Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4)

by Golden Angel

  She wondered if her friends would be horrified by the contract. They might or might not understand. Then again, Jessica let Justin pretty much dress her up for Stronghold whenever they went, and he went shopping with her for her regular clothes now too. Angel, as Olivia had pointed out, never hung out with her guy friends without Adam anymore. They let their Doms control parts of their lives outside of the club, it just wasn't written down as part of the relationships.

  When she looked up, Patrick was standing at the entrance into the kitchen, leaning against the door frame and watching her.

  "How long have you been standing there?" she asked. She'd been so involved in the contract and her own thoughts that she hadn't even heard him stop doing the dishes.

  "Long enough to see you make some interesting expressions," he teased, his dark eyes flashing with amusement. The scar on his face seemed to tug at his upper lip, pulling it into a smile.

  "You have issues."

  "Tell me something I don't already know." Straightening up, he moved back into his position on the couch next to her, arm stretched out along the back. "Let's go over it and we can make some amendments. Or, at least, negotiate."

  "And at the end of our negotiations, you'll still get what you want, right?"

  "Probably." The twinkle in his eye was both devious and seductive.

  Lexie leaned over and gave him a kiss, which obviously surprised him, but he didn't pull away. She sighed happily as he put his hand on the back of her neck, letting his tongue duel with hers. Considering the contract she was holding in her hand, she'd wondered how he would take any blatant affection on her part. Apparently kissing was okay, although stroking his knee hadn't been. Granted, she'd had ulterior motives involving stopping the movie and moving to the bedroom, whereas she just wanted to kiss him now, but still.

  Pulling away, she handed him the contract with all the marks she'd made.

  "What is it with you and the butt plug, anyway?" she asked. "I thought Adam was the one with the anal fetish."

  "It's more about making sure you're thinking about me when I'm not there," he said, running his fingers through her hair. She really loved it when he did that. In fact, if they would work into the contract that he had to do that all the time, she'd be more willing to consider things like the butt plug. "The best way to do that is a toy, and the plug serves two purposes at once, because it will also stretch you out for me."

  The wicked grin he gave her sent a shiver straight through her body. Lexie had played with herself before, but when it came to anal sex, she was a virgin. Nothing other than toys and fingers. She hadn't consciously thought of it as saving part of herself for Patrick, just in case, but now it kinda felt that way. The idea of him claiming that last part of her... well, it made her pussy do all sorts of crazy contractions.

  "Okay, but I'm not wearing a plug to the office. I can't sit like that all day and do my job, and I know you wouldn't want me to be a bad worker." She batted her eyes innocently at his snort of amusement.

  "But you'd be willing to wear it at other times?"

  Part of her wanted to say no, just because the idea made her a bit uncomfortable, but the heat in his eyes as he twirled her hair around his finger was making her reconsider. Plus, the whole thinking about him even when he wasn't with her thing was really kind of hot.

  "What if I wore it whenever I'm home without you? A small one. No graduating sizes on me or anything," she said.

  The sinfully sexy smile that spread across his face made the concession worth it. Heat bloomed in her cheeks, and lower in her belly, at the look that he gave her. It was full of erotic promise, guaranteeing rewards and pleasure at his hands, and it occurred to her that it was a very dangerous smile. The kind that could tempt a girl into making very bad decisions.

  "What about girls’ nights? I want to make sure you don't forget me then, either," he said, pulling her closer, that smile on his face making her weak and stupid.

  "Girls’ nights out," she managed to say. "Not in. Those are all about being comfortable."

  "Alright. Write it down."

  Her hand shook as she did so, crossing out the relevant portion and writing in the new agreement. The rest of the negotiations were like that. Patrick looking more and more smug, even as he bent in his demands, and her feeling more and more like just saying fuck it so that they could stop negotiating and get to the good stuff. All the stuff that damned smile of his teased her with.

  In the end, he agreed that she could wear panties to work and when she was out in public wearing a skirt, but never at home or the club, which she considered a fair compromise. Morning blow jobs were assigned to the weekends, since she had to get up early for work on the weekdays. Lexie didn't mind that at all, since she had a feeling Patrick wasn't going to let her out of bed without playing with her as well. She had no objections to hot morning sex every weekend. She wore him down on paying for her waxes and on the showers thing, although she agreed that she would let him know whenever she was getting in the shower if he was around. It sounded like he planned on joining her whenever that happened.

  "I like washing you," was what he’d said.

  Yeah okay. If he wanted to take every opportunity to see her naked that he could, who was she to complain?

  They both signed their names to the bottom of the amended contract, after initialing the changes. It felt weird to be so excited over what looked like a legal document, but just signing it made Lexie want to dance and sing.

  "Good." That smile was back on Patrick's face, making her pussy clench as she looked up at him. "Now we can get to the fun stuff."

  Lexie shrieked in surprise as he picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder and heading to the bedroom like the alpha Neanderthal that he was. Hot damn that was fucking sexy.

  Chapter 15

  She'd signed the contract. She hadn't run. She’d stood her ground and argued for the things she wanted changed.

  Now she was his.

  Putting his hand on her ass, he possessively rubbed the denim-clad rump. The denim-clad, soon-to-be-naked rump. Fuck yeah.

  Small hands wandered down his back towards his own butt, and he couldn't help but smile. Submissive, yes; passive, no. That was his Pixie.

  He dumped her on the bed. Slightly disheveled, she stared up at him, licking her lips in anticipation. Her eyes were bright and excited, cheeks flushed, and her nipples were poking through the fabric of her sweater as if they could drill through it.

  "Sit up."

  Immediately she obeyed, scooting closer to the edge of the bed so that her legs could dangle off of it. Patrick slid his fingers under her sweater and pulled it up over her head, revealing her lack of bra. Which wasn't entirely surprising.

  "Mmm, very nice, sweetheart," he said, fondling her breasts. As much as he hated a mess in his room, he did enjoy dropping her clothes on his floor. He'd want to put them away later, but Lexie's clothes on the floor meant that she was naked and in his bed, and the sense of satisfaction it gave him completely overwhelmed his need for a neat room. "So pretty."

  Leaning down, he pushed her back so that she had to use both hands to prop herself up and keep from falling back completely. She moaned as he sucked one perfect pink nipple into his mouth, cupping her breasts with his hands and running his thumb over the neglected one. Putting her in this position was almost as good as binding her, because she couldn't move out of it without falling back. Which, he thought devilishly as he tugged on her ring with his teeth, would hurt. Plus it would deprive her of having her nipples sucked.

  Her legs spread automatically as he moved his mouth to the other nipple, using his tongue to toy with the ring piercing it, making it as hard as its counterpart. Laving attention on her nipples made her wildly needy, and her body writhed as much as she was able, begging him for more.

  "So sensitive and sweet," he murmured, switching his attentions back to the other nipple. The tiny bud stood proud and hard against her breast, still glistening from his mouth. "I could spe
nd hours sucking your nipples, Pixie."

  "Oh please no," she said immediately, her voice full of sensual desperation, even as her muscles obviously tightened. Her body responded to the idea, but her head knew how torturous it would be. Unless, of course, she was one of those women who could climax from nipple stimulation alone. It could be an interesting experiment one day, he thought, suckling her nipple deep into his mouth.

  Lexie mewed, her head falling back onto the bed, pushing her breasts up towards him for his visual and oral appreciation.

  "You should never tell a Dom no, Pixie," he said, around his mouthful of breast flesh. "It gives him such interesting ideas."

  She whined as he bit down on the base of her nipple, tugging it gently, but she didn't protest this time. When she lifted her head back up to look down the length of her body at him, her eyes had become glassy, her pupils huge with arousal. Their eyes met as he nibbled on her breast, making the moment even more intimate than it had been. His cock surged in his pants, demanding satisfaction.

  Yeah, the idea of tormenting Lexie's nipples for hours appealed, but not right now. That was something for a day later in the future when he had the time and patience to properly attend to the task. When he'd become more used to having her body at his disposal and his control wasn't pulled so taut.

  Reluctantly letting the swollen bud pop out of his mouth, Patrick undid the front of her jeans and started to pull them from her hips. He tutted as her panties came into view.

  "No panties in the condo, Pixie, I'm going to have to punish you for that."

  She blinked at him as he tugged her jeans further down her thighs, automatically lifting herself to help. "But... I didn't have time to take them off after we signed the contract!"

  "Not my problem."

  "That's not fair!"

  He grinned at her, dropping her jeans on the floor and planting a hand on either side of her thighs, leaning into her and looming over her. The arousal spiked in her eyes, even as she glared at him. "Who says I care about fair, sweetheart? I'm your Dom. I can punish you just because I feel like it, having a reason just makes it sweeter. Now say 'yes, Sir' unless you want to add to that."

  "Yes, Sir," she repeated, pouting. It really made him want to chuckle whenever she did that. Too bad he wasn't into age-play. She'd make an adorable little girl. Maybe if she was ever really bad, he'd arrange a scene. He had a feeling she'd hate that a lot more than any corporeal discipline he came up with. It would probably curb any childish behavior pretty damn quickly. Definitely something to keep in mind.

  "Since you like panties so much, I think I know the perfect punishment," he said. "Stand up and take those off."

  He went to his closet, to the shopping bag that he hadn't even had the chance to unpack yet. Apparently at least one of his choices today had been inspired. Opening the box he wanted, he quickly inserted the batteries and then turned to see Lexie standing nervously next to his bed, completely naked, and yet still slightly defiant.

  Lovely.

  "Bend over the bed, Pixie, and spread your legs."

  She obeyed, giving her hair a little toss as she did it. They'd see how long that sassy demeanor held up.

  Fucking beautiful. Her heart-shaped ass was up in the air, legs spread enough that her pussy gaped slightly, breasts and silver nipple rings hanging down below her. He could hardly wait until the day when he'd bend her over like this and fuck her from behind. Unfortunately, today was not that day, but he savored both the anticipation and the regret. Soon.

  Kneeling behind her, he ran his hand over her sweet ass, feeling her tremble slightly beneath his touch. Perfect. Bent over like this, with him behind her and out of her eyesight, she was already acting and feeling more submissive in her nervousness.

  "Lift up your foot." He tapped her ankle and she obliged, allowing him to slide her foot into the garment. "Now the other one."

  The panties went up her legs, slowing only when he reached her upper thighs.

  "Now hold still."

  He took his lube out of his bedside table, squirting a small amount onto his finger to rub all over the anal probe attached to the inside of the panties. Just a thin sheen of lubricant, because it wasn't as big as the plug she'd been taking, and he wanted to make sure she felt it. She squirmed, waiting, and he smacked her sharply on the ass, making her gasp and then lift her hips again.

  Little spankophile.

  He'd give her more of those too, once he had the panties on her.

  Lining up the dildo and anal probe with her holes, he pushed them in and then pulled the panties up behind them while Lexie gasped in surprise and then wriggled. He gave her another sharp smack on her thigh.

  "I said hold still."

  "Sorry, Sir... I just wasn't expecting... Oh!" She gasped again as he used the remote to turn on the vibrator in her pussy. Very low setting.

  "Stay in position, Pixie."

  Spanking her wouldn't be nearly as much fun with the black fabric covering her ass, but that wasn't quite the point. The point was to heat her up, and that's what it would do.

  He started off lightly, smacking each cheek in turn, alternating between the two and making sure to spread out the coverage. Lexie moaned, resting her head on her hands as her body undulated, always ending with her bottom rising, asking for more. Gorgeous. Even more along the edges of her panties where he could see her creamy bottom turning a delicate pink. Her holes would be clenching around the vibrator and the probe as he spanked her, adding to the sensations running through her body.

  With his free hand, he pressed on his cock, assuaging some of his own need for stimulation.

  "Do you like the panties?"

  "Oh yes, Sir..." she said, looking over her shoulder as he paused in her spanking to hear her answer. "But I'm sure I could like them even more."

  She thought so, did she? Patrick smacked her ass and she turned her head back around, so that she didn't see the sadistic smile that spread across his face. He pushed another button on the remote and heard her soft exhalation as the anal probe came to life within her as well. Also on its lowest setting.

  Ten more swats and then she was going to be pleasuring him with her mouth while he continued to play with the remote. He wondered how well she'd like the panties then.

  ******

  That devious, controlling fucker.

  He wasn't even spanking hard enough to hurt. It stung when his hand landed, but that sting immediately transferred itself into an erotic warmth that did much worse than hurt... it made her want. Want with a desperation that was driving her crazy. In the back of her mind, she remembered Maria talking about Rick's penchant for orgasm denial, and she had to wonder if Patrick was taking a page from his book.

  If so, she'd have preferred a straight up disciplinary spanking.

  But that wasn't what it was about, was it? No, it was about Patrick controlling the scene, controlling her body, her pain and her pleasure. Even when she wanted to scream with frustration, she also didn't want to disappoint him... didn't want him to stop. If he actually gave in to any of her pleas, gave her what she said she wanted... would she find that a relief or, deep down, would she be disappointed? Probably the latter. That had happened before, in the past, with one of her other boyfriends.

  Man she was twisted.

  But at least she was twisted in the same way Patrick was, and he was giving her what she needed even if it wasn't what she wanted. She actually craved him saying no to her, ignoring her pleas, making her wait for her pleasure, punishing her as he saw fit. It turned her on.

  Suddenly his hand came down harder than it had been, smacking against her ass with a loud snap, and she cried out... except that it didn't hurt. Her skin was warmed up, ready, aching for it, and her pussy and ass clenched around the toys in them. Again... oh please... again...

  SMACK!

  Warmth bloomed and surged, and for a moment she thought she might actually cum. Her clit was so swollen, pressing against the fabric of the panties, unable to get e
nough stimulation, but just Patrick's hand against her ass was nearly enough.

  Except, somehow, the asshole knew it.

  "Good girl," he said, gliding his hand over her backside, rubbing his hand over her curves, but not giving her what she needed. "Stay in position."

  Lexie moaned, heated and dizzy from the ache that was growing. The toys weren't doing anything but making her situation worse. Fuck these panties. These panties fucking sucked. If she never wore them again it would be too soon.

  Hell, she really would rather go without panties all the time than have to wear these again.

  Behind her, Patrick was moving, but she was finding it hard to concentrate on anything he was doing. She was pretty sure he was undressing. Please... oh please, oh please, oh please...

  "I do like it when you're polite, Pixie."

  Damn, had she said that out loud? She hadn't meant to. Not because she didn't mean it, but because anything she said just seemed to give him ideas. Horrible, sexy ideas meant to drive her out of her mind.

  The bed dipped as he got onto it, and she peeked to see him settling himself in a sitting position, just like the one she'd been in last night. His back rested against the leather portion of the headboard, and he was fisting his cock, watching her with glittering eyes.

  "Since you're being so polite, I'll allow you to suck me."

  Her mouth actually watered. Damned traitorous body. Giving head was supposed to be a reward? Except that she really did want to take him, any way she could get him... In her mouth, her pussy, her ass... although, to be honest, she preferred the second option.

  Maybe if she was good now...

  She crawled onto the bed, whimpering as her movements made her thighs brush against her mound, putting pressure on her clit. Patrick's legs were together, forcing her to spread her own and straddle them in order to lean over his cock. Which, of course, meant that she couldn't rub her thighs together to try and stimulate her clit.