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“Try again, Austin,” he said quietly.

“Master Lance,” I mean.

“Good. Forget again and you go over my knee for a real spanking.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, suddenly feeling shy.

He reached across the table and picked up her hand. “Hey, you’re doing fine, but you’re going to fuck up sometimes, so you might as well just get used to the idea that at some point before the night is over, I’m going to have to blister your bottom. Just know I’m going to enjoy every minute,” he said with a wink.

“Jesus,” she whispered as a flood of moisture flooded her core. She wouldn’t be surprised if the crotch of her panties were soaked.

“Is there anything else in the rules you need to have clarified?”

“No, Sir,” she said as she picked up her beer and took another sip.

“Good. Let’s talk about what you and I want out of this then. In your application, you talk about enjoying having someone to be accountable to and you also talk about fantasies of being owned. These two desires and kinks often go hand in hand, so nothing about that surprises me. The question is, what does fulfilling those needs and fantasies look like for us?”

Austin shook her head, unsure of how to answer. “I’ll be honest, Sir. I hadn’t thought about it in exactly those terms. I was just answering the questions.”

Patrick smiled. “I love the thrill of having a submissive under my command. I like knowing that if I snap my fingers, she’s going to jump to attention but only if I also know that when I snap my fingers, her panties are going to get wet at the thought of whatever it is I’m about to command her to do.”

“That,” she whispered. “That’s always been my feeling about BDSM. If it doesn’t make my pussy wet, then it’s not for me.”

Patrick gave a low hum and leaned across the table. “So how wet is your pussy right now?”

Austin’s heart raced as his brown eyes bored into her. “So very wet, Sir.”

“Good girl. We’re almost done with the pesky conversation part of this night. You’re doing good. We’ll have many more conversations, but we don’t have to figure everything out in one night. The last thing I need to know from you is any hard and soft limits you may have.”

Austin nodded and reached for the bag under the table. That she had been prepared for. She pulled out her phone and navigated to a notes screen, then slid it across to him.

“Whips are a no go, got it,” he said as he read. “Why no writing as punishment?”

Austin giggled. “You remember I told you about my law school partner who would spank me for things?”

When Patrick nodded, she said, “Well, one time, he decided he would get clever after I had missed three important deadlines in a row. The third time, he told me spanking clearly wasn’t enough, so he needed to up the ante. After he spent like fifteen minutes on my ass with a hairbrush, he made me sit and write two thousand lines about how I wouldn’t miss any more deadlines. It was awful, I got a blister on my finger from holding the pen. So I said never again. I would rather get two thousand swats with a hairbrush than ever do that.”

Patrick grinned. “So noted. I’m having trouble picturing you missing deadlines though, so maybe it worked,” he said with a wink.

Austin crinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at him and immediately clapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry, Sir.”

Patrick shook his head. “It’s fine. We haven’t gotten to my rules yet. Your bottom is safe for now.”

“Speaking of your bottom, I see anal on your soft limits list,” he said, shifting topics again. “Why is that?”

Austin lifted one shoulder. “Just nervous about it. Never tried it. I’m not completely against it but I would like to build up to it.”

Patrick unclipped a pen from her folder and wrote something down. “I can live with that. One more limit to discuss and then we’re going to go to the dungeon. How submissive to me do you want to be outside of Solitaire?”

Austin hadn’t thought about that. “Is it possible for us to do things outside of the club?”

Patrick grinned. “It most certainly is. I actually have a proposition for you but wanted to get your reaction to my question first.”

Now Austin was curious. What kind of proposition could he have? “I’m certainly not against the idea. So long as nothing we do interferes with my job. I don’t want to get punished because I have to tell you no when I have an important court date or something.”

Patrick waved his hands in front of him. “Of course, that’s a given. I’m running a multi-billion-dollar company and have a bunch of projects on the side. I’m not interested in disrupting your work. I am interested in having some fun and advancing your training when our paths happen to line up outside the club.”

Austin gave a thumbs up. “I can agree to that.”

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