Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (37 page)

Damn she was
cute.

Reaching out,
Patrick grabbed a hold of her and pulled her against him so fast that she
squeaked, a sound that he immediately muffled with his lips.  It had
actually taken him a minute to remember that he could kiss her now.  The
new world order was going to take some time to get used to.

Her lips
parted and she welcomed him into her mouth eagerly, her hands pressing against
his chest and kneading her fingers into his muscles.  Almost immediately,
his cock started to harden.  As tempting as it was to have his way with
her right here, there were some other things to get out of the way first. 

Ending the
kiss, he spun her around so that she was facing the wall and pushed her
forward.  Automatically, she threw her hands up to keep herself from
falling.  

"What-?"

"Arch
your back," he said, putting one of his hands over hers and sliding the
other down her back.  The green sweater she was wearing was warm enough
that she hadn't needed a coat, and it was soft under his hand as he made his
way down to her jean-clad butt.  Blinking up at him, her pupils dilated as
she realized what he wanted, and her back arched, her legs spread slightly to
accommodate the position.  

THUMP! 
THUMP!  THUMP!  THUMP!

The sound of
his hand coming down on fabric wasn't nearly as appealing as flesh, but it
would do for now.  

"You
should have warned me you were contacting
all
 of our friends
today.  Not to mention your parents.  I wouldn't have said not to,
but I would have appreciated a heads up."

Lexie squealed
as his hand came down particularly hard on each cheek in turn.
 "Sorry!  I didn't even think of it... how did you know I told
our friends anyway?  I didn't tell all of them, just the girls."

That made him
laugh as he landed one last swat on her upturned rear before he released her
hands from under his own.  "Well, all of the girls told their
boyfriends, who told anyone who is single, and then they all either called or
texted me."

"Oh!"
 Lexie blushed as she straightened up, one of her hands flying to cover
her mouth.  She managed to look embarrassed even while she was smiling in
amusement.  "Wow... I know you guys joke about the gossiping thing,
but... damn.  I had no idea it was that bad.  
All
 of
them?"

"Olivia
was the first to call, and then I heard from Andrew, Adam, Justin, Chris, Liam,
Rick and Jared.  In that order."

"I'm
sorry."  Something flashed in her eyes, and she moved closer to him,
putting her hands on his chest again.  "Can I make it up to
you?"

Little
seductress.  The spanking hadn't done anything but make her horny, which
was fine since he hadn't planned it as a punitive spanking anyway.  What
he was about to do now was much more in the line of discipline.

"Not
right now, come on, the pizza is in the oven to keep it warm, and I'm hungry."

That got a
little pout, but she didn't protest, even though she looked more than willing
to put off food in place of sex.  Although she was going to be
disappointed on that end tonight, if that's what she thought she was here for.
 

Patrick
settled them onto his couch with their dinners and turned on the television.
 "Normally I advocate sitting at the dining room table, but whenever
I do pizza I feel like it's better in front of the tv."

"No
arguments from me, although I was wondering," she teased, and he
grinned.  Despite the fact that Lexie had been over many times for dinner,
he was pretty sure he'd never eaten anywhere but the table with her unless
there were too many people to fit.  "I spend most of my time eating
in front of a television."

That admission
got a frown from him.  "Don't get used to doing it here."

While he
completely understood doing so at home, if she was eating alone, here he was
usually going to insist on conversation.  It was the kind of thing he saw
as an occasional treat, but not something to be done every day.

Lexie rolled
her eyes.  "Yes, Sir."

"You're
going to have to work on your respect," he said mildly.

"Yes,
Sir," she sassed back, although she didn't roll her eyes this time. 
A small smile curved his lips as he reached out with one arm to yank her into
him, settling her in the crook of his arm.  After a bit of debate, they
settled on watching the third
Expendables
movie.  He'd wanted
action, Lexie had wanted comedy, and the movie was over the top ridiculous, so
it satisfied both of them.

Once she was
done eating, however, Lexie became a bit of a problem.  Not anything
overt, but she was definitely trying to get his attention in a sexual
way.  Her fingers caressed his knee.  She shifted so that his hand
over her shoulder came close to touching her breast.  The fingers on his
leg made their way slowly up his thigh, still caressing. 

Firmly,
Patrick reached down and slid his fingers through hers, stopping their quest.
 

"Pay
attention to the movie, Pixie," he murmured into her hair, giving her hand
a squeeze.

"Or
what?" she asked.  He wasn't sure if she was being a brat on purpose,
or if she was just truly curious.  Pushing the boundaries a bit was to be
expected, especially for Lexie who was used to getting her own way.  She
was the kind of submissive who was just dying for someone to tell her no, often
and firmly.

"Or I'll
pause it, turn you over my knee, spank you, and
then
 we'll finish
watching the movie.  Or you can just finish watching it and get a
reward."

He
smiled.  Even though he couldn't see her expression, he could practically
sense the gears turning in her head as she decided what she wanted to do. 
Part of her would want to keep up her current behavior, just because he'd told
her not to, but a spanking without any pleasure afterwards would just leave her
hot and bothered, and she knew that.  However, curiosity over what she'd
get as a reward for good behavior should tempt her.

After a minute
of contemplation, she relaxed against him, and he knew that she'd chosen to
behave. 

"Good
girl," he said, running his thumb over the soft skin of her hand. 
Even though he trusted her to behave herself now, he found he still liked
holding her hand.  There was no pressing reason to relinquish it. 
Lexie made a soft, happy sound at the accolade and snuggled even more closely
into him.  Resting one hand on the back of her neck, he started to massage
her neck and shoulders, and she automatically relaxed even more into him.  This
was something that he’d always liked doing for her, partly because she always
became soft and sweet when she was relaxed.

In some ways,
she could be controlled merely through her desire to please, which seemed at
odds with her contrariness, but that's what he liked about her.  She had
both facets, in full measure.  Truly disappointing him would cut her, but
she'd make him work for her submission as well.  There was nothing easy or
simple about his Pixie.

Just having
her curled up with him and watching a movie was a pleasure in and of
itself.  Did he want to fool around on the couch?  Fuck yes he
did.  But he also wanted her to know that this wasn't just about
sex.  They'd been friends for so long, he wanted to make sure they built a
romantic relationship apart from the sex, rather than just adding sex to the
status quo.  Plus, he couldn't stop himself from exerting his dominance in
all aspects, which meant that he decided when they had sex, not her.

Not that he
wouldn't occasionally let her seduce him, but it would be up to him, not her.

That would
have to come after she read the contract.  Which, to her obvious dismay,
was the reward he presented her with when the movie was over.

Narrowing her
eyes at him, she pursed her mouth into a little moue.  "I think we
need to work on your definition of 'reward.'"

He
chuckled.  Sassy brat.  Handing her a pen, he leaned down and gave
her a kiss, letting it linger a bit longer than he'd originally intended, just
because he liked kissing her so damn much.  Every kiss seemed special,
exciting, because it had been taboo for so long.  Each one was something
to be tasted and savored.

"Read
through it - thoroughly - and sign it, and I'll be able to give you a much more
satisfactory reward," he said, picking up the dishes they'd eaten their
pizza on.  Lexie sighed and nodded, and he paused, giving her a stern
look.  "I mean it, Lex, go through it thoroughly.  Use the pen
to mark anywhere you have a question or a problem or you'd like to negotiate
something different.  I seriously doubt you'll be content with the entire
thing, but if you just say okay and sign it, I will hold you to it."

"Yes,
Sir," she said, with a touch of wariness and quite a bit more respect than
the last two times she'd said it.  Now she was looking at the contract
like it might jump up and bite her, and he had to stifle another chuckle.

Retreating to
the kitchen to do the dishes killed two birds with one stone; he wasn't the
type to leave food or dishes out overnight, plus it gave Lexie the chance to
look at the contract without him looming over her.

******

Good grief,
how many pages was this thing?  Lexie had seen some of the standard
contracts that the patrons of Stronghold used, but this one was way
longer.  Then again, she was pretty sure that the contracts she'd seen had
only
 pertained to behavior inside the club and weren't used outside
of it.  Just by glancing through the pages, she could see that this
contract was for a relationship, not just for club conduct. 

Holy shit.

When Patrick
had said he was serious about her, he'd really meant it.  He wouldn't have
given her something like this otherwise.  Her heart did a little tap dance
of happiness inside of her chest, and it was hard not to jump around and squeal
with all the joy that was bubbling up inside of her.  

Part of her
was tempted to just sign it and live up to whatever he'd written down. 
She knew that he'd never include anything that would hurt or injure her, and
she wanted to prove to him that she could do anything he'd put into the
contract.  On the other hand, that was a stupid, immature thought, and she
knew what a controlling bastard he was.  She wouldn't put it past him to
have included some seriously ridiculous shit that he would hold her to if she
didn't read it carefully.  Nothing malicious, just super-controlling. 
The other Stronghold girls hadn't signed contracts like this, but that was
because they kept the BDSM stuff to the bedroom.  She knew that Jessica
and Angel both had club contracts, which were only enforced when they were
actually at Stronghold.

One look at
the first page of the contract in her hand and it was obvious Patrick truly did
intend for it to be a full-time thing. 

Lexie scowled
as she circled two of the points.  "I am not going without panties at
all times 
and
 with a butt plug whenever I'm not with
you!"

"Mark it
down, and we'll talk about it," he called back from the kitchen.

Oh hell yes
they would talk about it.  Crazy control freak.  A tiny smile curved
her lips though.  If she'd ever wondered what Patrick's fantasies were,
they were now all laid out right in front of her.  Most of it she was okay
with.  There was definitely some stuff included that she would count more
as domestic discipline than kink, but honestly that appealed to her.  He
wanted her to keep his place as neat as it always was and her place completely
clean as well.  That was fine.  So was the part about letting him
know whenever she was going to go out with the girls and where she was going to
be when she wasn't at work or with him.  

A lot of it
was common sense or common courtesy, but obviously Patrick preferred to have it
all spelled out.  No drinking more than two drinks unless someone else was
driving, and if she did drink two drinks, she had to wait an hour after the
second one before she could drive (not a problem since when she was driving she
never drank more than one drink).  No smoking, which was something she
rarely indulged in anyway, and she had no problem making that not at all. 
Keep him updated on her schedule.  No sleepovers without permission. 
No lying.  No scening with other Doms.  Always wear her collar when
she was at Stronghold.  No masturbating or touching herself without
permission.  He also had a separate section for rules during vacations with him
and vacations taken without him.  Mostly involving nudity and toys.

Then there
were the things that made her shake her head, but didn't bother her - like him
wanting to pick out what she was going to wear to Stronghold whenever they
went.  At least he didn't want to pick out her daily clothes, although he
did include a part about being able to veto any of her regular outfits that he
didn't want her wearing out.  She also had a curfew of eleven o'clock on
weeknights.  Part of her wanted to protest that one, just on principle,
but on the other hand they both knew that she sometimes stayed out way too late
and ended up exhausted at work the next day.  Patrick knew because she'd
called out of work before at Stronghold, because she was just too beat to come
in after a late night and a long day at the office.  He would control all
sexual interactions between them, period.  That one seemed a bit vague to
her, but it was nothing less than she'd expected.  She had a feeling that
trying to seduce him would be considered a sexual interaction; probably wasn't
going to stop her though.