Page 66 of Heist

Chapter Eighteen

I’m hiring Jackson Fischer,” Patrick said, watching carefully to see how Austin would respond.

She glared at him from across the table in the small cafe where they’d met for lunch.

“Why now?”

“Because the police have stopped looking. You said we would give them a fair shot and I think we have. It hasn’t even been a week and the DA has already requested a new trial date because they aren’t going to be ready for the first one.”

Austin sighed. “That’s just the way trials work. That’s why I told you it was our first trial date. It’s probably going to get moved six more times because both sides are going to have motions to file, judges will go on vacation, things will get moved around. It’s just the nature of the system.”

Patrick knew she was right, but it was still frustrating. In the last week, it felt like they’d argued more they’d played, and he’d had to fly back to California twice. Now, they were having lunch in New York before they flew to Colorado for the weekend. It was time to resume Austin’s training, and she was going to take on some more of her duties as a house submissive tonight as well.

A shift in reception with Isabelle since Cassie couldn’t be there along with a spanking demo. Friday nights almost always had a demo, and this time Patrick had volunteered. He’d been asked to do rope, but he’d only done one rope scene with Austin and they needed to be more familiar with each other in rope before they did a demo for the masses.

“If he’s there tonight, I’m talking to him while you do your shift at the reception desk.”

Austin sighed and waved her hand. “Fine. I guess if your mind is made up, I can’t talk you out of it.”

Patrick grinned. “No, you can’t. Are you ready to put all this aside for the weekend? You’ve been very lax with your submissive protocols this week. I think we need to work on that.”

Austin winced. “I know. I’m sorry, Sir. I promise to be on my best behavior this weekend. And thank you for not being too hard on me. I like being your submissive, but I also…”

“Need to be a smart ass sometimes?” he teased. “I know. You value your freedom and I’ve done my best to give it to you.”

Austin smiled. “Yes, you have. I know all the legal stuff is a big strain on what we have. It will be good to set it all aside and just be Dom and sub for a couple days.”

“I hope you mean that because I’m going to ramp up your training this weekend.”

He watched her throat work on a swallow and knew she was nervous about where he might take them. He’d made sure his suite was free this weekend so they could stay at Solitaire the whole time. He was even bringing food in. As little of the outside world as possible was going to be let in.

Hopefully, she would take to and blossom under his dominance.

They finished their lunch and headed for his jet. He’d packed her bag for her, choosing from the array of kinky clothes she liked to wear at the club. It had been a fun game to help get her back into her submissive mindset after a week of being mostly out of it.

On the plane, he informed her that as soon as the captain turned off the seatbelt sign, he would take her to the bedroom where he would induct her into the mile-high club. Something she’d confessed to wanting not long after their first flight together. Making her take a nap instead of fucking her had apparently been a huge disappointment.

Patrick settled into the sleek leather chair next to Austin and draped an arm around her shoulders. The flight attendant offered them drinks and Austin asked for an Old Fashioned. Patrick stuck with his scotch.

“Is there anything you want to try in the dungeon?” he asked when the attendant was gone.

Austin turned her head to the ceiling before answering. “I think I’d like to try more rope. I know there are all kinds of ways to play with it.

Patrick grinned. “That’s certainly true. We’ll try something a little more intense this weekend then. I’m glad you like it.”

“What could possibly be more intense than what you did the last time we played with rope?”

Patrick gave a dark chuckle. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Austin squirmed next to him as the attendant brought their drinks. “We’ll be taking off shortly,” she said with a polite smile as she backed away.

A few minutes later, the plane roared down the runway and Patrick turned to Austin and said, “You have about ten more minutes before I ask you to hand over your phone until we land in Colorado. Once we get there, you’ll have limited access. I know we both have to stay reachable, but we’re going to focus on each other and the club this weekend, OK?”

Austin nodded as she lifted her phone to check for notifications.

Patrick sighed and slipped a hand beneath her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You can do better than that, Austin.”

She swallowed under his penetrating gaze and whispered, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

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