by Ivy Nelson
“Times’ up, baby girl. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
For a moment she looked like she wanted to protest, but she gave a nod and stood to follow him. She looked tense, but hopefully he would be able to help her relax.
Once there, Austin wasted no time removing her clothes. Patrick leaned against the cabin wall, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he watched her. He’d already stowed his carryon in the room and there was some rope in it. After tossing his shirt aside, he retrieved the bag and pulled out several lengths.
“I want you on the bed with your ass in the air. Grip your ankles. That will mean pushing your face into the mattress so look to your left when you do.”
Austin stood, seemingly paralyzed for a moment, and Patrick chuckled. “What’s wrong?”
“Sorry. Just nervous all of a sudden. I’ve been so focused on work lately I think I just need a minute.”
Patrick dropped the rope on the bed and crossed the short distance to her. “What would help put you in a submissive headspace?”
Austin reached for him and he pulled her into his arms. “Talk to me, baby girl,” he murmured, stroking her hair.
Austin pulled away. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m being a terrible submissive.” She moved to go around him and get on the bed, but he caught her arm and stopped her.
“You’re not being a terrible submissive, but I do need you to talk to me. Why so tense?”
Austin blew out a breath. “I think it might come out that I’m a member of Solitaire and I’m worried about what that means for us.”
Patrick sat on the edge of the bed and pointed at the floor. “Kneel and tell me more.”
Austin dropped to her knees and pressed her palms into her thighs. Why hadn’t she told him any of this sooner?
“I got an email from a reporter asking me to confirm whether or not I was a member. I haven’t responded, just did a little research into who sent it. I got it just after we got on the plane. I know it’s already common knowledge that you’re part of the club. I’ve just always kept it a secret.”
Patrick cupped her cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me as soon as you got it?”
Austin took a shuddering breath. “I was trying to decide how I wanted to deal with it. I feel like if I leave it until Monday, it will be OK. The journalist is from a magazine that prints on Wednesdays, but they blog every weekday so I’m not sure. I just left it sitting in my inbox.”
Patrick dragged a hand through his hair. Having them connected by a sex club would make their media problem even worse. It was the sort of thing gossip sites and magazines loved to blow out of proportion. If they had gotten ahold of Austin’s membership information, that meant he needed to talk to Lance about beefing up their information security. This was not something that should have gotten out.
“OK. I need to get this information to Lance, baby girl. It’s important. But then, I want us to put this aside for just a little bit and focus on each other. You’re right, there is little we can do about it this weekend. I’m going to step out and call Lance. When I come back, I expect to find you on the bed the way I instructed.”
Austin nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Patrick stepped, shirtless, back into the main cabin of the jet and pulled out his phone. Connecting to the plane’s Wi-Fi, he pulled up the video calling system and dialed Lance, Eli, and Garrett in a group chat. They could pull other board members in if it seemed necessary.
“Put some clothes on man,” Lance said with a grin when his face popped up on the screen. It appeared he was already at Solitaire. Eli answered from his own jet with Holly sitting next to him, and Garrett answered from his office.
“What’s going on, Patrick?” Eli asked.
“This is a board thing,” he said.
He waited while Holly stood and retreated to some other part of the jet.
“What’s wrong?” Garrett asked when she was gone.
“I think we have a leak or a hacker of some kind at the club.”
Lance’s eyebrows shot up. “Like hell we do,” he said, already tapping keys somewhere off screen.
“What makes you think this, Patrick?” Eli asked, ever the calm one, preferring to have all the facts before making a judgement.
“Austin got an email from a reporter asking her to confirm her membership.”
Lance whistled. “OK. That does seem to point to someone having knowledge they shouldn’t. Do you have the email?”
Patrick eyed Austin’s phone charging in the center console. It would be wrong to open it without her permission.
“Can I have Austin send it to you? We’re on our way in right now. Flight just took off.”
“That’s fine. It would be better if I can pull it directly from her email account anyway,” Lance said. His brows knitted together as he continued to stare at another screen and type.
“I’m not seeing any disturbances in our systems on a cursory glance but that doesn’t mean anything. I’m going to dig deeper.”
Garrett had remained quiet but leaned into his desk and said, “You’re pretty well connected to the club, Patrick. Is there a chance this is someone making wild guesses to print a salacious story? The two of you did make the news with Hunter last week and he’s a known member too.”
Patrick leaned back in his seat. “It’s entirely possible. It’s not a gossip rag, but it’s not exactly a top tier paper either.”
“Where is Austin? Can we ask her some questions?” Eli asked.
Patrick chuckled. “She waited until I was about to tie her up to tell me about this so she’s currently unavailable.”
The four Doms had a good laugh at that but sobered quickly as their thoughts collectively returned to the problem at hand.
“Should we bring in the rest of the board?”
Lance held up a hand. “Let’s not bother them just yet. It will take me the length of your flight to do a deeper dive into our system. Once I’ve done that, we can call an emergency meeting if we need to.”
Everyone agreed and Patrick ended the call. So much for getting away from all of this for the weekend.
Patrick buried his face in his hands and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shove all the clutter now filling his mind to the side. There was a very naked submissive waiting for him in the next room. He wanted to give her the experience she deserved. Hopefully she’d had time to clear her own head. Breathing in deeply, he leaned back into his seat and counted off a breathing exercise meant to clear the mind. It mostly worked, and he stood, ready to focus on Austin and his rope.
He walked to the bedroom again and pushed open the door. Austin jumped as he entered, and Patrick chuckled. “Sorry, baby girl. Good job following my instructions. How are you feeling?”
“Horny, exposed, curious about what Lance said,” she murmured, her face still turned away from the door.
Patrick crossed to that side of the bed so she could see him and sat next to her. “Can you put that last part out of your mind for a bit and just focus on the first two?”
She gave him a shy smile. “Yes, Sir. I can try to do that.”
“Good girl. I’ll do my best to help. We’ll start by getting you into some rope.”
Patrick unfurled one bundle and tied it to her wrist, putting a quick release slipknot into the tie before taking the running ends and connecting them to her ankle. Soon he had both her wrists bound to her ankles and her ass was high in the air, her thighs spread wide, allowing him to see all of her.
He spent several minutes running his hands gently over her body, intentionally avoiding her pussy as he did.
When she was crooning under his gentle touch, he cupped her between her thighs, eliciting a gasp as one finger slid into her glistening entrance.
“So wet for me,” he murmured. Standing behind her now, he crawled onto the bed between her thighs. He bent his head and stuck out his tongue, gently licking from her clit to her backside. Austin writhed against her bonds as he repeated the process before he sucked at her clit. His hands gen
tly kneaded her ass as he licked and sucked at her folds. She jerked against his mouth and he knew she would soon be on the brink of an orgasm if he continued.
Pulling away, he unzipped his dark wash jeans and pushed them down his thighs along with his boxer briefs. Rolling on a condom, he rested the head of his thick erection at her entrance. “Ready, baby girl?” he asked as he teased at her slickness with his cock.
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.
With one swift push, he was inside her.
He closed his eyes as she enveloped him like a glove. It was a perfect fit.
“I love the way your cunt fits around my cock,” he murmured as he pulled out slowly and slammed into her again.
She whimpered with need as he pounded into her.
“I wonder how many times I can make you come before we get to Colorado. Or worse,” he paused for effect. “How long can I make you hold your orgasm back?”
She pleaded with him to let her come soon, and it was music to his ears.
“I’m feeling generous,” he teased with one more languid stroke. “Come whenever you want. I’m going to fuck you nice and hard now, baby girl, so get ready.”
She nodded as best she could in her bound position, and Patrick wasted no more time with slow thrusts. As she screamed out her first orgasm, he gripped her hips and drove into her harder. They may not be able to escape their troubles, but he could damn sure make certain they forgot about them for a little while.
• • •
Austin lay in a puddle with Patrick’s rope, trying to catch her breath. She lost count of her orgasms after the fourth one. Patrick had stepped into the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, he held a rag and helped her clean up as well.
“Thank you,” she murmured as the warm cloth dragged across her well fucked pussy. She might be sore for a couple of days, but she wasn’t complaining.
“You have time for a shower before we land,” Patrick said as he pressed a kiss to her nose. “Then you can bundle the rope and join me in the main cabin.”
Austin gave him an exaggerated pout. “You don’t want to shower with me?”
Patrick chuckled. “I would love to, but I need to check in with Lance again, and I’m not sure that shower is made for more than one person. Besides, you’re going to get a lot of me this weekend. Enjoy the alone time.”
Austin grinned. “Yes, Sir. I like the sound of that.”
She took her time in the shower and thought about their day. When the email from the reporter had hit her inbox, she was worried it would overtake the weekend if she said anything, so she’d decided to keep it to herself, but once she was naked in his bedroom, it was impossible to hide from him.
It felt better to have it off her chest, but she hoped it wouldn’t encroach on their escape. Once out of the shower and dressed again, she sat on the bed and worked on his rope. There were only two bundles, but she took her time with it. It was oddly calming to sit and bundle the rope that had bound her while he fucked her. The process helped keep her in the submissive headspace she sought, and now she understood why he asked her to do it.
When the rope was handled, she ran a brush through her still damp hair before stepping into the main cabin. She smiled at the sight of Patrick hunched over a tablet. He was in work mode, but the dominant air about him was still there.
Patrick turned when he heard her and motioned for her to join him.
“Hey, Austin,” a voice from the tablet said. She looked down to see Lance staring back at her.
“Hey, La… Master Lance,” she said as she settled into the seat next to Patrick.
Lance chuckled. “Good save. Tell me more about this email you got.”
“Want me to forward it to you?” she asked.
“That’s a good place to start,” he said, before rattling off an address for her to send it to.
While she forwarded the email, Lance asked Patrick how much longer they had in the air.
“Maybe forty-five minutes,” Patrick said.
“You should have that email now,” Austin interjected.
“Thank you. I’ll see if it leads anywhere. Is it a reporter you’re familiar with?” he asked, his eyes drifting off screen.
Austin shook her head. “No, but the magazine is one I’ve seen before. They do a lot of interesting pieces, so I’m surprised at the gossipy nature of the question to be honest.”
Lance nodded. “Thanks, Austin. I’ll see you two soon. Are you coming straight to the club?”
Patrick nodded. “We’re staying there this weekend. Talk then.”
When Lance’s face vanished from the tablet, Patrick set it aside and turned to face her. “How are you doing?” he asked, picking up her hand.
“I’m better now. Thank you for that. I’m ready for a weekend of fun with you.”
Patrick grinned. “Good girl, I’m proud of you. I’m sorry we have to bring some of this mess with us. I really wanted to forget it all.”
Austin grimaced. “That’s why I hesitated to tell you.”
Patrick trailed a finger down her cheek. “I’m glad you didn’t. Hiding things from me is against the rules, baby girl.”
Austin nodded. “I know. I’m glad I told you. I just want to forget it all again.”
“Well we can’t do that, but we can keep our focus on it to a minimum.”
They sat quietly working on their phones for the rest of the trip. An hour later, they were in a car on their way to Solitaire.
Eli and Holly had already arrived, and Garrett would be coming in later tonight.
“I completely forgot to tell you, Garrett asked me to be Isabelle’s backup trainer and he won’t be in until late tonight, so you’re both going to be under my supervision.”
Austin swallowed. She wasn’t sure how she felt about seeing Patrick dominate another submissive.
“What’s wrong?”
Austin shook her head.
“Please don’t lie to me.”
“It was a quiet request, but the dominant bite was there, nonetheless.
Austin sighed. “You’re not like… going to fuck her or anything are you?”
Patrick’s stern gaze softened. “Shit. I’m sorry. We’ve never really talked about this. No, baby girl. I may have been known to play with a lot of women, but I have no intention of fucking anyone else. I’ll just be supervising the training portion of tonight as far as Solitaire house protocols are concerned. Yes, if she fucks up, it’s my job to correct or punish her, but nothing sexual.”
Austin sagged against the leather seat. “Sorry. I just don’t think I could handle seeing you with someone else.”
Patrick pulled her close. “Are you saying you might want to continue exploring with me after your eight weeks are up?”
Austin blushed and gave him a one-shouldered shrug. “Maybe.”
He kissed her hard as they pulled to a stop in front of Solitaire. “Me too. But let’s get through tonight first and then we can talk about that.”
When they stepped into the lobby of Solitaire, Austin spotted Lance at the reception desk. He had his headphones on, and his shirtsleeves rolled up, as he tapped away at some keys. Patrick turned to her and pointed to the floor near one of the couches. “Go kneel there while I talk to Master Lance.”
Austin frowned. “I want to hear what he has to say too, Sir.”
Patrick’s gaze was stern. “Are you arguing with me, Austin?”
Shoulders slumped, she moved to the couch and dropped to her knees in front of it.
Lance looked up when Patrick leaned over the reception desk and thumped him on the head. Setting his headphones aside, he looked around the room until his eyes landed on Austin.
Hey there pretty lady,” he said with a smile, before turning his attention to Patrick.
She gave him a small wave.
They were speaking in hushed tones so Austin couldn’t make out anything they were saying. Why was he shutting her out?
After several minutes, Patrick rose and cal
led for her. “Austin, can you come over here please?”
She quickly scrambled to her feet and jogged the short distance to the desk.
“Was it killing you to not know what we were saying?” Lance teased.
Patrick scowled at him, but Austin ignored it and laughed. “Yes. Especially since I know I’m the one who started this little pow wow.”
Lance chuckled and squeezed her shoulder.
“I think we should reconsider you being my official house-submissive right now.” Patrick said.
Austin felt her gut tighten at the surprising statement. She hadn’t been expecting that.
“After the talk we just had on the way here?”
Patrick sighed. “I’m not saying forever, baby girl. I’m just saying we don’t know who’s watching, and maybe you should let Lance be your trainer on paper.”
“I don’t want Lance to be my trainer.”
“I’m hurt,” said Lance.
“Not to mention, that’s not how you speak to or about a Solitaire Dom,” Patrick chided.
“Well if you don’t want to be my Dom, I clearly don’t have to listen to you,” Austin snapped.
Lance winced as the words left her mouth. “I definitely don’t envy the spanking you’re about to get, sweetheart.”
Austin scowled in his direction.
Patrick said nothing for a long moment, and Austin held her breath, already regretting her outburst.
“I think we should continue this conversation later, Lance. I clearly need to teach Austin a lesson.”
Austin turned to stalk away from the reception desk, but Patrick gripped her arm and steered her to the door that led to the bar. When he passed their bags, he scooped up the one Austin knew had his toys in it.
Shit.
When he unlocked the suite, Austin’s breath caught. It was a gorgeous room decorated in splashes of orange. In her mind, the sound of an orange room was hideous, but the one she stood in now was breathtaking. Not gaudy or over the top, just a brightly decorated room with enough orange so that it was obviously, ‘the orange suite.’
“It’s gorgeous, Sir,” she murmured, hoping to win a little of his goodwill. She knew she was in trouble.