Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (16 page)

"Almost
there."

Lexie groaned
as he pushed, hard, and the plug popped past her sphincter and settled into
place.  Her anus snapped shut around it, holding on to the thinner length
between the bulb and the base.  The glass was still a bit cool inside of
her, although it was rapidly heating up.  The plug itself was heavier than
the one she normally used, making its presence known in a much more definitive
way.

She squealed
when Patrick twisted the plug back and forth; she rocked forward, making her
nipples burn as the jewelry on her rings dipped and pulled.  The longer
the beads were on her rings, the heavier they seemed to get.    

"Back in
position," he reminded her, giving her ass a quick swat. 

Moving her
body back carefully, to save her nipples some tugging, Lexie arched her back,
trying to get used to the feel of the heavy plug inside her.  She felt
fuller than with her plug, even though it wasn't any bigger, just because of
its weight.  

Her fingers
curved, trying to dig into the desk as he pulled the plug back out, making her
open for it, and then he began to slide it back and forth smoothly.  The
tight ring of muscles protested and clenched, burning even as a strange
pleasure flickered through the discomfort.  Having the plug moving back
and forth, making her ass open and then allowing it to nearly close, was
completely different from just having it sitting quietly inside of her. 
Lexie's spread legs trembled, her pussy clenching, and her back arched and
dipped as she adjusted to the whirling sensations. 

It felt good,
it felt wrong, it felt like all the things that Angel and Jessica had whispered
about.  At the same time, she understood why even conversation about anal
play made Hilary blush.  She finally got why the books she'd read made
such a big deal about it.  This was intimate in a way that she hadn't been
prepared for.  It didn't matter that he was using a plug, Patrick was
still touching her, causing sensations for her, in an area that had never been
touched by anyone else.  Not all of the sensations were good, but at the
same time, that just made it more special... more intensely submissive. 
She was taking it to please him.  

Besides, she
liked a little bite of pain with her pleasure anyway.

"Oh!"
She gasped as he pushed the plug fully into her again and twisted it back and
forth like a corkscrew.  The sensations from that were completely
different, stimulating the tiny nerves that were bundled around her anus. 
Her toes curled as she struggled to stay in place.  It felt so good, the
pressure, almost like an orgasm was building up inside her, and she wanted
more.  Needed a follow-through.

Instead,
Patrick stepped away, and she groaned. 

His chuckle,
as he picked up the leather paddle, made her want to kick him.  The only
thing that helped soothe her temper was that, as she peeked to the side, she
could see the huge bulge at the front of his pants.  At least she wasn't
the only one suffering.

******

Playing with
Lexie's ass had fucked with his control.  Patrick's blue balls had gone
from painful to downright epic, and yet he wouldn't have stopped the scene for
anything.  Maybe he had a hidden masochistic side.  Or maybe he was
just willing to put up with whatever he had to in order to play with
Lexie.  God, he was so fucked.  But right now, in the middle of the
scene, that didn't matter.  What mattered was giving her what she needed.

Part of him
still couldn't believe how fucking perfect she was.  She'd obviously been
reading up, researching BDSM, in preparation for today.  There were
moments when her naiveté, her innocence, came through, but there were also
moments when it seemed like she'd already been partially trained.  Then
again, as much as she'd been around the men and women from Stronghold, he
shouldn't be too surprised by that.  He knew the girls talked, and she'd
had plenty of opportunity to see Dom/sub interactions now that their friends
were all getting into relationships.

Hefting the
weight of the leather paddle, which would thud nicely and give her just a bit
of sting, he brought it down on her ass.  It was wide and long enough to
cover both cheeks at once, making them jiggle as she gasped and jerked. 
Her movement was immediately followed by stillness, and he grinned, knowing
that the jewelry he'd added to her nipple rings was probably starting to
bite. 

The weight of
the beads would slowly start to feel heavier the longer she wore them,
especially as she moved, making them bounce on her tender nipples.  She'd
feel every smack of her ass through her whole body.  He brought the paddle
down again with a meaty thud, this time making sure to catch her a little lower
on her ass, so that her sit-spot got a good swat.  Lexie moaned, the sound
making him want to respond with his own sound of pleasure.

Just paddling
her ass was a pleasure.  He was careful with the blows, measuring them out
so that none of them were too forceful - this wasn't a real punishment spanking
after all.  The upturned cheeks were slowly turning a dark pink with each
blow.  He rubbed the paddle over them, caressing her skin with the
leather, before lifting it and landing another.

Every impact
was greeted with a moan.  Lexie's head had dropped down, and she’d started
to pant with arousal.  The wet lips of her pussy glistened in the light,
even more obvious as she lifted her hips, her bottom coming up to encourage the
kiss of the paddle.  She was completely in the moment, her body attuned to
his, reacting to every movement, taking whatever he was willing to give.  

Using the
remote in his pocket, he increased the speed of the butterfly vibrator,
enjoying the way her body arched as she cried out, squirming as she tried to
reach her climax.  Patrick brought the paddle down harder on her ass,
leaving a red mark across the pink cheeks.  Lexie moaned, already lifting
her hips to ask for more.  The pain was merging with the pleasure now,
confusing her body so that she couldn't tell which was which.  Watching it
happen was everything he would have dreamed.  He brought the paddle down
hard again, over and over, turning her ass from pink to bright red, making her
shudder as she neared her climax.  

The soft,
needy noises she was making were going to be embedded in his brain for the rest
of his life.  They were like an aphrodisiac, digging little fingers into
his willpower and stripping it away.  He needed to end this soon, before
he did something he didn't mean to... like plunging his fingers or tongue into
that wet, gorgeously pink pussy.

Putting the
paddle down on the desk, he picked up the leather strap, increasing the
butterfly vibrator's speed again.  Lexie didn't even seem to notice that
he'd moved away, her entire focus was on the tumultuous sensations that were
roiling through her body.  Exactly the way he wanted her.   

Although he
wasn't as serious a sadist as Andrew, he wanted to make sure that Lexie could
handle the amount of pain that he enjoyed incorporating into a scene. 
They were about to hit his limit.  He didn't need or want pain in every
scene, but he enjoyed seeing a submissive becoming lost in it, giving herself over
to him and trusting him not to take her too far.  He could tell that Lexie
had lost herself in the scene, see how much she trusted him... and how
beautifully her body responded to what he was doing.  

"Oh!"
 she cried out, as he amped up the speed of the butterfly vibe again, just
before bringing the strap down across her ass.  She cried out, much louder
than before, as the strap bit into her already reddened skin.  Yet she
didn't say her safe word, didn't even ask him to stop.  Just dropped her
head down, lifting her ass again, her thighs tensing and relaxing as she
waited. 

Flick the
intensity of the vibe up again and...

THWAP!

A sob caught
in her voice, of passion and need, blended so intricately with pain that there
was no telling them apart. 

Last level of
the vibe and...

THWAP!

Lexie screamed
and Patrick couldn't help himself, he pressed his fingers against the soft
jelly body of the butterfly, pressing it harder against her clit.  He
quickly put his other arm under her body, helping to hold her as she came, her
legs trembling, the undulations of her body almost knocking her off of her
feet.  The position put him so close to her ass that he could practically
feel the heat rising from her cheeks. 

Touching her,
holding her up as she came, had him nearly joining her and messing his pants
like a fucking teenager.  Her skin was so soft against his arm, the bottom
of her cincher digging into his skin, but he didn't care.  It was all he
could do not to caress the red, beaten curves of her ass.  

"Oh
please..." Lexie sagged and jerked, trying to get away from the intense
vibrations against her clit, and Patrick removed his hand, easing the pressure
on her sensitive bud.  He reached into his pocket for the remote and
turned the vibe off.  With his other arm still supporting her body weight,
it wasn't the easiest move to pull off, but he managed.  Quickly, he
unstrapped the butterfly from her, to make her more comfortable, although he
left the plug.  The pretty glass end just looked too cute in her little
hole, and he liked knowing that she would still be feeling the effects during
aftercare.  Straightening her up, he let her lean on him so that he could undo
the hooks at the front of the waist cincher.  Immediately she slumped, sighing
with relief.

Lifting her limp
weight into his arms, cradling her against him, he moved around to the other
side of the desk so that he could settle into the chair.  Ignoring the
painful erection he was sporting was making his lower back ache, but he knew he
didn't have a choice.

******

Lexie snuggled
into Patrick's chest, warm and happy and completely sated.  Her butt
cheeks were burning, the heavy plug in her ass was making her ache, and her
nipples throbbed under the weight of the jewels.  As Patrick cradled her
in his lap, the plug was jostled and she shuddered, her body clenching as the
aftermath of her orgasm rippled through her in a kind of mini-quake.  

She nuzzled
her head into his shoulder, resting against his broad chest and savoring the
feel of him holding her so tightly against him.  The press of his erection
into the side of her hip made her insides ache pleasurably.  If he wanted
to have sex right now... but somehow she instinctively knew that he
wouldn't.  Just having her in a scene had been such a huge step for him, and
even if they both wanted it, trying to push him towards it would just backfire
on her.

Still, she
could enjoy knowing that she'd had that effect on him.  

"How are
you feeling, Pixie?" he asked, his voice gentle as he stroked her
hair.  Lexie tipped her head back so she could smile up at him. 
Their faces were only inches apart and she thought, for a moment, that he might
lean down and kiss her.  But then the moment passed, something shuttering
in his eyes, and she knew that he was going to hold himself back.  

"Good,"
she said honestly, before the silence between them could become awkward.
 "Very good, Sir.  That was... wonderful."

His hand slid up
her leg towards her butt, stopping at her upper thigh.  "Not too
rough for you?"

"No...
although I don't think I'd want that much of a spanking every time," she
said, determined to be honest, hoping that he wouldn't be disappointed. 
To her relief, he looked pleased by her confession.  If he'd liked being
that rough every time, or even rougher, she wasn't sure if she could have taken
it.  The brief moment of fear that she'd had fluttered away as the
conviction that they meshed well together settled in.

Everything
he'd done, she'd loved.  Not just because it was him either.  The
teasing, the beating, the orgasm... it had all been incredible.  Trusting
him came to her easily, and she'd been able to completely let go in a way that
she'd never experienced before.  Even the scene with Michael hadn't been
this intense, despite the fact that Michael had touched her while Patrick had
remained decidedly hands off.  It frustrated her, a bit, that he hadn't
actually touched her during the scene.  Not that being cuddled was bad,
but she wished that he'd put his hands on her at any point before that. 

He was still holding
back. 

Baby steps
, she reminded
herself. 

"Good, so
we've started exploring some of your limits," he said, smiling and looking
thoughtful at the same time.  She could practically see his thoughts
starting, going straight into planning mode.  Patrick was definitely a
planner.  Lexie was sure he was already thinking about what he might do to
her next time.  

No objections
there, even if it meant that he wasn't paying attention to the fact that she
was naked on his lap right now.  Hell, for all she knew, he was trying to
distract himself from that fact.  She wouldn't put it past him. 
Being patient for him was hard, but if that scene was any indication, it would
be worth it in the end.  So she just settled in and let him cuddle her,
drank the water that he pulled out of the desk for her, and enjoyed what he was
willing to give her right now.

Which, as she
found out at the end of the night, included the butt plug.  Realizing that
he'd picked it out especially for her made her night.  Some girls would be
giddy over flowers or jewelry... Lexie would take her specially-chosen, blue
glass butt plug over those any day.