove. Austin jumped at the sound of it landing.

“Rope, or leather?” Patrick asked, moving to the chaise lounge that sat in the corner. He pulled it away from the wall and sat on the corner of it.

“Leather, I think,” Austin said quietly, unsure if she was supposed to be doing anything.

“Good choice,” Patrick said. “Come here.” He patted his knee and Austin moved to perch on his lap, her pulse speeding up as he pulled her close for a tender kiss.

“Take the dress off and lay here,” he said, pressing his palm to the leather of the chaise lounge.

As she took off the dress, he draped the black piece of furniture in a sheet he pulled from his bag. He also pulled several leather cuffs out and set them on the floor.

She handed him her dress and lowered herself to the lounger, letting her thighs fall open.

“Trying to distract me?” he teased as he dropped to one knee next to her.

She giggled when he picked up her ankle and pressed a kiss to her foot. “I’m not going to strap you down just yet. I want to watch you play with yourself. I’ve heard it, but I’ve never seen it.”

Austin blushed as Patrick trailed a hand from her ankle to her hip.

“I’m waiting,” he said, when she didn’t move.

Her hand moved languidly from her side until it rested at her pubic bone. Closing her eyes, hoping to forget someone was watching her, she slid one finger through her folds and flicked at her clit. A subtle gasp left her as she ignited a smoldering fire between her legs. Her lips parted and her tongue poked out to wet them as she focused her attention on the pleasure that was already starting to consume her.

Patrick hummed beside her and she squirmed as his hand came to rest on her thigh. “You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

She wanted to ask what he was waiting for but refrained since she was hoping for an orgasm. His hand slid from her thigh to capture the wrist of the hand that had been stoking the flames of her need. She whimpered as he lifted it away, but the whimpered slipped into a moan as he replaced her hand with his.

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