Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4)

by Golden Angel

  On nights when they weren't at Stronghold, they'd take turns making dinner and just spending time together. Watching movies, playing games, hanging out with friends, giving and receiving neck and shoulder massages, all things they'd done before, but with the key difference that it was happening every night and they flirted and teased each other while they were doing it.

  Before bed, she'd get a spanking. So far, she hadn't managed to go one night without at least a swat or two, but she'd never gone to bed with more than ten. Then he'd tie her up or hold her down and pleasure them both thoroughly.

  The only thing that was bugging her, a little bit, was that they hadn't scened at Stronghold since they'd become a couple. She didn't count the under-the-desk blowjob as a scene, because he'd continued working at the time. Which had been hot, but not a scene. Distracting herself by planning a Halloween Masquerade theme night for the club only worked so much.

  They were there every night on the weekends, and for two weeks she'd spent all evening with him at the club every night that it was open, seeing their friends, watching their friends go off to scene, and then talking with them again once their scenes were over. Even Jared scened with a newly-single submissive who had been feeling too insecure to scene with a new Dom until Patrick had intervened and set her and Jared up for the night. Lexie knew that Patrick wasn't match-making, he was just trying to do what was best for the sub, and it didn't hurt if it got Jared out of the bad mood he was constantly in.

  He'd been unusually brusque with everyone except Ellie, whom he provided aftercare for on a fairly regular basis. Lexie hadn't known, until she started spending so much time at the club with Patrick, that Ellie rarely allowed any of the Doms she scened with to provide any aftercare for her. Either Jared was there for her, to cuddle and give her water, or she went without and took care of herself. Andrew was the only Dom that ever gave her aftercare after a scene, and when Lexie asked him, he said it was because he refused to scene with her unless she agreed to it. He was fairly certain the only reason she did agree was because she knew he wasn't interested in a relationship and that he just didn’t want to give up his aftercare time.

  Lexie could see the reasoning. Aftercare was, in some ways, much more emotionally intimate than a scene. Cutting away from a Dom after a scene, rather than allowing him to continue to care for her, sent a pretty clear signal that nothing more was going to happen.

  There were all sorts of things Lexie was learning from watching people at the club. Ellie was probably the most interesting, because of her complicated relationships with the Doms. Not to mention the fact that whenever Master Michael was around, she was nowhere to be seen, but once he'd chosen a submissive to play with, Ellie would pop back up in the Lounge. Which, confused Lexie to no end, because she actually saw Ellie watching Master Michael a few times, and the emotion she saw on Ellie's face could only be described as longing. Whereas Master Michael often watched Ellie's scenes with a completely blank look on his face... and he watched a lot.

  Watching Andrew made her want to kick him. He really was kind of a man whore, and even though he was clear and honest about his lack of interest in any kind of relationship - including his lack of interest in a club contract - some of the submissives he played with definitely had feelings for him. Feelings that were constantly getting hurt as he rotated through them. The only submissive he showed any preference for was Ellie, because she was so clearly on the same page as him. But it didn't seem to bother him to scene with subs that obviously had feelings for him, and then basically ignore them the next day. It was a side of him that she didn't really like. At all.

  Mistress Lisa seemed to be interested in Freddy as more than just a club playmate. At least, that's what Lexie thought. She hoped they got together, she knew Mistress Lisa could give him everything he needed, and he was such a sweetheart. He deserved a demanding Domme at whose feet he'd be happy to worship.

  There was definitely something going on between Master Will, who sometimes worked at the front door, and a submissive named Gina. She'd heard that they were playing together a lot, but to her it looked like more than a club relationship. Romance was in the air!

  Now if only she could figure out what to do about Leigh... she hadn't come back to Stronghold again, although she'd promised to be there for the Halloween party. Angel was worried that Leigh and Michael were talking again. Just as friends, according to Leigh, but still. It was like Michael was a spider, and he'd coax Leigh to the outer edges of his web, and then before she knew it, she'd be stuck again, struggling to free herself. Talk about frustrating.

  What Leigh needed was a really good rebound.

  "What are you doing?" Patrick's voice, filled with amusement, splintered her musings.

  Startled, she looked up at him. She was currently sitting across his desk from him, curled up in one of his chairs - for once not on display - while he did his paperwork.

  "Reading," she said, holding up the book she was holding. She was re-reading Harry Potter, because Angel had been bugging her to make the Halloween party a Harry Potter themed party, and she was thinking about doing it for next year instead. It felt a little strange, but also really good, to be thinking so far in advance when it came to the club. Even though she and Patrick had only been official for a few weeks now, she felt good about making plans that far in advance.

  "No you weren't," Patrick said, tapping his pen on the pile of papers in front of him. "You haven't turned a page in ten minutes."

  She made a face at him. "Okay, I was just thinking."

  "About what?"

  "Lots of things. People at the club. Our friends. Leigh. Wondering if we're ever going to do another scene at the club."

  "Do you want to?" The genuine curiosity in his voice surprised her. Had she somehow indicated that she wouldn't?

  "Yes. I like coming here and spending time with you, but I feel a little left out when our friends all go off to scene and we don't."

  A little line appeared across his brow as it furrowed slightly. "Is that the only reason?"

  Lexie blew out a breath. It seemed like he wanted something more from her answer, but she wasn't sure what. "We're at the club, surrounded by sex. I get horny. I liked scening here."

  "What about scening at home?"

  "I like that too. Obviously." A silly grin spread across her face, one that she was unable to stop, but it didn't matter because he was looking at her in much the same way. Only on him, the grin looked even sillier because he usually stayed so serious, even if she did manage to make him smile a lot more than he'd used to. "I don't know. I kind of miss scening here. It's more intimate at home, but there's something really exciting about scening here where you can hear everyone else."

  His eyes glinted, and Lexie realized that something about their conversation was turning him on. Heat curled between her legs immediately, a reaction to the spark of interest she saw. Basically, it turned her on that he was turned on.

  "And see everyone else?" he asked, teasing. "Don't think I haven't noticed you watching."

  A blush pinked her cheeks. Yeah, she'd been watching. Not just the relationships between people, but also the scenes themselves. Even though she wanted to kick Andrew for the way he treated the subs he played with, she'd found herself fascinated by a lot of his scenes. He didn't completely avoid the theme rooms, but he always left the doors and windows open, inviting people to watch. She assumed it was more because he wanted to erase any illusion of intimacy between him and whomever he was playing with for the night, rather than any interest in exhibitionism. However, she had discovered that she was an unabashed voyeur. There were plenty of times that she got highly aroused watching things that she would never actually want done to her, but she was turned on seeing the participants' enjoying themselves.

  "Yes, and seeing everyone else." She squirmed a little, internally, at the confession. Even though she knew Patrick didn’t judge her, she still felt a little embarrassed. Sometimes it was hard admitting what turned her on, eve
n to someone else who was kinky. Maybe especially because she knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to use that knowledge.

  Patrick's pen tapped a little faster, and she could see him turning over her admissions in his head. Thinking. Analyzing. Planning. Which just turned her on more, knowing that he was already thinking about what dirty, depraved things he could do to her in the club.

  "I'd prefer to keep our scenes between us," he said finally, and her heart sank a little, before gliding back up as he continued. "Would you be satisfied with confining our scenes to the theme rooms, the way we did your training scenes?"

  The formal way he asked made her smile. It was like he was re-wording the contract between them in his head, revising it for this new request from her. She tried to adjust her smile, because she couldn't help but think he was being cute and she didn't want him to get prissy because of it.

  "I'd like that," she said, honestly. Especially when she considered the fact that if they did scenes in the Dungeon that involved sex, everyone else in the club would get to see Patrick in all his glory. She much preferred keeping that glory to herself, thank you very much. "In fact, I think I'd prefer that."

  The little glance that she got in return let her know that he'd picked up on the jealousy that had infected her when she thought about the other women in the club getting to see him. Yeah well... it's not like she cared if he knew she was possessive.

  "Tomorrow."

  "What?"

  "We'll scene here at the club tomorrow," he said, with every evidence of satisfaction. Lexie's pussy clenched. She batted her eyes flirtatiously at him.

  "What about tonight?"

  Patrick shook his head. "I need time to plan what I want to do. Besides," he gestured at the work on his desk, "I need to finish all of this if we're going to scene tomorrow."

  Lexie put down her book completely. "I could help."

  She had no idea what he was doing, but she was willing to do whatever she needed to get a little pleasure tonight. The sooner the better. Thinking about scening at the club had her all hot and bothered. Something he probably already knew, since she was currently topless and her nipples were standing at attention.

  "No. I'll take care of this, you finish your book." A little smile crossed his lips, his dark eyes gleaming.

  The asshole knew she was turned on, and he'd decided that he wanted to keep her that way. Make her wait for her pleasure. Which, of course, just made her more turned on. It was a cruel, cruel cycle. Underneath her short skirt, her pussy was already wet and ready to go. She squeezed her thighs together. Of course, he caught the movement, small as it was.

  "Feet up on my desk, spread well apart." The stern command whipped out, brooking no room for argument.

  She made a frustrated noise as she obeyed, leaning back in the chair so that she could get into position. The rising heat in his eyes meant nothing, she already knew that he wasn't going to give in to her. No, he was just going to make her expose herself, so he could enjoy seeing the evidence of her arousal, without actually doing anything to quench it.

  "Good girl."

  As he bent his head back over his paperwork, she considered throwing her book at him. It was a paperback, so it wouldn't really hurt. And it would certainly get his attention. Just not in the way she wanted. Sometimes she liked to think about the bad things she could do and the way he'd punish her if she did it. For throwing a book at his head to try and provoke a reaction... chances were she'd get a hefty spanking, maybe even a paddling, and then put right back in the position she was right now, but worse. Because her bottom would be red and hot again the seat, she'd be three times as aroused, and he still wouldn't let her cum.

  Sighing she settled herself into the seat, opening her book back up and trying to focus on it. Maybe if she was good, she'd get a reward when they got home.

  ******

  Tonight was going to be special.

  Not just because it was their first time in the club since Lexie had become his, and definitely not because she was snapping mad and sexually frustrated. Last night he'd taken her home and, for the first time, had put them both to bed with nothing more than some cuddling. It had taken a while for his restless Pixie to fall asleep, because she'd been turned on the entire time they'd been at Stronghold and then frustrated with him for not sating her when they got home.

  But he wanted her on edge. He liked seeing her trying to work through her frustration, to hold back the bratty sass that wanted to spill out of her mouth, so that she could get a reward for being a good girl. Watching that struggle made his dominant side both amused and aroused.

  This morning he'd woken up to a fucking fantastic blowjob. She was always awake before him, because she got up early during the week, and this time she'd managed to get her mouth around his cock while he was still in deep sleep. Waking up to the feel of her tongue fluttering along the length of his cock, her lips wrapped around his shaft, had been mind-blowing. He hadn't been able to think, he'd been so caught up in just feeling, with his hands on the back of her head, thrusting up between her lips, until he'd had a draining orgasm while she'd sucked him dry.

  To her extreme annoyance, afterwards, he'd cuddled her, showered with her, and then set her to work cleaning his apartment while he went out shopping. There was a particular order that he'd put in over a week ago to pick up, which was the big thing, along with a few other items. Despite his morning blow job, he ended up with a hard-on for most of the afternoon while he plotted out exactly what he was going to do with his lovely Lexie tonight.

  When he'd gotten home, his condo had been spotless, and his sweet, naked submissive had been seething. She'd made dinner for him, smiled at him, and didn't even sass him, but he could see it in her eyes. Waiting for her pleasure was making her more than cranky. It was also making her better behaved than ever.

  She could have disobeyed him and played with herself while he was gone. Gotten herself off. Found her own relief, despite knowing she’d be punished for it. But she hadn't, despite how frustrated it made her, despite how pissed she got at him.

  Which made him want to take her back into his bedroom and fuck her senseless. She was so fucking perfect for him. But he'd gotten a rigid grasp on his control and made both of them wait. It would be worth it. After dinner, Lexie had cleaned up the dishes while he'd gone to the bedroom to lay out everything he wanted her to wear tonight.

  "Lexie? Come in here when you're done," he called, looking at the array on the bed, well pleased with himself.

  It didn't surprise him when she appeared in the doorway mere seconds later. Naked. There was a sultry smile on her lips and fire in her eyes, daring him to keep her waiting.

  "Come here, Pixie, let's get you ready for the club."

  Despite her impatience with him, pure pleasure lit up her face as she came into the room. She was eager to go to the club. Even if she hadn't been waiting the past twenty-four hours for an orgasm, he knew she would still have been eager. It pleased him that she wanted to play at the club. If she'd truly wanted to engage in some exhibitionism, he would have put aside his possessiveness, but it pleased him even more that she was perfectly happy in the theme rooms. In fact, he'd picked up on a little bit of possessive jealousy at the idea of scening out in the main part of the Dungeon. Which also pleased him.

  ******

  Sucking in her breath, Lexie shivered a bit as Patrick tightened the waist cincher even more. She knew it was one of the things he'd picked up today when he was out. It was obviously one of Angel's creations, done in black and silver silk which was decorated with tiny, blue embroidered flowers. She'd admired the fabric before, when she'd been at Angel's house, so that's how she knew. That, and the cincher was perfectly fitted to her, settling in between her hips and breasts, cupping but not pressing against the soft mounds of flesh, leaving them completely on display.

  The press of the cincher around her was like being held tightly by Patrick's arms, so tight that she couldn't breathe too deeply, and yet she didn't want to
be let go either. It made her feel safe. Loved. Especially because he'd picked it out for her.

  There were three boxes laid out on the bed next to where the corset had been, all of them slightly different sizes. She couldn't even begin to guess what he might have inside of them.

  As his hand caressed her bottom, she drew in a quick breath as heat and arousal surged. She was so freaking horny... had been so freaking horny all day in fact. He was driving her absolutely nuts, and at the same time, she loved it. The swollen throbbing between her legs while she'd cleaned his condo this afternoon had excited her even as she'd wanted to kill him for leaving her so needy. She'd liked being wet for him all day, thinking about him all day, wondering what they were going to do at the club tonight. It had driven her crazy too, but there was no denying that she'd craved it as well.

  If he'd actually given in and gotten her off before they went to the club, it wouldn't have been nearly as exciting.

  "Bend over and put your elbows on the bed." His fingers slid inwards, to the crease of her buttocks, and then down to the sensitive little hole nestled between her cheeks. Beneath it, her pussy was leaking like a sieve.

  His fingers left her, and she heard the familiar snapping sound of the lube bottle being opened. Seconds later, a cool slick finger was pushing its way into her anus, and she moaned. Patrick played with her ass often, and she had started to love it. She even liked wearing the plug when she wasn't around him, or he wasn't home, and feeling that back entrance stretched around something. Although, she now wore a larger one, which stayed inside of her easier than the smaller one she'd originally requested. She was determined not to have another embarrassing moment of losing it.