by Golden Angel
Next to him, Hilary shifted, and he glanced down to see her tugging on the hem of her skirt. Again. He'd bought her an extremely skimpy nurse outfit for their role play tonight, a fantasy that he'd been wanting to fulfill, and she looked incredible, but she wasn't entirely happy with the skirt. Although she wore short skirts to Stronghold all the time, this one was even shorter than usual, it was so tight it looked like it had been painted on, and Liam had made sure to do a panties check before they left the house. He'd stripped off the flimsy white thong she'd been wearing and made her leave it behind.
The skirt was so short that it had ridden up practically to her hips on the way over, which meant that he'd been driving with a raging hard on at the way she'd been blushing and covering her mound in the seat next to him. Now she was obviously extremely nervous that the skirt was going to ride up again. Liam didn't particularly like sharing any part of Hilary, including allowing others to see the private parts of her body, but he did enjoy the way she squirmed and blushed as she worried that something might show.
Unfortunately, he was immediately distracted from his hot little honey-girl almost as soon as they walked into the lobby, because Lexie was there and obviously flirting with the guy that was leaning against her desk. The guy was a Dom, that was obvious, but not one that Liam recognized immediately. Then again, he hadn't been paying attention to the new Doms for a while. Lexie was wearing a bright blue mesh shirt with a black bra underneath, fortunately covering more of her breasts than she had been a month ago, and she was leaning forward to give the man an eyeful of the small amount of cleavage she had. Her big blue eyes were inviting the Dom to keep on flirting as she smiled up at him. Liam glanced over at the door where Jared was standing, heavy arms crossed over his chest and scowling as he watched Lexie and the guy flirt. At least she had someone watching over her.
Jared looked over, caught Liam's eye and then glanced at the door to Patrick's office, giving Liam a tiny nod. The big boss had been informed.
As if on cue, the door to Patrick's office opened. It was like a storm, rushing into the lobby, with all the subtlety and finesse of a thundercloud. Lexie had tensed the moment the door had opened, the Dom at her desk straightened warily as Patrick's fierce gaze landed on him. Even Liam felt like flinching back a bit; Hilary almost tripped, her body snugging against his as she stumbled over her own feet at the expression on Patrick's face.
"Out." The snarl that accompanied the command was worthy of a lion on the savanna, protecting his pride. It definitely made the flirtatious Dom step back and Lexie seemed to shrink into her seat a bit, before stiffening her backbone and turning to glare at Patrick.
Next to Liam, Hilary started to step forward. Even though he knew she just wanted to protect her friend from Patrick's wrath, Liam pulled her back against him, tucking his arm around her like an iron bar across her waist. She twisted to look up at him.
"Let me go, Lexie needs me" she whispered, poking at his arm.
"No she doesn't, stay out of it." His voice was low, but authoritative, his Dom voice that he used whenever they were scening. If she didn't stay out of whatever was going on between Patrick and Lexie, they would be doing a very different scene tonight than what he'd originally planned. Friendship loyalty was all well and good, but there were some things friends didn't interfere in. The back and forth non-relationship between Lexie and Patrick definitely qualified, especially here in Stronghold. Patrick owned the damned place. Plus, if Hilary interfered, Patrick would righty take Liam to task for not controlling his submissive in the club.
The flirtatious Dom held his hands up in a placating gesture. "I was just talking to her, man."
"Out," Patrick snarled again. "Either into the club or out of the club, but out of this room. Now."
Lexie made a face as the Dom backed away and headed into the club, not giving her a second glance. He also had to dodge Jared's glare as he went by.
Swiveling in her chair, she turned and faced Patrick, so that Liam and Hilary could only see the back of her head.
"Thank you, Master Mold." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Who?" The frustrated fury on Patrick's face tumbled into confusion. Obviously not exactly the response he'd been expecting from Lexie.
"Master Mold... creator and leader of the Sentinels..." She shook her head in disgust. "X-men... ringing any bells here?"
"You know I'm more of a Batman kind of guy."
Liam could practically feel Lexie rolling her eyes, even though he couldn't see it. She flipped back around in her chair. "Whatever."
Leaving Patrick standing there staring down at the back of her head as she smiled across the room at Hilary and Liam. "Hey guys, nice to see you!"
The chipper happiness in her voice was completely at odds with the way she'd just handled Patrick, and Liam could tell that the big guy didn't like it. He looked almost awkward, standing behind her with his fists clenched, trying to figure out what had just happened. Honestly, Liam was right with him. He'd been expecting some kind of blow-up from Lexie, not a brush off.
Hilary slipped out of his arm and bounded forward, greeting Lexie just as cheerfully and the two immediately began chatting about Hilary's outfit. Scowling, Patrick opened his mouth and then closed it. There really wasn't much he could do, unless he was going to tell Lexie off for flirting with the Dom. Which would definitely start a blow-up fight, in the middle of the lobby, on one of the busiest nights of the week. Not exactly what Patrick would want. He was lucky that Jared, Liam and Hilary were the only ones in the room when he’d come barreling in.
In fact, Liam was surprised that Patrick had lost as much control as he had. Obviously Lexie was really starting to get to him. If they were anyone else, he would think that they should just have sex and be done with it, but things between them were way too complicated for that to ever be an acceptable solution. There was no being done with it when she was Patrick's best friend's little sister.
Coming up behind Hilary, he put his hand on the small of her back, giving Patrick a sympathetic look. Clenching his jaw in frustration, Patrick gave Liam an acknowledging nod and then swiveled on his foot, stomping back into his office and slamming the door shut behind him. Both of the girls flinched, although Lexie did her best to hide it.
"So, we're in the medical room tonight," he said, passing over his bag, as if nothing had just happened. The best strategy was probably ignoring it. This was definitely not something he was going to butt into.
"Yeah I know," Lexie said, sighing heavily. "I have plenty of time up here at the desk to go over the schedule as often as I want."
"Has he said how long he's going to keep you up here?" Hilary asked.
Lexie smirked. "He said until he stops finding pink glitter in his office."
"You're lucky he didn't do something worse," Liam admonished. Patrick had not been amused when he'd been covered in a shower of pink glitter, set up over his door by Lexie and Angel. His solution for Lexie's punishment had been to make her work up at the desk every shift she could, which kept her off the main floor of the club where she actually wanted to be, and also made it easier for him to keep an eye on her.
"Like what, spank me?" The way Lexie said it, emphasized that fact that she would be completely okay with such a punishment. It made Liam feel incredibly uncomfortable. It was one thing to have her grow up as quickly as she did, to see her actively trying to prod one of their group into a D/s sexual relationship made his head hurt.
"Something like that," he muttered. "So, behave. We'll see you later."
He practically dragged Hilary away from the desk as she called out a goodbye to Lexie. While he understood that Lexie's desire to try out BDSM didn't bother the girlfriends, it's not like they'd known her when she was just a young, impressionable teenager. It definitely bothered all of the men. Especially since it was becoming increasingly obvious that she wanted Patrick to be the one to show her the ropes. Literally.
Had their friendship somehow influenced her? Or had sh
e always had a crush on Patrick, and had that influenced her? Would she even be interested in BDSM if it wasn't for them?
These were the kinds of questions that he knew haunted the big guy. Because if the answer to any of those questions was yes, it would be entirely unethical to scene with her. It would be taking advantage of a young, impressionable woman, as opposed to scening with someone who had discovered her interest on her own and sought out a way to explore it. Like Hilary had.
"You all need to get over Lexie wanting to scene," Hilary groused as he led her into the main room of the club. "One of these days she's going to, and then what are you all going to do?"
"Not watch," he said dryly. Hilary's arm twitched, as if she wanted to elbow him in the ribs, but she was too well behaved to do any such thing once they'd crossed the threshold of the club. It made his cock stir just to feel her repress that urge, his mind quickly moving away from Lexie and onto his sweet honey-girl and their upcoming scene.
Andrew was behind the bar and Olivia was over in the lounge area, talking to what looked like a new male submissive. Fairly well muscled, he had his head tilted back almost defiantly as he answered her. Olivia was going to enjoy whipping him, Liam was sure.
Grinning, he led Hilary over to the bar, chatting with Andrew, Mistress Lisa and some of the other Doms who were there while they waited for their time in the medical room. Glancing back over at the Lounge, both Olivia and the sub she'd been talking to had already disappeared - probably down to the Dungeon - he saw the Dom that Lexie had been flirting with. He was talking to a slim, short submissive with short brown hair in a pixie cut. Apparently he had a type and Lexie was it; no wonder he'd gotten held up flirting with her at the front desk. Although it probably wouldn't happen again.
"So when are you going to leave this loser and let me show you how a real man handles a whip?" Andrew's question had Liam's head whipping back around again, scowling.
"Don't even think about putting a mark on all this gorgeous skin," he said, pulling Hilary tightly back against him as she giggled. Mistress Lisa rolled her eyes. She was definitely not the type to appreciate anyone trying to poach on her submissives, jokingly or not, and she really didn't understand the dynamics within Liam's group of friends sometimes.
"But all that gorgeous skin would look so much prettier with a few marks on it," Andrew crooned, leaning against the bar and showing off his arm muscles. He winked at Hilary, who giggled again. "You look so pretty in pink, Hil."
"You're so bad," she teased, scolding him, even as her fingers caressed Liam's arm around her waist in reassurance. Not that he really needed it. "You know you're too much for me to handle."
Looking smug, Andrew straightened, holding his arms out to either side of him and flexing. "You hear that Liam? I'm too much man for your girl and she knows it."
"That is definitely not what she said."
Now Hilary was outright laughing. She shook her head, and Liam had a moment to wish that he'd left her hair down so that it danced around her face like it normally did, but he'd had her put it up so that she looked every inch the nurse. Of course, all he would have to do was pull out the one long stick that she'd twisted into it that was holding it up, but he was planning on doing that during their scene.
"I'm like Goldilocks, and Liam's bed is juuuuuuuuuust right," Hilary said, her eyes sparkling as she twisted her head around to kiss the underside of Liam's jaw. "Not too hard, not too soft. Just like his spankings."
"Hear that, Overkill?" Liam asked smugly.
Mistress Lisa laughed as she pushed her glass back to Andrew, who was looking at Hilary with a crestfallen expression on his face. He pouted at the Domme. "Did you hear that Mistress Lisa? He called me Overkill... I must be a terrible Dom, I think I'll have to switch sides. Maybe I can sub for you."
Giving him a wicked smile, her eyes lighting up from behind, Mistress Lisa leaned forward and Andrew actually took a startled step back. "Any time, little boy."
"Kidding! I was kidding, can't you take a joke?" he asked, retreating towards the other side of the bar where Erin was serving drinks. "Erin, trade places with me! I'm being treated horribly over here!"
Raucous laughter up and down the bar followed him. Liam had noticed Andrew becoming more silly and playful lately. It was definitely something the whole group was quietly supportive of. There had been a bit of lingering darkness inside the man for years, but it seemed like maybe he was finally really starting to heal. Maybe because he saw his friends making their kinky relationships work, or maybe because it was finally just time. But Liam was definitely enjoying it, and if flirting with Hilary made Andrew feel good, he wasn't going to put up any barriers to that.
Of course, if Andrew actually tried to touch her, that would be an entirely different story.
She tapped his arm with her finger, gently but insistently. "It's time for your appointment, Mr. Brock."
Liam glanced up at the clock, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Why Nurse Hilary, I do believe you're right. Lead the way."
Already giggling again, especially because she was actually getting to take the lead on this scene a bit, Hilary turned and started walking towards the stairs. Of course, she was tugging on the hem of her skirt every few steps as the material start to work its way up her gorgeous body. Liam grinned, watching her rounded ass swaying, the hem slipping upwards and nearly revealing the underside of her bottom before she would tug it down again. He wasn't the only watching her move, but he was the only she was going to play with. For the rest of their lives, if he had anything to say about it.
Opening the door to the medical room, Hilary pressed her back against it so that he could pass in front of her before she closed it behind them.
"Sit down on the table Mr. Brock," she said, briskly, obviously enjoying the minor bit of control that she had for the moment. Liam had briefly thought about playing nurse and doctor, but then he'd decided that this would be more fun. She was definitely already getting into it.
Obediently, he went over to the table and lifted himself onto it, legs hanging off the sides so that he could watch her. Tugging on her skirt again, she picked up a stethoscope off of the counter. Turning around, she gave him a smile that was supposed to be professional, but the eager anticipation in her eyes made it anything but.
"Could you take off your shirt, Mr. Brock? I need to listen to your breathing."
"Oh, I think I can do that for you sweetheart," he said, leering at her. If he ever looked at a real nurse this way he'd be slapped with a harassment lawsuit, if not the woman's hand, but here in Stronghold it was just good fun. Plus, the look that he got back from Hilary once he dropped his shirt on the floor was just as filled with sexual interest and intent. She did love ogling his body.
"Hey!" The stethoscope was freezing and he scowled at her. "That's cold."
Hilary smirked. "Oops, sorry Mr. Brock." Taking it off of his skin, she held it in her hands to warm the metal. She was going to pay for that later; he knew she'd done it on purpose.
"I thought nurses were supposed to take care of their patient's comfort," he said, as she placed the warmed instrument back on his chest.
"Trust me, Mr. Brock, I'm very concerned about taking care of you." She gave him a sexy smile as she pressed the stethoscope to the other side of his chest, leaning forward to give him a good look at her cleavage as she did so. The round metal rubbed against his skin, in a way that would never be approved medically, and slid down to his nipple, making the little bud tighten.
As she did so, Hilary kept shooting him little looks from underneath her lashes, and he realized that she was waiting for him to jump in and take control of the scene away from her. She didn't know when it was going to happen, and it was making her into one anxious little role-playing submissive. Hiding a grin, Liam decided to make her wait a little longer, wondering what she would do with her moment of power.
Hanging the scope around her neck, she picked up his wrist and placed her slim fingers against it. "Your
pulse seems to be a little fast... are you having trouble relaxing?"
"Just a bit," he said with an easy grin, his eyes flitting down to her skirt, which was already starting to ride up again.
"Completely understandable," she said, her eyes filled with false sympathy. "A lot of our patients are nervous about the new rectal thermometers."
Oh hell no.
Liam knew that there was no way Hilary actually thought he would let her go that far. On the other hand, it was always fun to mess with her head a little bit.
"Well then, we should probably get that part over with right away," he said. Hilary's eyes got bigger than he'd ever seen them before - and that was saying something, since she naturally had a bit of a doe-eyed look about her. He grinned at her. "But I think I'm going to need a demonstration to help calm my nerves."
******
Hilary blinked. A demonstration? Granted, she'd been teasing him, because she’d heard Olivia make mention of rectal thermometers after she’d done a scene in here, but Hilary hadn’t actually expected him to want to go through with it.
"Um... exactly what would you like me to demonstrate?" she asked, hesitantly. The hot gaze of his eyes made her feel squirmy, but squirming just made her dress start to slide right back up her legs, which didn't help her situation.
"The rectal thermometers. I think you should show me how they work. There should be one in that bag over there, right?"
Oh my god… he’d actually brought his own. That thought made her want to smack her head. Of course he’d brought his own. He was always prepared. Feeling breathless, because she seriously doubted that the demonstration was going to be done on him, she obediently went over to the bag. Even taking small steps and constantly tugging on her skirt as she walked, she was unzipping and looking through the bag only seconds later.
