by Ivy Nelson
Patrick winced. “Shit. I’m sorry, Holls. I swear. I was just going to give her a quick spanking, and I got carried away and turned it into a scene.”
“You’re lucky I like you most of the time,” she said coming around the couch to sit next to him.
Elijah found them a minute later. “There you are, baby. I was missing you,” he said with a wink.
“She’s over here assaulting me,” Patrick said with a smirk, knowing Elijah would scold her.
“Holly,” Elijah said in a stern voice. “I know he’s your brother, but he’s also a house Dom and you’re my submissive. You may not have to call him by his title but you’re damn sure not going to hit him in a dungeon full of members.”
“Well I had to walk up on him shoving a dildo into Austin’s pussy. He’s supposed to warn me when he’s going to play in here.”
Elijah chuckled. “You’re right. But wait until we’re away from the club to smack him next time, please.”
Holly huffed but said, “Yes Sir,” when Elijah deepened his frown.
“Where is Austin?” Elijah asked, perching on the arm of the couch next to Holly.
“Sent her for a quick behind-the-scenes tour with Simon.”
“She seem to be settling into the role OK?”
Patrick nodded with a smile. “Yeah. I think she’ll do just fine. Might have to work on the sass a little bit. Don’t tell her that I secretly kinda like it.”
Elijah grinned. “As long as you don’t tell this one that I like her smart mouth.”
Holly turned her head up to him and said, “You like it wrapped around your cock.”
Patrick groaned. “OK. OK. I get it. Payback’s a bitch. I promise I’ll warn you next time. I do not need the image of you sucking Elijah’s cock in my head.”
Holly smirked and Elijah patted her on the head. “Wasn’t that so much better than hitting him?”
Holly nodded her head enthusiastically, and Patrick watched Elijah’s eyes heat with desire.
“That’s my cue to leave.”
Elijah gave him a thumbs up, and Patrick flipped him off just for good measure. As he walked away, he heard Elijah say, “How about you show me how much you like my cock.”
Patrick sprinted the rest of the way through the dungeon. When he reached the bar, he found Austin laughing with Mitch and Simon as Mitch walked her through some of the basics behind the bar. He slid along the wall to a table in the corner so she wouldn’t see him.
She seemed at ease now, laughing with friends. It was a joy to watch. Garrett approached his table. “This seat open?”
“It’s all yours,” Patrick said. “How is Isabelle enjoying her first night?”
“Right now, she’s not,” Garrett said with a smirk. “Girl has a mouth on her so she’s in the corner in the interview room with a red ass. How about Austin?”
Patrick tilted his head at the bar and Garrett’s gaze followed. “Fitting in well then.”
“Want to go order a drink and give her a little test? She was having trouble remembering how to address the Doms.”
Garrett laughed. “I could use a beer. You want one?”
Patrick nodded. “If she fucks up, send her over here. If she passes, just let her be.”
Garrett signaled his understanding and headed for the bar. Patrick watched as he snapped his fingers at Austin who quickly straightened and walked to where Garrett stood. He watched her wince and knew instantly that she’d forgotten. Poor girl would learn eventually. Sure enough, Austin slid two beers to Garrett and followed him to their table with her head bowed.
Garrett handed him the second beer and turned to Austin. “Tell Master Patrick what you did wrong, sub.”
“I forgot what I’m supposed to call him, Sir,” she whispered. “Please don’t punish me again.”
Patrick shook his head and pointed to the floor in front of him. When she knelt the way he wanted, he grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You’re lucky. My sister is playing in the dungeon so I can’t go in there, and we do not allow play in the bar, or you would already be getting your ass spanked. You can avoid a trip over my knee by apologizing to Master Garrett. If I’m satisfied with your apology, we’ll forget it happened. If I’m not, we’ll find a private place where I can spank you again while he watches.”
Austin swallowed and bowed her head. Apologies were hard for most people. Would she rise to the challenge? With a deep breath, Austin turned her attention to Garrett.
“I’m sorry for disrespecting you, Master Garrett. I’m still learning but that’s no excuse. It won’t happen again.”
Patrick was once again awed by how hard she was trying to please him. He nodded his approval to Garrett who gently patted her on the head. “It takes some getting used to when you’ve been around us in a different role, but I can assure you we’ll help you learn. I accept your apology little one.”
Austin’s shoulders sagged and she turned her attention to Patrick again. It was apparent in her gaze that she was hoping he was satisfied. With a smile he caressed her face. “Very well done. You’re learning quickly.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Is Simon done showing you around?”
“Yes, Sir,”
“Good. Are you ready to go to the hotel?”
Her nod was instant. “Yes, please, Sir.”
He chuckled. “I’m not allowed in the dungeon right now, so I need you to go get our bags. I left them by the couch. Don’t be surprised if you walk up on a blow job scene.”
“Can I stay and watch?” she asked with a grin.
“Oh. We have a voyeur on our hands. No, you may not,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m ready to take you home and fuck you.”
Austin smirked and scurried off to get their bags.
Garrett was laughing when Patrick turned his attention to him. “I should have known you would sleep with her on the first night.”
“Shut up, Garrett,” Patrick said with a teasing scowl. “I saw Isabelle. Don’t tell me you don’t want to sleep with her.”
Garrett chuckled. “Doesn’t matter what I want. We’ve met three times and she’s not interested in that with me. Just wants to be a house sub because she can’t afford dues and wants to fulfill a few submissive fantasies while she’s at it. But yes, given the chance I would absolutely take her to bed. Speaking of Isabelle, I suppose I’ve left her to stew long enough. I should get back to her.”
Patrick shook the man’s hand. When he was gone, he drained his beer and waited for Austin to return. When she came back, he stood and took the bags from her. She followed him to the lobby without a word. Patrick spotted Lance talking to Cassie and her new Dom at the reception desk and motioned for Austin to stop. “Before we leave, you should ask Lance if he’s willing to be your backup trainer.”
“Now?” she squeaked. “How do I even ask such a thing?”
Patrick chuckled. “However you ask, you better work a Master Lance in there.” He pushed her towards the desk with a pat on the butt. The threesome at the desk looked up when they approached.
“Hey you two. Leaving already?” Lance asked.
Patrick nodded. When Austin didn’t say anything he said, “Austin has something she’d like to ask you.”
Austin blew out a shaky breath. “Master Patrick says I need a backup trainer if there’s a time he can’t be here. Will you be my back up, Master Lance?”
Patrick chuckled when she added the Master Lance as an afterthought.
Lance smiled kindly. “I would be delighted. What’s your stance on being punished by a Dom other than Patrick?”
“I like how everyone just assumes I’m going to fuck up,” Austin said with a huff.
“Watch it,” Lance said. “A house sub is to be respectful at all times.”
“Sorry, Master Lance. To answer your question, I’m OK with you doing it if Pat… Master Patrick isn’t here but nobody else.”
“Why me?” he asked.
Patrick could tell he was
making her uncomfortable, but it was good for her.
Austin squirmed and looked back at Patrick.
“Answer his question.”
Austin sighed. “Because we played together at one of Hunter’s parties in Vegas one time, and I liked the way you spanked me.”
Patrick chuckled. So that’s why she was quick to pick Lance as her backup.
Lance leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m honored. If I have to punish you, you will not like the way I spank you.”
Austin’s face heated and Patrick had mercy on her. “That’s enough tormenting her for one night. We’re going home now. Thanks Lance.”
Austin murmured goodnight to everyone, and they went outside where a car was waiting.
In the car, Austin asked for her phone out of her bag. They were both sought after in their businesses, so Patrick knew better than to deny her request. He probably needed to glance at his own phone too.
“Shit,” Austin said into the dark as the car drove them down the hill.
“What’s wrong?”
“I think I need to get on a plane tonight.”
Chapter Eight
Austin tossed her clothes and toiletries into her suitcase and looked around the room, checking to make sure she had left nothing behind. As she was checking the bathroom, a knock sounded. It would be Patrick. Jogging to the door, she pulled it open.
“Do you always open the door without checking to see who it is?” he asked, his brows knitted together, and his lips turned down in a scowl. Despite her need to bolt out of town, his dominant demeanor with her hadn’t changed. He’d simply made flight arrangements for them on his private jet and told her to get packed.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “Are we ready to leave?”
Patrick trailed a finger down her cheek, sending her pulse into overdrive. “You seem stressed. Let’s get to the airfield. The jet will be waiting for us by the time we get there.”
“Thank you, I’m sorry we have to rush off.”
“No need to apologize, baby girl. We already established that you and I are busy people. Where’s your suitcase?”
Austin stepped back and let him into the room so he could pick up her bag. He’d slung his duffle bag over his shoulder, so he tugged the handle up on her rolling case and pulled it behind him. “This all you have?” he asked, surprise lacing his tone.
“Light traveler,” she said with a shrug.
When he got back to her, he used his free hand to cup her jaw and lean in for a kiss.
Her heart felt like it skipped a beat. How was it that less than forty-eight hours ago, they were just friends, and now she was wearing his submissive training bracelet and kissing him? His fingers linked with hers and together they walked down the hallway to the bank of elevators.
Her phone rang as they stepped into the hotel lobby.
“I’m here,” she said to her boss.
“How quickly can you get back to New York?” Mr. Thorley asked.
“I’m on my way to the airport now. A friend happened to be available to loan me his jet. I’ll be home tonight and can meet with the client first thing in the morning.”
“Tomorrow is fine. It’s late, there’s nothing to be done tonight anyway. Sorry we had to interrupt your weekend away.”
“The job is the job. Will you be joining me at the detention center or am I flying solo?”
“It’s all yours, Miss Yates. I trust you. I sent you an email with the arrest information if you want to look over it.”
Austin thanked her boss and ended the call. Her client, the New York madam, had been arrested after making bail, and this time, it would be hard to convince a judge to let her out again. From the sounds of it, she was taking a prostitute across state lines. At least that’s what the police said. Her client had a different story.
“Everything OK?” Patrick asked as they stepped outside where a car was waiting for them.
“As OK as it can be. Just an unexpected hitch in plans for a client’s defense. I thought I had until Monday to prepare but things are moving faster than expected.”
Patrick handed the bags to the driver and opened Austin’s door. “After you.”
Patrick’s arm slid around her as he settled into his seat. “How much work do you need to do on the plane?”
Austin shrugged. “Not sure yet. There isn’t a lot I can do. I spent the flight to Colorado reading up on the case. It just got handed to me a few days ago, and the plan was a Monday meeting with the client. I need to read the details of her arrest and see if there’s anything I can use. Why do you ask?”
“I just want to know if I can ask you to put the work out of your mind for a bit once we get in the air. It’s almost a four-hour flight. I’m not going to try and play with you, but it will make me feel better if you take a nap with me.”
Austin stifled a yawn at the mention of a nap. She rarely slept much when she was in the thick of a case, but sharing a bed with Patrick was appealing. “I can do that. I’ll read up on the arrest now. Maybe by the time we get to the plane I’ll know if there’s anything else I can do.”
Patrick kissed the crown of her head. “I’ll leave you to it then.”
The arrest had happened only hours earlier, so the details were scant. It would be morning before a full report was filed and made available to Austin. After sending an email to three paralegals at her firm asking them to research a variety of statutes in both states in question, she checked news sites to see if anything had made local headlines. Federal charges would likely be filed now that she’d crossed state lines.
When she was done with her work, they were pulling up to Patrick’s jet. They had been lucky that his pilot was able to be ready to fly so soon.
“Everything’s ready for you, Mr. Sutton. We can be in the air in fifteen minutes if you and Miss Yates will take your seats,” the pilot said when they stepped out of the car. He was waiting for them at the foot of the stairs.
On the plane, Patrick sat across from Austin and a flight attendant offered them a preflight drink. Patrick asked for Scotch, but Austin turned the drink down.
“I’ll take your phone,” he said when the attendant walked away.
“Oh really?” One eyebrow quirked up as she stared at him.
Patrick tapped his fingers on his arm rest. “Don’t test me, Austin. Phone. Now. You don’t need it while we’re in the air.”
Austin huffed but placed the phone in Patrick’s outstretched palm. He pulled out a charger and plugged the device in below the seat.
Clever bastard, wasn’t he?
When the attendant returned with Patrick’s scotch and a bottle of water for Austin, she informed them that they would take off in five minutes and would be at cruising altitude within twenty. “You’ll be free to move to the bedroom at that point,” she said before stepping away to finish prepping for takeoff.
Oh geeze. Was she insinuating that she thought Patrick was about to fuck her when they took off? How embarrassing. Austin shook her head at the absurdity of her embarrassment, considering the scene she’d shared with Patrick earlier that night. He’d fucked her with a dildo while she was tied up naked in a room full of people. This should not be embarrassing her, and yet, she could feel her cheeks growing warmer by the second.
Patrick chuckled. “I can see your wheels turning over there. I told them we had an early morning tomorrow and would want to sleep during the flight.”
Austin blew out a breath. That made sense.
“Tell me how you’re feeling about tonight,” Patrick said when the plane began to move down the runway.
Austin looked down at her hands. “I think I’m still in shock to be honest.”
Patrick gave a slow chuckle. “I understand. I am too. But put that aside and think about the way we played. Was it too much? Not enough? What did you like and dislike about it?”
Austin had never had such a detailed debrief of one of her scenes before. This was more than a little nerve-racking.
“If you had described point for point what you were going to do I might have balked, but looking back on our conversation about limits and likes, I see how you managed to work everything you did to me into the conversation without telling me what you had planned. In the moment, it was hot as fuck. Looking back, it’s still hot, though I’m pretty sure I saw your sister at one point and that was kind of weird.”
Patrick grimaced. “Sorry about that, I’m supposed to warn her when I’m playing in the dungeon, and you distracted me.”
“Oh sure, blame me,” she teased.
Patrick grinned. “I’ll try to do better in the future. It’s still awkward for me to have my sister there, but I’m getting used to it.”
Austin nodded and veered the conversation back to the original question. “Overall, the scene was great. Were you serious about me not being able to masturbate with toys anymore?”
Patrick nodded. “As a heart attack, baby girl. Can you tell me why that might be?”
Austin felt her face heat and her pussy clench. She knew the answer he was looking for, but saying the words out loud had her tense.
“You can answer me now, or you can answer me after I spank you again. It’s up to you, baby girl. Would a red ass help you talk to me?”
“No, Sir,” she whispered.
“So, answer the question. Why would I make sex toys a no-no?”
Austin swallowed. “Because you own my body.”
“You can be more specific than that.”
Warmth flooded her face and her core. “You own my pussy. My pleasure.”
It came out a husky whisper that had her reaching for her water bottle.
“Very good girl.”
They were in the air now and Austin could tell the plane was leveling out. “I need to touch base with Eli and Lance. I normally do a quick tour of the property on Sunday before I head back home. You go on into the bedroom and wait for me. I’ll be along shortly.”
Austin unbuckled her seatbelt. “Yes, Sir,” she said, picking up her water to take with her.
In the spacious bedroom, Austin perched on the edge of the bed and twisted the small silver bracelet around her wrist. She hadn’t taken a lot of time to study it until now because everything happened so fast. It was a gorgeous piece of jewelry that would indeed match anything she wore.
