Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (39 page)

His hand was
still wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping as she leaned over it.

"Keep
your hands on the bed, just use your mouth.  I don't want to feel anything
but your lips and tongue on my cock."  The low growling order made
her pussy spasm.  Forget getting off on nipple play, she was starting to
wonder if she could get off on just listening to him talk dirty to her.

She licked the
broad head, sweeping up a drop of pre-cum with her tongue, and he
groaned.  Unlike her, he didn't have to put up with teasing. 
Pressing his hand to the back of her head, he pushed her down on his cock,
sliding it between her lips. 

The
attractive, musky scent of his body filled her nose, and she eagerly took more
of him.  While he didn't force her down on his cock, his hand remained on
the back of her head, a constant reminder of who was in control.  Lexie
shuddered as he released his cock and his other hand slid under her body,
cupping her breast and pinching her nipple.  Her pussy rippled, trying to
cum, but unable to.

Trying to
ignore the needy demands of her body, she focused on Patrick's cock, using the
insistent urges to spur her into a concerted effort to pleasure him.  Her
head bobbed up and down as she took him deeper and deeper, relaxing her tight
throat muscles and ignoring the scream of sexual frustration that was bubbling
up inside her.  The nipple that he was playing with was throbbing from his
attention, her pussy spasming almost non-stop, and yet she still couldn't quite
cum.  The steady, low vibrations of the toys were becoming annoying in
their inability to push her over the precipice.

She moaned and
whimpered around the hot shaft, sucking hard and dragging her teeth very
lightly along the underside.  Some guys liked that, and it turned out that
Patrick was definitely one of them.  He hissed and tensed, his fingers
tangling in her hair, but he didn't tell her not to do it... so she did it
again... and again... 

But he had
incredible control over his body and after a few times, she felt his muscles
relax as he became used to the sensation.

Whereas she
was feeling increasingly desperate.

She screamed
with shock and pleasure as the vibrator in her ass suddenly started pulsing,
intense vibrations shuddering through her, and then nearly sobbed as it
stopped.  

But for all
her frustration and anger at him for not letting her cum, all she did was suck
his dick even harder.  It was almost like an obsession.  Like some
part of her thought that if she could just make him cum, then she'd be allowed
to as well.  Even though she knew that might not be true, she couldn't
shake off that hope; and that hope made her keep sucking and tonguing for all
she was worth, while he started playing with the toys inside of her.

They went on
and off, randomly, and at varying intensities.  She would have been
begging if she hadn't had his cock in her mouth, pleading with him to stop the
torment and let her cum.  At the same time, she was completely and totally
getting off on it, on his sadistic sexual torture and her complete lack of
control over her own orgasm.  Even though her body was physically crying
out in need, some emotional part of her was becoming more and more sated the
longer Patrick drew this out.  He could see her tears, hear her pleading
moans, and yet he kept her on edge, kept her waiting for his decision, and some
part of her was lolling in that like a drunk cat in catnip.

She was so
screwed.

Except not.

When his cock
hardened, thickening, between her lips, she thought she might cum just from the
pure joy that rushed through her.  She relaxed her throat as best she
could, sliding down, feeling it work as she swallowed and hot liquid
spurted.  There was a rushing noise in her ears, but even through that she
could hear Patrick's appreciative moans and the reverent way he said her name
as she drank down his cum.  Hands stroked her hair as she swallowed every
last drop, until he finally pulled her off his softening dick.

The second he
did, she couldn't stop the words from pouring out of her mouth.
 "Please, please, please, Patrick... oh please, I need to cum,
please, Sir, Master... oh god, please don't make me wait..."

She found
herself flipped onto her back, hands above her head and wrists pinioned by one
of his hands.  The other went immediately between her legs, pressing the
heel of his palm against her clit as his fingers tapped against the vibrators
inside of her.  Ecstasy exploded and she screamed.

******

Sweet, needy
sub. 

Hearing her
call him Master, without any prompting from him, was something he knew he would
never forget.  He'd purposefully not included a title in the
contract.  He liked hearing his name on her lips just as much as he liked
hearing Sir.  Being acknowledged as her Master... that was something to be
earned, not demanded in his opinion.  That she'd done so in the midst of a
needy, sexual high made it all the more earnest and sincere.  That was
already how she saw him, as the Master of her body and her pleasure.

She'd done
everything she could to please him, to pleasure him, without once trying to
take over the scene.  Of course she couldn't help her pleading moans or
the way her body writhed, while he was tormenting her, not allowing her to cum,
but he didn't count that against her.  She hadn't been doing it to try and
top from the bottom, she just hadn't been able to help it.  But that's all
she'd done, not once trying to beg him for more. 

Even when
she'd finally asked to cum, that was all she'd asked for - her pleasure. 
He wondered if she realized she hadn't even tried to tell him how to make her
cum, she'd just begged him for her orgasm.  That was how deep her
submissiveness went. 

Fuck she was
so fucking perfect.

And fucking
beautiful, as her body bowed, lips parted as she screamed her rapture. 
Her head thrashed back and forth, hips undulating, pressing her clit against
his hand, while he pushed the vibrators deeper into her body.  The crotch
of her panties was soaked through.  Looking down to see his large, dark
hand between those slim, creamy thighs was enough to make his dick stir again. 
He didn't think he'd ever get tired of the beauty in the contrast of their skin
colors.  While he'd always been one for the visual, no matter what the
contrast was, he had to admit that Lexie's white paleness especially
appealed.  Or maybe it was just because it was her.

Her screams of
pleasure died down to a moan, eyelashes fluttering as she looked up at
him.  The swollen lips of her pussy were soft against his hand as he
lessened the pressure, stroking and caressing to extend the pleasure but without
overstimulating her.

"That
was... awful and amazing at the same time," she whispered, her voice
sounding hoarse, like she couldn't speak any louder than she was.

Patrick
chuckled as he released her hands and rolled over to find the remote.  She
sighed with relief when he turned the toys off and pulled the panties down off
her body.  Laying with her legs spread, her pussy puffy from pleasure,
nipples slowly softening, she was temptation incarnate.  From the sneaky
little glint in her eye, she knew it, even if she hadn't done it entirely on
purpose.

He couldn't
help but smile, mostly because she still wasn't going to be getting what she
wanted.  Instead, he went to the bathroom, cleaned off the toys and
panties, and returned with a damp cloth to wipe away the slick cream from her
body.  Although she looked exhausted, she still had enough energy to give
him a little wriggle as he cleaned off her pussy.

Tutting at
her, he gave the top of her mound a little smack.  "Hold still when
I'm cleaning you, Pixie."

"You're
not going to fuck me tonight, are you?" she asked, in sleepy exasperation.

"No, I'm
not."

"Meanie-head."

He supposed it
was a step up from Master Mold.  After putting the washcloth away, he
returned to the bedroom and tucked them both in under the covers, smiling as
Lexie immediately snuggled up to him.  Little brat. 

His
little brat.

Stroking her
hair, he wrapped himself around her, finally able to completely relax now that
she was exactly where she was supposed to be.  It took him less than a
minute to fall asleep.

******

"Alright,"
Angel said, pointing an imperious finger at her.  "We are
seated.  We have drinks.  We've ordered munchies.  It's time to
spill!"

Lexie
laughed.  When they'd first sat down, it had been impossible for everyone
to listen at once, so Olivia had told her to wait until they could all listen
to say anything about what was going on with her and Patrick.  Because
they were all nosy bitches and no one wanted to miss anything.  Angel
hadn't taken the edict very well, but no one had ever accused her of having an
abundance of patience when it came to gossip.

They'd
gathered for Happy Hour at Murphy's Meals, Maria's restaurant.  Well, not
hers
,
but the one she worked at as a daytime manager.  It had become the go-to
place for Happy Hour whenever they could, in part because Maria got a discount
on the food that was even better than the Happy Hour prices.  Not to
mention, the bartenders poured very generous drinks.

Shifting in
her seat - not entirely comfortably because, to her dismay, Patrick had counted
this as a girls' night out - Lexie took a sip of her drink as she tried to
decide where to start.  The plug in her ass was highly distracting, but in
all fairness, it definitely made it impossible for her to
not
 have
Patrick on her mind.  Not all of her thoughts were nice though.  She
was caught somewhere between annoyance and horniness.  The plug was
smaller with a flat rubber base, which was much better than the glass one he'd
gotten her, but any movement and she still felt it.  Plus, the smaller
size was actually working against her, she had to constantly squeeze her
muscles to make sure it wasn't falling out.  No wonder the jerk had smiled
when he'd handed it to her this morning.

"Well...
he slept over at my place on Sunday night, and I've spent the last two nights
at his house," she said finally, to the group of expectant faces. 
Angel and Olivia were sitting across from her, while Hilary and Jessica were on
her left and Maria and Leigh were on her right. 

Jessica rolled
her eyes at the lack of any detailed information.  "And?! 
What's he like?"  Her voice lowered as she leaned forward, holding
her hands out in front of her, about a foot apart.  "Is he
huge?"

"Nosy!"
 Hilary elbowed the inquisitive brunette in her side, laughing.
 "Seriously, you've got two men's dicks to keep you satisfied and you
still want to know about Patrick's?"

"What? 
He's the only one who never parades it around Stronghold - well, him and Jared,
but I doubt Lexie can tell me about Jared's.  You can't tell me you're not
the least bit curious," Jessica said indignantly, while Maria
snickered.  Olivia looked like she was trying to decide if she should step
in or not, but the amusement on her face made it probable that she wasn't going
to try to rein Jessica in.  At least, not at the moment.  Jessica
turned back to Lexie.  "I'll tell you about Justin’s and Chris' if
you want."

"That's
the most round about 'I'll show you mine, if you show me yours' that I've ever
heard," said Leigh, cracking up.  "You guys are awful."

"Hey,
don't group the rest of us in with her," Maria said indignantly.
 "I don't care what Patrick's penis looks like."

Hilary moaned,
covering her face with her hands.  "Oh my god, Maria, just shout out
the word penis, it's fine."

"No one's
listening to us," Lexie reassured her.  She glanced around, just to
make sure, but everyone else was involved in their own conversations. 
Thank god.  

"Is he
scary big?" asked Angel, ignoring Hilary's distress.  Although, like
Jessica, she at least leaned in and lowered her voice a bit to ask.
 "One of my exes had a scary big one, it was actually a little too
big.  It kind of hurt in certain positions."

Sighing, Lexie
looked across the table at Olivia.  "What, no inappropriate questions
from you?"

The redhead
gave her a wicked grin.  "I have no interest in Patrick's penis, but
thanks."

Lexie stuck
out her tongue at her as Hilary groaned again.  "Seriously guys, can
we use a different word if we're going to talk about genitalia in the middle of
a restaurant?"

"Cock?"
suggested Angel, wickedly.

"NO!"

"Rod."

"Schlong."

"Trouser
trout."

"Ew!"
 Maria made a face at Angel, who just giggled.

"I know,
sounds awful, doesn't it?"

"Oh my
god, just stop, penis is fine," Hilary said, although she had tears in her
eyes from laughing so hard at what she'd started.  "Just stop!"
she whispered urgently, between giggles.  "People are actually
looking at us now."

Yeah, they
were.  But for the most part, they just shook their heads and looked away,
writing it off to drunk girls at Happy Hour.  Little did they know,
everyone at the table was still completely sober.  Lexie smiled into her glass
as she took a sip.  Man she loved these women.