by Ivy Nelson
“I’ve got a few ideas,” he said with a wink. “I’m still hesitant to play in the dungeon for fear of outing you”
Austin gave him a shake of her head. “I’ve been thinking about that. Lance cleared everyone of being the leak as best he could, but even if he hadn’t, I’m OK with being outed. I’ve already been connected to multiple known members of Solitaire, and people are going to talk. There’s nothing we can do about that. I’m not going to offer any information to reporters, but if they want to speculate, I say we let them. We’re still being careful about being seen in public together. We should be OK to play here.”
Patrick was sitting up now, and he furrowed his brow at her. “Are you sure? I don’t want you doing anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
Austin picked up his hand and squeezed. “I’m sure. I enjoy playing in the dungeon and I want to play with you.”
He rolled off the bed. “Let’s get dressed then.”
Austin tossed the covers off her legs and swung them off the side of the mattress. “Can we talk about the phone call I got on the plane before we go downstairs?”
Patrick’s chest felt heavy. He was purposely avoiding hearing what the DA had to say. “Not right now, please? I just want to enjoy a night with you before we have to deal with this.” He held up a hand when she opened her mouth. “I know. It’s irresponsible, but please give me this, Austin.”
Her shoulders sagged, but she pushed herself off the bed and walked to him. “Yes, Sir. I’ll set it aside for the evening. But it’s important, Patrick.”
He kissed her forehead. “Good. Get dressed, check your phone, and then let’s go downstairs and party with our friends.”
“Shit, my phone,” Austin said, running to the table she’d set it on when they came in the room.
“I haven’t heard it ring,” he said as he pulled jeans over his hips.
The phone was already to her ear. “Victoria, hi. I’m sorry I missed your call, I was on a plane.”
Patrick strained to hear what the woman on the other end of the call was saying but couldn’t make anything out.
“Excellent,” Austin said after a long pause. “Email me if they deliver anything. Just having a hearing might scare them into sending everything we need. I have an engagement tonight, but I’ll be available by phone again tomorrow morning.”
When she set the phone down, she gave him a smile. “Judge is giving us a hearing regarding discovery. We still need to talk, but I feel like a little burden has been lifted off my shoulders”
“Good,” Patrick said. “Now, I’m already dressed and you’re still naked. Hurry up, baby girl. I think I’m going to fuck your ass tonight.”
• • •
Austin sucked in a deep breath at Patrick’s declaration. She’d known this day would come and had even started looking forward to it. That didn’t stop the nerves from pooling in her gut. She stood in front of her suitcase and dug for the black lace dress she intended to wear. It was mostly see-through but had coverage in all the right places to be street legal if she wanted it to be. Street legal wasn’t necessary in the club though.
She slipped the dress over her head and twirled for Patrick when it fell into place.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he said, capturing her wrist and pulling her to him.
She breathed his scent in and tried to shove the fear of losing him from her mind. Tonight, was theirs.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?”
“Always, Sir,” she said, her heart racing. “I just need to brush my hair and touch up my makeup, and I’ll be ready.”
“You have ten minutes,” he said turning her out of his arms and nudging her toward the bathroom.
Eight minutes later, she extended her hand to him and together they stepped into the upstairs hallway of Solitaire. Since the party was already going on downstairs, the hallway was quiet. Austin took the quiet moment on their way to the stairs to clear her mind and put herself in a submissive mindset. As they reached the landing, Patrick stopped her and backed her against the wall next to the door. His hands fisted into her hair and his brown eyes pierced into her. “Remember your role tonight, and I’ll remember mine. Who do you belong to?” he said, a low growl in his throat.
“You, Sir. I belong to you,” she whispered, her breathing feeling erratic now.
“Good girl.” He stepped away from her and opened the door that led into the bar. The sights and sounds that flooded her senses helped ease her further into her role. People laughed over drinks, subs knelt by their Doms, the smell of leather and alcohol permeated the air. Sensual music played softly over the speakers. They walked hand in hand to the bar where Eli sat visiting with Samuel.
“Evening you two,” Eli said. “How was your nap?”
“It was great, thank you, Master Eli,” Austin said.
Patrick squeezed her hand in approval. “We just wanted to say hello before we went to the dungeon,” Patrick said. “Maybe we’ll have a drink when we’re done.”
“Don’t forget to warn Holly,” Eli said with a wink.
Patrick rolled his eyes and tugged Austin away from the bar. When they stepped into the dungeon, party goers were already playing on the equipment. Austin scanned the room looking for Holly Sutton but didn’t see her.
“We’ll play in an alcove,” Patrick said, nodding his head toward the left side of the room. Two of the alcoves on that side were open. They wouldn’t need to worry about Holly or anyone else in there.
“Are there any house submissive duties for me other than the clean-up crew?” She’d joined the clean-up team on her last trip here and enjoyed the group of people who were part of it.
Patrick shook his head. “Tonight, you’re all mine.”
“I’m always yours,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes.
Patrick chuckled and fisted a hand in her hair, tugging her the rest of the short distance into the alcove.
“We’re going to forget about everything but us tonight,” Patrick said as he dropped his toy bag on the floor inside the alcove. Austin jumped at the sound of it landing.
“Rope, or leather?” Patrick asked, moving to the chaise lounge that sat in the corner. He pulled it away from the wall and sat on the corner of it.
“Leather, I think,” Austin said quietly, unsure if she was supposed to be doing anything.
“Good choice,” Patrick said. “Come here.” He patted his knee and Austin moved to perch on his lap, her pulse speeding up as he pulled her close for a tender kiss.
“Take the dress off and lay here,” he said, pressing his palm to the leather of the chaise lounge.
As she took off the dress, he draped the black piece of furniture in a sheet he pulled from his bag. He also pulled several leather cuffs out and set them on the floor.
She handed him her dress and lowered herself to the lounger, letting her thighs fall open.
“Trying to distract me?” he teased as he dropped to one knee next to her.
She giggled when he picked up her ankle and pressed a kiss to her foot. “I’m not going to strap you down just yet. I want to watch you play with yourself. I’ve heard it, but I’ve never seen it, unless you count the times I’ve had you play while my cock was in your mouth.”
Austin blushed as Patrick trailed a hand from her ankle to her hip.
“I’m waiting,” he said, when she didn’t move.
Her hand moved languidly from her side until it rested at her pubic bone. Closing her eyes, hoping to forget someone was watching her, she slid one finger through her folds and flicked at her clit. A subtle gasp left her as she ignited a smoldering fire between her legs. Her lips parted and her tongue poked out to wet them as she focused her attention on the pleasure that was already starting to consume her.
Patrick hummed beside her and she squirmed as his hand came to rest on her thigh. “You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
She wanted to ask what he was waiting for but
refrained since she was hoping for an orgasm. His hand slid from her thigh to capture the wrist of the hand that had been stoking the flames of her need. She whimpered as he lifted it away, but the whimpered slipped into a moan as he replaced her hand with his.
“Well, that didn’t take long,” he murmured. “You’re soaked.”
A garbled groan left her as he plunged two fingers inside her. As quickly as it had begun, his hand stopped moving and he stood.
“Up on all fours, baby. Put your knees close to the edge.”
When she stuck her bottom lip out, he leaned down and tugged at one nipple. “Did you really think I was going to let you come so easily?”
She giggled as he let her go. “I was hoping, anyway, Sir.”
He gave a dark laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need. We’re just going to do it my way.”
Austin nodded as she rolled and lifted herself into the position he’d asked for. When he had her just the way he wanted her, he picked up the cuffs and began strapping them to her ankles and wrists. From the underside of the chaise lounge, he pulled metal clips that easily attached to the rings on her leather cuffs.
It had looked like such a vanilla piece of furniture, but of course she should have known better in a place like Solitaire.
His hand rested at the small of her back. “How do the cuffs feel? Do I need to adjust anything?”
Austin shook her head. “No, Sir. All comfortable.”
“Good girl. Let’s see if we can warm you up a little before I fuck you.”
Austin shuddered as he stepped away, keenly aware of the loss of his touch. It was something she’d come to crave over the past few weeks.
The falls of a flogger brushed down her spine, letting her know he was back. She lifted her head and a soft moan left her as several of the strands brushed between her legs. The way he’d cuffed her had her feeling exposed.
She heard the gentle swish of the flogger before it landed across her ass. It wasn’t a hard strike, just enough to wake up her nerve endings. The next stroke landed a little harder, causing her to squeak. He chuckled and settled into a steady rhythm. It didn’t take long for Austin to slip away into sub space as he continued to assault her backside with the toy. When her ass was burning but still not in pain, the stinging lashes stopped abruptly.
Austin jumped. Patrick had pressed the handle of the flogger between her legs. The handle was rounded and smooth, much like a dildo.
“What do you think? Should I fuck you with this handle?” he asked, pressing the thick wood against her clit.
She whimpered as she felt her exposed pussy flood with moisture. “You can fuck me however you want, Sir.” Her voice was husky and breathless.
He pressed a kiss to her back and moved the handle to her entrance. When it entered her, he shifted his free hand to grip her hair at the nape of her neck.
When she was frenzied and begging as he pumped the flogger handle in and out of her, he pulled it free of her opening and it clattered to the ground. She jumped at the sound, but he soothed her nerves with a gentle caress.
“Are you ready for me to bury myself in your ass, baby girl?”
She nodded her consent and he moved to the head of the lounge and bent to undo the clips on her wrist cuffs. “I’m leaving your legs attached to the chaise, but you might need your hands,” he said as he stood between her legs at the end of the furniture. The gentle purr of his zipper had her nipples tightening.
As she listened to the rustle of a condom wrapper, she shifted her weight, lifting each wrist and rotating it.
His hands on her hips stilled her again. Instead of pressing against her ass the way she expected, he pushed his cock into her pussy, taking her by surprise.
He moved in lazy strokes for a few seconds before she heard a plastic popping sound. Cool lube dripped between her cheeks, and the popping sound repeated as he shut the bottle.
“We’re going to take this slow. Deep breaths, baby girl,” he said as he pulled out of her. As she took a deep breath, his thick erection rested between her ass cheeks and she willed herself not to tense up. They had been playing with anal toys for weeks and the orgasms were amazing. She could do this.
When she blew out the breath she’d been holding, he pushed past her tight ring. She cried out and sucked in another breath.
“Easy, baby. I’ve got you. Find your clit and make yourself feel good for me,” he crooned.
Bracing herself with one arm, she lifted the other and pressed two fingers to her clit and rubbed in frantic circles. Her senses were so heightened that she was soon trembling with the need to orgasm. His cock inched further into her, and the burning pain that had shot through her now mixed with the pleasure building at her center. When he was fully inside her, his fingers dug into her thighs and he let out a moan.
“God, you feel good,” he said, his voice clipped as he eased out of her again, though not fully. Her fingers continued to play at her clit.
“Please let me come,” she mewled as he thrust into her faster this time.
“Hold it back, baby. Soon, I promise. I’m going to fuck you hard now,” he said.
His cock slammed into her and she cried out, unable to hold back the begging that came out. Her cries went unanswered for what felt like forever, but she continued to beg as she fingered her pussy. Thick fingers tangled in her hair and jerked her head up.
“Come,” he bit out, never slowing the relentless rhythm he fucked her with.
The orgasm tore through her and she screamed out her pleasure, not caring if anyone in the dungeon could hear her.
“Fuck,” Patrick bit out. His cock went rigid inside her and his fingers dug deeper into her hips as bliss rolled through them both. When he loosened his grip, her hips tingled where he’d been holding her. With ginger movement, he pulled himself free of her and she let herself collapse onto her stomach.
She could hear him moving around behind her but didn’t have the energy to lift her head and see what he was doing. Warm hands began removing the cuffs at her ankles. When he was done, Patrick shifted her, so he could lay next to her.
They didn’t speak for a long time, and Austin was OK with that. She wanted to stay in this cocoon with him for as long as she could. The real world was lurking just beyond the doors of the club, and it had the potential to destroy them.
Chapter Thirty-One
“Master Patrick, are you in there?” Patrick sat up at the sound of Cassie’s voice. Zipping his pants, he stood and moved to the alcove entrance.
“This better be a damn emergency, Cassie,” he said pulling the curtain back far enough to poke his head out.
The girl winced. “I’m really sorry. Master Lance and Jax asked me to find you and Austin. They said it’s important.”
“Tell them we’ll meet them in the conference room in ten minutes,” he said, dragging a hand through his hair.
When he turned, Austin was already standing. He wanted to scold her, hold on to a bit of the dominance he wielded over her, but he knew their scene was done and they had to face whatever was out there. Lance and Jax wouldn’t have asked Cassie to break the cardinal rule of not interrupting play time at the club if it weren’t urgent.
He tossed her the dress he’d laid on the table and pulled on his t-shirt.
“You, OK?” he asked when they were dressed.
“I’m good. Sorry we always seem to be getting interrupted,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“The fact that they interrupted us is what has me worried,” he said dryly. “Let’s go see what they want.”
He clutched her hand in his, and together they walked through the dungeon and bar and made their way to the conference room. There, Lance and Jax were hunched over a laptop, talking in quiet tones.
“Sorry to ruin your fun, but you needed to see this,” Jax said. Lance shoved an empty rolling chair away from the table and motioned for Patrick to sit. Tension formed between his shoulder blades as he sat and looked a
t Lance’s screen.
“What am I looking at?”
Lance tapped the screen and the photo Patrick had been sent. “I was able to trace the phone this was sent from. It’s an unregistered device so I have no way of knowing who sent it, but I was able to get into it and see some of the other activity. You’re not the only one who got this photo. It was also sent to a district attorney’s email. If I had to guess it’s the one trying your case.”
“Fuck,” Austin swore. “Is what you’re doing legal? If it’s not, I need to leave.” She was standing behind Patrick with a hand on his shoulder. He reached up and squeezed her hand.
“I’m not breaking any laws but anything I find is unlikely to be admissible in court.”
“Understood,” Austin said.
“So why did I need to see this right now?”
Lance swiped a finger across his screen and a photo of another diamond slid onto the screen. “These were also on the phone. I’m assuming they’re the rest of the diamonds taken,” he said as he continued flipping through pictures.
Patrick leaned into the screen to examine each of the photos. “Wait, go back,” he said.
Lance switched directions and returned to a previous photo. “What do you see?”
“I’m not sure, but something about the background is familiar. Can you tell when the photo was taken?”
“It will take a sec, but I can probably dig up the metadata,” Lance said.
“OK, do it,” Patrick said.
“I’m digging into your father some more,” Jax said when Lance pulled the laptop closer and hunkered down to type. “He’s only had a handful of visitors since he was locked up, but it seems fairly clear to me that he’s still trying to keep his connections to the diamond business which doesn’t make sense since he’s selling the company.”
Patrick shrugged. “That honestly doesn’t surprise me. Did you find anything to prove he’s trying to frame me?”
“Not yet, I’m digging through the visitor list and investigating each person, but it’s going to take some time.”
“I’m not sure how much time we have, Jax. The prosecutor is offering Patrick a plea deal, but the offer is only good for a few days. That tells me they have something big they intend to present at trial.”