Page 69 of Heist

“I wonder how many times I can make you come before we get to Colorado. Or worse,” he paused for effect. “How long can I make you hold your orgasm back?”

She pleaded with him to let her come soon, and it was music to his ears.

“I’m feeling generous,” he teased with one more languid stroke. “Come whenever you want. I’m going to fuck you nice and hard now, baby girl, so get ready.”

She nodded as best she could in her bound position and Patrick wasted no more time with slow thrusts. As she screamed out her first orgasm, he gripped her hips and drove into her harder. They may not be able to escape their troubles, but he could damn sure make certain they forgot about them for a little while.

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Austin lay in a puddle with Patrick’s rope trying to catch her breath. She lost count of her orgasms after the fourth one. Patrick had stepped into the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, he held a rag and helped her clean up as well.

“Thank you,” she murmured as the warm cloth dragged across her well fucked pussy. She might be sore for a couple of days, but she wasn’t complaining.

“You have time for a shower before we land,” Patrick said as he pressed a kiss to her nose. “Then you can bundle the rope and join me in the main cabin.”

Austin gave him an exaggerated pout. “You don’t want to shower with me?”

Patrick chuckled. “I would love to, but I need to check in with Lance again and I’m not sure that shower is made for more than one person. Besides, you’re going to get a lot of me this weekend. Enjoy the alone time.”

Austin grinned. “Yes, Sir. I like the sound of that.”

She took her time in the shower and thought about their day. When the e-mail from the reporter had hit her inbox, she was worried it would overtake the weekend if she said anything so she’d decided to keep it to herself, but once she was naked in his bedroom, it was impossible to hid from him.

It felt better to have it off her chest, but she hoped it wouldn’t encroach on their escape. Once out of the shower and dressed again, she sat on the bed and worked on his rope. It was just two bundles, and she made quick work of it. The task was oddly calming. To sit and bundle the rope that had bound her while he fucked her. It helped keep her in the submissive headspace she sought, and now she understood why he asked her to do it.

When the rope was handled, she ran a brush through her still damp hair before stepping into the main cabin. She smiled at the sight of Patrick hunched over a tablet. He was in work mode, but the dominant air about him was still there.

Patrick turned when he heard her and motioned for her to join him.

“Hey, Austin,” a voice from the tablet said. She looked down to see Lance staring back at her.

“Hey, La… Master Lance,” she said as she settled into the seat next to Patrick.

Lance chuckled. “Good save. Tell me more about this e-mail you got.”

“Want me to forward it to you?” she asked.

“That’s a good place to start,” he said, before rattling off an address for her to send it to.

While she forwarded the e-mail, Lance asked Patrick how much longer they had in the air.

“Maybe forty-five minutes,” Patrick said.

“You should have that e-mail now,” Austin interjected.

“Thank you. I’ll see if it leads anywhere. Is it a reporter you’re familiar with?” he asked, his eyes drifting off screen.

Austin shook her head. “No but the magazine is one I’ve seen before. They do a lot of interesting pieces, so I’m surprised at the gossipy nature of the question to be honest.”

Lance nodded. “Thanks, Austin. I’ll see you two soon. Are you coming straight to the club?”

Patrick nodded. “We’re staying there this weekend. Talk then.”

When Lance’s face vanished from the tablet, Patrick set it aside and turned to face her. “How are you doing?” he asked, picking up her hand.

“I’m better now. Thank you for that. I’m ready for a weekend of fun with you.”

Patrick grinned. “Good girl, I’m proud of you. I’m sorry we have to bring some of this mess with us. I really wanted to forget it all.”

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