by Ivy Nelson
He brushed a wayward strand of hair from her cheek. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you strapped to the spanking bench last night with your hair all falling in your face.”
Austin relaxed into his touch and wrapped an arm around his neck. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured.
“We can’t let this get too far without talking limits, but I would really like to kiss you right now.”
Austin put her forehead against his. “I would like that very much.”
He tilted their heads until their lips connected, and Austin moaned as sparks seemed to travel straight from her mouth to her clit. It was a tender kiss, but Patrick was very much controlling it, and Austin was content to let him. His hand snaked into her hair and tugged as he deepened the kiss.
“Straddle my legs,” he commanded when he broke away. She scrambled to twist herself so she could plant a knee on either side of his lap in the big chair.
Both of his hands now tangled in her hair and he brought her head down to his again, reigniting their kiss.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said as he tore away from her. “We have to stop. I want nothing more than to order you to bend over that chair so I can fuck you, but I’m not having sex with you until we finish this conversation.”
Austin stuck her lip out in a pout and Patrick’s eyes narrowed. “Up,” he commanded. She squirmed off his lap and stood, but he quickly pulled her back down so she was laying across his knees. Three hard smacks landed on her ass, over her skirt, before he stood her up and said, “No pouting. Now, let’s go to the bar where I’m more likely to be able to keep my hands off of you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed as she stood and smoothed her skirt. Had she really just been spanked for pouting?
He stood and gathered the folder and a small black box she hadn’t noticed before. As he passed her chair, he bent and picked up her bag, slinging it over his shoulder.
Inside the bar area, Patrick found them a small table in the corner. “We might play later, so you can have a glass of wine or a beer, nothing stronger,” he told her.
“I’ll just have a Sam Adams please,” she said as she sat.
He dropped her bag under the table and sat the folder and box in front of his chair. “Be right back,” he said, squeezing her shoulder.
She watched as he made his way across the crowded room to the bar. It was early yet for a play party, so a lot of people were still milling about, enjoying a drink, and chatting with friends before they decided to make their way into the dungeon for some real fun.
He was back moments later with two beers, one of which he dropped in front of her.
“Now, let’s talk about what we expect of you as a house submissive first, and then we can talk about what you and I want to get out of this experience.”
Austin nodded and took a drink of her beer, grateful to have it.
Patrick flipped open the folder and pulled out a two-page stapled together document. “These are the basic house rules for submissives as well as the expectations of house Doms and board members.”
Austin read through the document. Most of it she knew already.
“When it says any of the house Doms or board members can punish me, what does that mean? I’m not comfortable with say, Eli, err, Master Eli, spanking me, as an example.”
Patrick nodded. “When we reach the limits list, we can talk about how to handle that. Basically, if you’re not comfortable with that sort of interaction with anyone but me, that’s fine. But, let’s say Russel catches you in violation of house submissive rules, your limits may prevent him from punishing you, but they won’t prevent him from parking your ass in the corner until he can find me to take care of it.”
Austin swallowed as memories of law school flooded back to her. Her Dom at the time enjoyed making her spend lengthy amounts of time in the corner.
“Where did your head go just now? It’s clearly not here.”
“Sorry. I was just thinking about how uncomfortable corner time makes me.”
Patrick laughed. “Then I guess you’ll be following the rules, won’t you?”
She nodded.
“Excuse me?” Patrick asked with a quirked-up eyebrow.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Better. Keep reading.”
She dropped her gaze to the rules page once more and continued reading.
“So, I have to work six hours a weekend? What kind of work will I be doing?”
“It can vary. If you like being behind the bar you can do that, or you can work at the reception desk. You can also be a demo bottom for the various demos we put on here. We also put house subs to work keeping the water stations filled, driving golf carts to and from the cabins, occasionally picking members up from the airport, that sort of thing. Lots of things need doing and the house subs take care of a lot of it.”
“So, I don’t like… have to sleep with the members or anything like that?”
Patrick chuckled. “No, Austin, this isn’t a prostitution ring. Though we did have one house sub who had a lot of fantasies about being used as a tool for sexual instruction, so she did let members try new types of play out on her. That was all her doing though, and we never forced it on her.”
Austin nodded. “That’s good. I only want to sleep with you.”
Patrick grinned. “You’re in luck. I want to sleep with you too, and I don’t share my toys very well. There is one thing we need to talk about though and that’s the masked gala.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Austin said, dropping the papers onto the table. “I’m just supposed to pretend you didn’t just call me your toy and not beg you to take me to a dark corner somewhere and fuck me?”
Patrick’s laughter caused others around them to stop and take notice. When he settled down, he said, “Oh sweet Austin, you can beg all you want, but I’m not going to fuck that gorgeous little cunt of yours until this is around your wrist.” He motioned to the small black box. “And this doesn’t go around your wrist until we finish this conversation, so focus.”
Austin swallowed, “Yes, Sir. I’m listening.”
“Good. The gala needs house submissives who can see to guests’ needs a little more personally. That will include fetching food and drinks, things of that nature, but we’re also looking for one thing each house submissive can offer to let people try out on them.”
“Try out?”
“Example, despite Holly not being a house sub, she’s offering to let people try wax play on her. We’ll have stations set up for all kinds of kinks, and we want people to feel comfortable trying things out. Elijah will also be on hand to demonstrate wax play on any subs or bottoms who want to feel it. So, the question is, is there something you would be willing to be a test subject for, knowing that I or one of the dungeon monitors would be around to make sure you stayed safe.”
Austin thought about it for a minute. “I’m usually willing to do impact play with just about anyone. Is there something in that department we could do?”
Patrick grinned. “I was hoping you would say that. Yes, we have one couple already demonstrating whips, but we could do paddles or some other form of spanking.”
Austin squirmed. The thought of being spanked by dozens of strangers was making her wet. Was that wrong?
“OK. Next, we need to pick a backup trainer for you. Don’t worry, you don’t have to fuck them or anything like that, but house subs need to have someone to report to at every party. Is there another Dom on the board or among the other house Doms who you would feel comfortable with?”
Austin knew immediately. “Lance. If he’s willing of course.”
“Try again, Austin,” he said quietly.
“Master Lance,” I mean.
“Good. Forget again and you go over my knee for a real spanking.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, suddenly feeling shy.
He reached across the table and picked up her hand. “Hey, you’re doing fine. But you’re going to fuck up sometimes. You might as w
ell just get used to the idea that at some point before the night is over, I’m going to have to blister your bottom. Just know I’m going to enjoy every minute,” he said with a wink.
“Jesus,” she whispered as a flood of moisture flooded her core. She wouldn’t be surprised if the crotch of her panties were soaked.
“Is there anything else in the rules you need to have clarified?”
“No, Sir,” she said as she picked up her beer and took another sip.
“Good. Let’s talk about what you and I want out of this then. In your application, you talk about enjoying having someone to be accountable to, and you also talk about fantasies of being owned. These two desires and kinks often go hand in hand, so nothing about that surprises me. The question is, what does fulfilling those needs and fantasies look like for us?”
Austin shook her head, unsure of how to answer. “I’ll be honest, Sir. I hadn’t thought about it in exactly those terms. I was just answering the questions.”
Patrick smiled. “I love the thrill of having a submissive under my command. I like knowing that if I snap my fingers, she’s going to jump to attention. But only if I also know that when I snap, her panties are going to get wet at the thought of whatever it is I’m about to command her to do.”
“That,” she whispered. “That’s always been my feeling about BDSM. If it doesn’t make my pussy wet, then it’s not for me.”
Patrick gave a low hum and leaned across the table. “So how wet is your pussy right now?”
Austin’s heart raced as his brown eyes bored into her. “Soaked, Sir.”
“Good girl. We’re almost done with the pesky conversation part of this night. You’re doing good. We’ll have many more conversations, but we don’t have to figure everything out in one night. The last thing I need to know from you is any hard and soft limits you may have.”
Austin nodded and reached for the bag under the table. That she had been prepared for. She pulled out her phone and navigated to a notes screen, then slid it across to him.
“Canes are a no go, got it,” he said as he read. “Why no writing as punishment?”
Austin giggled. “You remember I told you about my law school partner who would spank me for things?”
When Patrick nodded, she said, “Well, one time, he decided he would get clever after I had missed three important deadlines in a row. The third time, he told me spanking clearly wasn’t enough, so he needed to up the ante. After he spent like fifteen minutes on my ass with a hairbrush, he made me sit and write two thousand lines about how I wouldn’t miss any more deadlines. It was awful, I got a blister on my finger from holding the pen. So I said never again. I would rather get two thousand swats with a hairbrush than ever do that.”
Patrick grinned. “So noted. I’m having trouble picturing you missing deadlines though, so maybe it worked,” he said with a wink.
Austin crinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at him and immediately clapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry, Sir.”
Patrick shook his head. “It’s fine. We haven’t gotten to my rules yet. Your bottom is safe for now.”
“Speaking of your bottom, I see anal on your soft limits list,” he said, shifting topics again. “Why is that?”
Austin lifted one shoulder. “Just nervous about it. Never tried it. I’m not completely against it but I would like to build up to it.”
Patrick unclipped a pen from her folder and wrote something down. “I can live with that. One more limit to discuss and then we’re going to go to the dungeon. How submissive to me do you want to be outside of Solitaire?”
Austin hadn’t thought about that. “Is it possible for us to do things outside of the club?”
Patrick grinned. “It most certainly is. I actually have a proposition for you but wanted to get your reaction to my question first.”
Now Austin was curious. What kind of proposition could he have? “I’m certainly not against the idea. So long as nothing we do interferes with my job. I don’t want to get punished because I have to tell you no when I have an important court date or something.”
Patrick waved his hands in front of him. “Of course, that’s a given. I’m running a multi-billion-dollar company and have a bunch of projects on the side. I’m not interested in disrupting your work. I am interested in having some fun and advancing your training when our paths happen to line up outside the club.”
Austin gave a thumbs up. “I can agree to that.”
“Good. Where are you going when you leave Colorado tomorrow?”
“New York, why?”
Patrick smiled. “Perfect. I’m being asked to attend the unveiling of my father’s diamond collection at the museum in New York where they’re being donated. That’s all on Tuesday. What do you say to hopping on my plane and we’ll go together?”
Austin’s belly fluttered at the thought of taking Patrick home with her. It wasn’t something she normally did, but apparently this weekend was all about new experiences because she said, “I say, yes, Sir. That sounds good. I have a very important client meeting on Monday though so you can’t keep me up too late.”
Patrick winked. “Got it. No all-night submissive training sessions.”
Patrick closed the folder and lifted the small black box. “Are you ready for the real fun to begin?”
Austin swallowed and whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Let’s ramp up your fantasies a bit, shall we? My bracelet is inside this box. Let’s agree as soon as you put it on and for the next eight weeks, your body belongs to me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it,” he prodded.
“My body belongs to you, Sir,” she managed to say without stumbling.
“What does that mean, sweetheart?”
Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she struggled with what to say. “I…”
Patrick chuckled. “I’ll help you. It means I control your pleasure, I control your pain. Your pussy, ass and mouth, they’re all mine. And those gorgeous tits?” He held up his index finger and pointed at himself. “Mine.”
Austin felt her face heat with embarrassment and wanton desire as she nodded and whispered, “Yes, Sir. Yours.”
“Good girl. Give me your wrist.”
She slid a trembling hand across the table as he opened the box. The bracelet was silver with three simple orange diamonds, all made in a lab, set in it.
“Normally, a house submissive is only required to wear this at the club on weekends. It’s a quick way for others to know who is training you. But for you and me, it’s also a symbol of my ownership so it doesn’t come off for the next eight weeks. It’s simple enough that it won’t look out of place in a law firm. Am I clear?”
He slid the simple metal bracelet around her wrist and clasped it shut.
Austin nodded, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now, did you follow my instructions and bring your vibrator?”
With a shaky breath, Austin leaned down and pulled it out of her bag. The smile he gave her as he took it was pure sin. “This is mine for the next eight weeks, and if you have any more at home, they go in a box until the eight weeks are up.”
“You can’t be serious.” Austin blurted, as she tried to reach for the vibrator.
“What did I say, Austin? Who owns your pleasure?”
She didn’t realize how serious he was about that. “You do, Sir.”
“That’s right, so there will be no masturbating unless I tell you to.”
Austin masturbated regularly. This was going to be hard. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to keep me from coming for the next eight weeks,” she whimpered.
Patrick leaned back in his chair and twirled her vibrator in his fingers, making her squirm as he watched her. With a wink he said, “I’m not that much of an asshole. Besides, the thought of you coming around my cock is just too enticing, no matter how much I enjoy orgasm denial.”
Austin blew out a breath. “Oh, thank God.”
Patrick
laughed. “Let’s move to the dungeon and watch the party for a bit. Maybe later we’ll get into some fun.”
He stood and tucked her toy in his back pocket. As Austin stood on shaky legs, Elijah approached.
“Hey there, you two. How’s the conversation going?”
“Hey, Eli,” Austin said, reaching out for a hug.
“Oh Austin,” Patrick said, clucking his tongue as his hand fisted into her hair. “Try that again, and then get ready to have your butt spanked.”
He held her hair firm as she looked up at a now stern looking Eli. “Sorry, I meant Master Eli,” she said trying not to tear up.
Elijah’s scowl relaxed and he nodded to Patrick who let go of her hair. Then he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “You’ll get used to it.”
“That’s enough coddling. We need to go find a place where I can bend her over my lap,” Patrick said, tugging on her arm.
As they walked away, Austin couldn’t help but notice the grin on Eli’s face.
Bastard.
Chapter Seven
Patrick kept hold of Austin’s arm as he steered them through the dungeon. When he left for Colorado on Wednesday night, he hadn’t been expecting to play with Austin, let alone put his training bracelet on her. Now he was feeling the hum of excitement coursing through his veins as he gave in to his dominant side. At first it had been awkward as they got used to each other. Now he was fully in his role and would soon help Austin slip into that submissive headspace where they could create sensual magic together. His eyes roamed the nearly full dungeon looking for an empty play station.
A suspension frame with a chair next to it was open in the corner. A perfect place to start. He hadn’t intended to pull out his ropes tonight, but maybe after a spanking, Austin would want to try some rope play under the frame.
“Doing OK?” he asked as they approached their play space.
“Yes, Sir,” she said. Her voice trembled and Patrick stopped them under the wooden structure. Turning her to face him, he backed them up to the leg of the frame so her leg was against it and let his hands cup her face, drifting down to her neck.
“You sound terrified. You’ve done this before, baby girl. Just relax for me.”
