by Golden Angel
Mastering Lexie
Stronghold Book #3
By Golden Angel
Copyright 2014 G. Angel
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I have a lot of people to thank for helping me with this book. Marie for all her help with editing and the continuity issues that I occasionally struggle with (I swear, she remembers all the things that I can’t). Another Marie, for her incredibly close attention to detail, especially when it comes to commas, mixed-up words and catching all the errors that everyone else missed. Katherine, for her ever-lasting support, encouragement and suggestions, I’m always relieved and satisfied by your approval! Michelle for her comments and suppositions, which sent me in a different direction several times for this story, creating a much better and more satisfying plot than I’d originally had, with much more interesting character development. Sir Nick, for providing the much-needed male perspective, which is always extremely helpful. And Crystal, for the gorgeous cover art and promotional posters that I’ve been sharing.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
Prologue
I'm going to do this. Yep. I am really, totally going to do this.
Squaring her shoulders, Lexie pushed the front door to Stronghold open and stepped into the all too familiar lobby. A lobby that she'd spent far too much time in over the last year and a half, just as a way to get her foot in the door. Well she'd gotten that, and she'd even gotten past that door onto the main floor of the BDSM club. Unfortunately, her forward momentum seemed to have stalled out there.
And she was so damned tired of waiting.
It seemed like half her life had been spent waiting. Waiting for him to realize that she was definitely interested in the lifestyle that he led. Waiting for him to realize that working the front desk of Stronghold wasn't scaring her off of the lifestyle, that it was actually making her want it more.
Waiting for him to sweep her off her feet - or at the very least, push her onto her knees.
She'd tried the waiting game. Acted the brat to get his attention when she felt like he'd been ignoring her for too long. Hoped that one day he'd lose his temper enough to actually punish her; to treat her like a real, adult woman, a sexual submissive, and not just the annoying little sister of his best friend.
There were times, moments, when she saw flashes of attraction in his eyes. He hadn't done a scene with any other woman since she'd started working here, not even when she'd had a boyfriend, so that had to mean something, didn't it? The other submissives seemed to think so. Some of them had been kind of pissed at her about it at first, but none of them had tempted him into breaking his abstinence. Which Lexie was grateful for.
She would have dealt with it, but it would have sucked.
By now he should be at least as sexually frustrated as she was. After all, she hadn't done anything beyond making out with her last boyfriend. Trevor had been a poor distraction from Patrick. Honestly, it hadn't really been fair to Trevor either, because she'd been using him. Then again, he'd been a jackass, so she hadn't really felt bad about it at the end.
All of which had led her here. Today. Underneath her coat, all she had on was a blue waist cincher and a very skimpy, lacy black thong that contrasted beautifully with her creamy skin. Unless you counted the two silver hoops through her nipples, which were rubbing against the front of her coat and making her pussy cream at the exquisite sensation. She'd been covering them up and hiding them under her bras while they healed; letting her breasts bob freely felt wonderful now. Not like she had more than a handful anyway. She'd never really needed to wear a bra until she'd gotten her nipples pierced and needed the barrier between the sensitive nubs and the rest of the world.
It hadn't hurt that bad when she'd had them done, but by the next day it had hurt like a bitch. Especially when her breasts brushed against anything. So the bra had served two purposes. A hardcore masochist, she was not.
"You can do this," she muttered to herself, wiping damp palms against the short trench coat.
The club would be empty right now, except for him. Everyone who worked at the front desk knew that Patrick was always here long before the club opened, in his office working on the books or advertisements or whatever else he needed to do to keep the club running. He liked the quiet of this time of day, especially since when the club was open he preferred to be out on the floor.
She hadn't told anyone she was going to be here today, which wasn't like her. But she didn't want the pressure of people waiting to hear how things went. Especially because things could definitely go horribly wrong. She was baiting the bear in his den, grasping the reins from a complete control freak, and hoping against hope that it wouldn't blow up in her face.
Hopefully this would prod him into some kind of action. Getting jumped on and ravished would be nice, but she didn't hold out much real hope for that. Maybe a spanking or some kind of punishment, something that would at least give her the chance to show him that she could take it. Even if he just agreed to let her onto the other floors in Stronghold, where people were actually doing interesting things, instead of making her stay on the main floor at the bar with all of their friends watching over her, in exchange for getting out of his office... she would take it. It would still be progress.
So he'd been her older brother's best friend for years... that didn’t make him her older brother, even if being “like” her big brother was the excuse he used for bossing her around. She'd acquired a whole bevy of big brothers from Jake's friends, all of them Doms at Stronghold, all of them super overprotective. Lexie called them the Sentinels, after the robots from the X-men. They were illogically, unwaveringly devoted to their cause since Jake shipped off to Afghanistan, and Patrick was their leader. Which was why she called him Master Mold.
Slowly but surely, she'd been inserting herself into Patrick's life at Stronghold, trying to show him that she could handle his needs - hell, that her needs were the same. Lexie preferred it when Patrick was bossing her around. It didn't just turn her on, it made her feel grounded. She'd spent her entire life with bossy, older men, thanks to Jake. Sometimes she liked to poke at them, because it was fun, but she felt happiest when Patrick would put his foot down and draw her back into line. He was the only one that ever did so; the rest of the guys always deferred to him.
It made her feel secure. Cared for. Even treasured. Of course, it could also get a little smothering sometimes in a way she didn't care for, and that's when she tended to act out. It felt like she spent all her time wishing that he would spank her or tie her down and tease her mercilessly until she was begging to orgasm. The kind of things that the couples in their group did together, as Lexie watched enviously from the sidelines.
She was so damn tired of watching from the sidelines. That thought helped her gather her courage. Her head tilted up, chin in the air, she
squared her small shoulders, marching - as best she could on 4" heels - to Patrick's office door.
******
Caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement, Patrick watched the security camera screen for the Lobby as Lexie vacillated. During normal club hours he rarely had that screen pulled up, since he always had someone stationed at the door. Of course, sometimes he'd take a peek just to see what Lexie was doing. What she was wearing. Just to check in on her.
Before his front door crew got here, however, he always had it up and running. Patrick didn't like surprises.
Somehow, Lexie showing up early wasn't exactly a surprise. He'd have to be completely blind to be unaware of her... interest... in him. The crush that she'd had since she was in high school. Back then he'd just thought it was cute. Now she was an adult, had been legal for years, and his cock had decided that cute was no longer the operative word.
But until Jake got back from Afghanistan, Patrick wasn't going to go there. His best friend had asked him to keep an eye on Lexie while he was away, and, to Patrick's mind, that did not involve bringing her home to sleep in his bed. Even if his body was clamoring to.
Of course Jake understood that BDSM wasn't abuse, but it was one thing to know that intellectually, and another to know that your best friend was tying your baby sister to his bed, shoving a plug up her ass, and fucking her until she screamed for mercy. And that was the most vanilla of Patrick's fantasies when it came to his best friend's little sister.
Not that the problems ended with her brother. Although, that was what Patrick had told all of his friends when they’d asked about what was going on between Lexie and himself. They thought he was holding back out of respect to Jake, and he was, but there was more to it than that.
Patrick didn't kid himself. He was a control freak of the worst kind. More than that, he was stubborn as hell, overbearing, possessive, and excessively demanding. So far none of the submissives he'd dated had been able to handle that. Either they were unwilling to submit to him on the regular basis that he craved, needed, or they were too submissive. Unfortunately there just didn't seem to be a lot of fiery rebellious brats that wanted to be kept in line close to 24/7. It seemed to be an either-or situation.
But if he tried with Lexie and that blew up in his face, he stood to lose a lot more than just a girlfriend or even just his best friend. Lexie and Jake's parents, the Standishes, were like family to him. His parents hadn't been bad parents, exactly, or even neglectful... just indifferent. Patrick had been an accidental pregnancy, and he'd eventually realized that his parents just didn't quite know what to do with a kid. They'd done their best in their own way, but for most of his childhood, his own parents had treated him as a kind of mini-adult. The only times he’d been able to let someone else be responsible for him, growing up, was when he was with the Standishes and Jake. His parents had a hands-off approach to raising a child, as long as he hadn’t gotten into trouble, they had pretty much let him do his own thing. It was a good thing that he’d been born responsible; where other kids might have acted out to get their parents’ attention, Patrick had just taken care of himself.
Although just before Jake had announced that he was going back overseas, Patrick had been about to try and suss out how he would feel about his best friend going out with his little sister. Not that he would have jumped right in, but he'd just wanted to know what Jake would think. But once he knew the man was going overseas, back to Afghanistan, Patrick hadn't wanted to worry him. It was one thing to see how Jake felt, and maybe see if Lexie was interested, while Jake was around to keep an eye on things; it was another to tell Jake that he was interested and then send him off into a potentially dangerous situation.
Anyone else, and Patrick probably wouldn't have given a flying fuck. He'd never considered anything but his own attraction, and the woman in question, when dating. But this was Jake, and that made all the difference.
Unfortunately, waiting sucked giant donkey balls. Especially since, not long after Jake had left, Lexie made it very clear that the attraction between them was very mutual. That she wanted to experiment with BDSM. Patrick longed to be on the one to show her the ropes, literally, but he was determined to wait until Jake was back home. It was a matter of respect. Plus, he'd been worried that Lexie would run screaming once she realized what he was into. Instead, she'd taken to the front desk of Stronghold like she was born to it, and it was all he could do to keep her in the more PG parts of the club. The idea of her exploring with anyone else made him want to put his fist through a wall, and he couldn't take her downstairs or upstairs until Jake was home and he knew that he wouldn't be getting a fist in his face for doing so.
It had made his life difficult in any number of ways. For one, he'd stopped indulging in playing with any of the subs once she was there. It just seemed wrong. Which meant that his only sexual relief was being achieved by his hand. Rosy Palm and her five daughters had become his new harem, because he sure as hell wasn't getting it from anywhere else. Which really blew, because the hot little outfits that Lexie wore to work had him pounding his head on his desk on more than one occasion, before finally giving in and jerking off. Sometimes he felt like a perv just for looking at her, other times he found himself praying that Jake would be sent home from duty early. As long as it wasn't because of an injury.
He sat up straight as Lexie suddenly stopped pacing and squared her shoulders. The cute little trench coat she was wearing didn't give him any hint of what lay beneath it, other than the fact that her legs were completely bare. Even though she was a petite little pixie, her legs still managed to look endlessly long when she was wearing those ridiculous five inch heels that made him want to lick her from her toes, up the insides of her legs all the way to her pussy.
Don't think about that.
With a determined look on her face, she headed straight for his office door. Every cell in his body felt like it perked up and came to life. What was she going to do this time?
Even though some of her antics infuriated him, he also got some kind of sick enjoyment from her taunting. Lexie had never been the type to give up once she decided she wanted something - and right now, she wanted him. He'd decided against telling her that he was waiting for her brother to get home, because if Jake wasn't okay with this, then he didn't want to drive a wedge between the siblings. He'd shoulder the blame himself. In the meantime, her tenacity made him hard as a rock and stoked his ego. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, even if she wasn't thinking through the possible consequences.
The door opened and Lexie came in. Seeing her in the short coat in the flesh was so much hotter than on camera. If his cock hadn't already been aching, it would be now.
"Hello Pixie," he said, purposefully keeping his voice mild. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I know you think I don't belong in the club," she said, without any preamble. Her big blue eyes were trained on him, determined and also excited. There was only the slightest tremor in her voice. That kind of fierce spirit, tinged with just a hint of anxiety, from a submissive was exactly the kind of thing that turned him on the most. "I've decided to show you that you're wrong."
Patrick opened his mouth, about to say something conciliatory, placating, the way he always did when she demanded entrance to the club, when she whipped off her coat and dropped it to the ground. He actually felt his eyes bulge, like some kind of cartoon character, as his hands gripped the desk in front of him so tightly that the wood creaked.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
This image of Lexie was going to be burned into his brain for the rest of his life. He could easily lick her from ankle to pussy if he wanted, a gloriously bare, waxed pussy. Patrick had seen a lot of pussies, he could tell when a woman had recently gotten a Brazilian. The tiny black lace thong she was wearing hid nothing from him, and it wouldn’t stop his tongue or his fingers. A blue waist cincher with a black lace overlay gave her an hourglass figure while leaving her breasts completely exposed. They weren't more tha
n a handful, but he already knew he lusted after that handful. She'd come in with nothing but tape over her nipples often enough.
All of the guys in their group, himself included, had been relieved when she'd gone back to wearing bras. A couple of times he'd even wondered over it, because it wasn't like Lexie to give up. He'd eventually concluded that maybe she thought that covering up was sexier than showing everything. Not that it had mattered to him, those sexy little bras had gotten him just as hard as the tape.
Now that he knew why she’d been covering up, it felt like all the blood in his body was pooling in his groin, making him lightheaded.
Silver hoops adorned perfect pink nipples, which were jutting out in front of her like little pencil erasers. Patrick loved nice plump, long nipples like hers, especially pierced, like hers. He closed his eyes for a long moment and swallowed, but when he opened them, she was still standing there with her hands on her hips, a slight smirk on her face, looking like his personal wet dream come to life.
"So," she drawled, her voice sultry as she looked at him, peeking underneath her extravagant eyelashes. He’d been too shocked to hide his expression from her, his sudden, intent interest, and she’d seen it. Recognized it. "Are you going to let me show you that I can handle being in the club?"
******
It felt like her heart was going to pound out of her chest. Lexie had never seen that particular look on Patrick's face before. She knew she'd taken a huge risk by coming here today. Not just that he'd kick her out, but that he'd take one look at her and she'd see his lack of interest.
Ha.
The hungry, almost feral, look in his eyes devoured her, his reaction too primal and too shocked to be faked. Her knees felt weak as his hot gaze seemed to slide across her skin, making her nipples even harder as her pussy began to cream. When she'd first walked in, she'd been too nervous to be turned on. Now she was making up for that.
