by Golden Angel
"Let's start you off light, shall we?" Michael asked, reaching into his bag to pick up a flogger. From his post, Patrick could see that it was a multi-strand, suede flogger. It would deliver very little sting, more of a thud, and warm up her skin so that she could take a little more after he was done with it. Patrick clenched his jaw so that he didn't do something stupid, like halt the scene.
Lexie closed her eyes as Michael moved around behind her. A little shiver went through her body. There was something glowing about the anticipatory expression on her face. When the first blow landed, on her left upper shoulder, her body jerked in surprise and her lips made a soft 'o'. Fucking gorgeous.
******
For some reason, she hadn't expected Michael to aim the flogger anywhere but her butt. The strands thudded against her upper back and she arched, opening her mouth in surprise, even though no sound came out. Not because she was holding back, but just because she was too confused to know what kind of sound to make.
The lashes landed on her right shoulder and then down to her butt - left check, right cheek and back up. A figure eight. He was making a kind of figure eight on her back.
She'd closed her eyes because she'd wanted to block out everything else in the room and just concentrate on how this felt. Of course, she couldn't help but hear the other breathy moans, the smack of flesh against flesh, but that just added to the scene. With her eyes closed, she couldn't become too distracted by exactly what was happening all over the Dungeon. Or by Patrick, who was standing to the side, glowering, and making her feel more nervous than anything else.
With her eyes closed, she floated, anticipating and enjoying the slight pain of the flogger as the strands impacted against her body. It didn't sting exactly, but at the same time it kind of did. In a good way. A really good way. Every blow made her skin feel more sensitive, as if every nerve ending was slowly waking up beneath the steady assault.
Suddenly the strands wrapped around her thigh, and she gasped, her arms automatically tugging on the restraints. Of course, she couldn't move, she couldn't even close her legs, and the sudden rush of vulnerability was accompanied by even more arousal. Master Michael was flogging her thighs, her bottom, her shoulders, and she cried out as one stroke flicked up between her legs to land against the folds of her pussy.
It made a wet smacking sound... she hadn't even realized how turned on she'd become. Her eyes opened in shock, her head falling back slightly, but the other scenes had no hope of distracting her now. There was a blurry quality to her vision, as if her focus was turned completely inward rather than outward.
The flogger wrapped around each thigh one more time, and then Master Michael was walking in front of her. He studied her, a small, sadistic smile on his lips, and then lifted the flogger again. Lexie couldn't help it, she tensed, but it didn't matter.
The strands fell against her breasts, making her moan as her nipples became even harder in response. Master Michael whipped the tops of her breasts, the sides, the bottoms, and then made his way down her stomach to her hips and thighs, and then all the way back up again. She could feel Patrick's gaze, like a second skin, over the flushed and heated surface of her body.
She was so turned on that if Master Michael smacked her pussy again with the flogger, she might just cum.
Unfortunately he seemed more interested in her breasts now. The creamy mounds turned a pretty pink color as the flogger fell on them, her nipples throbbing, and her stomach and thighs going from ivory to blush. The cool air on her sensitized back made the difference between her surroundings and the flushed surface of her body even more acute.
"Color, Lexie."
Master Michael's voice, deep and rich, slid into her mind. She hadn't even realized he'd stopped flogging her. Her skin felt warm, sensitive, tingling even though the actual beating had ceased.
"Green." Was that her voice? It sounded dreamy. Not at all like her.
But that was kind of how she felt right now. Dreamy. And green. Good. Floaty. This was wonderful.
His hands cupped her breasts, and she moaned, arching her back to push them forward. Master Michael chuckled as he squeezed, gently. The touch of his skin against hers felt incredible. Especially when he pinched her nipples, toying with the little rings. Bursts of pleasure trickled through her, from her nipples, straight to her pussy. Her emotions might not be involved, but Master Michael knew exactly how to arouse a woman physically.
"I'm going to put some weights on these pretty rings," he said, twisting them back and forth. The combination of pain and pleasure made her pussy clench. She'd played with the rings herself, like this, but it just wasn't quite the same. Master Michael pushed the line of pain a little further than she did when she played with herself, so that she could really feel the bite as he manipulated the silver rings. "It will help balance you out while I spank your ass."
Her pussy clenched again and she moaned, quivering. Thoughts of proving herself to Patrick had been pushed to the back of her mind, buried under the riot of sensations that Michael was building inside of her.
******
Listening to Lexie's sensual moans was driving him crazy. It felt like his cock was hard enough to rip through the front of his leathers, and it was all he could do to keep himself under control. Crossing his arms over his chest helped, his hands clenched into fists to remind him to stay back. Stay away. He was getting a headache from clenching his jaw so hard, but that helped him keep a strong grip on his willpower as well.
This was not his scene.
Lexie was not his woman.
But damn was she beautiful. She gasped, her body quivering, as Michael hung weights on her nipples. Just small ones, but they were enough to tug the rings downward, stretching her nipples, giving her that small bite of pain. Michael picked up a paddle from his bag and walked around behind her. Patrick wanted to groan. The weights were going to pull on her nipples even more as her breasts bounced whenever she moved in reaction to the paddle.
With her skin already warmed up and sensitive from the flogger, her endorphins making her high on pleasure, Michael wasn't going to be gentle about this spanking.
SMACK!
She cried out, her voice full of pleasure and pain as the paddle impacted on her pink ass and her nipples bobbed. The cry changed as the sensations ricocheted through her body, Patrick could actually tell when she felt the weights on her nipples by the tenor of her voice. For a moment, he wondered if this was going to be too much for her, as her face screwed up in almost confusion.
SMACK!
Another cry, followed by a breathy moan. This time she held herself more still, so that her breasts - and therefore the weights - didn't bobble as much. The consternation on her face was melting away into a submissive's determination to take what was being given to her. The hints of delight that were already working their way through the sting of the paddle and the pull of the nipple weights.
SMACK!
Patrick's body nearly jerked every time the paddle landed on Lexie's ass, the meaty thunk of it making his cock throb. He'd spanked her bare bottomed, with his hand, and the memory was all too visceral right now. He knew exactly how the flesh of her ass moved, the way it jiggled, and the way her pussy glistened as each blow landed.
Her face was becoming flushed, her body moving back to meet the paddle. There was no way to mistake the expression on her face as anything but ecstasy. Half of his internal arguments about whether or not to get involved with her were being melted away.
Fuck.
Turning away for just a moment, to catch his breath, he looked across the room at the other scenes. A grin flashed across his face, his tension receding for just a moment, as he saw Adam dragging a defiant looking Angel towards the spanking benches. If Adam was here, the others probably were too. Liam only played with Hilary in the club if one of the private rooms was available. They'd all been booked already tonight, so Patrick doubted that couple was anywhere on the premises now. Justin, Chris and Jessica were just coming down th
e stairs. Unlike Angel, Jessica looked flushed and a tiny bit repentant. Or maybe just resigned. Since Rick and Maria weren't following them, Patrick could only conclude that Rick had followed Liam's lead and taken Maria home to deal with her there.
Justin and Chris had Jessica bend over the spanking bench next to Angel. Little subbies who were bad together got punished together. Both of them were squirming almost as soon as they were restrained, obviously arguing with their boyfriends. Well, Angel was arguing, Jessica looked more like she was trying to coax Justin and Chris to see her point of view. Not that they were getting anywhere with either tactic.
A sharp cry had him turning back to Lexie and Michael's scene, all of his tension returning with a vengeance. Lexie was panting, her eyes glazed and her expression pleading as Michael flicked the weights on her nipples. From his position, Patrick couldn't see her ass, and he was grateful for that. Michael loved to redden a subbie’s ass to a nice, dark ruby. He doubted the Dom had gone that far with Lexie, for her first scene, but he didn't want to see her well-spanked ass right now anyway. Especially since he hadn't been the one doing the spanking.
When Michael stooped down to his bag and pulled out a vibrator, Patrick thought his entire body might actually implode as all of his muscles clamped down at once. For a moment he thought about fleeing. He did not need to know what Lexie looked like in the throes of passion.
His cock throbbed even harder. Fuck, he was going to cum in his pants like a goddamn teenage boy at this rate.
"Would you like to come, honey?" Michael asked, his voice easily carrying to Patrick. The sadist was probably enjoying fucking with him as much as he was with Lexie.
"Please..." Lexie's throaty plea was all hot need, her wide eyes blinking as she trembled. The vibrator Michael was holding was a fairly simple one, with a clit attachment, but Patrick already knew that she was going to go off like a rocket. She was already on the brink.
******
It felt like her skin was on fire. Her nipples throbbed. She was wetter than she'd ever been in her entire life. So, so wet that she could actually feel her juices leaking from her pussy. The entire world had narrowed down to this moment, this tiny space of reality. Just her, Master Michael, and, on the very fringes of her consciousness, Patrick.
Lexie loved sex. That was nothing new. But none of her experiences had ever been anything like this. Not just because she was in Stronghold and Patrick was watching, but because even when her previous boyfriends had tied her up, none of them had taken control like Master Michael had. None of them had ever pushed her limits - because they wouldn't have known what or how to push. She'd never danced on such a thin edge of pain and pleasure. Never had the build-up be constructed so thoroughly, so painstakingly, and so slowly.
Every nerve in her body was buzzing, humming with eager anticipation. Cool air flowed over the sensitive skin where Michael had flogged her, and between her legs where her heated pussy was swollen and ready. The burning in her nipples as the weights bounced sent jolts of lightning straight to her core. She'd played with clamps before, on her own; the weights provided a similar but different sensation, and the entire experience was completely different when she couldn't just remove the source of tugging pain as soon as she wanted to. Master Michael was in control of everything. What she felt, when she felt it, and the intensity of what she felt.
"Please," she begged him, her pussy already clenching as he held up the purple vibrator. Her wrists tugged at her restraints, making her breasts jiggle, and she moaned again as the weights bounced slightly, tugging on her nipple rings and making the tiny buds ache.
Master Michael shifted, so that he was kneeling in front of her, and she arched her hips forward as the thick, plastic tip nudged against her pussy lips. She was so wet that he had no problem sliding the shaft inside of her, thrusting it slightly as her pussy opened for the fake dick. It wasn't as good as the real thing - it never was - but it still felt fucking fantastic right now. Lexie panted, her head falling back as her hips moved in time with the slight thrusts.
She jerked, whimpering as it turned on, low. The clit attachment barely brushed her swollen bud, teasing her, but not bringing her anywhere near fulfillment.
"Please, Master Michael... please, I need to cum," she begged, her voice rising in a sob. She didn't care. Pride had no place in this. There was just the overwhelming, rising tide of tension that was coiling in her center.
His hand smacked against her inner thigh, on skin already made pink by the strands of his flogger, and Lexie gasped.
"Don't you dare cum yet, not until I tell you to."
The self-assured, almost arrogant, tone of his voice didn't allow for contradiction or bargaining. She responded to it, immediately, struggling against the low thrum of the vibrator, trying to angle her hips away from fluttering clit attachment, because she wanted to obey that command. That voice. But he pressed forward, the vibrations increasing, as the clit attachment pressed against that sensitive bundle of nerves and Lexie almost screamed.
"Please... I can't..."
"Just another minute, honey, not yet."
Oh god... it felt like she was melting, like her insides were turning into molten lava. The pleasure from the vibrator was coursing through her, making her toes curl as she dug her fingers into the restraints around her wrists, clinging to the edge of sanity.
The vibrator pulsed, and the fluttering against her clit went electric. White noise roared in Lexie's ears as she convulsed, her throat tightening on a scream.
"Cum now, Lexie."
The permission came a second before she would have lost control anyway, and she screamed as her body shuddered. The orgasm was overwhelming, bigger and brighter than any she'd ever experienced in her life. Waves rolled through her, buffeting her consciousness, turning her into a throbbing mass as pain spiked through her nipples and ecstasy sizzled along her nerves.
It was white heat, sparkling fireflies dancing in her vision, as the tension unraveled from her body in spiraling vortexes of rapture. She hung, wrapped in warmth, as the immediate stimulation faded away, leaving her in a hazy fog of sated bliss.
"I've got her."
The deep tones pinged on her consciousness, some part of her mind perking up with interest as strong arms wrapped around her, holding her up. Her wrists dropped, no longer secured. The warmth of the cuffs left, leaving her wrists cool. The weights on her nipples lifted, leaving them sensitive and tingling.
"That's fine. She said that you could cut in any time, as long as you weren't ending the scene." Amusement. Satisfaction. Lexie could hear both.
A low rumbling growl, that she felt more than heard, as she was pulled tight against a warm, muscular chest. Smelling familiar cologne, Lexie purred her contentment, snuggling in.
******
The only thing worse than a passion-wracked Lexie was a cuddling, sated Lexie. Patrick could feel his heart cracking as she nuzzled her head against his shoulder. She wasn't in sub-space exactly, but she wasn't quite in her right head either. Pleasure-sated, would be the term he'd use. He wasn't even sure if she knew it was him and not Michael that was holding her.
The other Dom was giving him smug looks, which Patrick ignored as he settled a blanket-wrapped Lexie in his arms. Michael could clean up the station on his own. Patrick was taking over aftercare. He stalked towards the corner of the Dungeon where the couches were, passing his friends on the way. Angel and Jessica were still getting their butts paddled. As he walked past, Chris did a double-take as he saw Lexie in Patrick's arms, his eyebrows going up nearly to his forehead. Whatever. Patrick wasn't going to stop and explain himself right now.
It had been hard enough watching Michael do the scene with her. Seeing how deeply she'd gone into it. When he'd realized that she was in that after-scene, glowy haze that affected so many submissives, he hadn't been able to take it anymore. He just couldn't let someone else care for her when she was that vulnerable.
At least, that's how he justified it.
The knowledge that Lexie had given Michael instructions to let Patrick take over... it only underscored how much she thought she wanted him. But could she still handle him? Could he handle her?
On the other side of the equation, it was obvious that Lexie was into the scene. He really couldn't deny that. Continuing to deny her entrance to the club wouldn't just be cruel, it would be dangerous. The reason he'd hired her at Stronghold in the first place had been in hopes that she'd see what it was like and go running, because otherwise she might have gone to less a secure club to explore her curiosity. At least here he'd been able to control her, keep an eye on her.
Now she'd not only quit, but she'd gotten a taste of the scene. A taste that she'd obviously liked. There was no way she'd want to stop exploring now.
There was really only one possible course of action. Keeping her away from the scene until Jake got home and Patrick could talk to him was out of the question now, he knew Lexie wouldn't wait. She'd just laugh at him and go somewhere else, somewhere he wouldn't be able to protect her.
What he could do, the farthest he was willing to go, the responsible thing, would be to continue her introduction to BDSM. Slowly. Planned carefully. With his hand on the helm. Then, when Jake got home, he might be pissed that Patrick had been scening with her, but he could at least explain how and why he'd been pushed into it. Plus, by then, he'd know whether or not Lexie could handle the kind of relationship he wanted. Needed. So he could ask Jake, with a clear conscience, what he thought about Patrick dating his little sister.
Jake would understand Lexie's impetuousness and that Patrick had stayed within acceptable boundaries. At least, Patrick hoped he would. Things could still blow up in his face. He didn’t just want a woman who was into the scene, he wanted a woman who could handle a nearly 24/7 relationship. A past girlfriend had said he wanted something closer to a Domestic Discipline relationship than BDSM. Like his other girlfriends, she hadn’t been able to handle the fact that he wanted to direct their relationship and the majority of her day.
