Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4)

by Golden Angel

  No doubt he would be getting an earful when the DMs came back.

  But at least he could leave the sub with Jessica and her two men with a clear conscience. The woman was clinging to Jess and didn't seem interested in talking to any man. Patrick had never been good at stepping back or delegating, but he wanted to get to Lexie. He told himself it was because he'd given her a certain time and so had a responsibility to be on time for their appointment, but he knew that he was just being selfish. Still, it wasn't like he took time for himself all that often, so he refused to feel guilty. Besides, everyone was always telling him that he was too much of a control freak when it came to the club.

  "Very nice," he said, approaching her, letting his voice fill with the warmth that he felt as he looked down at her. "I actually prefer hands behind your back, do that now. It will be more comfortable if you grip your elbows."

  Lexie immediately rearranged her arms, sliding them behind her back and bending them in the exact manner that he'd recommended. The position made her breasts thrust out even more, offering up her pierced, swollen nipples, and he saw the pink that flashed across her cheeks as she realized what the change in position had done. As brazen and bold as Lexie pretended to be, he loved to see that little hint of embarrassment.

  Standing directly in front of her, looming over her, he pressed his shoe against her inner thigh.

  "Knees farther apart."

  Her breathing faltered and then picked up as she shuffled slightly, spreading her legs wider. Patrick stepped back enough to enjoy the pretty picture she made, with her shaved pussy completely open, her breasts thrust forward, and the pink on her cheeks deepening. Part of that was arousal, he was sure. Her nipples were hard little points, and he was sure that he could smell the sweet scent of her pussy in the air.

  "Beautiful."

  "Thank you, Sir," she said softly, peeking up at him before dropping her gaze back down to the floor.

  Patrick grinned wolfishly. With Lexie kneeling in front of him, he felt more in tune with himself, more alive, than he had in months. His dominant side got plenty of use when it came to running the club, but it wasn't the same as having it focused on a single woman. A woman who was submissive and sassy, and ready to do whatever he wished. The power was a heady thing, and the fact that the woman in question was Lexie made it even more so. His metaphorical fingers had been itching to dominate her for so long that he could actually feel a sense of relief at finally being able to do so.

  "What would you do if I told you to kneel up, Pixie?" he asked, curious to see how much she'd researched on her own. Obviously she knew a little bit, since she'd been in a proper position when he'd entered the room.

  Immediately, Lexie rose up so that she was on her knees, no longer resting back. It made her pussy slightly less accessible, but it also put her in perfect position to suck his cock.

  Which really fucking made him wish that was happening tonight. He'd had fantasies about that mouth. Lots and lots of them. Far more than he would ever care to admit. It was practically an oral fetish, the way he obsessed about it. He'd never had it with any other woman, but with Lexie it was constantly on his mind. Especially when she was being particularly bratty. Although, she was being perfect right now and he still wanted to fuck her mouth.

  "Good girl," he said. Her eyes lit up with pleasure at his approval, sending an answering surge of warmth through him. A Dom liked to know that his approval was desired. "Stay there."

  Turning around, he discreetly shifted his raging hard on to a slightly more comfortable position before going behind his desk and opening up the top drawer. Picking up the thin strap of leather, he tried to stifle the emotions that said this meant something. It didn't. Not yet.

  "This is a training collar," he said, coming back to her as she peeked curiously. Her lips parted, and for a moment he thought she was going to interrupt him, but she didn't. "You can take it home with you and you will wear it any time you come to the club from now on. It's not a real collar," he said, firmly, as much to himself as to her. "It implies no commitment, other than you are under my protection while I'm training you and neither of us will be seeing or playing with anyone else for the duration of your training."

  ******

  Patrick could say whatever the fuck he wanted, that sounded like commitment to her. Not that she was going to protest. Nope. She was going to keep her mouth shut for once, rather than pointing out the obvious and forcing the issue. If this was what he needed right now, who was she to take that away from him? Lexie realized that he was struggling a bit with the whole training thing, not to mention the fact that she was his best friend's little sister, so if he wanted to be in an exclusive relationship without calling it that, she could accept that for now. The important thing was that she now had reassurance he wasn't going to be seeking out any other women.

  Which made her want to dance around and sing for joy. Sure, he hadn't been playing at the club, but she'd never been sure about whether or not he'd been seeing someone in his free time at home. If he said that neither of them were going to be involved with other people while he was training her, he would hold to that.

  Fuck yes!

  Somehow she managed to contain her excitement, which was really super hard. Especially because he was collaring her. Yeah, she got it was to make sure that other Doms didn't approach her or think that she was up for grabs now, but it was still a collar. It meant something. Angel, Jessica and the others all wore some kind of choker or collar when they came to the club, even though they weren't technically 'collared.' It was just a way of showing that they were taken.

  Now Lexie was taken too. Yeah, Patrick was hedging around it with all sorts of fancy talk, but that didn't make her feel any less claimed.

  Especially when his eyes flared, hot and hungry in his dark face, as he fastened it around her neck. It took her breath away, to see the possessive look flash across his face before it swiftly mutated back into the bland expression he'd been holding. The collar meant something to him too, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.

  "Thank you, Sir," she said, just to get another one of those hot looks from him. He really liked it when she called him Sir and meant it. It got her pretty hot too, even if it felt a little weird, since she'd spent her entire life calling him Patrick. Calling him Sir might be odd, but it also marked the serious change in her relationship, and she would have done it for that reason alone even if it hadn't gotten a reaction from him.

  "You're welcome, Pixie." White teeth flashed in a grin before he put back on his serious face. "Stand up, sweetheart, but keep your hands behind your back. I'll help you if you need it."

  Holy crap, stomach muscles! Lexie had practiced the kneeling stuff before, after reading about it, but she hadn't done it with her hands behind her back, and she hadn't realized how much harder it would be to stand without her arms. She'd never realized what useful things arms were when it came to balance and momentum. Standing up sounded so simple, but she barely managed it, and it sure as heck didn't look graceful.

  "Not bad," Patrick said, a hint of amusement in his voice. Lexie had to check herself from glaring at him. "Was that the first time you've done that?"

  "Yes." She really hated that she sounded out of breath as she said it, but her stomach muscles were still protesting from beneath her waist cincher. A sharp slap to her thigh made her jump. "Um, yes, Sir."

  "Practice it at home, it will get easier." His hand rubbed over the spot on her thigh that he'd slapped, and then his fingers began to trail up her side. Lexie almost forgot how to breathe as he traced a line that almost, but not quite, touched her breast, and then trailed up her throat until his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck. By the time his fingers had finished their journey, it felt as if her heart was fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage. Patrick was touching her, really touching her, and not like a kid sister or just a friend. Pressure on the back of her neck had her moving forward, almost dream-like. Although, if she woke up now, she was going t
o scream. "Come on, Pixie. I've set up the Office for us."

  For a moment she was confused as he propelled her towards the door which led straight into the club, and then she realized he meant the theme room Office. Excitement rushed through her, anticipation curling in her belly. She was going to scene with Patrick.

  She was going to scene with Patrick!

  Her overwhelming joy and arousal made it a hell of a lot easier to step out onto the main club floor, barely dressed. More than one person turned to stare, and then quickly turned away as Patrick focused his glare on them. Of course, he couldn't glare at everyone all at once. Lexie found herself buoyed by the supportive looks from the other submissives, and both aroused and a bit intimidated by the speculative and intense looks from the dominants. Some of them had flirted with her before, but they'd never looked at her with quite this intent interest. Then again, she'd never been this unclothed in front of them before.

  Glancing over at the bar area, she saw Olivia sitting there with Adam and Angel. The redheaded Domme gave her a thumbs up, which immediately drew Adam and Angel's attention to what she was looking at. Adam looked like he groaned as he covered his eyes, earning himself a wallop on the shoulder from his girlfriend. Unfortunately for Angel, she was also his submissive, and they were in the club. While Adam would occasionally tolerate things like that at home, there was no way he would put up with it here.

  Even as Lexie and Patrick passed by, heading towards the stairs, Adam was already pulling a protesting and apologetic Angel over his lap while Olivia watched. One of these days Angel would probably remember to temper her responses at the club. Probably.

  The warmth of Patrick's hand on her neck was reassuring. He'd held her this way many times, although never with sexual intent, and so the pressure was something she was used to, giving her something familiar in this new and anxiety-inducing situation. As much as Lexie had wanted to be in Stronghold, with Patrick, she couldn't help but feel a bit terrified now that she finally was. Up until this moment, everything had felt a little surreal, but they were entering the Office theme room, and they were about to scene.

  This was no dream. This was more than just her interest in BDSM on the line, it was her heart too. She knew that she'd built Patrick up in her head, that her fantasies had taken wing. All of the sudden, she couldn't help but worry about all the things that could go horribly wrong. She'd already been worried that she wouldn't be able to fulfill his needs, but what if he couldn't fulfill hers? What if the spark between them died in the face of cold reality? What if the fantasy that she'd built up in her mind was a million times better than anything he could deliver and she'd doomed her responses from the start?

  "Breathe, Pixie." Patrick squeezed her neck slightly, his fingers massaging, searching out exactly the right spots, and she jerked in a startled breath, looking up at him. The secure feel of the leather collar around her neck made it feel like he was still holding her even once he let go. She liked that. "Now, I told you what would happen if you came to my club dressed like this again, didn't I?"

  When he tugged on one of her nipple rings, Lexie thought she might pass out. The zing of pleasure and pain went straight down to her pussy, so much more intense than she'd expected. Not because of any physical difference in how he tugged the ring, but just because it was Patrick doing it.

  "But you told me to-" Lexie's brain finally caught up with her mouth and she cut herself off. "I mean, yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."

  "You don't sound very sorry." Fortunately, he sounded amused rather than annoyed at her insincere apology. Even though she knew he was role-playing a part and that he wasn't really upset about how she was dressed - considering this was what he'd demanded - she didn't want to actually make him mad at her. "I think I can change that, though. Go put your forearms on the desk."

  Holy crap. He really was going to recreate what had happened when she'd shown up in his office. Only, hopefully, with a much better ending.

  The position left her ass high in the air, her breasts swaying slightly beneath her, just like before. Except, this time she didn't have on a thong. Her glistening pussy was completely exposed. She was sure that she heard him take a quick inhale of breath as she bent over, and that made her even hotter. Ha. It was going to be a hell of a lot harder for Patrick to deny his attraction to her while he was training her.

  Which was exactly what Lexie wanted.

  His hand smoothed over her lower back, just below the waist cincher, but pulled away before he actually touched the curve of her ass, and she almost whimpered with disappointment. Then, he was standing beside her, crouching down so that her breasts were hanging right in front of his face. Lexie shuddered as he tugged on a nipple ring, twisting it gently, and the sensation zinged through her again. She really fucking liked it when he played with her rings. It made the painful aftermath of the initial piercing more than worth it.

  The ring tugged on her nipple, and then the pressure held. Lexie glanced down as Patrick tugged at her other nipple. He was hanging what looked like jewelry from them, two strings of sapphire blue that matched her cincher and also her eyes. They were each about two inches long, and the beads were heavy enough to stretch her nipples. Every movement she made would make the strings sway and pull.

  "Beautiful," Patrick murmured, flicking one of the strands. Lexie shivered as her nipple tingled and tugged, and pleasure went sizzling through her.

  He stood again, moving around to the other side of the desk and opening up the drawers. Lexie knew there were toys in there, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. What was he going to use on her? Her insides were practically dancing with glee as a happy little inner voice sang Patrick's going to play with me! over and over inside her head.

  She shifted, and the nipple jewelry swayed, pulling on her rings and making her nipples ache. Patrick laid out the items one by one, right in front of her, so that she couldn't fail to see. A butterfly vibrator, still in its packaging. A beautiful glass butt plug, about four inches long and an inch in diameter at its thickest part. A leather paddle and a supple leather strap that was about two feet long. All of it made her insides churn in anxious excitement.

  His hand hovered over the plug. "You indicated anal as a 'maybe' on your survey. Have you used one of these before?"

  "Yes, Sir," Lexie said, trying not to sound too baby-girl breathless. She still couldn't believe this was finally happening; her body was running riot with emotions. Knowing that getting involved with a Dom would probably mean anal, Lexie had bought a plug and played with it, just to know what it would feel like. But hers was rubber and not nearly as pretty. "Mine isn't like that though."

  There was a bit of a pause before Patrick replied, his voice carefully controlled, and Lexie realized that he must think she'd been playing with anal with another man. That was nice to know. "What is yours like?"

  "Rubber. Not so pretty. About the same size though. Sir."

  "Do you like it?"

  "I've gotten used to it, Sir."

  Patrick laughed. Even though she hadn't said that it was her toy and hers alone, he seemed to have figured that out. "I'll have to see if I can do a bit better than that. Your safe word is Red."

  "Yes, Sir." Lexie smiled down at the desk between her arms. It was just like him to take that as a challenge. She wouldn't mind if he made it feel better. Sometimes she masturbated with the plug in, and she had to admit, she did like the extra feeling of fullness, but she didn't quite understand the big deal about anal. Then again, she'd never played with anything larger than the plug either. From all the BDSM romance novels she'd read, she'd noticed that there was a theme when it came to the Doms wanting to be the first to play with that hole.

  But he didn't pick up the plug, instead he picked up the butterfly vibrator. Lexie squirmed a little, stopping when the strands on her nipples tugged gently. She'd always wondered about those vibrators, but had never had the extra money to spend to buy one.

  Whereas Patrick obviously knew what to do with one. It
took him less than a minute to get it securely strapped to her body in just the right place, its soft jelly surface nestling against her pussy and clit. Lexie moaned and shuddered as it turned on, the vibrations soft against her wet folds, teasing her. The humming was more subtle than she would have guessed, making her want to press her pussy against something to increase the stimulation.

  Unfortunately, she was stuck in position with nothing nearby to help her.

  Patrick picked up the plug. It looked tiny in his dark hands, but Lexie knew that it wasn't going to feel that way.

  Once he was back behind her, she heard the sound of lube being squeezed out of its packet. It dripped, cold and wet, onto her anus, making her shiver so that the beads hanging from her nipples danced. Her pussy clenched emptily, her clit swollen and needy against the butterfly vibrator. Fuck... this was intense. Partly because of what he was doing, and partly because it was Patrick doing it.

  Cool hardness pressed against her anus and Lexie sucked in a breath, trying to make her lower body relax. It wasn't easy, because the thick nose of the glass plug felt so different from anything that she was used to, but she managed to bear down so that it began to slide inside of her. The surface was much cooler than she was used to, much less yielding as well. Her anus clenched around it, burning a bit with discomfort as it was stretched open.