Page 32 of Heist

Chapter Nine

Patrick woke with a start. Reaching out, he realized the bed was empty. The alarm clock on Austin’s nightstand told him it was barely six in the morning. Silly girl hadn’t even slept two hours. Stretching, he let his mind drift to last night.

His cock hardened as he remembered the sounds she made as he fucked her with the dildo on the floor of the dungeon. He’d wanted desperately to bury himself in her but that could happen when they weren’t so exhausted.

Knowing he wasn’t going to fall back to sleep, he rolled out of bed, still wearing just his boxer briefs. He went in search of Austin, not bothering to dig clothes out of his duffle bag.

He found her in the living room kitchen combo area sitting on the couch cross-legged reading a stack of papers. She’d dressed in yoga pants and a tight tank top. The outline of her nipples taunted him as he approached.

The coffee pot on the nearby kitchen counter was half empty, and he had a feeling it had started out full.

“Got a second mug?” he asked as he leaned against the counter watching her.

“Shit. Did I wake you?” she said as her head jerked up.

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. How long have you been up?”

Austin shrugged and chewed on her bottom lip as she picked up her coffee cup.

“Austin.” His voice held warning and he knew it would awaken the submissive in her.

With a sigh she said, “About an hour. I had a bad dream about this case and had to get up and get to work. Are you upset with me?”

Patrick gave her a smile. ‘No, baby girl. I do wish you had slept more though.”

She leaned back against the couch and smirked at him. “I could get used to you hanging out in your underwear in my apartment.”

He chuckled and nodded his head to the coffee pot.

“Right,” she said. “There’s a clean mug in the dishwasher. Cream’s in the fridge if you want it.”

Patrick was already pulling the dishwasher door down. “Black is good.”

He watched her straighten an already tidy stack of papers as he poured his coffee. Was she nervous?

“I don’t really cook, but there’s a great little breakfast spot around the corner if you’re hungry.”

“Maybe after I shower,” he said. “I need to touch base with the museum about the diamond collection so don’t worry about me, OK? I’m going to stay out of your hair and let you work.”

Austin blew out a breath and moved the stack of papers again. Twisting her fingers in front of her she said, “This is weird. I’m sorry. I’m being weird. Is this weird for you?”

Patrick laughed at her nervous chatter. “It’s not weird, baby girl. It’s new. Neither of us were expecting this but speaking for myself, I’m glad to be here. It won’t feel so weird when we’re not sleep deprived and running on endorphins.”

Austin nodded and cleared her throat. “I hope so. I really enjoyed last night. I’m just not sure how I’m supposed to act right now. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Ah. There it was. He knew Austin well enough to know she always wanted to impress. It’s why she was up at six in the morning getting ready for a case she was probably already prepared for.

“I’ll be right back,” Patrick said. He placed his mug on the coffee table next to hers and jogged the short distance to the bedroom. There, he rummaged through his bag until he found a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

When he came back, Austin was still fidgeting. Her head lifted at the sound of his return and she frowned. “I mean, you didn’t have to take away my eye candy.”

Patrick chuckled and sat on the couch next to her. “I couldn’t have you eye fucking me when I’m trying to make you feel better.”

Her blush was instant, and he traced a line down her cheek. “Listen to me. You’re not my slave, you don’t have to act any differently than you would on a normal day at home. We’re exploring a new kind of relationship, but neither of us are unfamiliar with kink and D/s. Yes, I’m asking for your obedience and your respect but I’m not asking you to be any different than who you are.” One corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk. “I’m not saying your sass won’t be the source of a few spankings, but you like spanking, so I think we’re safe there. Just don’t blatantly disrespect the dynamic we’re trying to build, and we’ll be fine. This is supposed to be fun for both of us.”

Austin blew out a breath. “OK. I can work with that. Thank you for making me feel better. I’ll try not to fuck this up.”

“And I’ll make the same promise.” He dropped a kiss on her nose and brushed her hair behind her ear. “Let’s go get that breakfast, I can shower later.”

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