Page 97 of Heist

Austin swallowed and nodded, adding a whispered, “Yes, Sir,” before she turned toward the clerk’s office.

When Patrick slid into the backseat of the waiting limo, he called his hotel and arranged for lunch to be set up in his suite by the time they arrived. If it was his dominance and the thought of his punishment that turned her on, he would give it to her. Minutes later, the car door opened, and he could see the longing in her eyes. She wanted him and that made his need for her even stronger. He patted the seat next to him, and she silently snuggled close to him as the driver pulled away from the curb. Soon they were inching along in New York traffic.

After several minutes of silence, Patrick fisted a hand into her hair and turned her face to his. “Tell me what you did wrong that earned you a trip over my knee.”

She whimpered as he tightened his grip at the nape of her neck. “I told you to shut up, Sir,” she said.

“And do good little submissives tell their Doms to shut up? Ever?” he asked, keeping his voice stern and his gaze hard.

When she frantically shook her head, he continued. “And do good little submissives do things to purposely earn punishment?”

Again, she shook her head. “No, Sir,” she whispered, her eyes wide.

“What should you do if you want me to spank your ass?”

Austin swallowed. “Ask you to do it, Sir.”

He loosened his grip on her hair and dragged his hand to cup her cheek. “So, ask me.”

“I…” Her gaze dropped and his hand moved like lightning to tug her hair again, so she was forced to meet his eyes once more.

“I said ask me, Austin.”

At the sound of her name on his lips, closed her eyes. “Will you please spank me, Sir?” Her voice was thick with need and he couldn’t wait to get them back to the hotel. Traffic meant they would be in the car for a while though. He cupped her cheek again.

“You’re lucky I brought my toy bag on this trip with me or I would have to drag you to an adult toy store to pick out a paddle to spank you with.”

Austin blushed but giggled as she rubbed her face against his palm. “That actually sounds hot, Sir.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at her. He often forgot how much she enjoyed public forms of play. Without saying a word, he pulled up the address for a nearby adult toy store and opened the privacy panel to show the map to his driver.

Beside him, Austin squirmed, and he wrapped an arm tightly around her. “Be still,” he chided as he tucked his phone back into his pocket.

They pulled into the parking lot of the store a few minutes later and Austin stared at him in horror when she realized where they were. “I didn’t think you would actually bring me to one,” she said as he tugged her out of the car.

“What can I say,” he said close to her ear. “I like making my baby girl do things she thinks is hot. I bet your pussy is going to be dripping by the time we leave here.”

Austin squirmed away from him, but he kept hold of her hand and steered her toward the door. This wasn’t an average adult store. It was a luxury boutique that stocked a variety of high-end items for all kinds of sexual pleasure. Thanks to the popularity of a mainstream romance novel that featured BDSM, most stores had recently expanded their kink sections with cheap paddles, floggers, and bondage equipment, but this store stocked handcrafted items made by some of the most talented people in the kink community. Solitaire had even contracted with some of the artists who stocked items in the store.

“I didn’t know there were toy stores for the mega rich,” Austin whispered as she looked around in awe.

A store clerk stepped from behind the counter and stretched her hand out. “It’s good to see you again, Patrick. Are you in the market for something specific? We’ve got a great new selection of Cherrywood paddles, and just today, I got a collection of vibrators that are just amazing, and I know how much you like vibrators,” she said with a wink.

Austin whirled her head to face him, a question clearly on the tip of her tongue. He silenced her with a gentle finger on her lips before he turned to the clerk and shook her outstretched hand.

“My girl and I are here to look at some paddles, Rachel.”

“Of course. We rearranged some things since you were here last. They’re in that back corner,” she said pointing a well-manicured finger in the general direction of the paddles.

Turning to Austin she said, “Nice to meet you, sweetie. I can’t say he’s ever brought a girl toy shopping with him before so you must be special.”

Bless her, Patrick though. They had played together a few times and he hadn’t been expecting to run into her here. Rachel was doing her best to make Austin feel better about having run into an ex.

Austin seemed to have recovered because she offered Rachel a friendly smile and a handshake. “Good to meet you, I’m Austin.”

As Rachel was about to respond, the front door opened so she excused herself to greet the new customer.

“I’m sorry,” Patrick said when she’d stepped away. “I honestly forgot she worked here.”

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