Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (38 page)

The things she
circled were the ones that were just too much.  Like not wearing panties -
ever.  Like wearing a butt plug whenever he wasn't with her.  Waking
him up every day with a blow job.  Not that she didn't like the idea, and
she was certainly willing to do it quite often, but every single day? 
No.  She was also not going to wait for him every time she had to take a
shower, and he was not paying for her waxes.  She could pay to get her own
pussy waxed, thank you.  Maybe that was a weird line to draw, considering
that she didn't mind so many of his other strictures on her life, but she
wanted to pay for her own beauty treatments. 

He'd also put
in the exceptions to the rules - like when she was on period or if she was
sick.  There were separate rules for being sick, which made her wonder if
he thought she didn't know how to take care of herself when she wasn't feeling
well.  On the other hand, she was perfectly happy to let him pamper her
when she was sick and wait on her hand and foot, which appeared to be what he
wanted.  Strangely, he hadn't included anything about when he got sick,
but she knew that she'd take care of him regardless.  Silly man.

Punishments
were also lined out, everything from spanking to a caning (for the worst
offenses) and all that was in between.  It was clear that the survey she'd
done for Stronghold had been taken into consideration, because everything was
within the limits she'd outlined in the survey.  Even when he was setting
out all the rules he wanted her to follow, he was still thinking about her as
well.  Which was really sweet, when it came right down to it.  Most
infractions would be punished before bedtime every night, which would add to
her anxiousness as he counted them up throughout the day, unless he thought
something needed an immediate consequence. 

She wondered
if her friends would be horrified by the contract.  They might or might not
understand.  Then again, Jessica let Justin pretty much dress her up for
Stronghold whenever they went, and he went shopping with her for her regular
clothes now too.  Angel, as Olivia had pointed out, never hung out with
her guy friends without Adam anymore.  They let their Doms control parts
of their lives outside of the club, it just wasn't written down as part of the
relationships.

When she
looked up, Patrick was standing at the entrance into the kitchen, leaning
against the door frame and watching her.

"How long
have you been standing there?" she asked.  She'd been so involved in
the contract and her own thoughts that she hadn't even heard him stop doing the
dishes.

"Long
enough to see you make some interesting expressions," he teased, his dark
eyes flashing with amusement.  The scar on his face seemed to tug at his
upper lip, pulling it into a smile.  

"You have
issues."

"Tell me
something I don't already know."  Straightening up, he moved back
into his position on the couch next to her, arm stretched out along the back.
 "Let's go over it and we can make some amendments.  Or, at
least, negotiate."

"And at
the end of our negotiations, you'll still get what you want, right?"

"Probably."
 The twinkle in his eye was both devious and seductive.  

Lexie leaned
over and gave him a kiss, which obviously surprised him, but he didn't pull
away.  She sighed happily as he put his hand on the back of her neck,
letting his tongue duel with hers.  Considering the contract she was
holding in her hand, she'd wondered how he would take any blatant affection on
her part.  Apparently kissing was okay, although stroking his knee hadn't
been.  Granted, she'd had ulterior motives involving stopping the movie
and moving to the bedroom, whereas she just wanted to kiss him now, but
still. 

Pulling away,
she handed him the contract with all the marks she'd made.  

"What is
it with you and the butt plug, anyway?" she asked.  "I thought
Adam was the one with the anal fetish."

"It's
more about making sure you're thinking about me when I'm not there," he
said, running his fingers through her hair.  She really loved it when he
did that.  In fact, if they would work into the contract that he had to do
that all the time, she'd be more willing to consider things like the butt plug.
 "The best way to do that is a toy, and the plug serves two purposes
at once, because it will also stretch you out for me."

The wicked
grin he gave her sent a shiver straight through her body.  Lexie had
played with herself before, but when it came to anal sex, she was a
virgin.  Nothing other than toys and fingers.  She hadn't consciously
thought of it as saving part of herself for Patrick, just in case, but now it
kinda felt that way.  The idea of him claiming that last part of her...
well, it made her pussy do all sorts of crazy contractions. 

"Okay,
but I'm not wearing a plug to the office.  I can't sit like that all day
and do my job, and I know you wouldn't want me to be a bad worker."
 She batted her eyes innocently at his snort of amusement.

"But
you'd be willing to wear it at other times?"

Part of her
wanted to say no, just because the idea made her a bit uncomfortable, but the
heat in his eyes as he twirled her hair around his finger was making her
reconsider.  Plus, the whole thinking about him even when he wasn't with
her thing was really kind of hot.

"What if
I wore it whenever I'm home without you?  A small one.  No
graduating sizes on me or anything," she said.

The sinfully
sexy smile that spread across his face made the concession worth it.  Heat
bloomed in her cheeks, and lower in her belly, at the look that he gave
her.  It was full of erotic promise, guaranteeing rewards and pleasure at
his hands, and it occurred to her that it was a very dangerous smile.  The
kind that could tempt a girl into making very bad decisions.

"What
about girls’ nights?  I want to make sure you don't forget me then,
either," he said, pulling her closer, that smile on his face making her
weak and stupid.

"Girls’
nights out," she managed to say.  "Not in.  Those are all
about being comfortable."

"Alright. 
Write it down."

Her hand shook
as she did so, crossing out the relevant portion and writing in the new
agreement.  The rest of the negotiations were like that.  Patrick
looking more and more smug, even as he bent in his demands, and her feeling
more and more like just saying fuck it so that they could stop negotiating and
get to the good stuff.  All the stuff that damned smile of his teased her
with. 

In the end, he
agreed that she could wear panties to work and when she was out in public
wearing a skirt, but never at home or the club, which she considered a fair
compromise.  Morning blow jobs were assigned to the weekends, since she
had to get up early for work on the weekdays.  Lexie didn't mind that at
all, since she had a feeling Patrick wasn't going to let her out of bed without
playing with her as well.  She had no objections to hot morning sex every
weekend.  She wore him down on paying for her waxes and on the showers
thing, although she agreed that she would let him know whenever she was getting
in the shower if he was around.  It sounded like he planned on joining her
whenever that happened. 

"I like
washing you," was what he’d said.

Yeah
okay.  If he wanted to take every opportunity to see her naked that he
could, who was she to complain? 

They both
signed their names to the bottom of the amended contract, after initialing the
changes.  It felt weird to be so excited over what looked like a legal
document, but just signing it made Lexie want to dance and sing.  

"Good."
 That smile was back on Patrick's face, making her pussy clench as she
looked up at him.  "Now we can get to the fun stuff."

Lexie shrieked
in surprise as he picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder and heading to
the bedroom like the alpha Neanderthal that he was.  Hot damn that was
fucking sexy.

She'd signed
the contract.  She hadn't run.  She’d stood her ground and argued for
the things she wanted changed.  

Now she was
his.

Putting his
hand on her ass, he possessively rubbed the denim-clad rump.  The
denim-clad, soon-to-be-naked rump.  Fuck yeah.  

Small hands
wandered down his back towards his own butt, and he couldn't help but
smile.  Submissive, yes; passive, no.  That was his Pixie.

He dumped her
on the bed.  Slightly disheveled, she stared up at him, licking her lips
in anticipation.  Her eyes were bright and excited, cheeks flushed, and
her nipples were poking through the fabric of her sweater as if they could
drill through it.  

"Sit
up."

Immediately
she obeyed, scooting closer to the edge of the bed so that her legs could
dangle off of it.  Patrick slid his fingers under her sweater and pulled
it up over her head, revealing her lack of bra.  Which wasn't entirely
surprising.  

"Mmm,
very nice, sweetheart," he said, fondling her breasts.  As much as he
hated a mess in his room, he did enjoy dropping her clothes on his floor. 
He'd want to put them away later, but Lexie's clothes on the floor meant that
she was naked and in his bed, and the sense of satisfaction it gave him completely
overwhelmed his need for a neat room.  "So pretty."

Leaning down,
he pushed her back so that she had to use both hands to prop herself up and
keep from falling back completely.  She moaned as he sucked one perfect
pink nipple into his mouth, cupping her breasts with his hands and running his
thumb over the neglected one.  Putting her in this position was almost as
good as binding her, because she couldn't move out of it without falling
back.  Which, he thought devilishly as he tugged on her ring with his
teeth, would hurt.  Plus it would deprive her of having her nipples
sucked.

Her legs
spread automatically as he moved his mouth to the other nipple, using his
tongue to toy with the ring piercing it, making it as hard as its
counterpart.  Laving attention on her nipples made her wildly needy, and
her body writhed as much as she was able, begging him for more.  

"So
sensitive and sweet," he murmured, switching his attentions back to the
other nipple.  The tiny bud stood proud and hard against her breast, still
glistening from his mouth.  "I could spend hours sucking your
nipples, Pixie."

"Oh
please no," she said immediately, her voice full of sensual desperation,
even as her muscles obviously tightened.  Her body responded to the idea,
but her head knew how torturous it would be.  Unless, of course, she was
one of those women who could climax from nipple stimulation alone.  It
could be an interesting experiment one day, he thought, suckling her nipple
deep into his mouth.

Lexie mewed,
her head falling back onto the bed, pushing her breasts up towards him for his
visual and oral appreciation.

"You
should never tell a Dom no, Pixie," he said, around his mouthful of breast
flesh.  "It gives him such interesting ideas."

She whined as
he bit down on the base of her nipple, tugging it gently, but she didn't
protest this time.  When she lifted her head back up to look down the
length of her body at him, her eyes had become glassy, her pupils huge with
arousal.  Their eyes met as he nibbled on her breast, making the moment
even more intimate than it had been.  His cock surged in his pants,
demanding satisfaction.  

Yeah, the idea
of tormenting Lexie's nipples for hours appealed, but not right now.  That
was something for a day later in the future when he had the time and patience
to properly attend to the task.  When he'd become more used to having her
body at his disposal and his control wasn't pulled so taut.

Reluctantly
letting the swollen bud pop out of his mouth, Patrick undid the front of her
jeans and started to pull them from her hips.  He tutted as her panties
came into view. 

"No
panties in the condo, Pixie, I'm going to have to punish you for that."

She blinked at
him as he tugged her jeans further down her thighs, automatically lifting
herself to help.  "But... I didn't have time to take them off after
we signed the contract!"

"Not my
problem."

"That's
not fair!"

He grinned at
her, dropping her jeans on the floor and planting a hand on either side of her
thighs, leaning into her and looming over her.  The arousal spiked in her
eyes, even as she glared at him.  "Who says I care about fair,
sweetheart?  I'm your Dom.  I can punish you just because I feel like
it, having a reason just makes it sweeter.  Now say 'yes, Sir' unless you
want to add to that."

"Yes,
Sir," she repeated, pouting.  It really made him want to chuckle
whenever she did that.  Too bad he wasn't into age-play.  She'd make
an adorable little girl.  Maybe if she was ever
really
 bad,
he'd arrange a scene.  He had a feeling she'd hate that a lot more than
any corporeal discipline he came up with.  It would probably curb any
childish behavior pretty damn quickly.  Definitely something to keep in
mind.

"Since
you like panties so much, I think I know the perfect punishment," he said.
 "Stand up and take those off."

He went to his
closet, to the shopping bag that he hadn't even had the chance to unpack
yet.  Apparently at least one of his choices today had been
inspired.  Opening the box he wanted, he quickly inserted the batteries
and then turned to see Lexie standing nervously next to his bed, completely
naked, and yet still slightly defiant. 

Lovely.

"Bend
over the bed, Pixie, and spread your legs."

She obeyed,
giving her hair a little toss as she did it.  They'd see how long that
sassy demeanor held up.  

Fucking
beautiful.  Her heart-shaped ass was up in the air, legs spread enough
that her pussy gaped slightly, breasts and silver nipple rings hanging down
below her.  He could hardly wait until the day when he'd bend her over
like this and fuck her from behind.  Unfortunately, today was not that
day, but he savored both the anticipation and the regret.  Soon.

Kneeling
behind her, he ran his hand over her sweet ass, feeling her tremble slightly
beneath his touch.  Perfect.  Bent over like this, with him behind
her and out of her eyesight, she was already acting and feeling more submissive
in her nervousness.  

"Lift up
your foot."  He tapped her ankle and she obliged, allowing him to
slide her foot into the garment.  "Now the other one."

The panties
went up her legs, slowing only when he reached her upper thighs.

"Now hold
still."

He took his
lube out of his bedside table, squirting a small amount onto his finger to rub
all over the anal probe attached to the inside of the panties.  Just a
thin sheen of lubricant, because it wasn't as big as the plug she'd been taking,
and he wanted to make sure she felt it.  She squirmed, waiting, and he
smacked her sharply on the ass, making her gasp and then lift her hips again.

Little spankophile.

He'd give her
more of those too, once he had the panties on her.

Lining up the
dildo and anal probe with her holes, he pushed them in and then pulled the
panties up behind them while Lexie gasped in surprise and then wriggled. 
He gave her another sharp smack on her thigh.

"I said
hold still."

"Sorry,
Sir... I just wasn't expecting... Oh!"  She gasped again as he used
the remote to turn on the vibrator in her pussy.  Very low setting.  

"Stay in
position, Pixie."

Spanking her
wouldn't be nearly as much fun with the black fabric covering her ass, but that
wasn't quite the point.  The point was to heat her up, and that's what it
would do.  

He started off
lightly, smacking each cheek in turn, alternating between the two and making
sure to spread out the coverage.  Lexie moaned, resting her head on her
hands as her body undulated, always ending with her bottom rising, asking for
more.  Gorgeous.  Even more along the edges of her panties where he
could see her creamy bottom turning a delicate pink.  Her holes would be
clenching around the vibrator and the probe as he spanked her, adding to the
sensations running through her body.

With his free
hand, he pressed on his cock, assuaging some of his own need for stimulation.
 

"Do you
like the panties?"

"Oh yes,
Sir..." she said, looking over her shoulder as he paused in her spanking
to hear her answer.  "But I'm sure I could like them even more."

She thought
so, did she?  Patrick smacked her ass and she turned her head back around,
so that she didn't see the sadistic smile that spread across his face.  He
pushed another button on the remote and heard her soft exhalation as the anal
probe came to life within her as well.  Also on its lowest setting.  

Ten more swats
and then she was going to be pleasuring him with her mouth while he continued
to play with the remote.  He wondered how well she'd like the panties
then.

******

That devious,
controlling fucker.  

He wasn't even
spanking hard enough to hurt.  It stung when his hand landed, but that
sting immediately transferred itself into an erotic warmth that did much worse
than hurt... it made her
want.
  Want with a desperation that was
driving her crazy.  In the back of her mind, she remembered Maria talking
about Rick's penchant for orgasm denial, and she had to wonder if Patrick was
taking a page from his book.

If so, she'd
have preferred a straight up disciplinary spanking.

But that
wasn't what it was about, was it?  No, it was about Patrick controlling
the scene, controlling her body, her pain and her pleasure.  Even when she
wanted to scream with frustration, she also didn't want to disappoint him...
didn't want him to stop.  If he actually gave in to any of her pleas, gave
her what she said she wanted... would she find that a relief or, deep down,
would she be disappointed?  Probably the latter.  That had happened
before, in the past, with one of her other boyfriends.

Man she was
twisted.

But at least
she was twisted in the same way Patrick was, and he was giving her what she
needed even if it wasn't what she wanted.  She actually craved him saying
no to her, ignoring her pleas, making her wait for her pleasure, punishing her
as he saw fit.  It turned her on.  

Suddenly his
hand came down harder than it had been, smacking against her ass with a loud
snap, and she cried out... except that it didn't hurt.  Her skin was
warmed up, ready, aching for it, and her pussy and ass clenched around the toys
in them.  Again... oh please... again...

SMACK!

Warmth bloomed
and surged, and for a moment she thought she might actually cum.  Her clit
was so swollen, pressing against the fabric of the panties, unable to get
enough stimulation, but just Patrick's hand against her ass was nearly enough.

Except,
somehow, the asshole knew it.

"Good
girl," he said, gliding his hand over her backside, rubbing his hand over
her curves, but not giving her what she needed.  "Stay in
position."

Lexie moaned,
heated and dizzy from the ache that was growing.  The toys weren't doing
anything but making her situation worse.  Fuck these panties.  These
panties fucking sucked.  If she never wore them again it would be too
soon.

Hell, she
really would rather go without panties all the time than have to wear these
again.

Behind her,
Patrick was moving, but she was finding it hard to concentrate on anything he
was doing.  She was pretty sure he was undressing.  
Please... oh
please, oh please, oh please...

"I do
like it when you're polite, Pixie."

Damn, had she
said that out loud?  She hadn't meant to.  Not because she didn't
mean it, but because anything she said just seemed to give him ideas. 
Horrible, sexy ideas meant to drive her out of her mind.

The bed dipped
as he got onto it, and she peeked to see him settling himself in a sitting
position, just like the one she'd been in last night.  His back rested
against the leather portion of the headboard, and he was fisting his cock,
watching her with glittering eyes.

"Since
you're being so polite, I'll allow you to suck me."

Her mouth
actually watered.  Damned traitorous body.  Giving head was supposed
to be a reward?  Except that she really did want to take him, any way she
could get him... In her mouth, her pussy, her ass... although, to be honest,
she preferred the second option.  

Maybe if she
was good now...

She crawled
onto the bed, whimpering as her movements made her thighs brush against her
mound, putting pressure on her clit.  Patrick's legs were together,
forcing her to spread her own and straddle them in order to lean over his
cock.  Which, of course, meant that she couldn't rub her thighs together
to try and stimulate her clit.

Clever
bastard.