Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (7 page)

"Would you like to come, honey?" Michael asked, his
voice easily carrying to Patrick.  The sadist was probably enjoying
fucking with him as much as he was with Lexie.

"Please..."  Lexie's throaty plea was all hot need,
her wide eyes blinking as she trembled.  The vibrator Michael was holding
was a fairly simple one, with a clit attachment, but Patrick already knew that
she was going to go off like a rocket.  She was already on the brink.

******

It felt like her skin was on fire.  Her nipples
throbbed.  She was wetter than she'd ever been in her entire life. 
So, so wet that she could actually feel her juices leaking from her
pussy.  The entire world had narrowed down to this moment, this tiny space
of reality.  Just her, Master Michael, and, on the very fringes of her
consciousness, Patrick.

Lexie loved sex.  That was nothing new.  But none of her
experiences had ever been anything like this.  Not just because she was in
Stronghold and Patrick was watching, but because even when her previous
boyfriends had tied her up, none of them had taken control like Master
Michael had.  None of them had ever pushed her limits - because they
wouldn't have known what or how to push.  She'd never danced on such a
thin edge of pain and pleasure.  Never had the build-up be constructed so
thoroughly, so painstakingly, and so slowly. 

Every nerve in her body was buzzing, humming with eager
anticipation.  Cool air flowed over the sensitive skin where Michael had
flogged her, and between her legs where her heated pussy was swollen and
ready.  The burning in her nipples as the weights bounced sent jolts of
lightning straight to her core.  She'd played with clamps before, on her
own; the weights provided a similar but different sensation, and the entire
experience was completely different when she couldn't just remove the source of
tugging pain as soon as she wanted to.  Master Michael was in control of
everything.  What she felt, when she felt it, and the intensity of what
she felt.

"Please," she begged him, her pussy already clenching as
he held up the purple vibrator.  Her wrists tugged at her restraints,
making her breasts jiggle, and she moaned again as the weights bounced
slightly, tugging on her nipple rings and making the tiny buds ache.

Master Michael shifted, so that he was kneeling in front of her,
and she arched her hips forward as the thick, plastic tip nudged against her
pussy lips.  She was so wet that he had no problem sliding the shaft inside
of her, thrusting it slightly as her pussy opened for the fake dick.  It
wasn't as good as the real thing - it never was - but it still felt fucking
fantastic right now.  Lexie panted, her head falling back as her hips
moved in time with the slight thrusts. 

She jerked, whimpering as it turned on, low.  The clit
attachment barely brushed her swollen bud, teasing her, but not bringing her
anywhere near fulfillment. 

"Please, Master Michael... please, I need to cum," she
begged, her voice rising in a sob.  She didn't care.  Pride had no
place in this.  There was just the overwhelming, rising tide of tension
that was coiling in her center.

His hand smacked against her inner thigh, on skin already made
pink by the strands of his flogger, and Lexie gasped. 

"Don't you dare cum yet, not until I tell you to."

The self-assured, almost arrogant, tone of his voice didn't allow
for contradiction or bargaining.  She responded to it, immediately,
struggling against the low thrum of the vibrator, trying to angle her hips away
from fluttering clit attachment, because she wanted to obey that command. 
That voice.  But he pressed forward, the vibrations increasing, as the
clit attachment pressed against that sensitive bundle of nerves and Lexie
almost screamed.

"Please... I can't..."

"Just another minute, honey, not yet."

Oh god... it felt like she was melting, like her insides were
turning into molten lava.  The pleasure from the vibrator was coursing
through her, making her toes curl as she dug her fingers into the restraints
around her wrists, clinging to the edge of sanity. 

The vibrator pulsed, and the fluttering against her clit went
electric.  White noise roared in Lexie's ears as she convulsed, her throat
tightening on a scream.

"Cum now, Lexie."

The permission came a second before she would have lost control
anyway, and she screamed as her body shuddered.  The orgasm was
overwhelming, bigger and brighter than any she'd ever experienced in her
life.  Waves rolled through her, buffeting her consciousness, turning her into
a throbbing mass as pain spiked through her nipples and ecstasy sizzled along
her nerves. 

It was white heat, sparkling fireflies dancing in her vision, as
the tension unraveled from her body in spiraling vortexes of rapture.  She
hung, wrapped in warmth, as the immediate stimulation faded away, leaving her
in a hazy fog of sated bliss. 

"I've got her."

The deep tones pinged on her consciousness, some part of her mind
perking up with interest as strong arms wrapped around her, holding her
up.  Her wrists dropped, no longer secured.  The warmth of the cuffs
left, leaving her wrists cool.  The weights on her nipples lifted, leaving them
sensitive and tingling.

"That's fine.  She said that you could cut in any time,
as long as you weren't ending the scene."  Amusement. 
Satisfaction.  Lexie could hear both.

A low rumbling growl, that she felt more than heard, as she was
pulled tight against a warm, muscular chest.  Smelling familiar cologne,
Lexie purred her contentment, snuggling in.

******

The only thing worse than a passion-wracked Lexie was a cuddling,
sated Lexie.  Patrick could feel his heart cracking as she nuzzled her
head against his shoulder.  She wasn't in sub-space exactly, but she
wasn't quite in her right head either.  Pleasure-sated, would be the term
he'd use.  He wasn't even sure if she knew it was him and not Michael that
was holding her.

The other Dom was giving him smug looks, which Patrick ignored as
he settled a blanket-wrapped Lexie in his arms.  Michael could clean up
the station on his own.  Patrick was taking over aftercare.  He
stalked towards the corner of the Dungeon where the couches were, passing his
friends on the way.  Angel and Jessica were still getting their butts
paddled.  As he walked past, Chris did a double-take as he saw Lexie in
Patrick's arms, his eyebrows going up nearly to his forehead. 
Whatever.  Patrick wasn't going to stop and explain himself right now.

It had been hard enough watching Michael do the scene with
her.  Seeing how deeply she'd gone into it.  When he'd realized that
she was in that after-scene, glowy haze that affected so many submissives, he
hadn't been able to take it anymore.  He just couldn't let someone else
care for her when she was that vulnerable.

At least, that's how he justified it.

The knowledge that Lexie had given Michael instructions to let
Patrick take over... it only underscored how much she thought she wanted
him.  But could she still handle him?  Could he handle her?

On the other side of the equation, it was obvious that Lexie was into
the scene.  He really couldn't deny that.  Continuing to deny her
entrance to the club wouldn't just be cruel, it would be dangerous.  The
reason he'd hired her at Stronghold in the first place had been in hopes that
she'd see what it was like and go running, because otherwise she might have
gone to less a secure club to explore her curiosity.  At least here he'd
been able to control her, keep an eye on her.

Now she'd not only quit, but she'd gotten a taste of the
scene.  A taste that she'd obviously liked.  There was no way she'd
want to stop exploring now.

There was really only one possible course of action.  Keeping
her away from the scene until Jake got home and Patrick could talk to him was
out of the question now, he knew Lexie wouldn't wait.  She'd just laugh at
him and go somewhere else, somewhere he wouldn't be able to protect her.  

What he could do, the farthest he was willing to go, the
responsible thing, would be to continue her introduction to BDSM. 
Slowly.  Planned carefully.  With his hand on the helm.  Then,
when Jake got home, he might be pissed that Patrick had been scening with her,
but he could at least explain how and why he'd been pushed into it.  Plus,
by then, he'd know whether or not Lexie could handle the kind of relationship
he wanted.  Needed.  So he could ask Jake, with a clear conscience,
what he thought about Patrick dating his little sister. 

Jake would understand Lexie's impetuousness and that Patrick had
stayed within acceptable boundaries.  At least, Patrick hoped he would. 
Things could still blow up in his face.  He didn’t just want a woman who was
into the scene, he wanted a woman who could handle a nearly 24/7 relationship. 
A past girlfriend had said he wanted something closer to a Domestic Discipline
relationship than BDSM.  Like his other girlfriends, she hadn’t been able to
handle the fact that he wanted to direct their relationship and the majority of
her day. 

It was one thing for a submissive to give up control for a scene. 
Scenes were short, with finite boundaries.  Lexie could obviously give herself
over for a scene.  She trusted Michael, that was clear.  But would she trust
Patrick enough to give him control over more?  To let him set her tasks for the
day and accept punishment for whatever she didn’t complete?  He wanted a
stay-at-home woman, but only if that’s what she wanted too.  He didn’t consider
himself sexist, he absolutely knew that women could manage just as well as any
man to whatever task they set their minds to, but for
his
woman… he
needed one who would thrive under his domination, allow him to dictate rules
and structure for her day-to-day life, and accept being cherished and protected
in the way that he needed to.

Granted, he’d already done some of that with Lexie.  The problem
was, sometimes she accepted his authority and sometimes she didn’t.  He didn’t
want to kill her spark or have her smother her own desires in deference to
his.  Their desires needed to match up.  Not just sexual desires, but what they
wanted out of life and a relationship.  Jake knew what kind of relationship
Patrick wanted, and if he thought that Patrick was taking advantage of his
little sister…

Not that Patrick ever would.  He was going to have to approach
this carefully.  See what Lexie would actually go along with under the guise of
‘training.’  But there were going to be some damn firm boundaries, and he was
going to set them down at the first opportunity.  While he might be willing to scene
with Lexie, to guide her exploration of BDSM, there was definitely, absolutely
not going to be any sex.

Period.

She could definitely get used to being carried around by
Patrick.  Even though she'd finally come out of the warm, fuzzy, happy
place she'd been in, the big man kept cuddling her.  She wasn't about to
stop him.  The only way this could have been better was if he'd done the
scene with her, instead of Master Michael.  But at least he'd taken
over.  When she'd come out of her post-orgasm daze, she'd been in
Patrick's arms, which was both unexpected and thrilling.  

The big dummy cared.  Even if he wouldn't admit it yet.

Speaking of Master Michael...

"Did she drive herself here?"  Patrick asked as
Master Michael approached them in the aftercare area.  Lexie rolled her
eyes.  Like she couldn't answer that herself.  But she didn't speak
up, because if she did, Patrick might stop the cuddling.  She was going to
soak up as much of this as she could. 

"No, I brought both her and Angel," Michael said, a
little smile curving on his face as he looked down at her affectionately. 
He coughed.  "Jessica and the others came with Olivia.  I think
they all knew their Doms would want to take them home."

Guilt made Lexie wince as she glanced over to where Adam was just
now helping Angel stand on wobbly legs.  He still looked pissed. 
Also horny.  Angel's face was flushed bright red, and she clung to her
boyfriend.  Jessica was being held by Chris, her tear-stained face buried
in his shoulder, while Justin cleaned up the bench they'd had her on. 

Her friends had been punished because of her.  Granted, it
wasn't like she forced them into it, but she still felt guilty.  It really
sucked that she'd needed so much help just to get down here.  She was going
to have to do something to make it up to them.  

She sucked in a quick inhale of breath as Adam turned Angel
around, so that Lexie could see her bright red backside.  He cupped his
hands over her ass, digging into her roasted cheeks as he kissed her furiously. 
Lexie's pussy clenched a little.  Okay, so she felt bad, but that was
still hot as hell.  Geezus though... Angel's ass looked like it was on
fire.  Jessica's was probably about the same.

Yeah, she was going to have to do something really
amazing
 to
make it up to them.  

"I'm taking Lexie home," Patrick said, standing. 
Lexie wriggled slightly, wrapping her arms around his neck, to make herself
feel more secure.  Not that she thought Patrick would drop her on purpose,
but her position had just felt slightly precarious.  

On their way out, Patrick swung by the bar to let Andrew and
Olivia know that they were in charge of the club for the rest of the night… 
Olivia winked at Lexie, which both of the men ignored.  She gave her
friend a blissful smile in return.  At least Olivia wasn't going to be
punished, Lexie thought with relief.  It's not like anyone could give a
Domme a spanking.

******

Patrick could feel Lexie's eyes on him as he drove her home. 
This was the first time he was actually going to see her new place.  Not
that it was that new.  She'd been living there for months, but none of the
guys had ever been invited to it.  Something that had chafed a little,
especially since he'd dropped plenty of hints that he'd like to see the place.

He'd driven by the apartment building before, and he didn't
entirely approve of the neighborhood, especially since she was living on her
own.  But, since she was living on her own, he knew that it was what she
could afford.  Since her main source of income was her day job as a
receptionist at a doctor's office, it wasn't like he could just give her a
raise so that she would have enough to move to a better neighborhood.  Giving
her enough money to do so, while she was working only part-time at Stronghold,
would have been ludicrous.  Not to mention, his other front-desk workers would
have, rightfully, staged a revolt if they’d found out about the pay difference.

It was a twenty-five minute drive between Stronghold and her
building, but the silence in the car seemed to be growing heavier by the
minute.  

She seemed to be waiting for him to say something, and, for once,
he had no idea what to say.  Normally, after a scene, he'd be asking the
submissive about her experience, but he really did not want to hear her gush
about how great Michael had been.  He'd been able to see for himself how
much she'd enjoyed the scene.  Definitely not something he was interested
in discussing.

With Lexie, they'd usually talk about anything and
everything.  Hell, he'd known her for years, and even knowing that there
was a growing mutual attraction between them, things had never been this
awkward. 

Plus, even though he wanted to talk about where they were going to
go from here, he didn't want to have that conversation while he was
driving.  That was the kind of conversation that needed to happen when he
wasn't distracted, and he could focus on her.  See her reactions.  In
the dark, in a car, while he needed to be paying attention to the road was not
the ideal.

So they sat in silence.

And he distracted himself with thoughts on how to get back at
Olivia for her part in tonight's... activities.

The submissives were all being punished by their Doms. 
Obviously not something that would work for Olivia.  There was no way he
could keep her out of the club either, not even temporarily.  She hadn't
actually done anything
wrong,
 after all.  So he was going to
have to get creative.  Like most of his friends, Olivia had her stints as
a Dungeon Monitor and, since she was still single, running Introduction scenes.

A slow smile curved Patrick's face.  

Usually he tried to match up the dominants and submissives by
interest and personality when it came to the Introduction scenes.  Olivia
preferred strong submissives, ones that liked to challenge their dominant and needed
to be pushed into submitting.  So when it came to the Introduction scenes,
Mistresses Lisa and Erin usually took the eager-to-please submissives - the
ones that drove Olivia a little nuts, because they bored her.

She was not going to be pleased with her next few Introduction scenes.
 

"What's so funny?"

Lexie spoke softly, but it was so silent in the car that it seemed
almost loud.  He coughed, just realizing that he'd been chuckling under
his breath a little at the thought of Olivia's displeasure. 

"Nothing that concerns you," he said, a little more
roughly than he'd meant to.  They both fell silent again, and he inwardly
cursed himself.  Sighing a little, he turned onto her street.
 "Just thinking about some business with the club."

"Oh.  Okay."

Surprisingly, she sounded a little unsure of herself.  As if
she was also having trouble finding the right words to say to him.  Well,
at least he knew he wasn't alone.

When he parked in front of her building, she started to move to
get out, and then jumped in surprise when he turned off the engine to the
car. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, obviously not expecting
him to get out with her.  The streetlights around them gave him just
enough light to see her expression. 

"I'm coming in, we need to talk."

Her mouth opened and closed.  Then her chin tilted up, making
him want to grin.  The defiance on her face was clear enough. 
Obviously she thought he was going to tell her not to come back to
Stronghold.  Good to know he wasn't becoming entirely predictable, but he
wasn't sure that she'd like his conditions, either.

The amusement grew as she flounced up the stairs in front of
him.  Fortunately, no one came out of their apartments as they walked, so
there was no one else to see the way her skirt fluttered around the tops of her
thighs.  Practically exposing her ass cheeks. 

As soon as he walked into her apartment, the amusement faded
quickly.

"What the fuck, Lex?"

It was Spartan.  Practically bare.  It didn't look like
someone had lived in it for a week, much less months.  The apartment
consisted of one big room, almost an efficiency except for the fact that there
was a tiny galley kitchen that he could see through a doorway.  In the far
corner, what looked like two mattresses were stacked on top of each other, serving
as a bed.  A laptop was plugged into the wall next to it.  There was a
small table with two mismatched - and rickety looking - wooden chairs, seated
facing the huge television.  There was one other chair, also facing the
television, which Patrick recognized from the Standishes' house.  It was
an oversized, red and gold striped armchair that had seen better days, but
which Lexie had always been particularly attached to.  The television was
the only thing he could see that was worth anything.

Boxes were piled against one wall, which explained why she didn't
have any of her pictures or decor out.  She hadn't unpacked yet. 
Maybe she considered the clothing that she'd strewn all over the place to be
decoration.  

"What?" she asked, sounding unconcerned as she kicked
off her shoes and tossed her purse off to the side.  Granted, she kicked
her shoes off into what appeared to be the "shoe pile" and dropped
her purse next to several others, but that sure as hell didn't match up with
Patrick's idea of neat and clean.  Hell, it didn't match up with Lexie's
either from what he knew.

"How
can you live like this?"

******

Ooooo, the big guy was pissed.  Which should really tick her
off, since it wasn't like he got a say in how she lived (not to mention that he
was totally misjudging the situation), but instead, it just got her kind of
hot.  Yeah, she was a little sick like that.  She'd just finished a
scene with another man, and here she was hoping that Patrick would give her a
spanking for a little messiness. 

The way he was eyeing her clothes - that were admittedly all over
the place - kind of reminded her of the way he looked when she'd stripped down
in his office.  There was definitely a little tic going on in his
jaw.  The one that he got when he was getting super cranky.  Not
angry,
cranky.
  There was a vast difference.  Lexie didn't
like actually making him angry.  Making Patrick angry made her feel all
sick and nauseated inside.  However, making him a cranky, muttering ball
of pent-up grumpy?  Yeah, she liked to do that.  Push his
buttons.  Play with that famous control of his.  Angel had told her
that making Adam grumpy made her hot too, so at least Lexie wasn't alone in her
perversion.

"Like what?" she asked, answering his question with a
question as she batted her eyes innocently, even though she knew exactly what
he was talking about.

"Like…
this
," he said, with a frustrated sweep of
his hand, indicating the entire inside of her home, as he moved further into
the space.  He took up a lot of room, making the small apartment feel even
smaller as he placed himself in the very center of it.  With his leather
pants, black shirt, and that sexy scar going down the side of his face, he
looked completely out of place, practically tip-toeing around the clothes on
the floor.  "It looks like you've just thrown your clothes
everywhere.  Your room never looked like this before."

"My mom would have grounded me if my room had looked like
this," Lexie said with a snort, heading for the kitchen.  If Patrick
was going to hang around berating her, instead of doing something more
interesting to show his displeasure, then she was going to have a glass of wine
while he did it.  She kicked a few shirts out of the way to make a path,
and she swore she could actually feel Patrick's eyes boring into her back.
 

Truthfully, her apartment rarely looked quite this bad; she hadn't
been able to find the shoes that she'd wanted to wear tonight, and so she'd had
to open up a couple of the many boxes that she hadn't gotten around to
unpacking yet, in order to find them.  Plus, putting together an outfit
always meant trying on a couple of possibilities, and she hadn't had time to
pick everything up and put it in the closet before Master Michael had picked
her up to go to Stronghold.  She didn't mind having clothes all around for
a night or two, as long as nothing was actually dirty in the house.  Her
kitchen and bathroom were clean, that was what counted.

"Why haven't you unpacked yet?  You've lived here for
months."  Patrick stood framed in the doorway of her tiny kitchen,
blocking her way out.  Lexie just shrugged as she opened up one of her
cabinets, pulled out two of her four wineglasses, and picked up the bottle of
wine that was sitting on her counter.  It was half-empty because she liked
to have a glass every evening while she was winding down, watching television
from her chair. 

"I've got the most important stuff unpacked," she said,
nodding her head at the kitchen cabinets before handing him a glass of
wine.  He took it, but just held it as she took a sip of hers, both of his
arms still crossed over his chest.  "You know how it is.  I got
the stuff that I used on an everyday basis put away, and then things just got
busy.  Two jobs, hanging out with friends... most of the stuff that's
still in boxes are clothes for the winter, shoes that I don't wear that often,
and little knickknacks.  No point in unpacking those until I have some
furniture to put them on."