Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (23 page)

Nipples
hardening in the air, Lexie nervously brushed her hands over her hips as she
slipped out of her heels.  She would have tried to give him a sultry look
before turning to walk over to the exam table, but he wasn't looking at her
face anyway.  Probably for the best, because she felt more anxious than
sultry right now.

Anxious in a
good way though.  Even though she'd never been allowed downstairs to watch
the scenes, it was impossible not to recognize what the table was for.  It
looked like a gyno's table, except with restraints.  Which meant it was a
little scary looking, but that was also kind of exciting.  Lexie didn't
have a whole lot of experience with being tied up, and she sure as hell didn't
have any experience being tied up by a man like Patrick.  She'd really
enjoyed being restrained during her scene with Master Michael.  It had
been freeing in some ways, to have no choice but to trust him.  

Of course she
always had the safe word, but she'd still had to trust that her safe word would
be honored.  That trust was what made BDSM so intimate.  

Turning, she
placed her hands on the cushy material of the exam table and pulled herself up
so that she was sitting on the edge, in between the leg harnesses.  

"Good
girl.  Now lay back and put your hands above her hand and your feet in the
stirrups."

She did as he
said, although she giggled nervously.  Spreading her legs for Patrick was
completely different from doing it for the gyno.  Would she ever be able
to go to the doctor again without thinking about this?  She really hoped
so.  It would be super awkward to get turned on every time she went in for
her annual check-up.

"Do you
remember when I tried to convince you to play doctor?" she asked, before
catching his raised eyebrow.  "Ah, Sir?"  She knew they
were in a scene, but she really didn't think she could deal with being one of
those submissives who had to request permission to speak.  That wasn't
her.  When something came to her head, she wanted to be able to say it,
unless he told her otherwise.  If there were times he wanted that from
her, she'd be willing to comply, but she didn't want to have to do it all the
time.

"You were
a little too young, and I was a little too old then," he said, chuckling
as he turned away and walked up the length of the table to wrap leather cuffs
around her wrists.  He tightened the straps they were attached to, which
were wrapped around the table; the restraints would hold her wrists securely in
position. 

"If you
hadn't been in middle school, would you have done it?"

Patrick
chuckled.  "No.  Either way, you should have been trying to play
doctor with kids your own age, not mine."

"Who says
I didn't?"

His big hands
stilled, one of them resting on her arm, and she looked up into his face. 
The big guy was scowling hard enough that the expression pulled on his scar.
 "With who?"

She just
laughed.  There had been one boy, in her neighborhood, whom she'd played
doctor with, but it hadn't been anything worse than a little "show me
yours and I'll show you mine."  They hadn't even understood what the
different parts were for.

"You're
going to pay for that, Pixie."  Patrick ran his hand down her arm,
making her skin tingle.  He was touching her!  

Her nipples
had already been stiff, but now they throbbed as his fingers dragged down to
her collar bone and down between her breasts to rest on her rib cage.  She
felt like whimpering.  That wasn't where she wanted him to touch!  

But he just
wrapped another strap over her body, holding down her midsection, rather than
caressing her.  Rather than touching her.  Lexie could have kicked
him.  Well, she could have for a couple more minutes, but no longer than
that, because he strapped her legs into the stirrups.  Then he pulled them
wide and she wanted to whimper for a whole different reason.

When he looked
at her open, splayed pussy, he forgot to hide his feelings, and the naked lust,
hunger and longing on his face was unmistakable.  Lexie sucked in a deep
breath, her body immediately responding to the naked need she saw, feeling her
own emotions answering in the same way.

Then, as if he
realized what he looked like, a blank mask slid over his face again.  He
looked up at her out of unfathomable dark eyes, but it didn't matter. 
She'd already seen to the heart of him, and she was doing her best to wait for
him to be ready to acknowledge it as well.  To show him how good they
could be - would be - together, once he gave in.

"Okay,
Pixie, it's time for your check up."  Patrick said, giving her a
wink.  Trying to act nonchalant.  She saw right through him, but she
smiled back anyway.

"Yes,
Sir.  Although I don't know why you needed to restrain me for this,"
she said in an innocent voice, batting her eyes.  Being tied up and
vulnerable in front of him was making her pussy cream, but she was going to
play the role anyway.  "I'm a good patient, I promise."

"We'll
see, sweetheart," he said, chuckling.  "I'm pretty sure you've
never had a check-up quite like this."

"That's
already true," she muttered, under her breath, watching as he went to the
cabinets and opened them, picking up a long, slender glass thermometer. 
It was much bigger than any of the ones she'd ever had under her tongue and she
had a pretty good idea of where it was going to go.  Not that she had any
objections.  The few times she'd read BDSM stories with a medical slant,
the anal thermometer had always intrigued her, even if the rest of it hadn't
been her cup of tea.  

Patrick didn't
look anything like a doctor, so it wasn't like they were doing super involved
role-play.  Not like the way Hilary talked about doing it with Liam, but
that was okay.  She didn't want an actual medical exam.  She wanted
Patrick to play with
her
, and she wanted him to be himself, not to lose
himself in a role.  For a moment, she wondered if that's why he'd chosen
the Doctor's Office tonight.  

But he was
dressed as himself and, mostly, acting like himself.  The black leathers
that hugged his legs and the v-neck, black shirt stretched over his muscles
were his normal club wear.  Even his controlled expression was all him, as
was the light in his eyes and the very small tilt to his lips that hinted at a
smile.  

His eyes swept
over her naked body as he approached, moving down to stand between her legs
again.  

"First,
I'm going to take your temperature."

"Yes,
Sir," she said, knowing that she didn't need to speak, but doing it anyway
because she liked to see the small flash of awareness in his eyes whenever she
called him that.  The little spark that showed his pleasure.

To her
surprise, he pushed the thermometer into her pussy, not her ass.  It slid
in easily, cool and hard, and not nearly as thick as she wanted, but she moaned
anyway because it still felt good.  Her pussy tightened around it as
Patrick moved it slightly out and then thrust back in, fucking her with the
slim instrument.  The glass was already warming, but it still felt weird
inside of her.

When he pulled
it out, one end was glossy and wet with her juices.  Patrick's gleaming
smile made her shiver in anticipation.  "That should be all the
lubrication it needs."

The warmed,
slicked end pressed against her anus, circling for just a moment, and then he pushed
it in.  The tight ring of muscle opened easily, because the thermometer
wasn't exactly huge, but she could still feel it distinctly.  Like with
her pussy, Patrick pumped the slender rod gently, in and out of her ass. 
It didn't hurt, it wasn't enough, but as teasing foreplay it was perfect.
 

She wanted
more.  Of everything. 

"Nice and
normal," Patrick said, pulling it free and checking what the temperature
said.  Lexie couldn't help but roll her eyes over the fact that he
actually looked.

"Oh, what
a relief,
Doctor
," she teased back, squirming a little bit. 
Now both of her holes felt wet and ready, wanting to be played with and filled
with something more substantial than a thermometer.  

Patrick
swatted the inside of her thigh, making her yelp at the unexpected sting. 
Her sensitive skin felt the burn immediately, and there was no way for her to
rub or soothe the spot, not tied up as she was.  If he wanted to, he could
spank her inner thighs all day long and there was nothing she could do about
it.  A shiver of excited arousal rippled through her in response, her
nipples feeling like they were perking up even more, if that was
possible. 

"Behave,"
Patrick said simply, although he was obviously more amused than upset.  If
he hadn't been, he would have smacked her a lot harder.

Walking back
over to the cabinets, he tossed the thermometer in the bin for cleaning, and
Lexie watched as he opened up another cabinet and pulled out something she'd
never seen before.  What the heck was it?  It definitely hadn't been
in there the last time she'd decorated Stronghold, she always went through the
available toys in each of the rooms when she did that.  Curiosity and all
that.  

It kind of
looked like a small scale, the kind apothecaries would have used way back when,
the kind that Justice held in her hand whenever she was depicted, except that
there weren't any actual scales.  There was an upright bar and a crossbar,
with what looked like chains hanging from each end of it, and the top of the upright
bar had a big ball atop it.  As Patrick brought it over, she realized that
the chains each ended in rubber-tipped clamps.

"Oh
shit..."

"Figured
it out have you?" Patrick asked, a sadistic little gleam in his eye.
 "This is what we call a nipple tree.  I brought it from home
especially for tonight."

Geezus... this
was from Patrick's private collection?  Maybe he was a little bit more of
a sadist than she realized.  Not like it stopped her pussy from creaming;
if anything, she was getting even more excited.  

******

The heat in
Lexie's eyes would have burned him if it had been a tangible thing. 
Patrick had taken the opportunity to adjust his cock while his back had been
turned to her, but he still wasn't comfortable.  How could he be with the
head of his dick trapped in the waistband of his pants and his balls turning
blue?

She looked
fucking spectacular.  Spread out like a feast for the senses, tempting him
with every little tremor in her body, fucking with his control just by being
who she was.  Being restrained hadn't tempered any of her sass, and he
liked it that way.  He also liked the way her blue eyes widened at the
sight of the nipple tree, the excitement tinged with fear that filled them, and
how her back instinctively arched, thrusting her breasts up.

They weren't
more than a handful, but they were a fucking perfect handful, with nipples that
were made to be tortured.  

Placing the
tree in the center of her chest, right between her breasts, he looked down at
her to see her gnawing on her lower lip.  "What's your safe word,
Pixie?"

"Red,
Sir."

"Don't
forget, you can use it at any time."

The look he
got back for that reminder was almost contemptuous.  "I won't need it
for this.  Sir."

He reached
down and smacked her inner thigh again, this time of the opposite, and watched
as her pupils dilated and she shuddered.  Gorgeous.  Perfect.  

When he cupped
her breast, positioning her nipple under one of the clamps, her quick, indrawn
breath had him glancing at her expression again.  Just to make sure she
hadn't changed her mind.  She looked almost blissful, and it took him a
moment to realize it was because he was touching her.  Which nearly
brought him to his knees as his control wavered. 

Before he'd
looked at her face and seen her reaction to him, he'd been able to
not
 think
about how soft her breast was, how silky her skin was, and how fucking good she
smelled.  The utterly sincere and honest way she responded to him cracked
his control and shattered the walls he'd put up, the same walls which had made
it possible for him to ignore how good she felt under his hand.  Gritting
his teeth, he quickly clamped her nipple, careful that it wouldn't be too tight
with the ring going through the tender bud, but still tight enough to hold.
 

Lexie gasped
and then gave a pained moan, shuddering as she struggled to adjust to the
clamp.  He knew it would feel like fire, going straight through the core
of her breast, and yet she didn't even seem to consider protesting. 
Clamping her other nipple, he couldn't stop himself from caressing the soft
underside of her breast before releasing her. 

"How does
that feel, sweetheart?" he asked, stroking one finger down the center of
her stomach.  Now that he'd started touching her, he was finding it nearly
impossible to stop... but he exerted enough control over himself to only touch
her with one finger and only an area that wasn't sexual.  Just because her
stomach was soft and smooth and trembled beneath his finger didn't make it
sexual.

"Hurts,"
she said, panting a little bit.  Her pupils were huge as she looked up at
him, pools of black rimmed with bright blue and practically glowing.
 "Hurts
good.
"