by Golden Angel
Heat and muscle slumped over her as hands caressed her, pressing against her back and her backside. Inside of her, she could feel her ass spasming around a slowly softening cock, squeezing every last drop from its sated length. She trembled, even though there was no possible way for her to be cold with Patrick's body wrapped over hers, his lips pressing against her shoulder blades. The tremors shaking through her were an after effect of all the endorphins, the intensity of the connection she'd just experienced.
"My Lexie. My Pixie. Mine." The self-satisfied tones of her Dom and boyfriend were what finally brought her back to reality as he sprinkled kisses across her shoulders and upper back, repeating his words like a possessive little mantra as he did so.
******
Patrick had never been into branding, but with Lexie he was starting to think he could be. Seeing the collar around her neck, he kissed and licked her upper back just beneath it, enjoying the feeling of her body, limp and sated under his. He was careful not to put his full weight on her, but he was too reluctant to pull himself from the warmth of her body immediately.
It wasn't until she started to stir, squirming a little bit as her ass squeezed, trying to force him out, that he finally, reluctantly, moved away. A sleepy, sated Lexie rested on the bench while he gently cleaned her of their combined juices with a warm, damp towel. Undoing the waist cincher, he rubbed her skin where the boning had dug in, reddening it slightly, and she sighed with happiness. Picking her slight weight up in his arms, he transferred them over to the bed, cuddling her against his shoulder.
Alarm sparked through him when he laid them down together and realized that tears were running down her cheeks.
"Lexie? Sweetheart? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Anxiety threaded through him, he thought he'd been so careful, and he'd never forgive himself if he'd fucked up.
"No, you didn't hurt me," she said in a watery voice, shaking her head. She seemed almost surprised by the question, and even more surprised when she put her hand to her cheek and her fingers came away wet. "I don't even know why I'm crying. That was wonderful."
Sub-drop. Duh. He was an idiot sometimes. After a scene that intense, when she'd given over so much of her trust to him, he should have expected it. His own emotions were a bit off-kilter too, which was the only reason he hadn't immediately realized what was wrong.
Fortunately, he had chocolate and water bottles in one of the nightstands, and he cradled his little Pixie while feeding her bites of chocolate from his fingers and making her take sips of water in between. Aftercare had always given him pleasure, because he was the type of Dom who found satisfaction in caring for his submissive in every way, but with Lexie it was just as good as the sex. Just in a different way.
Eyes still a bit watery, Lexie looked up at him, putting her hand on his wrist to hold him back for a moment. The chocolate hovered a few inches away from her lips. "Thank you for taking care of me..." She hesitated for just a moment, looking angelically beautiful and impossibly vulnerable. "I love you."
Happiness, tenderness, warmth... salvation. That's what Lexie was. His salvation. His joy. His future.
"I love you too," he murmured, lowering his lips to her forehead, hugging her closer, tighter. It would never be close enough, never tight enough, but he'd do his best. "And I will always take care of you. Always."
Epilogue
Watching with amusement as Lexie stroked her collar again, Leigh had to stifle her own feelings of envy as Patrick came up behind the young woman, a look of complete adoration on his face. She'd always been kind of intimidated by Patrick, but seeing him with Lexie... well, she was finally getting to see a softer side, that was for sure. It was hard to stay scared of a man who looked at a woman like that.
It was also really hard not to be envious of that woman.
Especially because, at one point in her life, Leigh had had a man who looked at her like that. At least, she thought she had. Sometimes she wondered if she just sucked at reading people. Or maybe it was because Michael had only looked at her like that as long as she was fitting into his neat little box that he'd made for her. The one that he'd expected her to stay in, after removing all the parts of her that didn't fit him anymore and keeping the parts that he wanted.
Leigh hadn't done very well in that little box, but she'd tried. God, she'd tried so hard.
But it didn't matter. In the end he'd dumped her anyway.
Ugh. She needed to stop thinking about this. Especially because tonight was so not about her. Tonight was about celebrating Lexie's brother's return home. Lexie's incredibly hot brother who unfortunately did nothing for her.
Okay, that wasn't entirely true. He was too sexy and confident to have no effect on her, but she'd already decided to swear off guys. In the two months since she and Michael had broken up, she'd had a one-night stand, had a long-distance booty call with a guy she'd had a massive crush on in college but had never pursued because of Michael, and then tried actually dating. The dating thing hadn't gone so well. The guy, Brad, had been perfectly nice, but after three dates he'd already started asking her about her plans for the spring.
So not what she was looking for. She wasn't over Michael yet and Brad had obviously wanted to get serious really quickly. Although, she'd gotten the impression that he would have wanted that with any girl that he went out with... he was just that kind of guy. Sweet, nice, and kind of desperate. It didn't make her feel special that he had been so eager, it had made her feel interchangeable. They didn't know each other well enough for him to know that he'd want to go on a trip in the spring with her, which meant that any girl would do.
After the appreciative look Jake had given her when Lexie introduced him, she'd felt a spark of interest, but not enough for her to want to pursue it. Not enough for her to break her unvoiced conviction to stay away from men for a while. Which, right now, was not so easy.
Not just Jake, although he'd searched her out to "get to know her better" in between conversations with his friends. The welcome home party was also Stronghold's Halloween Masquerade, which meant there were sexy, alpha men aplenty, all around the main floor of the club. It also meant that they weren't confining their interest to the subs gathered in the Lounge area; during the Theme Nights, no one stayed in their usual areas which meant there was a lot more open flirting going on. She'd actually seen one sub being dragged off downstairs to be punished for "daring" to blatantly flirt with a Dom - by the Dom she'd been flirting with. Not that the sub had looked upset about her upcoming discipline, she'd looked thrilled.
Yeah, something else to feel a bit envious over.
Leigh had never been spanked before. She'd never done any of the kinky BDSM stuff. But she'd started reading about it and... well, let's just say, she'd spent more money on her e-reader books in the past few months than in the entire time she'd owned it. Not that she was brave enough to mention her interest to anyone. Just coming to the club and sitting in the bar with Angel and her friends was the limit of Leigh's courage. Even when the Doms came over and talked to her, she just clammed right up, too scared to give them any encouragement. What if they invited her downstairs? Or upstairs? What if they wanted to spank her?
What if she liked it?
Not thoughts she should be having. Not with Michael calling her every other day and her still picking up the phone. Being her friend. That's what he called it, although he got kind of nasty whenever she talked about any other men. They talked sometimes in the evenings and she’d learned not to say anything about other guys, after telling him about her one night stand… but she'd sat quietly through his own complaints about his lack of knowledge when it came to pursuing other women. It always stirred her jealousy, but it also made her feel a kind of vindictive satisfaction. In the entire time they'd been broken up, Michael hadn't gone on a single date, hadn't kissed another woman.
So there, asshole. There were plenty of guys who wanted her. Heck, half the reason Brad had appealed had been how badly he'd wanted her. She'd just felt ba
d because she hadn't wanted him back. Not like that.
Scanning the room, she took another sip of her drink, her eyes passing over the playful couples, the flirting singles, and the groups of friends. For a moment it felt like her eyes tripped, and then she moved them back again.
Standing against the far wall, in between the rooms to the women's and men's locker rooms, was a pirate. A really, really, really big pirate. He was huge, with big muscles and shortly-cropped hair that was less than a centimeter long. The darkness of his skin and the black pants and shirt he was wearing, along with the black hat, made him practically blend into the wall. No wonder it felt like her eyes had tripped. Like her, he looked like he was scanning the room, but unlike her, he didn't even bother to look like he was trying to participate in the festivities.
Jared.
That was his name. The only person in the Stronghold group that she hadn't met yet, although Angel had told her all about him and pointed him out when they'd finally arrived. The one who had recently gone through a break-up with his long-term, on-again-off-again girlfriend. That relationship had sounded even more tumultuous than her own.
She was moving before she even thought about it, drawn to the only other person in the room that might possibly have a clue what it was like to be so lonely in such a large crowd of wonderful people.
******
There was an angel walking towards him.
Literally, dressed in an angel costume. Although, even out of the costume, he might have had the same thought. She was beautiful in an almost unassuming way, gorgeous as only a sweet girl-next-door could be, and somehow managed to give off the impression that she was completely unaware of how she looked. The white corset, with its surprisingly modest neckline, white skirt, tights, heels and fluffy wings didn't do a whole lot to counteract the innocent thing.
He'd seen her, of course, weaving in and out of the other people at the club. Seen more than one Dom approach her, only to be turned away after a few minutes. Other than that, he hadn't paid much attention, it was just that she stood out, in all that white. Even though it was Halloween, she was, surprisingly, the only angel in the club. She was also showing the least skin of any of the women in the club.
When it became clear that she wasn't just walking towards him, she was walking to him, all of his muscles tensed.
The theme nights were good business for the club. Most of the members loved the chance to dress up and be at the club for an "event." It promoted a casual atmosphere where the Doms and subs could interact with less formality and get to know each other a little better outside of a scene. Plus, it made Lexie thrilled, which made Patrick happy.
But they were also a pain in the ass for someone like him - a single Dom who wasn't looking to get to know any of the subs better.
His break-up with Marissa still made him feel like he was battered and bruised, inside and out. Years. He'd invested years into their relationship, only to have it come out to nothing. When he'd told her that he wanted to break up, she'd accused him of cheating on her. Neglecting her. Treating her like unwanted baggage.
The worst part was, some of it was true. Not the cheating part, never that, at least not sexually, but... he did like cuddling and soothing an upset sub. He provided aftercare for a few of the submissives who either played with Doms that didn't like doing aftercare or who preferred to have aftercare from a different Dom than they'd scened with, for one reason or another. Being needed like that was something he himself needed. So no, he hadn't cheated on Marissa, but he'd been getting emotional satisfaction outside of their relationship. Yes, that was because she'd been gone so often, but... the idea of her finding that kind of satisfaction with another man had made him sick. Not that Marissa had ever required much aftercare, but that was no excuse.
The accusations about neglecting her and treating her like unwanted baggage were true too. In fact, that was why he'd broken up with her. Because he knew that he wasn't treating her the way he should treat his girlfriend, much less his submissive. He avoided her calls, procrastinated on returning her texts and emails, and felt happier when she wasn't at home, even though he thought she should be at home if they were going to make their relationship work. But he should have broken up with her weeks before he had, instead of dragging it out and making both of them even more miserable.
Her tearful, justifiable accusations had lodged in his head, and he couldn't get them out. There was no way he wanted to do anything intimate with another woman right now, not when his head was all fucked up and he still wasn't sure where he'd gone wrong or when he'd turned into such a passive asshole. The closest he'd gotten had been when Patrick had asked him to do a scene with a sweet little sub named Eileen. She'd just needed some confidence in herself and the scene hadn't had any sexual contact. In fact, he'd introduced her to another Dom right afterwards, and they were now seeing each other both inside and outside of the club. That had given him a lot of satisfaction.
Unfortunately, the theme night meant that a lot of the subs felt more comfortable flirting with the Doms, not just talking to him. He'd already chased off several, as nicely as he could, and he was starting to lose patience with it. What about leaning against the wall, in the shadows, as far on the edges of people as he could get, said "Come talk to me?" The last submissive, Christy, whom he'd taken care of after an incident with her ex-boyfriend at the club, had been particularly stubborn, and he'd had to get a little mean in order for her to get the hint. Which had resulted in her walking away, tears in her eyes, while he stood there and felt like an even bigger piece of shit.
This was why he didn't talk to people.
"Hi," said the angel, smiling up at him when she finally reached him. She was holding her drink in one hand, the other one stirring the ice with a little straw. Nervous, obviously. He didn't smile back. Hopefully she'd get the hint. "So, what are you, the club wallflower?"
It actually took an effort not to smile, just a little. Who, other than Hilary, used terms like 'wallflower' anymore? But smiling was encouragement, and he didn't want another tearful sub on his account tonight. In fact, as soon as he got rid of the little angel, he was leaving, period. He'd said hi to Jake, and there was no way to have a real conversation with the man tonight. There were too many other people here, all wanting to talk to him.
Too impatient to be nice or subtle, he went with the stark truth.
"I just got out of a seven-year relationship, and I'm not interested in flirting tonight."
"Yeah, me too, that's why I came over." The angel tilted her head at him and then held out her hand in front of her. "I'm Leigh."
Manners insisted that he take her hand and shake it, and as their fingers touched, their eyes met. Both of them were pretty hazel colors, but one was hazel brown and the other was hazel green. It wouldn't be noticeable from a distance, but up close, it was impossible to miss. His eyes swept up to her hair, a natural brown streaked with blonde, piled up onto her head. It looked like there was a lot of it.
His brain finally clicked all the information into place.
"Angel's Leigh?"
A wide smile parted her lips as she shook his hand with a strong but feminine grip, and then let it drop. "That's me. You're Jared, right?"
"Yeah." He studied her as she moved to stand next to him, leaning against the wall - carefully, in deference to the wings she was wearing.
Everyone in his group of friends talked about her. Pretty, friendly, possibly submissive according to some of them, and also recently out of a nearly seven-year relationship. Funny how that worked.
"Anyone ever tell you that you kind of look like Taye Diggs, but a lot bigger?" she asked, looking up at him. She came up to just above his shoulder. Since her heels weren't that high, he figured she'd just barely reach his shoulder without them. A nice height, since he didn't have to bend his head too far to look back at her. She had the same body type as Marissa, slim up top with a generous bottom and hips. He had to admit, it was his preferred body type. There was just
something nice about a woman who was nicely padded on the bottom, and he liked the contrast of a slimmer top. Breast size had never mattered much to him, although he could tell that Leigh wasn't nearly as well-endowed in the chest region as she was below the waist. She really was gorgeous. He'd heard the story of her break-up. What the hell had her ex been thinking? The man was either a complete idiot or blind.
"No," he said, trying to remember who Taye Diggs was.
"Oo, talkative, I like that in a man."
"I thought you said you weren't looking to flirt," he said mildly, although for some reason he didn't really mind. She didn't seem intent on flirting. That was the difference. It was teasing, but without the feel of an agenda.
"If all you're going to give me is one word answers, how else am I supposed to fill my time?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Jared found himself relaxing even further as he smiled back.
There was something breathtakingly honest about her, it was refreshing. She wasn't trying to start something with him, he realized, she just felt safe. Her body language was much more relaxed now too, far more so than it had been when she'd been talking to the Doms that had approached her. Because he'd immediately declared that he wasn't interested, she knew that it was okay to tease and flirt... no one was going to take it seriously.
For the first time, Jared started to think that he might actually have some fun tonight.
******
"Oh my god... would you look at that? He's smiling," Jessica said, sounding slightly awed as she nudged Angel with her elbow and gripped Hilary's arm with her other hand. Immediately, all of them looked to where she was.
Standing out, stark against the dark wall in all white, was Leigh. Next to her was Jared, looking down at her, talking, and - yes - actually smiling.
