Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (15 page)

Now Lexie was
taken too.  Yeah, Patrick was hedging around it with all sorts of fancy
talk, but that didn't make her feel any less claimed.

Especially
when his eyes flared, hot and hungry in his dark face, as he fastened it around
her neck.  It took her breath away, to see the possessive look flash
across his face before it swiftly mutated back into the bland expression he'd
been holding.  The collar meant something to him too, even if he wasn't
willing to admit it.

"Thank
you, Sir," she said, just to get another one of those hot looks from
him.  He really liked it when she called him Sir and meant it.  It
got her pretty hot too, even if it felt a little weird, since she'd spent her
entire life calling him Patrick.  Calling him Sir might be odd, but it
also marked the serious change in her relationship, and she would have done it
for that reason alone even if it hadn't gotten a reaction from him.  

"You're
welcome, Pixie."  White teeth flashed in a grin before he put back on
his serious face.  "Stand up, sweetheart, but keep your hands behind
your back.  I'll help you if you need it."

Holy crap,
stomach muscles!  Lexie had practiced the kneeling stuff before, after
reading about it, but she hadn't done it with her hands behind her back, and
she hadn't realized how much harder it would be to stand without her
arms.  She'd never realized what useful things arms were when it came to
balance and momentum.  Standing up sounded so simple, but she barely
managed it, and it sure as heck didn't look graceful.  

"Not
bad," Patrick said, a hint of amusement in his voice.  Lexie had to
check herself from glaring at him.  "Was that the first time you've
done that?"

"Yes."
 She really hated that she sounded out of breath as she said it, but her
stomach muscles were still protesting from beneath her waist cincher.  A
sharp slap to her thigh made her jump.  "Um, yes, Sir."

"Practice
it at home, it will get easier."  His hand rubbed over the spot on
her thigh that he'd slapped, and then his fingers began to trail up her
side.  Lexie almost forgot how to breathe as he traced a line that almost,
but not quite, touched her breast, and then trailed up her throat until his
fingers wrapped around the back of her neck.  By the time his fingers had
finished their journey, it felt as if her heart was fluttering like a bird
trapped in a cage.  Patrick was touching her,
really
 touching
her, and not like a kid sister or just a friend.  Pressure on the back of
her neck had her moving forward, almost dream-like.  Although, if she woke
up now, she was going to scream.  "Come on, Pixie.  I've set up
the Office for us."

For a moment
she was confused as he propelled her towards the door which led straight into
the club, and then she realized he meant the theme room Office. 
Excitement rushed through her, anticipation curling in her belly.  She was
going to scene with Patrick.  

She was
going to scene with Patrick!

Her
overwhelming joy and arousal made it a hell of a lot easier to step out onto
the main club floor, barely dressed.  More than one person turned to
stare, and then quickly turned away as Patrick focused his glare on them. 
Of course, he couldn't glare at everyone all at once.  Lexie found herself
buoyed by the supportive looks from the other submissives, and both aroused and
a bit intimidated by the speculative and intense looks from the
dominants.  Some of them had flirted with her before, but they'd never
looked at her with quite this intent interest.  Then again, she'd never
been this unclothed in front of them before.

Glancing over
at the bar area, she saw Olivia sitting there with Adam and Angel.  The
redheaded Domme gave her a thumbs up, which immediately drew Adam and Angel's
attention to what she was looking at.  Adam looked like he groaned as he
covered his eyes, earning himself a wallop on the shoulder from his
girlfriend.  Unfortunately for Angel, she was also his submissive, and
they were in the club.  While Adam would occasionally tolerate things like
that at home, there was no way he would put up with it here. 

Even as Lexie
and Patrick passed by, heading towards the stairs, Adam was already pulling a
protesting and apologetic Angel over his lap while Olivia watched.  One of
these days Angel would probably remember to temper her responses at the
club.  Probably.

The warmth of
Patrick's hand on her neck was reassuring.  He'd held her this way many
times, although never with sexual intent, and so the pressure was something she
was used to, giving her something familiar in this new and anxiety-inducing
situation.  As much as Lexie had wanted to be in Stronghold, with Patrick,
she couldn't help but feel a bit terrified now that she finally was.  Up
until this moment, everything had felt a little surreal, but they were entering
the Office theme room, and they were about to scene.  

This was no
dream.  This was more than just her interest in BDSM on the line, it was her
heart too.  She knew that she'd built Patrick up in her head, that her
fantasies had taken wing.  All of the sudden, she couldn't help but worry
about all the things that could go horribly wrong.  She'd already been
worried that she wouldn't be able to fulfill his needs, but what if he couldn't
fulfill hers?  What if the spark between them died in the face of cold
reality?  What if the fantasy that she'd built up in her mind was a
million times better than anything he could deliver and she'd doomed her responses
from the start?

"Breathe,
Pixie."  Patrick squeezed her neck slightly, his fingers massaging,
searching out exactly the right spots, and she jerked in a startled breath,
looking up at him.  The secure feel of the leather collar around her neck
made it feel like he was still holding her even once he let go.  She liked
that.  "Now, I told you what would happen if you came to my club
dressed like this again, didn't I?"

When he tugged
on one of her nipple rings, Lexie thought she might pass out.  The zing of
pleasure and pain went straight down to her pussy, so much more intense than
she'd expected.  Not because of any physical difference in how he tugged
the ring, but just because it was
Patrick
 doing it.

"But you
told me to-" Lexie's brain finally caught up with her mouth and she cut
herself off.  "I mean, yes, Sir.  I'm sorry, Sir."  

"You
don't sound very sorry."  Fortunately, he sounded amused rather than
annoyed at her insincere apology.  Even though she knew he was
role-playing a part and that he wasn't really upset about how she was dressed -
considering this was what he'd demanded - she didn't want to actually make him
mad at her.  "I think I can change that, though.  Go put your
forearms on the desk."

Holy
crap.  He really was going to recreate what had happened when she'd shown
up in his office.  Only, hopefully, with a much better ending.  

The position
left her ass high in the air, her breasts swaying slightly beneath her, just like
before.  Except, this time she didn't have on a thong.  Her
glistening pussy was completely exposed.  She was sure that she heard him
take a quick inhale of breath as she bent over, and that made her even
hotter.  Ha.  It was going to be a hell of a lot harder for Patrick
to deny his attraction to her while he was training her.

Which was
exactly what Lexie wanted.  

His hand
smoothed over her lower back, just below the waist cincher, but pulled away
before he actually touched the curve of her ass, and she almost whimpered with
disappointment.  Then, he was standing beside her, crouching down so that
her breasts were hanging right in front of his face.  Lexie shuddered as
he tugged on a nipple ring, twisting it gently, and the sensation zinged
through her again.  She really fucking liked it when he played with her rings. 
It made the painful aftermath of the initial piercing more than worth it.

The ring
tugged on her nipple, and then the pressure held.  Lexie glanced down as
Patrick tugged at her other nipple.  He was hanging what looked like
jewelry from them, two strings of sapphire blue that matched her cincher and
also her eyes.  They were each about two inches long, and the beads were
heavy enough to stretch her nipples.  Every movement she made would make
the strings sway and pull.  

"Beautiful,"
Patrick murmured, flicking one of the strands.  Lexie shivered as her
nipple tingled and tugged, and pleasure went sizzling through her.  

He stood
again, moving around to the other side of the desk and opening up the
drawers.  Lexie knew there were toys in there, and her pussy clenched in
anticipation.  What was he going to use on her?  Her insides were
practically dancing with glee as a happy little inner voice sang
Patrick's
going to play with me!
 over and over inside her head.

She shifted,
and the nipple jewelry swayed, pulling on her rings and making her nipples
ache.  Patrick laid out the items one by one, right in front of her, so
that she couldn't fail to see.  A butterfly vibrator, still in its
packaging.  A beautiful glass butt plug, about four inches long and an
inch in diameter at its thickest part.  A leather paddle and a supple
leather strap that was about two feet long.  All of it made her insides
churn in anxious excitement.

His hand
hovered over the plug.  "You indicated anal as a 'maybe' on your
survey.  Have you used one of these before?"

"Yes,
Sir," Lexie said, trying not to sound too baby-girl breathless.  She
still couldn't believe this was finally happening; her body was running riot
with emotions.  Knowing that getting involved with a Dom would probably
mean anal, Lexie had bought a plug and played with it, just to know what it
would feel like.  But hers was rubber and not nearly as pretty.
 "Mine isn't like that though."

There was a
bit of a pause before Patrick replied, his voice carefully controlled, and
Lexie realized that he must think she'd been playing with anal with another
man.  That was nice to know.  "What is yours like?"

"Rubber. 
Not so pretty.  About the same size though.  Sir."

"Do you
like it?"

"I've
gotten used to it, Sir."

Patrick
laughed.  Even though she hadn't said that it was her toy and hers alone,
he seemed to have figured that out.  "I'll have to see if I can do a
bit better than that.  Your safe word is Red."

"Yes,
Sir."  Lexie smiled down at the desk between her arms.  It was
just like him to take that as a challenge.  She wouldn't mind if he made
it feel better.  Sometimes she masturbated with the plug in, and she had
to admit, she did like the extra feeling of fullness, but she didn't quite
understand the big deal about anal.  Then again, she'd never played with
anything larger than the plug either.  From all the BDSM romance novels
she'd read, she'd noticed that there was a theme when it came to the Doms
wanting to be the first to play with that hole.  

But he didn't
pick up the plug, instead he picked up the butterfly vibrator.  Lexie
squirmed a little, stopping when the strands on her nipples tugged
gently.  She'd always wondered about those vibrators, but had never had
the extra money to spend to buy one.  

Whereas
Patrick obviously knew what to do with one.  It took him less than a
minute to get it securely strapped to her body in just the right place, its
soft jelly surface nestling against her pussy and clit.  Lexie moaned and
shuddered as it turned on, the vibrations soft against her wet folds, teasing
her.  The humming was more subtle than she would have guessed, making her
want to press her pussy against something to increase the stimulation. 

Unfortunately,
she was stuck in position with nothing nearby to help her.  

Patrick picked
up the plug.  It looked tiny in his dark hands, but Lexie knew that it
wasn't going to feel that way.

Once he was
back behind her, she heard the sound of lube being squeezed out of its
packet.  It dripped, cold and wet, onto her anus, making her shiver so
that the beads hanging from her nipples danced.  Her pussy clenched
emptily, her clit swollen and needy against the butterfly vibrator. 
Fuck... this was intense.  Partly because of what he was doing, and partly
because it was Patrick doing it.

Cool hardness
pressed against her anus and Lexie sucked in a breath, trying to make her lower
body relax.  It wasn't easy, because the thick nose of the glass plug felt
so different from anything that she was used to, but she managed to bear down
so that it began to slide inside of her.  The surface was much cooler than
she was used to, much less yielding as well.  Her anus clenched around it,
burning a bit with discomfort as it was stretched open.  

"Relax,
Pixie, I thought you said you were used to this," Patrick said soothingly,
placing one hand on her lower back and pressing down gently.  That helped
a little. 

"I'm also
used to doing this on my own, at my own pace," Lexie retorted.
 "Sir."

She gasped as
he pressed it deeper, stretching her tight hole.  Not that he was moving
much faster than she normally did on her own, but since she had no control over
how fast the plug was entering her, it was a very different experience. 
Every movement was unexpected, because she wasn't the one doing it.