Page 113 of Heist

“Well, that didn’t take long,” he murmured. “You’re soaked.”

A garbled groan left her as he plunged two fingers inside her. As quickly as it had begun, his hand stopped moving and he stood.

“Up on all fours, baby. Put your knees close to the edge.”

When she stuck her bottom lip out, he leaned down and tugged at one nipple. “Did you really think I was going to let you come so easily?”

She giggled as he let her go. “I was hoping, anyway, Sir.”

He gave a dark laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need. We’re just going to do it my way.”

Austin nodded as she rolled and lifted herself into the position he’d asked for. When he had her just the way he wanted her, he picked up the cuffs and began strapping them to her ankles and wrists. From the underside of the chaise lounge, he pulled metal clips that easily attached to the rings on her leather cuffs.

It had looked like such a vanilla piece of furniture, but of course she should have known better in a place like Solitaire.

His hand rested at the small of her back. “How do the cuffs feel? Do I need to adjust anything?”

Austin shook her head. “No, Sir. All comfortable.”

“Good girl. Let’s see if we can warm you up a little before I fuck you.”

Austin shuddered as he stepped away, keenly aware of the loss of his touch. It was something she’d come to crave over the past few weeks.

The falls of a flogger brushed down her back, letting her know he was back. She lifted her head and a soft moan left her as several of the strands brushed between her legs. The way he’d cuffed her had her feeling exposed.

She heard the gentle swish of the flogger before it landed across her ass. It wasn’t a hard strike, just enough to wake up her nerve endings. The next stroke landed a little harder, causing her to squeak. He chuckled and settled into a steady rhythm. It didn’t take long for Austin to slip away into sub space as he continued to assault her backside with the toy. When her ass was burning but still not in pain, the stinging lashes stopped abruptly.

Austin jumped. Patrick had pressed the handle of the flogger between her legs. The handle was rounded and smooth, much like a dildo.

“What do you think? Should I fuck you with this handle?” he asked, pressing the thick wood against her clit.

She whimpered as she felt her exposed pussy flood with moisture. “You can fuck me however you want, Sir.” Her voice was husky and breathless.

He pressed a kiss to her back and moved the handle to her entrance. When it entered her, he shifted his free hand to grip her hair at the nape of her neck.

When she was frenzied and begging as he pumped the flogger handle in and out of her, he pulled it free of her opening and it clattered to the ground. She jumped at the sound, but he soothed her nerves with a gentle caress.

“Are you ready for me to bury myself in your ass, baby girl?”

She nodded her consent and he moved to the head of the lounge and bent to undo the clips on her wrist cuffs. “I’m leaving your legs attached to the lounge, but you might need your hands,” he said as he stood between her legs at the end of the lounge. The gentle purr of his zipper had her nipples tightening.

As she listened to the rustle of a condom wrapper, she shifted her weight, lifting each wrist and rotating it.

His hands on her hips stilled her again. Instead of pressing against her ass the way she expected, he pushed his cock into her pussy, taking her by surprise.

He moved in lazy strokes for a few seconds before she heard a plastic popping sound. Cool lube dripped between her cheeks and the popping sound repeated as he shut the bottle.

“We’re going to take this slow. Deep breaths, baby girl,” he said as he pulled out of her. As she took a deep breath, his thick erection rested between her ass cheeks and she willed herself not to tense up. They had been playing with anal toys for weeks and the orgasms were amazing. She could do this.

When she blew out the breath she’d been holding, he pushed past her tight ring. She cried out and sucked in another breath.

“Easy, baby. I’ve got you. Find your clit and make yourself feel good for me,” he crooned.

Bracing herself with one arm, she lifted the other and pressed two fingers to her clit and rubbed in frantic circles, her senses so heightened that she was soon trembling with the need to orgasm. His cock inched further into her and the burning pain that had shot through her now mixed with the pleasure building at her center. When he was fully inside her, his fingers dug into her thighs and he let out a moan.

“God, you feel good,” he said, his voice clipped as he eased out of her again, though not fully. Her fingers continued to play at her clit.

“Please let me come,” she mewled as he thrust into her faster this time.

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