by Golden Angel
When he pulled it out, one end was glossy and wet with her juices. Patrick's gleaming smile made her shiver in anticipation. "That should be all the lubrication it needs."
The warmed, slicked end pressed against her anus, circling for just a moment, and then he pushed it in. The tight ring of muscle opened easily, because the thermometer wasn't exactly huge, but she could still feel it distinctly. Like with her pussy, Patrick pumped the slender rod gently, in and out of her ass. It didn't hurt, it wasn't enough, but as teasing foreplay it was perfect.
She wanted more. Of everything.
"Nice and normal," Patrick said, pulling it free and checking what the temperature said. Lexie couldn't help but roll her eyes over the fact that he actually looked.
"Oh, what a relief, Doctor," she teased back, squirming a little bit. Now both of her holes felt wet and ready, wanting to be played with and filled with something more substantial than a thermometer.
Patrick swatted the inside of her thigh, making her yelp at the unexpected sting. Her sensitive skin felt the burn immediately, and there was no way for her to rub or soothe the spot, not tied up as she was. If he wanted to, he could spank her inner thighs all day long and there was nothing she could do about it. A shiver of excited arousal rippled through her in response, her nipples feeling like they were perking up even more, if that was possible.
"Behave," Patrick said simply, although he was obviously more amused than upset. If he hadn't been, he would have smacked her a lot harder.
Walking back over to the cabinets, he tossed the thermometer in the bin for cleaning, and Lexie watched as he opened up another cabinet and pulled out something she'd never seen before. What the heck was it? It definitely hadn't been in there the last time she'd decorated Stronghold, she always went through the available toys in each of the rooms when she did that. Curiosity and all that.
It kind of looked like a small scale, the kind apothecaries would have used way back when, the kind that Justice held in her hand whenever she was depicted, except that there weren't any actual scales. There was an upright bar and a crossbar, with what looked like chains hanging from each end of it, and the top of the upright bar had a big ball atop it. As Patrick brought it over, she realized that the chains each ended in rubber-tipped clamps.
"Oh shit..."
"Figured it out have you?" Patrick asked, a sadistic little gleam in his eye. "This is what we call a nipple tree. I brought it from home especially for tonight."
Geezus... this was from Patrick's private collection? Maybe he was a little bit more of a sadist than she realized. Not like it stopped her pussy from creaming; if anything, she was getting even more excited.
******
The heat in Lexie's eyes would have burned him if it had been a tangible thing. Patrick had taken the opportunity to adjust his cock while his back had been turned to her, but he still wasn't comfortable. How could he be with the head of his dick trapped in the waistband of his pants and his balls turning blue?
She looked fucking spectacular. Spread out like a feast for the senses, tempting him with every little tremor in her body, fucking with his control just by being who she was. Being restrained hadn't tempered any of her sass, and he liked it that way. He also liked the way her blue eyes widened at the sight of the nipple tree, the excitement tinged with fear that filled them, and how her back instinctively arched, thrusting her breasts up.
They weren't more than a handful, but they were a fucking perfect handful, with nipples that were made to be tortured.
Placing the tree in the center of her chest, right between her breasts, he looked down at her to see her gnawing on her lower lip. "What's your safe word, Pixie?"
"Red, Sir."
"Don't forget, you can use it at any time."
The look he got back for that reminder was almost contemptuous. "I won't need it for this. Sir."
He reached down and smacked her inner thigh again, this time of the opposite, and watched as her pupils dilated and she shuddered. Gorgeous. Perfect.
When he cupped her breast, positioning her nipple under one of the clamps, her quick, indrawn breath had him glancing at her expression again. Just to make sure she hadn't changed her mind. She looked almost blissful, and it took him a moment to realize it was because he was touching her. Which nearly brought him to his knees as his control wavered.
Before he'd looked at her face and seen her reaction to him, he'd been able to not think about how soft her breast was, how silky her skin was, and how fucking good she smelled. The utterly sincere and honest way she responded to him cracked his control and shattered the walls he'd put up, the same walls which had made it possible for him to ignore how good she felt under his hand. Gritting his teeth, he quickly clamped her nipple, careful that it wouldn't be too tight with the ring going through the tender bud, but still tight enough to hold.
Lexie gasped and then gave a pained moan, shuddering as she struggled to adjust to the clamp. He knew it would feel like fire, going straight through the core of her breast, and yet she didn't even seem to consider protesting. Clamping her other nipple, he couldn't stop himself from caressing the soft underside of her breast before releasing her.
"How does that feel, sweetheart?" he asked, stroking one finger down the center of her stomach. Now that he'd started touching her, he was finding it nearly impossible to stop... but he exerted enough control over himself to only touch her with one finger and only an area that wasn't sexual. Just because her stomach was soft and smooth and trembled beneath his finger didn't make it sexual.
"Hurts," she said, panting a little bit. Her pupils were huge as she looked up at him, pools of black rimmed with bright blue and practically glowing. "Hurts good."
"Good girl," he murmured, bringing his hand up to cup one of her breasts again. Just for a second. Just as a reward to her. The way she moaned and arched confirmed that it was a good reward. It was torture for him, because he didn't dare more than a quick caress. Not with the way it felt like his cock was pounding, as if all of his blood flow was pooling there and trying to force the front of his pants open.
It only took him a moment to go back to the cabinets and return with a short flogger. The soft leather had a nice, thuddy quality to it when it landed, nothing sharp or stinging, that wasn't what he wanted. The sting and burn would come from the nipple tree, contrasting with the deeper but less painful impacts he was about to inflict on her. Opening the small purse she'd brought, which was sitting on the counter, he pulled out the plug and liberally smeared it with lube.
Standing between her spread legs, flogger in one hand, plug in the other, he knew that he'd hold this image of her in his brain for the rest of his life. Her creamy skin was just waiting to be pinked; between her thighs, her already pink pussy lips were glistening with fluid, and her nipples were starting to turn a dark red as every little wiggle her body made caused the clamps to tug on the sensitive buds. It was sin and sex and temptation, heaven and hell, and everything he wanted and feared.
"You look fucking gorgeous," he growled. "Good enough to eat."
"Want to take a taste?" Challenge and wistfulness, hope and wariness. She knew he was going to turn him down, but she had to try anyway, he could see it in her face. Trussed up like this, Lexie was letting all of her emotions shine through, and it was a hell of an aphrodisiac. She had no idea how fucking bad he wanted to lower his mouth to that tempting pink flesh and lap at the cream dripping from her body, like a starving cat. The musky, sweet scent of her arousal filled his nose, making his mouth water.
Instead, he deflected. "Trying to top from the bottom, Pixie?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at her. It was what she was trying to do, but he damn well hoped he covered how much he wanted to let her get away with it. "Maybe you need something else, to help keep you focused."
She smiled at him, almost beatifically, when he held up the plug. Resting the flogger across her stomach so that she’d ponder what was coming next, he pressed the glass point against the crinkled r
osebud of her anus. This time he got to watch her face, look into her eyes, as he pushed the plug into her body.
Little wrinkles formed on her forehead as she screwed her face up, panting slightly as the fattest part of the plug slid through the tight ring of muscle. Patrick didn't bother pumping it in and out this time, he had just slid it straight in with one slow, smooth movement, wanting her to feel it. She shivered again, and he knew it was partly from the coolness of the glass in that hot, aching hole. One day, if things worked out, he was going to explore that tight rear entrance thoroughly, with his mouth, fingers and cock. But for now, the plug was the best he could do.
Picking up the whip, he trailed the ends across her stomach and thighs, admiring the contrast of the black leather against all that luminous skin. He knew that it drove her nuts that she had trouble tanning, tending to burn instead, but he loved the way her pale skin glowed and contrasted to her black hair and lashes. It would look even better next to the chocolate tones of his own skin.
"Are you ready?" he asked. There was a lustful huskiness to his voice that he couldn't hide, and he was starting to wonder why he even bothered to try. Lexie knew that he wanted her. She'd have to be blind to miss it.
The little minx writhed slightly in her restraints, making him want to press his hand against the front of his pants, to put some pleasurable pressure on his cock, because the ache was killing him.
"What happens if I say no, Sir?" she asked impishly.
Patrick let his lips spread open in a smile. A not-so-nice smile that made her eyes widen as if she realized she might have just made a mistake.
"Then I do my best to make you change your mind," he said, setting the flogger back down so that he could reach for the nipple tree.
One hand holding it firmly in place, the other grasped the knob at the top and turned. Lexie cried out as the crossbar began to move away from her body, pulling her trapped nipples upwards. The sound of her erotic pain was like music to his ears as she whimpered and gasped, but didn't beg or ask him to stop, not once.
Her body was trembling by the time he'd given the knob a full half turn. The banded restraint around her midsection kept her from moving too much, and the tree itself meant that no matter how she arched her back, the tension on her nipples never decreased. The swollen nubs were a much darker red now, gorgeously tortured looking, and fulfilling the slight sadist in him.
"Beautiful, Pixie," he murmured, picking up the flogger again. "Do you know how gorgeous you are when you hurt for me?"
Running his hand down her thigh, to her knee, he felt her pulse racing inside of her body. Part of him wanted to hold back the words, but another part of him acknowledged that he would reassure and praise any submissive who was pleasing him as much as she was. It would be unfair to withhold that, just because of the extra emotions he held for her. Besides, the look of joy on her face was worth it. She needed to know that he was pleased with her; she craved that acknowledgement, just like any good submissive. Only a cruel Dom would have held it back just to keep himself from becoming vulnerable.
Domination and submission wasn't one-sided, it was an exchange. Lexie was giving him more than he could have hoped for, with her emotions, trust and submission, and he wouldn't cheapen that by holding himself aloof or giving her even less than he had other submissives. So what if it made hanging on to his self-control even harder? That was his problem to deal with.
Reluctantly pulling his hand from her soft skin, he focused on the scene. He'd planned out every last second of it, knowing that he would need that structure to keep himself on track. To hold back from temptation. Giving her what she needed as a submissive was his duty, but he wasn't going to go further than that.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Lexie moaned as he smacked the flogger against the tops of her thighs, letting the leather caress her skin with a slightly stinging thud. He crisscrossed back and forth, using the steady rhythm to distract himself from his thoughts, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. It was definitely a worthy distraction. Her skin turned a pretty pink color where the flogger landed, streaking across her skin. On some submissives, such a light flogging wouldn't leave a visible mark, but on Lexie's pale skin, it stood out beautifully.
Working his way up her thighs, he let the strands of the flogger fall on her hips and the top of her mound, knowing that it would warm her skin and make it tingle, teasing her pussy even though he never touched it. Her soft, needy moans filled his ears, and he could feel himself sinking into the rhythm, the steady cadence, a free space that filled and satisfied him even if he didn't achieve release. The air between them seemed to shimmer, as if the connection growing between them was becoming visible.
He knew exactly where to land each blow of the flogger, exactly how to draw a growing response from her lips. Lexie writhed under the lash, thrusting her breasts and pussy up as much as possible, her body begging for the impact. It was strange how something so kinky, so erotic, could also be so fucking pure.
When the flogger hit the side of her breast, she whimpered in a new way, her brow wrinkling with true pain, and Patrick immediately stopped. She hadn't said her safe word, but she might be too far gone in sensation to do that - it happened sometimes, especially with new, stubborn submissives who wanted to prove themselves. Which was why he was so careful about watching.
Time to take the nipple tree off.
She cried out, in pained relief as he twisted the knob to release the tension and then removed the clamps, setting the tree on the floor next to the exam table. It was fucking sexy, and at the same time he worried that he'd kept it on too long. Patrick enjoyed watching a woman work through erotic pain, giving in to it in order to please him, but he wasn't truly a sadist, and Lexie wasn't truly a masochist.
"Shhh," he murmured, cupping her breasts with both hands and massaging gently, helping the blood flow. "It's okay, Pixie, I'll make it feel better."
Tears had sparked in her eyes, relief on her face. They were going to have to have a talk about letting him know when something became too much for her. That was important while they were still getting to know each other sexually, because he had to trust that she'd speak up.
"I'm okay," she said, panting a little bit as he gently squeezed and massaged, running his thumbs over the dark red little buds. "It hurts, but it feels good too. Especially now."
A woman after his own heart. He should have realized, considering the rings she'd gotten, that Lexie would like strenuous nipple play. It was definitely on his top five list, especially because he knew that tomorrow she'd still be feeling the ache, the soreness, and would think about tonight.
Her moan of pure pleasure refocused him, and he realized that he was still massaging her breasts. Still touching her intimately. Far more than he needed to just to soothe her tortured nipples. His self-control was shredding, the boundaries between them crumbling, and he had to get himself back under control before he let things go too far.
Pulling his hands away from her breasts, he picked up the flogger again.
******
Warmth was running up and down her body in heavy pulses, from her knees up to her ribcage, as Patrick flogged her. This was a lighter, shorter flogger than Master Michael had used on her, and she could feel the difference. Not just because of the flogger, but because of whatever was going on between her and Patrick. She'd trusted Master Michael, and she'd been able to let go with him, but it wasn't the same as what she was feeling now.
It was like flying, almost, as every single one of her cares drifted away into nothingness, leaving behind a vessel waiting to be filled with sensation. Her nipples throbbed on her chest, sparking with pain whenever one of the lashes smacked against them, but it felt so good too. Patrick had taken the nipple tree off just before she'd started seriously considering saying her safe word. Not red, but yellow... just to slow things down and have him remove the darned thing.
She'd liked it though. The tug. The pull, the burn, all while he'd had her writhing
under the flogger. He played her body like he was inside of her head, under her skin, and could sense exactly what parts of her craved the lash.
The flogger was making her skin exquisitely sensitive, so that she could feel the air brushing against her as the strands fell, the soft caress as they thudded down, and the slight sting of the impact.
Her ass clenched around the plug every time the flogger fell, sucking the heavy glass in and then releasing, so that it almost felt like the plug was fucking her. The emptiness of her pussy ached, her clit swelling up as if trying to reach the falling strands. It wouldn't take much for her to cum right now, and at the same time, she was content floating so close to the precipice without falling over it. Her need buoyed her, rather than driving her, letting her spin in the eddies of pleasure while the current roared around her.
"Beautiful, Pixie."
The press of a vibrator against her clit was almost painful as it shattered the peace. The current caught her and pulled her along, throwing her off the cliff, and she screamed as she fell into the ecstasy. Her body jerked and she was dimly aware of the restraints around her, her helplessness as Patrick pressed the vibrator harder against her clit.
She burned.
She sparked.
She exploded.
Yet it wasn't enough.
The pleasure swirled in her, but there was still something missing, a point of human contact that she yearned for. Satisfaction made her limp, but she wasn't satiated.
Warm hands ran up and down her limbs, massaging, pulling her back to consciousness, making the yawning ache even more pronounced. Lexie blinked, her lashes heavy with tears. She moved, experimentally, finding that he’d undone her restraints and her wrists and ankles were free. Between her legs, her pussy felt swollen, pulsing from the after effects of her orgasm. Patrick's deep voice was murmuring encouraging, soothing words that did nothing to calm the need he'd created.
Seeing that she was coming back to him, he stood between her legs, taking her hand and pulling her up while simultaneously helping her remove her feet from the stirrups. Her legs dropped down, and Patrick was standing so close, so very close.
