Page 23 of Heist

“How do you keep it clean?” she asked.

“This particular kind of rope can go directly into the washer. Other kinds are harder to clean, and we can use brand new rope if it makes you feel better. I never use rope that touches a girl’s pussy or mouth on another girl. I usually just gift that rope to them. Rope that doesn’t go those places is perfectly safe to reuse.”

He let her practice bundling a couple of strands of rope, praising her when she did it well, and gently instructing when it wasn’t quite right. She seemed to genuinely enjoy learning.

“You can practice again when we’re done,” he said as he moved the bundles behind her. “I want to tie you up and play with you now.”

Moving behind her, he pulled off his shirt. Skin to skin contact was a great way to build a connection with someone you were about to put into rope. Wrapping an arm around her from behind, he pulled her firmly to his chest. Her head rose in surprise when she realized he was bare chested. He lifted his eyebrows and gave her a small smile. “Try to relax.”

He held her tightly to him with one arm and flung a bundle of rope to free it with his other. Moving it to the hand around her, he began to tie, doing his best to never break contact with her. She had no trouble relaxing and Patrick had a hard time believing she’d only done this a handful of times. Soon, he had her encased in a simple chest harness that kept her arms bound to her sides. For now, her hands were free, but he would fix that in a minute. He’d moved so he was in front of her, and he tugged on the rope to pull her in for a kiss. Unable to move her arms, she had to trust him to keep her steady as he devoured her mouth. It didn’t take long for her to relax into the kiss and pour her own energy into it. Feeling beside him with one hand, he found the next bundle of rope and let it fly. Breaking the kiss, he gave her a gentle push and helped her lay on her back. With speed that only comes with practice, he folded her legs so her ankles met the backs of her thighs and tied them so she couldn’t unfold them.

“Keep your legs spread and let me know if you suddenly can’t feel a limb or something tingles,” he said. Her pussy was on full display, and he plunged two fingers into her slick opening.

“Fuck,” she cried as he crooked his fingers and pressed a thumb to her clit.

He grinned and stroked her clit with firm motions. It hardened under his attention and he knew he could milk an orgasm from her in minutes if he wanted to. Instead, he withdrew his hand and moved away from her, so she lay bound and on display.

She whimpered at the loss of his touch and he stood so he towered over her. “Stay there, little sub. I’ll be right back.”

He stepped the short distance to his bag, careful to make sure she never left his field of vision. Hefting the bag over his shoulder, he dropped it next to her, so she jumped at the sound of the thud so close to her head.

He knelt next to her again and unzipped the toy bag. He pulled out a small plastic paddle, a pair of nipple clamps, and a brand-new dildo he’d picked up in the club gift shop before Austin arrived.

“This is new and clean,” he assured her when her eyes widened at the phallic toy.

“You pick,” he said holding up the three items. “We’re using all three, but you get to decide the order.”

“Clamps, Sir,” she said boldly. She was comfortable in her role and wasn’t at all embarrassed about a club full of people seeing her naked. He wasn’t sure why that was such a turn on, but it made him want to fuck her even more.

“Good choice.” With finger and thumb, he kneaded one nipple, gently at first then increasing pressure. When she was moaning and pulling away, he attached one clamp and repeated the process on the other nipple. She squeezed her eyes shut and Patrick found her clit again, helping the pain to morph into pleasure.

“On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want to come right now?”

“Ten, Sir,” she whimpered.

He stopped fingering her pussy and picked up the other two items. “What’s next?” he asked.

“What are you going to do with the paddle?” she asked hesitantly.

He shook his head. “You don’t get to know that. You just have to pick.”

She heaved in a deep breath and jerked her head towards the paddle. “Might as well get it over with.”

Patrick smirked and moved so he was kneeling between her bound and spread thighs.

“Such a gorgeous cunt,” he murmured. “Let’s see if we can make it red. Don’t worry. I’m not going for the shade I turned your ass earlier. Just a little color,” he said when her eyes went wide, and she tried to close her legs.

“But, if you close your legs, all bets are off, and you’ll get a proper pussy spanking.”

Her thighs relaxed again, and he dragged the paddle across her slick cunt. When she was moaning and lifting her hips to meet the gentle rubbing sensation, he lifted the paddle and smacked against her wet folds. It sounded harder than it was, but she writhed as if he’d struck her hard. “Calm down, baby girl. Just feel it. It’s going to make the dildo feel even better when we finally get to it.”

“OK, Sir. I’ll try.”

He struck her again and this time, she moaned. Three more times, he smacked the small paddle against her pussy. Then he spread her folds with one hand and flipped the paddle around and gently tapped the plastic handle against her clit. She moaned and let out gasps of pleasure.

“Please, let me come, Sir,” she cried out. Those were the magic words, and he dropped the paddle. Since the dildo was all that was left, he picked it up and moved so he was near her head again.

Holding the head of the thick toy to her lips he said, “Show me how well you suck cock.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she opened her mouth and allowed him to slowly push past her teeth. Her cheeks hollowed as she suckled the toy and he fought the urge to turn this into a rough face fucking. That’s not what this scene was. There was time for that later. For now, he was just trying to lube the toy up a bit. Not that she needed it, her cunt was drenched and would take the toy with ease.

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