Heist: A Diamond Doms Novel

by Ivy Nelson

  Austin rolled over and smiled at him. “I guess I see the benefits of your little game. But work has sucked the last couple of days. I don’t like being horny all the time.”

  Patrick leaned down and kissed her as his hand trailed between her legs. She jumped as his hand cupped her pussy. “That’s a shame, because I like it when you’re horny. You coming to me every night with a soaking wet cunt is the highlight of my day.”

  Austin whimpered as he worked her to a frenzied need again with his fingers.

  “Can I please come for you, Sir,” she begged in a breathy voice filled with lust and need.

  He was silent until he felt her tense, trying to hold back the onslaught of pleasure. Leaning close to her ear, he let his breath flutter over her neck and shoulder. “Come,” he said.

  Her body convulsed beneath his gentle massaging, and he studied her face as it contorted from the intense sensation of the orgasm crashing through her. It was a delightful thing to watch her come undone. Orgasm denial may always be a favorite game of his, but the end result of her falling apart in his hands was the real reason he loved it.

  “That’s a good girl,” he crooned as he pulled his hand away. “You’re learning to respond to me so well.”

  Austin shuddered as the last of the aftershocks left her system. “Thank you,” she murmured.

  “You ready for dinner now?” he asked.

  Before she could answer, Austin’s phone rang.

  “Shit,” she said, jumping off the bed to retrieve it. Patrick watched as she answered.

  “Fuck,” she said to the caller. “How long do you think we have?”

  Patrick sat up straight on the bed. This was about him. Had the fingerprints come back?”

  “Thanks for the heads up. I owe you one,” she said.

  She turned to him with a grim expression. “That was a friend from the crime lab. Some of the fingerprints are yours.”

  “So, what does that mean for me? We’ve already established that I was in the vault.”

  Austin nodded. “It means the police can arrest you now. The DA may not file charges yet, but they have enough to lock you up and arraign you. It’s really not going to make things better with the media.”

  Patrick nodded. “So how long do we have?”

  Austin shook her head. “The results just got processed. The police department will get them tomorrow. We could always hop on a plane to Colorado and slow them down. You’re under no legal obligation to stay in New York if no charges have been filed.”

  Patrick shook his head. “That would look like I’m running. We’ll wait it out here. I’m sure you can get bail handled. I need to be able to travel back and forth to California, but I can surrender my passport if it helps.”

  Austin held up a hand. “Woah buddy. You’re getting ahead of yourself. Let me worry about the bail hearing if it comes to that. I promise, I’ve done this a few times.”

  Patrick smiled and stood to cross the room. "Let’s go have dinner in the hotel restaurant and I’ll try not to worry about it” It was a Sunday, and Patrick hated that they’d missed a weekend at Solitaire, but it hadn’t been all bad. Things were about to get serious again and he had a feeling that by tomorrow afternoon he would be sitting behind bars hoping to be granted bail.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Shit, Shit, Shit. Austin paced her office as she tried Patrick’s number for a third time. Pulling up the warrant database, she finally saw one with Patrick’s name on it. They had probably already served it and that’s why he wasn’t answering. She had no way of knowing which precinct they’d taken him to, though. There was nothing to do but wait for his call.

  It came twenty minutes later. “I’m so sorry,” she blurted when she accepted the call. “I’ve been keeping an eye on things and thought I would have time to warn you.”

  When she was done gushing, Patrick said. “It’s fine. I’m at the Midtown North precinct. How soon can you get here?”

  “I’m already walking to the elevator. Just remember to keep your mouth shut until I get there. I know you’re a smart guy but even the most innocent statement can mess us up here and we want a clean shot at bail.”

  Patrick chuckled. “Austin, I’ve got this. I promise I heard you the last twelve times you told me to keep my mouth shut.”

  Austin winced. “Sorry. I just really don’t want you to have to spend the night in a holding cell.”

  “I would prefer not to have to do that as well. I have faith in you, and I promise I’m heeding your warnings. Now shut up and get here.”

  Austin giggled. “Yes, Sir.” Why the fuck was she giggling? He was in jail. She shook her head, disgusted with herself.

  When she was in the back of a car, she began making calls to get him into court for a hearing as quickly as possible and managed to get him on the docket that afternoon. Luck of the draw gave her a judge she liked.

  By the time she walked into the precinct, she was poised and ready to work. Patrick’s processing had finished by the time she arrived, so they took her straight to him. They’d taken his tie, belt, and loose items in his pockets, so he looked a bit disheveled. Austin made a mental note to get him a tie and belt for court.

  “We’ve got a hearing in two hours, and it’s in front of a judge who likes to release people on their own recognizances. Just go along with me in court, and we’ll have you out of here before the ink is dry on your intake paperwork.

  Patrick nodded. “I definitely like the sound of that, Miss Yates. What do we do now?”

  “Now, we sit here and discuss your case, so you don’t have to go back to your holding cell right away.”

  Patrick lifted one corner of his mouth. “I’m sure we can find plenty to talk about then.”

  They rehashed everything they knew about the disappearance of the diamonds, and Austin walked him through what the bail hearing would be like. Patrick couldn’t help but flirt periodically, causing Austin to scowl.

  When they had exhausted their time, and the guard came to walk him back to the holding cell, Austin promised to be waiting for him in half an hour when it was time to go to the courthouse. There, she would have his tie and belt waiting for him. She would track him down a comb too. He seemed incapable of keeping his fingers out of his hair. Not that she blamed him. Being locked up was scary for anyone, even a billionaire investor like Patrick—maybe especially for a billionaire investor like Patrick.

  At the courthouse, she waited in the holding room for Patrick to be brought to her. They were alone, but she resisted the urge to press her lips to his since surveillance cameras were watching. When he was tucked in and buttoned up, she handed him a comb.

  “That bad?” he asked as he ran the comb through his messy hair.

  She smiled. “Just want you to look your best for the judge. It can make a difference.”

  Patrick nodded and returned the comb. As their fingers connected, she let her hand linger on his for a moment before pulling away. God, she hoped the judge would be on their side today.

  Since she’d rallied a hearing so quickly, the DA trying the case was unable to be there, so they sent a rookie. It was just a bond hearing.

  After Austin entered a not guilty plea for Patrick, the rookie from the DA’s office asked for a quarter of a million for bail. That would be easy for Patrick to come up with, but Austin was going to make sure he didn’t have to.

  “Your honor, the defense would like to ask the court to release Mr. Sutton on his own recognizance. He has no prior record and has ties to not only this community, but California as well, where he runs a successful company. The evidence the state has is circumstantial at best, and my client should not have to remain behind bars or pay an outrageous sum of money while the DA’s office builds their case.”

  The judge was quiet for a moment while he studied the file. “Is your client prepared to stay in the state of New York, Miss Yates?”

  “Your honor, Mr. Sutton has business here and in California, as well as Colorado, but
he is willing to surrender his passport and supply a list of his residences in the states where he has business. Again, my client should not have to suffer while the DA tries to build a case against him.”

  “You’ve made your point about that, Miss Yates. Does the prosecution have any objection to this?”

  The rookie fumbled with his paperwork while Austin tapped a pen against the defense table.

  “Um. The DA’s office stands by our bail request your honor.”

  The judge shook his head at the unprepared attorney.

  “Very well then. I’m going to side with the defense and release Mr. Sutton on his own recognizance provided he surrenders his passport. The court clerk will issue a trial date. Hopefully by that time the DA will be a little more prepared than they are today.”

  Austin almost felt sorry for the rookie who shrank under the judge’s stare.

  “Thank you, your honor.”

  There was paperwork to do, but Patrick was able to walk out of the courthouse with Austin. He called a limo, and when they were alone in the back of it, he hauled her into his lap. Austin’s heart rate quickened as he pulled her in for a searing kiss.

  “You’re hot when you’re getting me out of jail,” he said in a sultry voice as he unbuttoned her blouse.

  She smacked his hand away. “This is serious, Patrick.”

  He gripped her wrists and gave her a stern look. “Who owns your body, Austin?”

  The mood in the limo shifted and Austin swallowed. “You do, Sir.”

  “That’s right. That means you don’t smack my hands away when I’m undressing you. You’re lucky we’re in the car or I would handcuff you so you can’t use them.”

  Austin squirmed under his intense stare. “I’m sorry, Sir. I just don’t want to take your freedom lightly.”

  His gaze softened. “I know, baby girl. I don’t either. But I’m out and we don’t have a trial date yet. There’s not a lot we can do. Let me take my mind off of it by enjoying your body.”

  His hands drifted to her blouse again and Austin relaxed as she watched him work each button free. He peppered kisses along her bra line as he pushed the shirt off her shoulders. She helped him by shoving it the rest of the way off. It landed on the floor with a gentle whoosh.

  His arms snaked around her as he continued to nip at her shoulders and chest, and she felt her bra loosen when he unhooked it. With tenderness, he brushed the straps down to her elbows, exposing her breasts. The bra landed on top of the shirt.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured as he lowered his mouth to one nipple and sucked it between his lips. She let her head fall back as his tongue laved the tender bud, and a groan gurgled in her throat.

  He pushed her back to the edge of his knees, so she had to balance herself carefully to keep from toppling to the ground.

  “I want you to lift your skirt and ride me,” he growled. “I don’t have a condom with me, though, so I’m going to finish in your mouth.”

  Austin loved swallowing his come so she wasn’t going to complain about that. She was excited about feeling his bare cock inside of her, and she was soaked and ready for him. Wiggling in his lap, she hoisted her skirt around her waist. There were no panties to contend with since Patrick refused to let her wear them.

  He worked his cock free and helped her straddle him. When she sank onto him, she whimpered at the full feeling he gave her. He returned his attention to her nipple and she cried out.

  “Ride me, baby,” he said when he lifted his head. His fingers dug into her hips and pushed her further onto his shaft. She shoved herself up and slowly slid down his length. Again, and again, she repeated this slow process until his head fell back against the seat. Picking up speed, she gripped his shoulders as she rode him. The friction of her movements was hitting her in just the right places, and she could feel an orgasm building. Would he let her have pleasure? It was always a question with him, and it was a game she’d actually grown to enjoy.

  When she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer, she breathed out, “May I please come, Sir?”

  His eyes jerked open and he let his hand travel to the back of her neck and squeezed. “Don’t you dare,” he said through gritted teeth. “Keep riding, baby. You feel good wrapped around my cock this way.”

  Austin whimpered. She was going to lose control and she knew it. There would be consequences, but she had a feeling they would be just as delicious as the orgasm she was about to have. The limo hit a pothole as she was thrusting herself against him and the pleasure ripped through her, beyond her control. She buried her face in his neck and moaned as it shook her.

  Patrick rubbed her back as she enjoyed ripple after ripple of pleasure.

  “Naughty girl,” he said softly when she stilled.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I tried to stop it,” she said, looking up at him.

  Patrick gave her a wink. “We’ll deal with your indiscretion later. Now it’s my turn. On your knees, baby girl. You get to taste your own cunt while you suck my cock.”

  Austin’s face warmed at his words, but she slid off his lap and onto the carpeted floorboard of the limo next to her discarded clothes and settled between his thighs.

  He fisted the base of his impressive erection and waited for her to take him in her mouth. When she did, he stiffened further. Hollowing her cheeks, she slid down his shaft, breathing through her nose as she took him into her throat. The tangy taste of her own arousal was sharp on her tongue as she drew her lips up his length until just the tip rested between her lips.

  “Christ,” he said as he fisted a hand into her hair and gently pushed her down again. “Just like that, baby girl.”

  She found a rhythm, and it wasn’t long before she had him on the edge. If she thought he wouldn’t haul her up and spank her, she might have been tempted to play his own game with him. She chuckled as she thought of it, her lips still wrapped around him.

  “What’s so funny, sub?” he gritted out.

  Austin shook her head and focused on distracting him. Relaxing her throat, she took him in until she reached her limit. It worked, and her naughty thoughts were safe.

  “I want to fuck your mouth now,” Patrick said as he let both hands tangle into her hair. Austin nodded her consent. He would take complete control of the blow job now, and Austin just had to follow his lead. He gripped her hair with both hands and brought her forcefully onto his cock until she gagged. She closed her eyes and breathed in through her nose as she drooled on his cock.

  He was on the edge, so she knew it wouldn’t be long before he was done. Sure enough, she felt his balls tighten and he held her all the way down on his cock until she felt a spurt of hot semen fill her slick mouth. Loosening his grip, he withdrew a bit as he continued to lose himself in her mouth. She gulped quickly to swallow down every drop she could.

  When he was spent, he pulled free of her mouth and handed her his handkerchief, and she wiped her face and gently cleaned his cock. He stuffed the soiled cloth into his pocket and readjusted himself so he could zip his pants and buckle his belt.

  “We’re almost to your office. You can get dressed again,” he said as he cupped her cheek. “You’re really fucking good at that. Almost good enough to make me forget you need a spanking for stealing that orgasm. Almost.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and released her to retrieve her blouse and bra.

  When her skirt was straightened and her clothes were back in place, they were pulling up to her office. Patrick ran a hand through her hair and chuckled. “You might be the one who needs the comb now, baby girl.”

  She fixed her messed up hair as best she could before dropping a kiss on his cheek.

  “I’m glad you didn’t have to stay in jail.”

  “Even though I’m going to blister your ass when you get off work tonight?”

  Austin grinned. “Especially because of that, Sir.”

  She climbed out of the car and pushed her way past the crowd of reporters still camped out in front of her building.
She heard Patrick’s name tossed around a few times but didn’t pay them any attention.

  Once inside, she ducked into the first-floor bathroom and fixed her makeup.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Patrick’s hand landed on Austin’s backside again, and he reveled in the heat radiating from it. He’d made her strip the moment she arrived at his suite that night and taken her straight across his lap for a spanking. He was warming her up with his hand before the real fun began.

  “Why am I spanking you, Austin?” he asked as he landed another swat to the center of her left cheek.

  She gasped as the pain coursed through her skin. "Because I came when you told me not to,” she whimpered.

  Three sharp swats followed her response. "How long should I make you wait to come again?” he asked, knowing it was a sadistic question for her.

  She whimpered but got the answer right. “As long as it pleases you, Sir.”

  “Good answer, sub. You’re learning fast. Stand up and put your hands on your head. No rubbing that naughty bottom.”

  He went to his toy bag and pulled out a pair of thong panties he’d purchased earlier that day. They had been fit with a battery-operated vibrator. He was about to break his promise that a toy wouldn’t make her come while she was his, but it would be worth it.

  “Put these on,” he said, handing the panties to her.

  She looked confused but complied with his directions.

  Her breath hitched when she felt the gentle buzz of the vibrator against her pussy.

  “We’re going to go a different route for your punishment. I’m going to get my hairbrush and put you over my knee again. Your spanking is done when you’ve had three orgasms.”

  Austin whimpered and let one hand fall to her bottom. He snatched her wrist and smacked her ass several times. “Hands back on your head.”

  She wiggled her butt as she lifted her hands back into place. The spanking would hurt, but he would make sure she got plenty of pleasure out of it.