Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (2 page)

"Hello Pixie," he said, purposefully keeping his voice
mild.  "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I know you think I don't belong in the club," she said,
without any preamble.  Her big blue eyes were trained on him, determined
and also excited.  There was only the slightest tremor in her voice.
 That kind of fierce spirit, tinged with just a hint of anxiety, from a
submissive was exactly the kind of thing that turned him on the most.
 "I've decided to show you that you're wrong."

Patrick opened his mouth, about to say something conciliatory,
placating, the way he always did when she demanded entrance to the club, when
she whipped off her coat and dropped it to the ground.  He actually felt
his eyes bulge, like some kind of cartoon character, as his hands gripped the
desk in front of him so tightly that the wood creaked.  

Holy.  Fucking.  Shit.

This image of Lexie was going to be burned into his brain for the
rest of his life.   He could easily lick her from ankle to pussy if he
wanted, a gloriously bare, waxed pussy.  Patrick had seen a lot of
pussies, he could tell when a woman had recently gotten a Brazilian.  The tiny
black lace thong she was wearing hid nothing from him, and it wouldn’t stop his
tongue or his fingers.  A blue waist cincher with a black lace overlay
gave her an hourglass figure while leaving her breasts completely exposed.
 They weren't more than a handful, but he already knew he lusted after
that handful.  She'd come in with nothing but tape over her nipples often
enough.

All of the guys in their group, himself included, had been
relieved when she'd gone back to wearing bras.  A couple of times he'd
even wondered over it, because it wasn't like Lexie to give up.  He'd
eventually concluded that maybe she thought that covering up was sexier than
showing everything.  Not that it had mattered to him, those sexy little
bras had gotten him just as hard as the tape.  

Now that he knew why she’d been covering up, it felt like all the
blood in his body was pooling in his groin, making him lightheaded.

Silver hoops adorned perfect pink nipples, which were jutting out
in front of her like little pencil erasers.  Patrick loved nice plump,
long nipples like hers, especially pierced, like hers.  He closed his eyes
for a long moment and swallowed, but when he opened them, she was still
standing there with her hands on her hips, a slight smirk on her face, looking
like his personal wet dream come to life. 

"So," she drawled, her voice sultry as she looked at
him, peeking underneath her extravagant eyelashes.  He’d been too shocked to
hide his expression from her, his sudden, intent interest, and she’d seen it. 
Recognized it.  "Are you going to let me show you that I can handle
being in the club?" 

******

It felt like her heart was going to pound out of her chest.
 Lexie had never seen that particular look on Patrick's face before.
 She knew she'd taken a huge risk by coming here today.  Not just
that he'd kick her out, but that he'd take one look at her and she'd see his
lack of interest.

Ha.

The hungry, almost feral, look in his eyes devoured her, his
reaction too primal and too shocked to be faked.  Her knees felt weak as
his hot gaze seemed to slide across her skin, making her nipples even harder as
her pussy began to cream.  When she'd first walked in, she'd been too
nervous to be turned on.  Now she was making up for that.

All she had to do was push him just a bit more, she could see how
close he was to breaking.  Maybe it was wrong to hope that his brain shut
down in favor of his dick, but that's what she needed... Patrick to stop
thinking and start doing.

"Please let me show you, Sir," she said, catching the
flash of hot desire in his eyes just before she lowered her own, tucking her
hands behind her into the small of her back.  A properly submissive
position, one that she'd seen Adam put Angel in more than once when he didn't
have her kneeling.  

"Step forward and put your hands on the desk."

Triumph and excitement rushed through her.  Please... please
let this not be a joke.  The rough quality of his voice was so freaking
hot it went straight down to her pussy.  If he was going to order her
around just to give her a lecture, she really would scream.  Or punch him
in the face.

Not daring to look up, determined to show him how perfectly
submissive she could be when she wanted to - and she did want to, for him -
Lexie stepped forward and put her hands on the desk.  Her heels were just
high enough that she had to bend over a bit, her legs slightly spread to keep
her balance.

Peeking at him through her lashes, she bit her lip to hide her
grin as she saw that he wasn't looking at her face.  Her pussy creamed
even more to see his eyes trained on her nipples, with the pretty, silver hoops
that she'd picked out just for him.  It felt like the engorged buds were
swelling even further under his gaze.  He wanted her, he really did.
 Fuck yes.

"Bend over.  Down on your elbows."  His husky
voice rolled through her, and she didn't even think before she did exactly what
he said.  She loved that he was finally giving her orders that weren't
brotherly or just for her safety.  Heart swirled inside of her, making her
pussy clench as she did a mental happy dance, almost disbelieving that this was
really happening.  "Look directly down in front of you and don't look
up."

It wasn't until she was in position that he moved, and even though
she was dying to look at him again, to peek, she stayed perfectly still.
 There was no way she was going to mess this up now that he was finally
giving her a chance.  Because she knew this wasn't just about proving that
she was ready to get off the main floor of Stronghold, it was also about
proving that she could handle
him.
  To prove that she could submit to
him as well as challenge him – to prove she could be everything he'd ever
needed or wanted in a woman.

Besides, it didn't matter that she couldn't see him.  She
could feel him.  What little body hair she did have was standing on end,
as if attuned to him as he circled around her.  Lexie bit her lip, willing
herself to stand perfectly still as he stepped behind her, which would give him
the perfect view of her upturned ass and her pussy.  She could feel how
wet she was, she could only imagine how it looked, especially since she'd
gotten a Brazilian earlier this week.  There wasn't a single wisp of hair
to give her pussy even the faintest hint of coverage.

The sudden swat to her backside had her jerking forward, gasping,
at the unexpected blow.  A gentle hand came down on the small of her back,
just underneath the waist cincher.

"Stay still."

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

It was the first time in her life that she'd been spanked and it
was making her want to moan.  The initial contact hurt, it stung, but as
soon as his hand lifted away, she could feel the warmth on her cheek spreading
straight to her core.  Her pussy contracted every time he spanked her, her
legs wobbling slightly as she struggled to maintain her position.

Lexie had read books, she'd watched movies, and they'd always
turned her on, but some secret part of her had also worried that maybe she just
liked the idea.  She'd been scared that when she got into position, when
Patrick actually - finally - spanked her, that it would turn her off.  No
such worries at all. 

Yeah, it hurt, but it hurt so
good
.  She'd never felt
anything like it.  Her butt was feeling warmer with every blow, it stung a
little bit more with every swat, and yet she wanted to lift her butt up for
more.  Even when tears started to well in her eyes, her body's reaction to
the pain that was starting to flare as he spanked her, she still didn't want
him to stop.  This was what people in the club meant when they talked
about pain and pleasure melding together, the strange high that the mixture
brought with it. 

It was everything she had dreamed it would be and more.  The
only thing that would make it better was if there was a mirror somewhere so
that she could watch.  She wanted to see Patrick's face, to watch his hand
come down on her ass.  Just thinking about it made her even hotter and
wetter.  She could imagine him doing this and then stepping behind her
fully, fucking her in exactly this position while her ass was still all hot and
red from the spanking.

Instead, when the blows stopped, he pulled her up and into his
arms.  Lexie sank against him, feeling soft and warm and a little bit
sniffly.  Her eyes were wet with her tears and her bottom was throbbing,
but it was all worth it to be pressed up against Patrick like this after being
spanked by him.  So what if he was wearing a shirt?  She kind of
liked the fact that she was naked and he wasn't.  She especially liked
that she could feel his cock digging into her stomach.  There was no way
he could deny his attraction to her now.

A little bit of aftercare before the fucking wasn't going to kill
her... and this was nice.  Sweet.  Tender.  Loving.

Then he ruined it by opening his mouth.  

"You can't dress like this in the club again, Pixie.  No
showing off those rings while you work for me, do you hear me?  Not
ever."

Despite his massive erection - and it was definitely massive - his
voice was no longer hot and needy.  It was flat.  Controlled.
 Distant.  Lexie pulled back, pushing at his chest so that he
loosened his arms enough for her to tip her head back and look at him directly
in the face.  Her eyes wide, tears still staining her cheeks.  For a
moment, she thought she saw a flicker of passion again before he shut it down.

"Is that why you spanked me?" she asked in complete
disbelief.  "For what I'm wearing?"

He hesitated for just a moment before nodding.

Damn him.  Damn him to hell and back.  Even if this
really had been a test, he was going to deny it again now.  Deny them.
 Lexie pushed harder at him, her fury rising, and he let her go.  She
almost stumbled back, and he reached out to catch her, but she knocked his hand
away, righting herself on her own.

Even now, he looked so freaking good.  Tall, imposing,
wearing black leather pants and a dark green t-shirt that clung to his muscles.
 The scar that ran down the side of his face just made him look dangerous,
even though she'd been there the day he'd gotten it.  But that stupid,
closed expression on his face made her want to smack him at the same time she
wanted to jump his bones.  

"Go home and change into something appropriate before you
come back for your shift."  Avoiding her gaze, pretending he didn't
have an erection that was threatening to tear open the front of his pants, he
walked back around to his side of the desk and sat down.

No.  Fucking.  Way.  She'd done everything
perfectly dammit!  She'd held still, she hadn't peeked, and if he didn't
know how turned on she was from getting spanked then he was fucking blind.
 He was just going to blow her off?  

Fuck.  

That.

“Seriously?  That’s it?  That’s all you have to say to me?”

“That’s it.”  The jackass didn’t even look at her. 

Tears sparked in her eyes.  She felt humiliated.  Not because of
what they’d just done together, that had been mind-blowing, but because she’d
put herself out there and been rejected again.  He wanted her and he
still
rejected her.  Because he had all the control, all the power, and she kept
giving it to him.  It was time to do what she’d been balking at for weeks now. 
It was time to safe word.  Metaphorically, that is.

"I quit."  It was almost a shock to hear that
snarling, growling voice coming from her own mouth.  She'd never heard
herself sound like that before.  Neither had Patrick.  His head
jerked up in surprise.  Then his jaw clenched, and he nodded.

"Fine."

"Fine."

Snatching up her coat, Lexie pulled it back over herself with
jerky, angry movements, spinning on her heel so that he wouldn't see the tears
in her eyes.  The fabric brushed against her ass, which was still hot and
sensitive from the spanking she'd just gotten.  She felt exposed and
vulnerable, and not in a good way like she had when she'd been bent over his
desk. 

"Pixie..."  His voice followed her out the door,
but she slammed it behind her, practically running to get out of there.
 Thanking her lucky stars that the lobby was still empty.  

That stupid nickname.  That stupid man.  

In her car, Lexie took several deep breaths to keep from sobbing.
 She had to get out of there and she couldn't do it while she was crying.
 If she took too long, there was always a chance that Patrick might come
out here after her and she was so done with him for the day.  She had about
an hour until her friends were gathering at Olivia's, and she was so, so glad
that she'd chosen to do this before a girls' night.  She was going to need
some serious girl time after today.

Possibly some therapy too.

******

Elbows firmly planted on the desk, hands on his scalp, Patrick
rubbed them over his head.  Wrong head to be rubbing over, but his
erection had wilted at the look on Lexie's face as she'd run out of the lobby.
 The hurt.  The tears that had nothing to do with being
spanked.