Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (24 page)

"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 rosebud 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.