by Ivy Nelson
Now, if he was going to be charged and she was going to represent him, he felt like he should pass her training to Lance. It was the ethical thing to do. If she would consent to it, of course. There was always having her withdraw from the house submissive program. He just wasn’t sure how to have that conversation with her. Restarting the program after this was cleared up was always an option.
He glanced at his smart watch. Nearly two, almost time to leave if he were going to make it to Austin’s office by three. Deep down, he knew he wanted her defending him if it came to that—and it was going to come to that—but he also wanted her kneeling at his feet in submission to him. It seemed like an ethical quandary with no right answer.
The easiest answer was to hire a different attorney, but she was being quite adamant that she be the one to represent him. It could be a sign of her devotion to him, but they’d barely been a D/s couple for seventy-two hours. Surely she wasn’t that committed already.
There were no easy answers here. Elijah and Holly had offered to come over, but he was worried about the press picking up on their trail, so he’d waved them off.
After tugging on a cap and setting some sunglasses on his nose, he called a car and hurried down the stairs. Using the elevator made it too easy to be ambushed by cameras. When he came out the side entrance of the hotel, his driver was waiting for him. He climbed into the backseat where the windows were tinted and tossed the cap and glasses into the seat beside him.
Thirty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of Austin’s office building.
“Looks like the press are here, Sir. Should I drive around the block?” the driver asked.
“Yes, please,” Patrick said as he lifted his phone to his ear.
“Where are you?” Austin asked when she answered.
“I’m circling the block. The press is outside your building. I don’t know if they’re here for me or someone else. Is there a back entrance?”
“Shit. Yes. They camp out in front of this building all the time. We’re the top criminal defense attorneys in the city, and we get all the juicy cases. And yes, you’re a juicy case.”
“You’re a juicy case,” he retorted before biting his tongue.
“As much as I love flirting with you, we need to get you inside. I’m sending two security guards to the back entrance. You’ll come around West seventy-third. The press will be there too, but not as many of them, and the car can get right up to the door. The guards are on their way now. They’ll be waiting to escort you in. Just keep your head down.”
“I’ve got glasses and a cap.”
“Perfect. See you in a few minutes.”
When they pulled up at the back of the building, two uniformed guards stood at the entrance. The driver maneuvered the car as close to the door as he could manage, as a handful of reporters and photographers snapped pictures. They weren’t sure who they were looking at, so they weren’t shouting questions. Patrick was able to get into the building unscathed.
He tucked the San Francisco Giants cap in his back pocket and folded the glasses into his shirt pocket. The security guards escorted him all the way to Austin’s office.
“Hey, you,” she said with a smile as she motioned him into her office.
He wanted to pull her to him and kiss her hard, but he resisted. As he sat, he pulled the cap from his back pocket and tossed it onto her second visitor chair.
She picked it up and wrinkled her nose. “You’re in New York. This is definitely points against you.”
He winked. “At least it’s not a Dodgers hat.”
She pointed a finger at him. “True story. Let’s talk business. I put in some calls and we’re in luck for now. The lab processing your fingerprints is backed up so it will be several days at least before they file any charges as long as no other evidence comes to light.”
“That’s something, I guess. Can we hire a private investigator to figure out who really pulled off the heist?”
Austin leaned back in her office chair. “We could, but we should give the police the benefit of the doubt. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. Let them complete their investigation and if we don’t like their conclusions, we’ll hire someone.”
“Are you sure you can take me on? What about that case that had us rushing back here?” he asked.
“My docket is pretty clear. You two are my only active cases right now. Let me worry about my caseload.”
Patrick blew out a breath. “OK. I assume you have a contract or something for me to sign?”
Austin pulled a folder from her desk. “Already started your file. We just need a retainer and a signature. That will make us formally client and attorney.”
“This still feels wrong,” he said as his pen hovered over the signature line. “I’m sure the firm I use in California can send someone.”
“Please let me do this for you, Sir,” she whispered.
Well, he couldn’t turn down a plea like that. He signed the contract and initialed where she indicated, then called his bank and initiated a payment for the retainer.
“Can we get the hell out of here and stop being so formal?” Austin asked when he was finished.
Patrick gave her a wry smile. “Let’s go order room service at my hotel and have a chat.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
Patrick dragged a hand through his hair and picked up the cap. “You sure you’re good to leave?”
“I’m meeting my client. I’m totally good to leave.”
Patrick laughed. “OK. I’m calling the car around back again.”
They took the elevator down and walked to the car in silence. When they were behind the tinted glass, she surprised him by crawling into his lap.
“You should sit down and buckle up. This isn’t safe, baby girl.”
She giggled. “It’s New York during rush hour. We’re going to be sitting still for most of the trip. Just hold me please.”
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I just hate this. I feel like I was just getting comfortable with you as my Dom, and now we’re in this weird attorney client roleplay, only it’s not a roleplay. I just don’t want to mess anything up.”
Patrick felt his insides tighten. She was going to hate the conversation he intended to have.
In his suite, she started unbuttoning her blouse to take it off. Damn it. She was making this hard.
“Austin. Stop. Let’s eat and talk,” he said when the third button came open and he caught a glimpse of her lacy bra.
“You’re acting weird,” she said, dropping her hands to her side.
Ignoring her, he picked up the phone and ordered two steak dinners and a bottle of wine.
When it arrived, they sat at the small dining table where he took a deep breath. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, OK?”
“That really doesn’t sound good. Are you about to break up with me?”
Patrick winced. “I’m about to make a suggestion.”
Austin eyed him and he continued. “I think you should step back from the house submissive program. Just until we wrap up this legal stuff.”
Austin was shaking her head. “No. Absolutely not.”
“I don’t want to fuck up your career by putting you in a bad position with your boss. Not to mention it’s a damn unethical power imbalance for you to be my submissive and my attorney at the same time.”
“So, you want me to just stop being your submissive?”
“Technically, you’re the club’s submissive. I’m just in charge of your training, and we’ve come to an understanding about the kind of training you want.” It was a shitty thing to say and he knew it.
“Don’t get technical with me, Patrick. This is fucked up.” She stabbed her knife into the tender steak. “Damn it. I’m a consenting adult, and I’m capable of balancing the two roles. Have a little faith in me. What was the first thing I did when I walked in here tonight?”
Patrick closed his eyes. She was right. When they were i
n her office, she was in work mode and completely in control. When they’d entered his domain, she’d instantly become his submissive.
“Christ. Come here,” he said, pushing his chair back from the table.
She jumped up from her chair and scrambled into his lap.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. This is such a mess. You’re right. I should have more faith in you and the dynamic we’re building. I’m just as worried as you are about fucking things up.
“The only way you fuck this up is by pushing me away.” She held up her wrist. “I took this seriously when I put it on. None of us could have predicted this.”
“So, let me hire a different attorney.”
Austin sighed. “I don’t know how to explain why I want to do this so badly, but it’s important to me. If it gets in the way of our relationship, however we’re defining that, I’ll let you hire someone else. But give me a chance, please?”
He pressed a kiss to her wrist just below her bracelet. “Then do what you started to do when you walked through the door,” he commanded with lust in his voice.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered as she stood and undressed.
When she was naked, she knelt in front of his chair and reached for his zipper.
“Have I been good enough to have your cock for dessert?” she asked as she worked his belt loose.
Patrick stared down at her. “You can have my cock even when you haven’t been a good girl. Your mouth was made for me,” he said as he helped her by freeing his erection for her. It was already hard, and she wasted no time wrapping her lips around him. He guided her head up and down his shaft, fighting the urge to be rough with her mouth.
“Why are you holding back?” she asked after a few minutes of languid motion.
She was testing his dominance. He would respond accordingly. Gripping her hair, he pulled her away from him. “And why are you questioning the way I choose to fuck your mouth? Is it your choice the way you get fucked?”
Her eyes went wide but clouded with desire as she shook her head. “No, Sir. I’m sorry. Please use my mouth however you like.”
He grinned and eased her head down, pushing his cock against her lips again. “Thank you, I will.”
He didn’t hold back this time, and fucked her soft, warm mouth with short, hard thrusts, causing her to gag and slobber all over his shaft. The heat in her eyes grew and he knew it was turning her on.
“Put your hands between your legs and rub your clit,” he bit out as he thrust in and out of her mouth. She was quick to obey, and soon she was sucking him with even more vigor. He would come down her throat soon.
“How close are you?” he asked.
She nodded frantically, not wanting to take his cock out of her mouth.
“But you’re going to be a good girl and hold back, right?”
Another nod, and he watched her slow the pace of her fingers on her clit.
“Get ready for my come, baby girl,” he said as he felt his balls tighten. He closed his eyes and held her head firmly on his cock as the orgasm took him. When he had emptied himself into her mouth, he gently let go while she continued to swallow his seed.
When she was finished, she rested her head on his knee.
“Now then,” he said after a few minutes of silence. “You have a choice, baby girl.”
She looked up at him expectantly.
“I can give you a sound spanking and we can keep up my favorite game of orgasm denial, or you can let me put a plug in your ass to start getting you ready for my cock, and I can make you come.”
• • •
Austin swallowed as she considered the choices, he gave her. “What’s the spanking for?” she asked, resting her chin on his knee.
His gaze darkened and he fisted a hand into her hair. “Do I need a reason to spank you?” he asked as he pulled.
“No, Sir.”
“So, what’s your choice, baby girl?”
“I… I’ll take the second one,” she said, her voice wavering as she spoke.
Patrick tousled her hair. “Good girl. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Austin pushed herself to standing and followed him into the luxury suite’s bedroom. Patrick pulled her into his arms and gave her a breath-stealing kiss. Heat curled between her legs and she couldn’t wait for the orgasm she knew he was about to give her even if it meant trying anal play for the first time.
“I want you on the bed on all fours with your ass in the air for me,” he said when he pulled away.
She crawled onto the bed and got into position.
“Rest on your elbows instead of your wrists. It will be more comfortable,” he said, trailing his fingers down one thigh. “Not to mention I’ll have better access.”
“Better,” he said when she readjusted for him. “Just wait right there.”
She could hear him opening a bag, probably his toy bag, but she had no way of seeing what he was doing without moving out of position.
“I bought this for you,” he said when he approached the bed. He set a leather case in front of her and flipped it open. Nestled in velvet were four butt plugs in various sizes. The biggest one was slightly bigger around than Patrick’s cock.
“Fuck,” Austin whispered. “Is it too late to change my mind and take the spanking?”
Patrick chuckled as he traced a finger up her spine. She shuddered, his finger tickled.
“You can always change your mind, but don’t freak out on me just yet.” He lifted the smallest plug from the velvet-lined box. “This is the one I want to use. It will be uncomfortable at first, but you’ll forget all about it by the time I’m making you come.”
Austin highly doubted she could forget about something like that, but she nodded her consent. “OK. I’ll try.”
He tugged her up by her hair for a rough kiss, then helped her back into position. She soon felt him standing behind her and shuddered when he rested a hand on one ass cheek. “Relax, baby.”
She did her best to steady her breathing but jumped when she felt a cold liquid land on her backside and drip between her ass cheeks. Patrick chuckled. “Just some lube.”
He pressed a finger to her tight rosebud, and she couldn’t help but tense despite her best efforts. With gentle massaging circles, he worked the lube into her and slipped a finger just past the first knuckle. It didn’t hurt, just felt odd. It took all of her willpower not to pull away from his hand.
She heard the lube bottle snap shut seconds before she felt the tip of the plug at her entrance.
“We’ll take this slow. Take a deep breath for me.”
As she inhaled, he applied pressure and she felt the plug try to enter her. But she was still fighting it subconsciously. Expelling the air from her lungs, she gripped the bedspread.
“One more time,” he coaxed.
She breathed in deeply through her nose. This time, the plug popped into place. There was a sharp twinge that quickly faded as the toy slid past her tight ring. Despite it being such a small plug, she felt very full.
“How’s that?” he asked as he slid his hand lower until he found her clit.
“Different,” she murmured, relaxing into the feel of his finger as he circled her throbbing clit.
“But not bad?” A finger slid into her slick pussy now.
“No, Sir. It feels good now,” she gasped as a second finger filled her.
“Good. I’m going to finger fuck this tight little cunt now. You have permission to come when you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice grew soft as he inserted a third finger and began to pump in and out of her. The feeling of his rough fingers combined with the plug was intense. When his other hand found her clit again, she cried out. An orgasm wouldn’t be far off.
“I like seeing your ass filled with this plug while I get you off,” Patrick said, his fingers still moving at the same punishing rhythm.
His dirty words sent shock waves through her and she came with the next stroke of his thumb across her now overly se
nsitive clit. A second wave crashed through her and she spasmed around his fingers, nearly collapsing fully onto the bed as she cried out.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured. “I need to put my cock in you now,” he said as she heard the distinctive sound of his belt unbuckling. When he’d slid on a condom, he rested the head of his erection at her opening.
“Ready?” he asked. “I want you to come on my cock, baby girl,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” Austin said on a ragged breath.
He gripped her hips and slammed into her. Austin screamed out her pleasure and surprise. It felt as if his cock was rubbing directly against the plug buried in her ass. The feeling was one of the most intense she’d ever felt.
Everything else faded away as he pushed into her. For a few brief minutes, she was nothing but his submissive, and he was the master of her body. All thoughts of legal trouble and stolen diamonds were gone, and all she could focus on was the pleasure of his cock fucking her hard while she wore the plug he had commanded her to wear.
Giving him this was freeing. And in that moment, she couldn’t wait until she was ready for him to bury his cock in her ass.
“Come for me, Austin,” he bit out. “I want to feel your tight cunt gripping my cock while you scream.”
“Fuck,” she cried as the sensations became too much. Her body trembled as the orgasm flowed out of her. Patrick wasn’t far behind as he shouted his own pleasure and lost himself.
She collapsed as he pulled out of her and dropped to the bed on his back beside her.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done,” she whispered when her heart slowed enough for her to speak.
Patrick chuckled. “I have to say I agree. Let’s get in the shower and clean up,” he murmured, rolling in her direction.
As they were getting out of the shower, Patrick’s phone was ringing.
“Sorry, I should probably get that,” he said as he toweled off.
Austin felt the real-world creeping back in as she took her time drying off.
“Everything OK?” she asked when she stepped back into the bedroom wearing one of the fluffy robes.
He shook his head. “We knew the press had gotten ahold of it locally, but now the missing diamonds have made national news. It’s going to be damn near impossible to go anywhere without being followed. We’re going to have to be extra careful out there.”