Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (34 page)

But it just
wasn't quite enough.  Not for him.  Not for this, their first truly
intimate scene together. 

Sliding his
left hand up to cross her hips, holding her in place, he shifted his position
slightly as he lapped at her pussy, feeling the tension leaking from her as her
climax began its descent.  It gave him just enough room to work his right
hand under his chin and grasp the end of the vibrator.  The plastic was
covered in her juices, slick to the touch, but he managed to get a hold of it
and began to pump it back and forth as his tongue laved over her clit.

"OH...
wait... Patrick... What are you doing?"  Lexie moaned, long and loud
as her hands pushed at his head, trying to pull him up and make him answer her. 
Something he had no intention of doing, because it should be obvious - he was
doing whatever the fuck he wanted.  And right now he wanted to fuck her
with the vibrator while he licked her clit to another mind-blowing orgasm.

If he'd had
any hair on his head, she'd probably be pulling on it, so it was a good thing
for both of them that he didn't, because he didn't really feel like stopping to
discipline her.

Instead, he
ignored her as she begged him to slow down, claiming that she couldn't handle
another orgasm right now.  Her voice was growing huskier, her hips
starting to move with his lapping licks around her clit.  Still, even as
he could sense her climax starting to build again, she kept protesting.

Lifting his
head, he looked up the length of her body at her.  Immediately her
protests fell silent as she stared back at him, licking her lips, and her hands
sprang away from his head. 

"What am
I, Lexie?"

The slightest
pause as she tried to think of the right answer.  "The Dom,
Sir?"

"Are you
sure?"

"My Dom. 
Sir."  This time her voice was more firm and he couldn't help smiling
at the change in wording and the emphasis that she put on it.

"Which
makes you what?"

"Your
sub, Sir."

"So,
sub," he said, almost conversationally as he began to move the vibrator in
and out of her again, listening to the wet sound of her pussy as it was fucked
with the slender toy.  "Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours,
Sir."

His cock,
already recovering under the aphrodisiac of her moans and the taste of her
cream, twitched.  Satisfaction flowed through him, filling him completely.

"If I
want to play with my pussy, sub, what are you going to do?"

She whimpered
as he thrust and twisted the vibe, purposefully trying to rub it against her
g-spot.  It looked like he'd succeeded.  "Let you, Sir."

"Let
me?"  He raised his eyebrow at her, and the arm across her hips
lifted so that he could smack the top of her mound.  She gasped,
shuddering.  There was the little masochist she had inside, peeking out.

"I um...
I'll make it available to you, Sir."

"Good
girl."

The accolade
made her eyes flash with pleasure, even as she whimpered again when he lowered
his mouth back to her swollen clit.  The little bud was bright red from
his ministrations and probably extra sensitive, but that's what made this fun.

No more
protests came from her, although she whimpered and moaned, occasionally gasping
out his name or a curse word as he fucked her with the vibrator, toying with
her clit and licking up her juices.  When she came again, she screamed his
name, sobbing it out while he held the vibe inside of her and sucked her clit,
lashing it with his tongue until she was limp from the pleasure.

"Stay
right here, sweetheart," he murmured, finally sliding the vibrator from
her body, which made her jerk and tremble a bit.  Not that it looked like
she'd be going anywhere anytime soon, but he wanted to make sure she didn't try
to follow him.  She looked too exhausted to be moving about, which was
another reason to grin.

That had
been... fucking perfect.  They'd had a couple of bumps and starts getting
to this point, and they'd gotten here sooner than he'd planned, but he didn't
have any regrets.  Especially since Jake already knew, there was no guilt
to deal with or doubts to be had.

Taking the
vibrator into the bathroom, Patrick cleaned it off while he filled up the giant
soaker tub.  The bathroom was the only room in the condo that he'd
renovated; he'd sacrificed some of the shower for the huge tub, but it was
worth it.  He was a big guy, and he needed a big tub if he was going to be
comfortable in it, especially if he was going to be comfortable in it with
another person.  Not that he'd gotten to try it out for that purpose yet,
but he was really fucking looking forward to it.  Before the renovations,
the shower had been huge, but he didn't need a shower that could fit five other
people in it.  He'd rather have both a tub and a shower that fit himself
and another person.

Returning to
the bedroom, Lexie barely stirred as he removed the jewelry from her nipple
rings and picked her up in his arms.  Sticky cum rubbed onto his chest as
she snuggled into him, but he'd never minded that.  Sex was dirty and
that's how it should be.  Made cleaning up more fun.  

Her eyes
fluttered open as he lowered them both into the tub.

"Ooo, I always
wanted to try this," she mumbled.  At least, he was pretty sure
that's what she said.  He'd always wanted to try it to.  Specifically
with her.  It was almost hard to believe that it was actually happening,
but he was going to grab the moment while he could. 

Settling down
in the hot water, which was already starting to soothe his muscles, Patrick
turned on the jets.

******

Tub. 
I'm in the tub.  The Tub of Awesome.  And Patrick's cuddling with
me.  Now I know I'm dreaming.  Feels really fucking nice though...

Of course, if
this had really been an erotic dream, they would have had sex.  Not that
what he'd done was bad.  It had been good.  Amazing. 
Mind-blowing.  But why hadn't they had sex?  Not that she was going
to ask him right now.  Nope, the big Dom was definitely still in uber Dom
mode.  Not that Dom mode was ever far away for Patrick, and she had a
feeling it was going to be even more so now that she'd given him permission to
be the Dom in her life.  Because that's basically what had happened tonight. 
She was okay with that, but she wasn't going to start a fight by questioning
him right now about why they hadn’t had sex.  Maybe later.

Right now was
too nice to ruin.

This tub was
fucking amazing.

Especially
nice was the washcloth that Patrick had soaped up and was now running over her
body.  She'd been kind of shocked by how sexy she'd found it when he'd
spurted his cum on her tits, but she was also happy he was cleaning it off
now.  The initial marking had been erotic, but once it started drying...
well, the nice part was having it cleaned off.

"Mmmm."
 She snuggled happily into him, happy that the tub was so freaking
huge.  He was sitting with her basically on his lap, on her side, while he
leaned against the back of the tub and she didn't feel cramped at all. 
This tub was really the best tub she'd ever seen.  She'd climbed into it,
once, when she was over and just hadn't been able to resist seeing how big it
was.  She'd felt like a child playing in the bathtub, but with her and Patrick
in it, it was the perfect size.

The water jets
were awesome too.

"How are
you feeling?"

Was there a
bit of hesitancy in his voice?  Just a smidge of uncertainty?  Or
maybe she was just hearing things.

"I'm
wonderful," she said honestly, opening her eyes fully and smiling up at
him.  "My shoulders are a little bit sore, but not much, and the hot
water is already helping with that.  My pussy's a little sore too, but in
a good way."

"I should
hope so," he said, practically purring, if a big man like him could be
said to purr.  Purring like a lion, maybe.  It was hot.  Lexie
stroked his chest, still marveling that he was here, and she was here, and she
could touch him as much as she wanted.  If there had been any doubt in his
demeanor, it was gone now and replaced with a satisfied alpha male.

Lowering his
head, he kissed her, gently and she returned it with fervor.  To her
disappointment, he didn't seem to be any more inclined to have sex in the
bathtub than he had been in the bedroom.  Which really was disappointing,
because she'd definitely fantasized about doing naughty things in this
tub.  He fondled and stroked, and let her touch him everywhere but his
cock.

Which was
rigidly hard, pressing against her hip, and yet not doing either of them any
good.  

If he kept
this up, he was going to turn her into a cock-hungry slut for him.  Then
again, maybe that was his plan.  Not like she'd need much priming, but
maybe he didn't know that.

He washed her
thoroughly, scrubbing with the cloth and his fingers, all over her breasts, pussy
and anus, and then dried her just as thoroughly, but - other than the
occasional kisses - he didn't try to push things any farther.  Part of her
wanted to scream in frustration, and another part of her kept reminding herself
that pushing him never got her anywhere except bad places.  They had just
made up over the fact that she'd been pushing him, so she needed to simmer down
for now.

Back in his
bedroom, he opened up his drawer and tossed her a t-shirt.  "Here,
you can wear this until bedtime."

Lexie caught
the shirt, her fingers automatically rubbing the soft material, as she
hesitated.  "Um... bedtime?"

The grin that
he flashed her made her a little weak in the knees.  "Once we go to
bed, I'll expect you to be naked."

"I can't
sleep over," she said, glancing at the clock on his bedside table, her
heart already sinking.  She wanted to, she really, really did, but...
 "All of my stuff is at my place.  I'd have to get up
ridiculously early to get back to my place, get ready and then go to
work."  Which fucking sucked, because... Patrick wanted her to sleep
over!  

She hadn't
just dreamed about the sexy stuff, she'd also fantasized about the
relationship-couples stuff, like sleeping in the same bed and cuddling and
waking up next to each other... here it was being handed to her and she had to
go home!  Dammit!

Patrick
sighed, but he didn't sound frustrated exactly, just resigned.
 "Alright.  Tomorrow you're sleeping over here
though." 

He started
opening drawers, pulling out clothes, as Lexie watched with dawning hope.

"You're
coming to my place?"  She hadn't expected that.  Patrick
disliked sleeping anywhere but his own place, now that he had it.  When he
was younger, he'd slept over at her house with Jake all the time, but since
buying his own place, he'd rarely spent the night anywhere else unless he was
traveling.  Truthfully, it hadn't even occurred to her to ask him.

"Just for
tonight.  Tomorrow you're sleeping over here."  He didn't say it
like a command or demand, exactly, just as a fact.  No wonder some of his
exes had called him a totalitarian jerk, but she'd known what she was signing
up for, she just hadn't expected it quite yet.

"Aren't
you worried about moving too fast?"  Not that she was, but she was
worried that he might be.  This was a really fast turnaround after all.

Pausing as he
picked up an empty bag that was sitting next to his dresser, he looked at her.
 "We've known each other for years, Lexie.  I know you. 
You know me.  I don't want to do the dating game.  I want you."

"Oh..."
 She didn't know what to say, because this was what she wanted, but it
wasn't quite how she pictured it.  Dating wasn't necessary, he was right,
not when it came to getting to know each other, but when it came to romance...

She wasn't
sure what expression crossed her face, but Patrick obviously saw something in
it, because he immediately dropped the bag on the bed next to his clothes and
came over to her.  It occurred to her that she was still standing there,
completely naked, holding his t-shirt, but she'd just been taken so
off-guard.  Cupping her face in his hands, Patrick's face was serious as
he looked into her eyes.

"I want
to go straight into a relationship with you, Pixie," he said softly, his
voice so tender that it actually made a tear spark in her eye.  The inside
of her chest ached.  As sweet as he could be, as caring as he'd always
been, he'd never talked to her in quite this tone before.  "That
doesn't mean that I won't take the time to get to know you on a deeper
level.  It doesn't mean that you won't get flowers or dates or
romance.  I will not take you for granted, and I will cherish you, but I
don't want to play games with you either.  I always knew that if we were
going to do this, it was going to be serious.  I want you in my bed every
night, and by my side as often as I can have you there.  If that's too
much, too fast for you, you can say so, but it's what I'm going to be pushing
for."

"Oh..."
This time she said the word softer, understanding more.  He wasn't
assuming that she was just going to take the scraps that he would give her, he
just wanted something serious, right away.