Page 16 of Heist

Patrick flashed her a tender smile. “Good girl. Now, just because I’m not a sadist doesn’t mean I’m not demanding but I get the feeling you like that in a Dom, so let’s talk limits.”

Austin twisted her hands and looked around the formal room.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“This room, it’s so… stuffy. I feel like I’m at a job interview, not a kink club.”

Patrick laughed. “There’s nothing saying we have to stay in here, it’s just a private place for us to talk. We can move to the bar if that would make you more comfortable. Just know that at some point I’m going to make you kneel for me, so you have to decide if you want the first time to be in private or in public.”

Austin thought about it for a minute. “Can we like, I don’t know, sit on the couch or something? I feel like a naughty schoolgirl who’s facing the principal and it’s making me uncomfortable.”

Patrick hummed and flipped open the folder that had been laying on the table next to his chair. “Does that mean we can mark schoolgirl fantasies off the list of things to try?” he asked with a teasing grin.

Austin laughed. “Those skirts never looked good on me anyway.”

Patrick smiled. “There she is. Stand up and come over here.”

On shaky legs, she stood and crossed the short distance between the two chairs. Patrick unfolded his long leg so both feet her on the ground and patted his lap. “Sit.”

She sat awkwardly on his lap until he helped her swing her legs up and into the chair and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Why so nervous? You invited me to your hotel room to fuck you last night. No need to be shy or worried about anything that’s going to happen tonight, sweetheart.”

He brushed a wayward strand of hair from her face. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you strapped to the spanking bench last night with your hair all falling in your face.”

Austin relaxed into his touch and wrapped an arm around his neck. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured.

“We can’t let this get too far without talking limits, but I would really like to kiss you right now.”

Austin put her forehead against his. “I would like that very much.”

He tilted their heads until their lips connected and Austin moaned as sparks seemed travel straight from her mouth to her clit. It was a tender kiss, but Patrick was very much controlling it and Austin was content to let him. His hand snaked into her hair and tugged as he deepened the kiss.

“Straddle my legs,” he commanded when he broke away. She scrambled to twist herself so she could plant a knee on either side of his lap in the big chair.

Both of his hands now tangled in her hair and he brought her head down to his again, reigniting their kiss.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said as he tore away from her. “We have to stop. I want nothing more than to order you to bend over that chair so I can fuck you but I’m not having sex with you until we finish this conversation.”

Austin stuck her lip out in a pout and Patrick’s eyes clouded. “Up,” he commanded. She squirmed off his lap and stood, but he quickly pulled her back down, so she lay across his lap. Three hard smacks landed on her ass, over her skirt before he stood her up and said, “No pouting. Now, let’s go to the bar where I’m more likely to be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed as she stood and smoothed her skirt. Had she really just been spanked for pouting?

He stood and gathered the folder and a small black box she hadn’t noticed before. As he passed her chair, he bent and picked up her bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

Inside the bar area, Patrick found them a small table in the corner. “We might play later so you can have a glass of wine or a beer, nothing stronger,” he told her.

“I’ll just have a Sam Adams please,” she said as she sat.

He dropped her bag under the table and sat the folder and box in front of his chair. “Be right back,” he said, squeezing her shoulder.

She watched as he made his way across the crowded room to the bar. It was early yet for a play party, so a lot of people were still milling about, enjoying a drink, and chatting with friends before they decided to make their way into the dungeon for some real fun.

He was back moments later with two beers, one of which he dropped in front of her.

“Now, let’s talk about what we expect of you as a house submissive first, and then we can talk about what you and I want to get out of this experience.”

Austin nodded and took a drink of her beer, grateful to have it.

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