by Ivy Nelson
Picking up the brush, he sat on the edge of the bed and brought her back across his knee.
“You don’t have to ask for permission. I know your mind will be too overwhelmed for that, but you do have to keep count of your orgasms.”
She nodded her agreement, and Patrick tapped the smooth backed brush against her warm cheeks. “How does the vibrator feel? Is it in the right spot?”
“I think so, Sir. It feels nice. It’s a little gentle, though. I’m not sure if it will make me come.”
Patrick gave her bottom a pat. “I think you’ll be surprised, baby girl.”
Wasting no more time, he spanked her. Not full force, but enough to sting. She was crying out by the tenth stroke. He reached into his pocket and pressed a button on a remote. It sent the vibrator into high gear and she screeched as the sensations against her clit intensified.
“Shit,” she yelled as he landed another swat, a little harder this time.
“Now do you think you can come for me?”
Austin nodded frantically as he rained down another series of rapid-fire swats. Within thirty seconds, she was convulsing in his lap as the first orgasm shook her.
“That’s one, Sir,” she whimpered. He massaged her ass gently to soothe some of the sting away before letting his hand flutter between her legs. Shifting the panties so he could slide a finger in without taking away the effects of the vibrator was easy, and he let one long digit sink into her for a few seconds before he resumed spanking. The second orgasm was quick to follow the first, and she begged him to stop as he peppered her cheeks with the wooden brush.
“Is that a safeword, baby girl?” he asked, slowing his hand to a stop.
She shook her head, and Patrick knew she was enjoying this session despite her protests.
“Good girl, one more orgasm and it’s all over.”
His brush returned to punishing her mostly bare bottom—the thong offered virtually no protection. Back and forth from cheek to cheek, he delivered stinging blows that had her squirming in his lap and thus writhing against the vibrator pressed to her clit.
“Come for me like a good little sub,” he crooned as he spanked.
Between his occasional encouraging words, the pleasurable sting of the paddle on her hot bottom, and the intense vibrations, Austin’s third orgasm didn’t take long to tear through her. She cried out as it rocked her body and when it subsided, she lay limp across his lap.
“Are you going to come without permission again?” he asked as he caressed her ass.
“No, Sir,” she whimpered.
Patrick chuckled. “Somehow, I don’t believe you, but I think that’s OK.”
He helped her off his lap and pressed a kiss to her abdomen. “I love how you take everything I give you.”
“Hmmm,” she said.
His girl was floating high in subspace, he thought with a smirk. Standing, he lifted her into his arms and laid her in bed where he curled up beside her.
When the fog seemed to clear, he helped her roll over, so she was facing him. “How was that?” he asked, tracing her cheek with his finger.
Austin gave him a tired smile. “Pretty amazing as far as punishment goes.”
Patrick chuckled. “Good. That’s what I was aiming for. I know you didn’t deliberately disobey me, but I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to spank you either.”
Austin snuggled against his chest. I’m glad you didn’t pass on that, Sir.”
He stroked her hair. “Are you hungry?”
Austin nodded. “Famish, I skipped lunch.”
Patrick scowled. “Why was that?”
Austin cleared her throat. “I was kind of getting my client out of jail.”
Patrick let his face relax. “And then you got him off in the back of a limo. I hope you don’t offer such good service to all your clients, Miss Yates,” he teased.
Austin giggled. “Only the ones who look as hot as you in a suit.”
Patrick gave her a mock glare.
When they were done snuggling, Austin picked up her phone and scrolled through it. “Want to go to Hunter’s club? The grand opening celebration is still happening. Some big pop star is making an appearance tonight.”
Patrick scowled. “Why would we do that? It’s going to be crawling with press.”
“Exactly. You were at the soft opening. It would look good for you to just carry on as usual. I talked to a PR firm this afternoon. It’s something I do for all my high-profile cases. They think it would be a good way to get in front of this scandal and start controlling the story a little bit.”
Patrick sat up and ran a hand through his hair. They’d been having such a nice time. “I don’t think so, baby girl.”
Austin frowned. “You’re supposed to be listening to me.”
“You, yes. Not some PR firm. I just think they’re wrong about this. Me storming out and going off on the press is why I’m being targeted for this. I have a hard time controlling myself around them.”
“You have me to help you with that. I just want to change the narrative a bit. Right now, you look guilty to the public because you’re not saying anything. They like statements. They want to see you living your life, not hiding under baseball caps and sunglasses.”
Patrick dug his fingers into the bedspread. “The answer is no, Austin. I’ll go to dinner somewhere, but we are not making a spectacle of ourselves at a night club.”
Austin wanted to argue, he could see it in her eyes. But they were in his domain now, and she would listen to him.
“I’ll even let you pick the restaurant,” he said, giving her an olive branch.
That made her smile. “OK. I’ll take that. Will you meet my PR firm? I’m not saying you have to follow their ideas, just hear what they have to say.”
Patrick sighed. “I’ll think about it. Now let’s go eat dinner before I decide to tie you up and fuck you instead.”
They showered together and managed to get out with only a few kisses and gentle caresses. When they were dried off and dressed, Austin got on her phone and arranged a reservation.
When he heard where she was taking him, he regretted letting her pick. It was in the heart of a busy restaurant district, teeming with press.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, Austin,” he said as he slipped on his jacket.
She just flashed him a smile and said, “The good news is, the spot I picked is where Hunter is taking his pop star for dinner before the show at his club. I’m willing to bet he’ll invite us into the private room with him, so all you have to do is wave to the cameras on your way in and out.”
“Austin, you are so on thin ice right now. I already said no to the nightclub.”
“And I’m not taking you to the nightclub.”
Patrick clenched his fists. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
Austin gave him a sweet smile as she slipped into sky high red heels. God, they were the epitome of fuck me pumps, and Patrick regretted not fucking her after her spanking.
“Change your tie,” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair.
He looked down at the bright orange tie he wore. It was his favorite color. Why would he change it?
Austin answered his unspoken question. “The pumpkin diamond is at the center of this. The orange tie is going to get people talking even more than they already are. Don’t wear a red one either. I’m your attorney, not your date, and if your tie matches my shoes, people will speculate.”
Patrick cursed as he tugged at his tie. “This is fucking ridiculous. The color of my tie should not determine my guilt or innocence.”
“It doesn’t, but somewhere out there is the jury that will be sitting for your trial, if it gets that far. The court of public opinion matters.”
Patrick knew she was right, and he hated it. That didn’t mean he was going to appease the press with statements and interviews.
When he had changed to a blue tie, they stepped outside and rode the elevator down. They walked straight out the front, much to
Patrick’s chagrin, but the limo was waiting and the press pool hanging out by the front doors had dwindled from what it was a few days ago.
Patrick called Hunter on their way to the restaurant. “I hear you’re going to be at Le Bernardin. Any chance we can join you?”
“Absolutely, man. I’ve got Skylar Cameron with me, but we’ve got some extra seats in our private dining room. I’m assuming by we you mean Austin.”
“Yep. She’s insistent that I be seen by the press.”
“Going about life as normal. She’s right, you should listen to her.”
Patrick growled. “Did she put you up to this?”
Hunter laughed. “No, I’ve just been around the block a time or two when it comes to scandal and the media. If you hide, they’re just going to make shit up about you. If you confront them head on, at least you control the narrative a little bit. They will still make shit up, but at least they’ll have some facts.”
“God damn it.”
Austin reached over and squeezed his hand.
“I’ll see you in a little while,” he said to Hunter. “We have reservations, but we’ll just join you.”
Patrick ended the call and tossed his phone on the seat beside him.
“I’m sorry this has you so tense, Sir,” Austin whispered, trying to soothe him. He appreciated the attempt.
“Me too. I don’t mind going to events like Hunter’s opening, I just don’t want to do it under all this pressure. Can’t I just take my new submissive on a proper date?”
Austin laughed. “No, but you can buy your attorney dinner. We’ll talk about dates when this is all over.”
Patrick sighed and pulled her to him. At least he could touch her in the privacy of the car. Out there they had to be all business.
“What are you doing to me?” he murmured as he kissed her hair. “I haven’t been this connected to a woman since… ever.”
Austin sighed and snuggled close. “I’m not sure I understand it myself, but I’m going to enjoy it and not question it for now.”
Patrick gave her a gentle squeeze, and they spent the rest of the ride in comfortable silence. When they pulled up to the restaurant, the press was insane. He immediately saw why when the driver opened the door. Hunter had already arrived with his popstar friend and they were posing for the camera. Bless him, he may not have done it on purpose, but it would detract some of the attention from Patrick. He may be a well-known billionaire, but the pop star would get more clicks than he would, so their focus would stay on her.
He started to put sunglasses on, but Austin stopped him. “The sun isn’t out. We’re acting normal, remember?”
Patrick gave her a tight smile but set the shades aside and stepped out of the car. He extended his hand to help her out of the car but kept his distance once she was standing. A few cameras turned their attention to Austin and Patrick, but most stayed glued to Hunter and his entourage.
“Mr. Sutton!” one reporter shouted as they pushed through the crowd. “Are you happy to be out of jail?”
Austin turned and smiled at the reporter. “My client was arrested for all of two hours before a judge released him.”
Patrick tensed, but kept his expression neutral as Austin pushed forward again. When they got to Hunter, Patrick quietly prayed he wouldn’t acknowledge them. He thought briefly that there must be no God, because Hunter called his name.
“Good to see you man,” Hunter said as if it weren’t planned for them to be at the same restaurant. Patrick plastered a fake smile on his face and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Fancy meeting you here, friend. I’m just having dinner with my attorney.”
Hunter waved a hand. “Nonsense. Tonight is no night for business. Join us. We’ve got room at our table.”
“Mr. Novak, how long have you known Mr. Sutton?” a reporter called out.
Hunter turned and flashed one of his award-winning smiles at the woman. “Long enough to know that the allegations against him are bullshit. And you can quote me on that. That’s enough questions for now folks. We’re going to go in and enjoy a nice dinner, but you should all come on down to Illusion and see Skylar Cameron perform. Just leave your cameras at home and the first drink is on me.”
With that, Hunter snapped his fingers and a team of bodyguards stepped between him and the press. Patrick and Austin followed them inside.
He would never not be impressed with the way Hunter handled being in the public eye. He was a God in the entertainment world, and people listened when he spoke. Patrick may not have liked it, but having Hunter speak to the press on his behalf might have been good. Now he just needed to put it out of his mind for a little while.
As they walked through the restaurant, he noticed Austin staring at her phone.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as they walked into the private dining room.
“First trial date was put on the docket just before close of business today. We have four weeks.”
Chapter Eighteen
“I’m hiring Jackson Fischer,” Patrick said, watching carefully to see how Austin would respond.
She narrowed her eyes at him from across the table in the small cafe where they’d met for lunch.
“Why now?”
“Because the police have stopped looking. You said we would give them a fair shot, and I think we have. It hasn’t even been a week and the DA has already requested a new trial date because they aren’t going to be ready for the first one.”
Austin sighed. “That’s just the way trials work. That’s why I told you it was our first trial date. It’s probably going to get moved six more times because both sides are going to have motions to file, judges will go on vacation, things will get moved around. It’s just the nature of the system.”
Patrick knew she was right, but it was still frustrating. In the last week, it felt like they’d argued more than they’d played, and he’d had to fly back to California twice. Now, they were having lunch in New York before they flew to Colorado for the weekend. It was time to resume Austin’s training, and she was going to take on some more of her duties as a house submissive tonight as well.
There would be a shift in reception with Isabelle since Cassie couldn’t be there. After that, there would be a spanking demo. Friday nights almost always had a demo, and this time Patrick had volunteered. He’d been asked to do rope, but he’d only done one rope scene with Austin and they needed to be more familiar with each other before they did a show for a crowd.
“If he’s there tonight, I’m talking to him while you do your shift at the reception desk.”
Austin sighed and waved her hand. “Fine. I guess if your mind is made up, I can’t talk you out of it.”
Patrick grinned. “No, you can’t. Are you ready to put all this aside for the weekend? You’ve been very lax with your submissive protocols this week. I think we need to work on that.”
Austin winced. “I know. I’m sorry, Sir. I promise to be on my best behavior this weekend. And thank you for not being too hard on me. I like being your submissive, but I also…”
“Need to be a smart ass sometimes?” he teased. “I know. You value your freedom and I’ve done my best to give it to you.”
Austin smiled. “Yes, you have. I know all the legal stuff is a big strain on what we have. It will be good to set it all aside and just be Dom and sub for a couple days.”
“I hope you mean that, because I’m going to ramp up your training this weekend.”
He watched her throat work on a swallow and knew she was nervous about where he might take them. He’d made sure his suite was free this weekend so they could stay at Solitaire the whole time. He was even arranging for food to be delivered. As little of the outside world as possible was going to be let in.
Hopefully, she would take to and blossom under his dominance.
They finished their lunch and headed for his jet. He’d packed her bag for her, choosing from the array of kinky clothes she liked to wear at the club. It had been a fu
n game to help get her back into her submissive mindset after a week of being mostly out of it.
On the plane, he informed her that as soon as the captain turned off the seatbelt sign, he would take her to the bedroom where he would induct her into the mile-high club. Something she’d confessed to wanting not long after their first flight together. Making her take a nap instead of fucking her had apparently been a huge disappointment.
Patrick settled into the sleek leather chair next to Austin and draped an arm around her shoulders. The flight attendant offered them drinks and Austin asked for an Old Fashioned. Patrick stuck with his scotch.
“Is there anything you want to try in the dungeon?” he asked when the attendant was gone.
Austin turned her head to the ceiling before answering. “I think I’d like to try more rope. I know there are all kinds of ways to play with it.
Patrick grinned. “That’s certainly true. We’ll try something a little more intense this weekend then. I’m glad you like it.”
“What could possibly be more intense than what you did the last time we played with rope?”
Patrick gave a dark chuckle. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”
Austin squirmed next to him as the attendant brought their drinks. “We’ll be taking off shortly,” she said with a polite smile as she backed away.
A few minutes later, the plane roared down the runway and Patrick turned to Austin and said, “You have about ten more minutes before I ask you to hand over your phone until we land in Colorado. Once we get there, you’ll have limited access. I know we both have to stay reachable, but we’re going to focus on each other and the club this weekend, OK?”
Austin nodded as she lifted her phone to check for notifications.
Patrick sighed and slipped a hand beneath her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You can do better than that, Austin.”
She swallowed under his penetrating gaze and whispered, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
He brushed a kiss to her lips and released her chin, allowing her to return to the phone. Her shoulders stiffened and she leaned forward, typing furiously.
When they were airborne and the captain informed them they were at cruising altitude, Patrick plucked her phone from her hands.
