by Golden Angel
"Relax, Pixie, I thought you said you were used to this," Patrick said soothingly, placing one hand on her lower back and pressing down gently. That helped a little.
"I'm also used to doing this on my own, at my own pace," Lexie retorted. "Sir."
She gasped as he pressed it deeper, stretching her tight hole. Not that he was moving much faster than she normally did on her own, but since she had no control over how fast the plug was entering her, it was a very different experience. Every movement was unexpected, because she wasn't the one doing it.
"Almost there."
Lexie groaned as he pushed, hard, and the plug popped past her sphincter and settled into place. Her anus snapped shut around it, holding on to the thinner length between the bulb and the base. The glass was still a bit cool inside of her, although it was rapidly heating up. The plug itself was heavier than the one she normally used, making its presence known in a much more definitive way.
She squealed when Patrick twisted the plug back and forth; she rocked forward, making her nipples burn as the jewelry on her rings dipped and pulled. The longer the beads were on her rings, the heavier they seemed to get.
"Back in position," he reminded her, giving her ass a quick swat.
Moving her body back carefully, to save her nipples some tugging, Lexie arched her back, trying to get used to the feel of the heavy plug inside her. She felt fuller than with her plug, even though it wasn't any bigger, just because of its weight.
Her fingers curved, trying to dig into the desk as he pulled the plug back out, making her open for it, and then he began to slide it back and forth smoothly. The tight ring of muscles protested and clenched, burning even as a strange pleasure flickered through the discomfort. Having the plug moving back and forth, making her ass open and then allowing it to nearly close, was completely different from just having it sitting quietly inside of her. Lexie's spread legs trembled, her pussy clenching, and her back arched and dipped as she adjusted to the whirling sensations.
It felt good, it felt wrong, it felt like all the things that Angel and Jessica had whispered about. At the same time, she understood why even conversation about anal play made Hilary blush. She finally got why the books she'd read made such a big deal about it. This was intimate in a way that she hadn't been prepared for. It didn't matter that he was using a plug, Patrick was still touching her, causing sensations for her, in an area that had never been touched by anyone else. Not all of the sensations were good, but at the same time, that just made it more special... more intensely submissive. She was taking it to please him.
Besides, she liked a little bite of pain with her pleasure anyway.
"Oh!" She gasped as he pushed the plug fully into her again and twisted it back and forth like a corkscrew. The sensations from that were completely different, stimulating the tiny nerves that were bundled around her anus. Her toes curled as she struggled to stay in place. It felt so good, the pressure, almost like an orgasm was building up inside her, and she wanted more. Needed a follow-through.
Instead, Patrick stepped away, and she groaned.
His chuckle, as he picked up the leather paddle, made her want to kick him. The only thing that helped soothe her temper was that, as she peeked to the side, she could see the huge bulge at the front of his pants. At least she wasn't the only one suffering.
******
Playing with Lexie's ass had fucked with his control. Patrick's blue balls had gone from painful to downright epic, and yet he wouldn't have stopped the scene for anything. Maybe he had a hidden masochistic side. Or maybe he was just willing to put up with whatever he had to in order to play with Lexie. God, he was so fucked. But right now, in the middle of the scene, that didn't matter. What mattered was giving her what she needed.
Part of him still couldn't believe how fucking perfect she was. She'd obviously been reading up, researching BDSM, in preparation for today. There were moments when her naiveté, her innocence, came through, but there were also moments when it seemed like she'd already been partially trained. Then again, as much as she'd been around the men and women from Stronghold, he shouldn't be too surprised by that. He knew the girls talked, and she'd had plenty of opportunity to see Dom/sub interactions now that their friends were all getting into relationships.
Hefting the weight of the leather paddle, which would thud nicely and give her just a bit of sting, he brought it down on her ass. It was wide and long enough to cover both cheeks at once, making them jiggle as she gasped and jerked. Her movement was immediately followed by stillness, and he grinned, knowing that the jewelry he'd added to her nipple rings was probably starting to bite.
The weight of the beads would slowly start to feel heavier the longer she wore them, especially as she moved, making them bounce on her tender nipples. She'd feel every smack of her ass through her whole body. He brought the paddle down again with a meaty thud, this time making sure to catch her a little lower on her ass, so that her sit-spot got a good swat. Lexie moaned, the sound making him want to respond with his own sound of pleasure.
Just paddling her ass was a pleasure. He was careful with the blows, measuring them out so that none of them were too forceful - this wasn't a real punishment spanking after all. The upturned cheeks were slowly turning a dark pink with each blow. He rubbed the paddle over them, caressing her skin with the leather, before lifting it and landing another.
Every impact was greeted with a moan. Lexie's head had dropped down, and she’d started to pant with arousal. The wet lips of her pussy glistened in the light, even more obvious as she lifted her hips, her bottom coming up to encourage the kiss of the paddle. She was completely in the moment, her body attuned to his, reacting to every movement, taking whatever he was willing to give.
Using the remote in his pocket, he increased the speed of the butterfly vibrator, enjoying the way her body arched as she cried out, squirming as she tried to reach her climax. Patrick brought the paddle down harder on her ass, leaving a red mark across the pink cheeks. Lexie moaned, already lifting her hips to ask for more. The pain was merging with the pleasure now, confusing her body so that she couldn't tell which was which. Watching it happen was everything he would have dreamed. He brought the paddle down hard again, over and over, turning her ass from pink to bright red, making her shudder as she neared her climax.
The soft, needy noises she was making were going to be embedded in his brain for the rest of his life. They were like an aphrodisiac, digging little fingers into his willpower and stripping it away. He needed to end this soon, before he did something he didn't mean to... like plunging his fingers or tongue into that wet, gorgeously pink pussy.
Putting the paddle down on the desk, he picked up the leather strap, increasing the butterfly vibrator's speed again. Lexie didn't even seem to notice that he'd moved away, her entire focus was on the tumultuous sensations that were roiling through her body. Exactly the way he wanted her.
Although he wasn't as serious a sadist as Andrew, he wanted to make sure that Lexie could handle the amount of pain that he enjoyed incorporating into a scene. They were about to hit his limit. He didn't need or want pain in every scene, but he enjoyed seeing a submissive becoming lost in it, giving herself over to him and trusting him not to take her too far. He could tell that Lexie had lost herself in the scene, see how much she trusted him... and how beautifully her body responded to what he was doing.
"Oh!" she cried out, as he amped up the speed of the butterfly vibe again, just before bringing the strap down across her ass. She cried out, much louder than before, as the strap bit into her already reddened skin. Yet she didn't say her safe word, didn't even ask him to stop. Just dropped her head down, lifting her ass again, her thighs tensing and relaxing as she waited.
Flick the intensity of the vibe up again and...
THWAP!
A sob caught in her voice, of passion and need, blended so intricately with pain that there was no telling them apart.
Last level of the vibe and...
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br /> THWAP!
Lexie screamed and Patrick couldn't help himself, he pressed his fingers against the soft jelly body of the butterfly, pressing it harder against her clit. He quickly put his other arm under her body, helping to hold her as she came, her legs trembling, the undulations of her body almost knocking her off of her feet. The position put him so close to her ass that he could practically feel the heat rising from her cheeks.
Touching her, holding her up as she came, had him nearly joining her and messing his pants like a fucking teenager. Her skin was so soft against his arm, the bottom of her cincher digging into his skin, but he didn't care. It was all he could do not to caress the red, beaten curves of her ass.
"Oh please..." Lexie sagged and jerked, trying to get away from the intense vibrations against her clit, and Patrick removed his hand, easing the pressure on her sensitive bud. He reached into his pocket for the remote and turned the vibe off. With his other arm still supporting her body weight, it wasn't the easiest move to pull off, but he managed. Quickly, he unstrapped the butterfly from her, to make her more comfortable, although he left the plug. The pretty glass end just looked too cute in her little hole, and he liked knowing that she would still be feeling the effects during aftercare. Straightening her up, he let her lean on him so that he could undo the hooks at the front of the waist cincher. Immediately she slumped, sighing with relief.
Lifting her limp weight into his arms, cradling her against him, he moved around to the other side of the desk so that he could settle into the chair. Ignoring the painful erection he was sporting was making his lower back ache, but he knew he didn't have a choice.
******
Lexie snuggled into Patrick's chest, warm and happy and completely sated. Her butt cheeks were burning, the heavy plug in her ass was making her ache, and her nipples throbbed under the weight of the jewels. As Patrick cradled her in his lap, the plug was jostled and she shuddered, her body clenching as the aftermath of her orgasm rippled through her in a kind of mini-quake.
She nuzzled her head into his shoulder, resting against his broad chest and savoring the feel of him holding her so tightly against him. The press of his erection into the side of her hip made her insides ache pleasurably. If he wanted to have sex right now... but somehow she instinctively knew that he wouldn't. Just having her in a scene had been such a huge step for him, and even if they both wanted it, trying to push him towards it would just backfire on her.
Still, she could enjoy knowing that she'd had that effect on him.
"How are you feeling, Pixie?" he asked, his voice gentle as he stroked her hair. Lexie tipped her head back so she could smile up at him. Their faces were only inches apart and she thought, for a moment, that he might lean down and kiss her. But then the moment passed, something shuttering in his eyes, and she knew that he was going to hold himself back.
"Good," she said honestly, before the silence between them could become awkward. "Very good, Sir. That was... wonderful."
His hand slid up her leg towards her butt, stopping at her upper thigh. "Not too rough for you?"
"No... although I don't think I'd want that much of a spanking every time," she said, determined to be honest, hoping that he wouldn't be disappointed. To her relief, he looked pleased by her confession. If he'd liked being that rough every time, or even rougher, she wasn't sure if she could have taken it. The brief moment of fear that she'd had fluttered away as the conviction that they meshed well together settled in.
Everything he'd done, she'd loved. Not just because it was him either. The teasing, the beating, the orgasm... it had all been incredible. Trusting him came to her easily, and she'd been able to completely let go in a way that she'd never experienced before. Even the scene with Michael hadn't been this intense, despite the fact that Michael had touched her while Patrick had remained decidedly hands off. It frustrated her, a bit, that he hadn't actually touched her during the scene. Not that being cuddled was bad, but she wished that he'd put his hands on her at any point before that.
He was still holding back.
Baby steps, she reminded herself.
"Good, so we've started exploring some of your limits," he said, smiling and looking thoughtful at the same time. She could practically see his thoughts starting, going straight into planning mode. Patrick was definitely a planner. Lexie was sure he was already thinking about what he might do to her next time.
No objections there, even if it meant that he wasn't paying attention to the fact that she was naked on his lap right now. Hell, for all she knew, he was trying to distract himself from that fact. She wouldn't put it past him. Being patient for him was hard, but if that scene was any indication, it would be worth it in the end. So she just settled in and let him cuddle her, drank the water that he pulled out of the desk for her, and enjoyed what he was willing to give her right now.
Which, as she found out at the end of the night, included the butt plug. Realizing that he'd picked it out especially for her made her night. Some girls would be giddy over flowers or jewelry... Lexie would take her specially-chosen, blue glass butt plug over those any day.
Chapter 7
Getting bored at work, Lexie found herself feeling compelled to write Jake an email. Maybe because she'd scened with his best friend last night and would be at the club again tonight? Granted, she'd be working tonight, but still. It was hard to forget what she’d done last night, because her nipples still ached and so did her ass, inside and out. She felt a little awkward, keeping that kind of secret from Jake. Not that she shared every aspect of her life with him, but this part now involved a guy that he basically considered his brother. Before today she'd never felt even the slightest twinge of guilt about her crush on Patrick, but now that they'd done something together, it was somehow different.
Still, she wasn't going to let Jake or anyone else hold her back from what she wanted. It was her choice to make. Not that she really thought anyone would disapprove, but of course everyone worried. So she wouldn't say anything about that exactly. But she didn't want him to get home and have a conniption (as Hilary would say) because he didn't know that she'd been going to Stronghold regularly. The more she could prepare him, the better, she figured. And, hopefully, the less he would blame Patrick if he was upset about her... activities.
They hadn’t Skyped in about two weeks, which was fairly usual. He had to split up his Skype time between her parents, her, Patrick and any of his other friends. No girlfriend though, unfortunately. In between Skypes, she usually wrote him emails to let him know what was going on at home. She’d learned, during his first deployment, that he liked consistent updates, even if she didn’t really have anything new to say. It made him feel connected. Sometimes she almost used him as a diary, it felt like, but he said he liked it so she kept doing it.
Hey Jakie-poo,
She grinned, knowing that he would growl at the salutation. Their mom had called him Jakie-poo until he was ten and had finally told her, in the way only an exasperated pre-teen could, to cut it out. Unfortunately for him, Lexie had been old enough to remember. When they were kids, she’d called him that to annoy him. Now it was said with more affection, and he only pretended to get pissy about it.
I miss you. How're things on your side of the sea? Not much new is going on here during the day. Mom and Dad are still bugging me about getting a "real" job - like I'll somehow have a magic revelation about not being a receptionist anymore. I just can't think of anything that I'd rather be doing. I'm making enough money to do all the things I want to, and I find it hard to care beyond that, although they don't seem to understand that I'm just not feeling very career-motivated.
Hilary's asked me to be a bridesmaid, which I'm SUPER excited about. I didn't expect it at all, which just makes it even better. Angel's going to be a bridesmaid too, and Jessica's her maid of honor. I really can't wait for you to come home and meet everyone! Olivia's a groomsman along with the rest of the guys. I know you're going to love them as much as I do.
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nbsp; A few nights a week I'm going to be at Stronghold - and not working! I know, I know, I won't go into detail. But I just wanted to let you know. The Sentinels aren't happy about it, of course, but all the other submissives backed me up, and so did Olivia. The rest of the Doms and Dommes didn't get involved. I'm just happy because I feel like I'm finally getting what I need. That's all I'm going to say about that though, so no freaking out on me. If anything, it's your fault for having pervy friends, it must have rubbed off on me =)
I really do like the club though, and finally having girl friends who are like me. I've been spending a lot of time with Angel and Leigh lately, and getting to know Maria, and now that I'm a bridesmaid I'll probably be seeing Hilary and Jessica even more. It makes me really happy. Not that I don't love the guys, but having some estrogen around (and not just Olivia) has been really nice. I didn't realize how much I missed having girlfriends until now.
I really miss you too though, everyone does. We can't wait for you to come home... if you're home by Halloween, you'll have to come to Stronghold to see the awesome decorating job I do for the theme nights! Don't worry, I'll protect you from all the kinksters. I know how those subbies frighten you.
Love,
Lexie
After giving the email a once over, Lexie hit send. She felt like she'd done a pretty good job of sliding in the info about her actually becoming involved in the club without giving too much or too little information. Couching it in between talking about the other girls would hopefully mean that it didn't stand out too much. Not that Jake was too horribly overprotective - the Sentinels were actually much worse when they were doing the big brother thing in his stead - but email and Skype didn't really help her gauge his reactions. Even looking at him face to face over the computer wasn't the same, because she couldn't see the rest of his body, and Jake had always been good at controlling his facial expressions.
