Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (42 page)

She didn't
protest, just lifted her hips, and he chuckled as he swatted her
backside.  Not hard.  This wasn't a punishment spanking after all,
this was a spanking for the pure pleasure of it.  The kind that started
off with stinging smacks which slowly built into erotic heat, the kind that
would have her pussy dripping even more than it already was.  A slow burn which
would turn her creamy cheeks an attractive light pink, allowing him to watch as
the blush deepened while he stoked the arousal building inside of her.

Sure enough,
after just a few minutes of his measured, steady smacks against her bottom, and
she was already squirming impatiently.  

Looking over
her shoulder at him, she gave him a pleading look.  "Harder... please..."

Her haunches
lifted, offering her butt up for more, and Patrick chuckled.  "Well I
do like to hear you beg."

"Please,
please, please, Patrick," she said immediately, wriggling her hips as she
pleaded.  "I'm all hot and achy inside, and I need more... it's not
enough... spank me harder, please!"

She moaned,
arching, as he obliged.  Topping from the bottom he would never tolerate,
but sweet begging?  Absolutely.  He loved hearing her beg him, not to
mention the sexy sounds she made when he responded.  The heat from her
bottom was already warming his palm as he smacked and then rubbed, soothing the
sting away and helping it morph into pleasure.

Grasping her
by the hips, he pulled her a little farther across his lap, giving him easy
access to the soft, wet petals between her legs.  Sliding his fingers
through the slippery folds, he used his other hand to start spanking her. 
It had the benefit of showering her with sensation, while giving his right hand
a rest.  Spanking bare-handed had its benefits, but a long spanking
session could start to wear out the spanker as much as the spankee.  Using
his left hand gave him a new angle, and it meant he could thrust his fingers
into her pussy, searching out her g-spot while continuing to rain down blows on
her blushing cheeks.

Her body
clenched every time his hand impacted on her backside, her pussy quivering
around his thrusting fingers.  With her hips undulating, Lexie had pressed
her face against his bed and was moaning almost non-stop.  Hot cream
coated his hand as he worked her up, spanking and fucking her with his
fingers.  The slightly raised section of her pussy was easy to find, after
two nights spent exploring her body, and she gasped as he pressed against it
with the pads of his fingers. 

"Oh... oh
fuck... Patrick... oh...  FUCK!"  She shouted out the word in
frustration as he slid his fingers away, feeling the approach of her
orgasm.  Her hands fisted as her back arched, trying to revive the
stimulation.  This time the look she gave him over her shoulder was almost
threatening.  "Please, I was so close."

"I know,
that's why I stopped," he said smugly, running his fingers through the
swollen folds of her labia, teasing her clit, and backing away as her body
trembled with need.  "I want you to start asking permission to cum,
Pixie.  No orgasms until I tell you that you can."

The muscles in
her jaw worked, clenching, as her eyes flashed blue fire.  Watching her
spirit rise up and then decide to submit to him was hotter than any striptease
she could perform for him.  Every time she chose to give in to his
demands, it was a gift, and one he cherished.  It also made him hard as a
rock.

The slow
spanking might be torturous to her, but it was just as much an erotic assault
on his senses.  Especially when he had the temptation of her hot pussy clasping
his fingers, which made it all too easy for him to imagine how her body would
hug his cock once he was buried inside of her.  

"Yes,
Sir," she said finally, lowering her eyelashes.  Hungry lust surged
through him so hard that he was hanging on to his self-control by tooth and
nail.  "May I cum,
please."  
The demand was
pleading, the plea a demand.  He smiled.  

"Not
yet."

Lexie groaned
as he pulled her up into a standing position in between his legs.  Leaning
over, he grabbed the cuffs that he'd half-hidden in the pillows. 
Successfully too, by the way her eyes widened when she saw what he had.

"Hold out
your wrists," he said, putting out one hand, palm up for her to put her
own hands into.  

The soft
leather cuffs went easily around her slim wrists, and he tested the tightness,
making sure he could work his pinky under the restraint.  Perfect. 
Grinning wickedly, he used the cuffs to pull her up onto the bed, enjoying her
sounds of startled surprise as he maneuvered her by her wrists.  

Putting her on
her back on the right side of the bed, he attached the chain linking the cuffs
to the headboard.  Laid out on his bed, arms above her head, legs spread
as he knelt between them, Lexie was an erotic banquet for his senses.  The
smell of her arousal filled his nose, her soft, panting breath seducing his
ears, and the sight of all that cream and pink in the glowing candlelight...
well it was a good thing he'd jacked off in the shower after getting home from
the dojo, or his much vaunted self-control would have already snapped.

The little
pixie looked up at her bound hands and scowled, wriggling a little as she
tugged.  Patrick smiled smugly, watching her vain struggles.  Fuck
that was hot.  Even more so because he could feel her pulse accelerating
as he ran his hands up and down her inner thighs, caressing her.  Being
bound was turning her on.

She scowled as
she turned her attention back to him.  "I want to touch you,"
she complained.

"Maybe
next time."

That was a
good thought.  Next time he'd cuff her ankles and spread them wide apart
and leave her hands free.  

Sliding his
hands up her body, he cupped her breasts, leaning over to suck and tug on her
nipples.  Moaning, Lexie wrapped her legs around him as best she could,
digging her heels into his back to try and urge him to cover her body
completely with his.

But their
height difference was enough that, once he entered her, he'd have to bend
nearly in half to reach her nipples with his mouth.  Which meant that he
was going to take his time to enjoy them now.  It would heighten both of
their anticipation... he wanted her wet and wild, hungry and needing, by the
time he entered her.  Because he wasn't going to last long once he got
inside of her, and he wanted to feel her orgasming around his cock, he needed
her aching for it.

"Oh
fuck..."  Her head pressed against the mattress as her body arched,
her sensitive nipples making her writhe as he played with them.  He loved
hearing the curses fall from her lips, the husky quality to her voice, the
breathy way she spoke as her arousal spiked.  The head of his cock rubbed
against her inner thigh, smearing pre-cum along its surface.  “Please… please
Patrick, make me cum…”

“Not yet.”

Practically
whimpering, Lexie's legs tried to tighten around him again, pulling him towards
her, but her strength was no match for his.  Patrick focused on her
nipples, squeezing her breasts as he laved each one with his tongue in
turn.  The little buds were tight and swollen, eager for his attentions,
her breathing becoming heavier the more he played.  

"Fuck
me... please, Patrick, please, fuck me, I need you inside of me!  Please,
Patrick, fuck me."

The little
minx had realized how much he liked it when she begged.  His cock jerked,
but he just smiled around her nipple and sucked it deeper into her mouth,
interrupting her pleas as she gasped at the sensation of pleasure-pain. 
Reaching down between their bodies with one hand, he lined his cock up with her
pussy and rubbed it up and down the slick length of her slit, teasing her with
the blunt head.

Moaning, Lexie
bucked her hips, rubbing herself against him as he circled her clit and moved
back down to her swollen folds, all the while sucking ferociously on her
nipple.  She could beg all she liked, but he'd only give in when he felt
like it.  The power he had over her, that she gave to him, was
heady.  At any time, she could call the whole thing off, but she just kept
giving him what he demanded, offering her body up on a silver platter, and
accepting the sexual torture of his whims.  

So fucking
perfect.  It was time to truly make her his.

Releasing her
nipple from his mouth with a pop, he shifted above her, lining his cock up
against her pussy and pushing slightly.  Propped up on one arm, looming
over her, he watched as her eyes widened, her lips falling open as she gasped
in sexual excitement as he entered her.  They both moaned at the same time
as his cock breached the tight entrance of her body.  She was like a
silken vise around him, so tight that she was practically strangling his cock
and he barely had more than an inch inside of her. 

"Fuck
Pixie... you're so tight... you have no idea how good that feels."

She opened her
mouth to answer, but he'd already drawn back slightly and was thrusting forward
again, working himself deeper inside of her, and all that emerged was a
moan.  Patrick muttered more curses under his breath as he moved his hips,
thrusting gently but firmly as he slid more of his cock inside of her with
every stroke.  

So fucking
tight.  So fucking perfect.

"Oh my
god... you're inside me.  You're actually inside me."

Those wide,
blue eyes lit up from within, like a kid on Christmas morning, made him feel
like a fucking god.  The awe in her voice, the resolution, like a
revelation of a wish come true, was everything that he felt now that they were
finally joined.  

Still, he
couldn't help the masculine smirk that came to his lips.

"Not
quite all the way inside you, yet, sweetheart."

******

Another
thrust, and Patrick's cock went deeper.  Lexie moaned, writhing, her legs
feeling rubbery as he slid his arms underneath them, pushing them up onto his
shoulders.  With one arm on either side of her body, he had her completely
trapped beneath him and was slowly bending her in half as he filled her with
his cock.  It was so big that it almost hurt, but the pain was so, so
good.  Her pussy felt stretched to its utter limit, and yet her body
greedily hungered for more.

The feel of
him sliding back and forth as he went ever deeper was almost sublime in its
erotic perfection.  Lexie tossed her head back and forth as he fucked her,
so gently, so tenderly, and yet without one second of hesitation.  There
was no sense that he was holding back.  Everything about him, from the
possessiveness in his eyes, to the way he had her caged in with his body, said
that he was claiming her for his own and there was no escape.  Not that
she wanted to get away, but there was seriously something hot about the whole
"run and I'll carry you off to my den” caveman attitude that he had going
on.

The flickering
light from the candles made him seem almost part of the dark shadows on his
ceiling, almost supernatural, like some kind of incubus or sex god.  Like
any good supplicant, she was more than happy to worship him or offer herself up
like a sacrifice.  

But even with
her hands bound and her body bent to his will, that's not how she felt. 
Instead, despite the bondage, despite his alpha-male demeanor, Lexie felt like
he was making love to her.  The look in his eyes was possessive, but
tender too, like he was somehow in awe of her and what she was giving to
him.  His motion was unyielding, but so gentle; he took such care to make
sure that she was feeling nothing but pleasure, even when that pleasure
included a bite of pain.

Intentionally,
she squeezed her pussy around him, wanting to give him a measure of that
ecstasy back to him, and he groaned, sinking deeper.  The feel of him,
embedded so deeply inside of her as his body finally came to rest against hers,
had her gasping.  

"Fuck,
you're big."

That adorable
and oh-so-infuriating smirk was back on his face.  "Ah Pixie, you
always know the right thing to say."

Leaning down,
keeping them fully connected, he pressed a kiss to her lips. 
Automatically, she opened for him so that his tongue could thrust inside,
filling her mouth the same way his cock was filling her pussy.  It was
pure bliss as he kissed her, her body spasming around him, and she was
incredibly thankful that she kept herself limber and flexible, because she
wouldn't have traded this moment for anything in the world.  Being bent in
half could have been incredibly uncomfortable, but all she felt was an
emotional rapture that had her flying high.

The connection
between them wasn't just physical, and it wasn't just about his dominance over
her, although that was a part of it.  She had given herself over to him,
fully and completely, and he had accepted the gift.  More than that, he
was cherishing it.  Every movement of his hips, every caress of his hands,
every sweep of his tongue, all of it combined to reveal a truth that he'd kept
carefully hidden for so long - he loved her.  He hadn't said the words,
but it was in every touch.

They weren't
fucking, they weren't even just having sex... she might be restrained and bent
in half, begging for him with dirty words on her lips, but he was still making
love to her.