Page 24 of Heist

“Are you ready to have your pussy fucked, baby girl?” he asked as he pulled the dildo free from her mouth.

“I wish it were your cock, Sir,” she whimpered.

Patrick gave her a wicked grin. “Be a good girl and you might get your wish later.” With no further warning or discussion, he positioned the toy cock at her entrance and slammed it into her. She cried out at the shock of it and before she recovered, he was pumping it in and out of her at a punishing rhythm. When he knew she was close to an orgasm, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out her vibrator. Switching it on, he pressed it to her clit.

“Come for me, sub,” he ordered. It took her less than ten seconds to obey. Her pussy clenched hard around the dildo as the orgasm ripped through her. His hand was soaked from her wetness, and he continued to fuck her with the toy. When two orgasms turned into three, she was begging him to stop. He flicked the vibrator off and pulled the dildo free. Tossing both on a nearby towel, he hovered over her and said, “That’s the last time a toy makes you come while you belong to me, are we clear?”

He knew she was too spent for words, so he accepted her frantic nod and dropped a kiss to her forehead.

“How are your limbs,” he said as she fought to catch her breath.

“Arms might be getting a bit tingly, Sir,” she said after several gulping breaths.

With gentle movements, he helped her sit and quickly released the ropes. “When you feel like you can, slowly raise your arms out to the sides. It will help bring some of the blood flow back,” he said as he tossed the messy tangle of rope to the side and gently rubbed her arms. After a few seconds, she did as he’d suggested, and he moved to untie her legs.

“Same with your legs, straighten them slowly when you feel like you can.”

While she moved to work the feeling back into her limbs, he rummaged in his bag for a blanket and wrapped it around her.

“That was fucking hot,” he murmured as he held her against his chest.

When she was relaxed against him, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We’ve been at this station for a while. Let’s clean it up and move to one of the loveseats,” he said after they’d sat on the floor together for several minutes.

“Move over to the side and put your skirt and blouse back on. Skip the bra and panties.”

She scrambled to do as he said. While she dressed, he snagged a bottle of disinfectant and some paper towels and wiped down the rubber mat they had been playing on. When he turned from finishing his task, his heart swelled with pride. His sub was learning fast. Austin knelt to the side where he had haphazardly tossed his rope and was bundling it just as he’d showed her to do. He waited until she finished the third strand to approach her. Towering over her with arms folded, he said, “Austin.” Her head flew up as she set the third bundle in the pile of finished rope.

“Sir?” she questioned, a slight tremor in her voice. “Did I do it wrong?”

He shook his head and crooked a finger, motioning for her to stand. When she did, he hauled her into his arms and kissed her hard. “You did very well. I have a feeling you were the teacher’s pet when you were in school.”

Her grin was all the reward he needed. “Come on, I want to take you back to the hotel and fuck you, but we have a few more things to go over since it’s your first night as a house submissive.”

They spent the next half hour cuddled on a love seat discussing the things that would be expected of her. Another house submissive walked by, and Patrick snapped his fingers at him. The man quickly approached and dropped to one knee in front of the couch. “How can I help you, Master Patrick?” he asked.

“Simon, you’ve met Austin, she’s new to the house sub program. Can you please give her a quick tour of some of the places she’ll be working during her shifts? The bar, the supply closet, you know the drill.”

Simon smiled and offered a hand to Austin. “Welcome to the team, Miss Austin.”

“Can’t you show me?” Austin asked, eyes as she stood.

Patrick gave her a firm smack on the rear. “Do as you’re told, baby girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled and followed Patrick.

As he was watching her walk away, a hand smacked him on the back of the head. “Ouch, what the fuck?” He rubbed his head as he whirled to see Holly glaring at him.

“You’re supposed to warn me if you’re going to be down here playing. I walked right up on you shoving a dildo in her when I came to get water for Master.”

Patrick winced. “Shit. I’m sorry, Holls. I swear. I was just going to give her a quick spanking and I got carried away and turned it into a scene.”

“You’re lucky I like you most of the time,” she said coming around the couch to sit next to him.

Elijah found them a minute later. “There you are, baby. I was missing you,” he said with a wink.

“She’s over her assaulting me,” Patrick said with a smirk, knowing Elijah would scold her.

“Holly,” Elijah said in a stern voice. “I know he’s your brother but he’s also a house Dom and you’re my submissive. You may not have to call him by his title but you’re damn sure not going to hit him in a dungeon full of members.”

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