Page 29 of Heist

Austin unbuckled her seatbelt. “Yes, Sir,” she said, picking up her water to take with her.

In the spacious bedroom, Austin perched on the edge of the bed and twisted the small silver bracelet around her wrist. She hadn’t taken a lot of time to study it until now because everything happened so fast. It was a gorgeous piece of jewelry that would indeed match anything she wore.

“Feels a bit heavy, doesn’t it?” Patrick asked from the doorway.

“How would you know?” She winced at the tone of voice she’d used. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch. I’m just curious.”

He smiled as he crossed the threshold and sat on the bed next to her. “There’s a heaviness that comes with a dynamic like ours. As your Dom, I feel it too. I may not be sporting a pretty new piece of jewelry, but I am carrying a considerable amount of responsibility to make sure I don’t fuck up the trust you’ve given me by wearing my bracelet.”

Austin nodded. “You have to trust me too, though. And yes, it feels a bit heavy for being such a light piece of metal.” She laid her head on his shoulder. Was that OK? She honestly didn’t know.

“Do I…” she paused. “Do I need to have permission to show affection?”

Patrick turned her head to face him. “Never. The middle of a punishment might not be the best time, but then again, if I’m blistering your bottom affection is probably the last thing you’ll want to show me,” he said with a wink.

“OK. That’s good. I just don’t know how all of this works still.”

“We’re learning together. Speaking of learning, here’s your next lesson. When you’re in my bedroom, clothes are not allowed so lose them now.”

Austin lifted her blouse above her head. She was still braless from the club and Patrick leaned his head in and captured a nipple in his mouth. Her breathing hitched as he suckled hard.

When he lifted his head, he motioned for her to continue.

Standing, she slipped off her shoes and lowered her skirt. As she lowered herself back onto the bed, Patrick stopped her and lifted her back into a standing position.

“Let’s review an important lesson before we go to sleep,” he said as he stood and moved behind her. His arms slid slowly around her until his hands came to capture her breasts, one in each hand.

“Who do these belong to?” he asked, kneading gently.

Austin whimpered as wetness gathered between her legs. “You, Sir,” she said on a gulp of air.

“Good.” One hand left her breast and came to rest on her hip before moving behind her. He gripped an ass cheek.

“And this perfectly grabbable ass? Who decides what happens to it?”

“You do, Sir.”

“That’s right. We’ll work up to anal, but I’ll own your ass in every way.”

His hand trailed around her front and rested above her pubic bone, his other hand still kneading at her breast. She knew what his next question would be as his fingers trailed between her legs and gripped her pussy.

“Your cunt is soaked. Who owns it?”

She gasped and sank against him as he slid one finger inside.

“You do, Sir,” she said again.

“I what?” he asked, sliding a second finger into her.

“You own my cunt, Sir. Agh!” she cried as he pinched one nipple roughly.

“Good girl. You passed your review.” He pressed a searing kiss to the tender spot where her neck and shoulders met and gave her a gentle pat on the ass.

“Into bed with you. We can get a good nap in before we land in New York.”

Was he seriously going to leave her this worked up? He did say he liked orgasm denial. She had no idea how she was supposed to sleep in this state, but she obediently moved to the head of the bed and pulled back the covers.

To her delight, Patrick lifted his shirt over his head, revealing tight, smooth abs. She’d been too lost in their scene to appreciate his shirtlessness earlier.

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