Page 51 of Heist

“No, Sir.”

“So, what’s your choice, baby girl?”

“I… I’ll take the second one,” she said, her voice wavering as she spoke.

Patrick tousled her hair. “Good girl. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Austin pushed herself to standing and followed him into the luxury suite’s bedroom. Patrick pulled her into his arms and gave her a breath-stealing kiss. Heat curled between her legs and she couldn’t wait for the orgasm she knew he was about to give her even if it meant trying anal play for the first time.

“I want you on the bed on all fours with your ass in the air for me,” he said when he pulled away.

She crawled onto the bed and got into position.

“Rest on your elbows instead of your wrists. It will be more comfortable,” he said, trailing his fingers down one thigh. “Not to mention I’ll have better access.”

“Better,” he said when she readjusted for him. “Just wait right there.”

She could hear him opening a bag, probably his toy bag, but she had no way of seeing what he was doing without moving out of position.

“I bought this for you,” he said when he approached the bed. He set a leather case in front of her and flipped it open. Nestled in velvet were four butt plugs in various sizes. The biggest one was slightly bigger around than Patrick’s cock.

“Fuck,” Austin whispered. “Is it too late to change my mind and take the spanking?”

Patrick chuckled as he traced a finger up her spine. She shuddered, his finger tickled.

“You can always change your mind, but don’t freak out on me just yet.” He lifted the smallest plug from the velvet-lined box. “This is the one I want to use. It will be uncomfortable at first, but you’ll forget all about it by the time I’m making you come.”

Austin highly doubted she could forget about something like that, but she nodded her consent. “OK. I’ll try.”

He tugged her up by her hair for a rough kiss, then helped her back into position. She soon felt him standing behind her and shuddered when he rested a hand on one ass cheek. “Relax, baby.”

She did her best to steady her breathing but jumped when she felt a cold liquid land on her backside and drip between her ass cheeks. Patrick chuckled. “Just some lube.”

He pressed a finger to her tight rosebud, and she couldn’t help but tense despite her best efforts. With gentle massaging circles, he worked the lube into her and slipped a finger just past the first knuckle. It didn’t hurt, just felt odd. It took all of her willpower not to pull away from his hand.

She heard the lube bottle snap shut seconds before she felt the tip of the plug at her entrance.

“We’ll take this slow. Take a deep breath for me.”

As she sucked in a deep breath, he applied pressure and she felt the plug try to enter her. But she was still fighting it subconsciously. Expelling the air from her lungs, she gripped the bedspread.

“One more time,” he coaxed.

She breathed in deeply through her nose. This time, the plug popped into place. There was a sharp twinge that quickly faded as the toy slid past her tight ring. Despite it being such a small plug, she felt very full.

“How’s that?” he asked as he slid his hand lower until he found her clit.

“Different,” she murmured, relaxing into the feel of his finger as he circled her throbbing clit.

“But not bad?” A finger slid into her slick pussy now.

“No, Sir. It feels good now,” she gasped as a second finger filled her.

“Good. I’m going to finger fuck this tight little cunt now. You have permission to come when you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice grew lowered as he inserted a third finger and began to pump in and out of her. The feeling of his rough fingers combined with the plug was intense. When his other hand found her clit again, she cried out. An orgasm wouldn’t be far off.

“I like seeing your ass filled with this plug while I get you off,” Patrick said, his fingers still moving at the same punishing rhythm.

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