Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (45 page)

But he wanted
her on edge.  He liked seeing her trying to work through her frustration,
to hold back the bratty sass that wanted to spill out of her mouth, so that she
could get a reward for being a good girl.  Watching that struggle made his
dominant side both amused and aroused.

This morning
he'd woken up to a fucking fantastic blowjob.  She was always awake before
him, because she got up early during the week, and this time she'd managed to
get her mouth around his cock while he was still in deep sleep.  Waking up
to the feel of her tongue fluttering along the length of his cock, her lips
wrapped around his shaft, had been mind-blowing.  He hadn't been able to
think, he'd been so caught up in just feeling, with his hands on the back of
her head, thrusting up between her lips, until he'd had a draining orgasm while
she'd sucked him dry.

To her extreme
annoyance, afterwards, he'd cuddled her, showered with her, and then set her to
work cleaning his apartment while he went out shopping.  There was a
particular order that he'd put in over a week ago to pick up, which was the big
thing, along with a few other items.  Despite his morning blow job, he
ended up with a hard-on for most of the afternoon while he plotted out exactly
what he was going to do with his lovely Lexie tonight.

When he'd
gotten home, his condo had been spotless, and his sweet, naked submissive had
been seething.  She'd made dinner for him, smiled at him, and didn't even
sass him, but he could see it in her eyes.  Waiting for her pleasure was
making her more than cranky.  It was also making her better behaved than
ever. 

She could have
disobeyed him and played with herself while he was gone.  Gotten herself
off.  Found her own relief, despite knowing she’d be punished for it. 
But she hadn't, despite how frustrated it made her, despite how pissed she got
at him.  

Which made him
want to take her back into his bedroom and fuck her senseless.  She was so
fucking perfect for him.  But he'd gotten a rigid grasp on his control and
made both of them wait.  It would be worth it.  After dinner, Lexie
had cleaned up the dishes while he'd gone to the bedroom to lay out everything
he wanted her to wear tonight.

"Lexie? 
Come in here when you're done," he called, looking at the array on the
bed, well pleased with himself.  

It didn't
surprise him when she appeared in the doorway mere seconds later. 
Naked.  There was a sultry smile on her lips and fire in her eyes, daring
him to keep her waiting.  

"Come
here, Pixie, let's get you ready for the club."  

Despite her
impatience with him, pure pleasure lit up her face as she came into the
room.  She was eager to go to the club.  Even if she hadn't been
waiting the past twenty-four hours for an orgasm, he knew she would still have
been eager.  It pleased him that she wanted to play at the club.  If
she'd truly wanted to engage in some exhibitionism, he would have put aside his
possessiveness, but it pleased him even more that she was perfectly happy in
the theme rooms.  In fact, he'd picked up on a little bit of possessive
jealousy at the idea of scening out in the main part of the Dungeon. 
Which also pleased him.

******

Sucking in her
breath, Lexie shivered a bit as Patrick tightened the waist cincher even
more.  She knew it was one of the things he'd picked up today when he was
out.  It was obviously one of Angel's creations, done in black and silver
silk which was decorated with tiny, blue embroidered flowers.  She'd
admired the fabric before, when she'd been at Angel's house, so that's how she
knew.  That, and the cincher was perfectly fitted to her, settling in
between her hips and breasts, cupping but not pressing against the soft mounds
of flesh, leaving them completely on display. 

The press of
the cincher around her was like being held tightly by Patrick's arms, so tight
that she couldn't breathe too deeply, and yet she didn't want to be let go
either.  It made her feel safe.  Loved.  Especially because he'd
picked it out for her.  

There were
three boxes laid out on the bed next to where the corset had been, all of them
slightly different sizes.  She couldn't even begin to guess what he might
have inside of them.  

As his hand
caressed her bottom, she drew in a quick breath as heat and arousal
surged.  She was so freaking horny... had been so freaking horny all day
in fact.  He was driving her absolutely nuts, and at the same time, she
loved it.  The swollen throbbing between her legs while she'd cleaned his
condo this afternoon had excited her even as she'd wanted to kill him for
leaving her so needy.  She'd liked being wet for him all day, thinking
about him all day, wondering what they were going to do at the club
tonight.  It had driven her crazy too, but there was no denying that she'd
craved it as well. 

If he'd
actually given in and gotten her off before they went to the club, it wouldn't
have been nearly as exciting.  

"Bend
over and put your elbows on the bed."  His fingers slid inwards, to
the crease of her buttocks, and then down to the sensitive little hole nestled
between her cheeks.  Beneath it, her pussy was leaking like a sieve.
 

His fingers
left her, and she heard the familiar snapping sound of the lube bottle being
opened.  Seconds later, a cool slick finger was pushing its way into her
anus, and she moaned.  Patrick played with her ass often, and she had
started to love it.  She even liked wearing the plug when she wasn't
around him, or he wasn't home, and feeling that back entrance stretched around
something.  Although, she now wore a larger one, which stayed inside of
her easier than the smaller one she'd originally requested.  She was
determined not to have another embarrassing moment of losing it.

The tight hole
stretched and spasmed, sensitive nerve endings buzzing as he fucked her ass with
his finger for a minute, before adding a second one.  The slight burn as
her hole stretched had her pussy spasming with jealousy.  

"Open up
the box on the left."

Blinking, the
boxes came back into focus.  He'd bent her over so that they were right in
front of her.  She reached out and grabbed the one on the left, opening it
as he continued to press his fingers in and out of her anus.  When she got
the top off, she gasped, and her buttocks instinctively clenched around
him.  Inside was a glass plug, the same brilliant blue as the first one
he'd ever given her, but this one was bigger.  Thicker, longer, and just
as unyielding.  Her anus spasmed at the thought of having it inside of her,
and she whimpered.

"Oh
god..."

"Hand me
the plug, Pixie."

Her breath came
faster as she realized that he was going to put it inside of her right
now.  It would be the biggest thing she'd ever have in her ass now, and a
shiver of fear went down her spine as her pussy creamed.  Even though she
knew that Patrick would never hurt her, the plug was intimidating. 
Scary.  He made an approving noise as she handed the plug back to him, and
she knew that he was enjoying seeing her reaction.

The fingers
that had lubricated her rear channel withdrew, leaving her achingly empty and
tense, because she knew what was coming.  She could hear him spreading
lube on the big plug, and the anxiety of waiting amped up her arousal and her
trepidation.  When the cold nose of the plug nudged against her crinkled
hole, she couldn't help but tense up.

Patrick's free
hand came down on her lower back, just under the cincher and just above her
butt cheeks.  "Relax, Pixie.  This won't hurt more than you let
it."

"So very
comforting, Sir," she said through gritted teeth. 

SMACK! 
SMACK!

Her body
bucked as his hand came down fast and hard, spanking each butt cheek.  She
relaxed automatically as his hand returned to its resting position, and he
immediately took the opportunity to slide the end of the plug into her ass,
before she tensed up again.

"Breathe
in… and out," he said softly, gently.  Coaxing, rather than
ordering.  Lexie took a shaky breath and let it out, forcing her muscles
to release their tension at the same time.  The plug pressed inward, and
she whimpered again. 

She could
already feel it, cold and yet starting to warm, stretching her anus wider than
his fingers had.  Digging her fingers into the bed sheets, she dropped her
head down and tried to breathe slowly, as deeply as she could in the cincher
and this position.  It made her feel a little light-headed, which also
made it easier for her muscles to start to relax. 

The plug
worked back and forth, going a little deeper each time, stretching her a little
more.  Patrick's fingers made soothing little circles on her lower back
and upper buttocks as he murmured encouragement, telling her how pretty her
little pink asshole looked, stretching around the plug, and what a good girl
she was being.  Warmth trickled through her, because she was doing this
for him, and she wanted to please him.  She sure as hell didn't want to
disappoint him, and he wanted the plug in her ass.

"Almost
there, sweetheart, you're at just about the widest point."

Groaning,
because it already felt like her asshole was stretched as widely as it could
go, Lexie felt sweat beading the back of her neck.  The discomfort was
strong, and yet her pussy was pulsing non-stop.  She could cum so easily,
so quickly, with just a bit of stimulation against her clit.  Her ass
throbbed with a painful ache that she knew wasn't going to go away once he got
the plug worked into her ass.

A sharper pain
lanced through her, and she cried out as he pushed the unyielding plug in, her
asshole snapping shut behind it.  Not that it could close all the way, but
the little notch between the bulb of the plug and the base was much more
comfortable than being stretching incessantly.  Panting, Lexie shifted
back and forth on the balls of her feet, trying to settle into the feeling of
having something so large impaling her.  The cool surface was quickly heating
to her body's temperature, but that didn't help with the largeness of the plug.

"Good
girl."  Patrick's voice was warm as he swatted her ass. 

SMACK! 
SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

His palm was
firm but not too hard, rousing her without punishing her.  As her ass clenched
reflexively, she couldn't help but moan and wriggle, pleasure and heat pushing
past the discomfort.

SMACK! 
SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

When he
stopped, she wanted to beg him to continue... except that what she really
wanted was for him to finish so that they could get to the club and the
scene.  Because she knew there was no way he was going to get her off
here.  Dammit.  The surface of her butt felt warm in such a delicious
way, and the spanking had actually helped her adjust to the thick invader inside
her ass.  

"Stand up
and spread your legs."  Patrick's voice was a little hoarse, in that
husky way that let her know he was seriously turned on too.  She loved
hearing his voice sound like that.

Picking up the
second box, Patrick had to adjust his cock before kneeling down in front of
her.  The scent of her pussy was nearly overwhelming, slickness glistening
on her lips and the very tops of her thighs.  From the way she was
shifting, he could tell that she was still a bit discomforted by the large plug
he'd just pushed into her.  Which made him even more turned on.  

Such a pretty,
perfect sub, taking that big, hard plug just to please him.  He was very,
very pleased.  

Unfortunately
for her, she wasn't going to be rewarded yet.  Just tormented more. 

Opening the
box, he looked up to see if she recognized what was in it.  Her brow was
scrunched up in the way it always did when she was presented with a puzzle or
something she didn't understand.

"Have you
seen one of these before?" he asked, picking it up.  To a bystander's
eye, it might look like a hair ornament.  It was one piece of silver
metal, curved into a horseshoe shape, but much narrower, so that the two prongs
nearly pressed together.  Decorative jewels dangled from each end of the prong. 

"I don't
think so?" she said, making it more of a question than a statement, her
confusion evident.  

"Well
then this should be interesting," he murmured, smiling up at her
wickedly.  He did love to see the expression on her face when he did
something unexpected.  Putting his finger between the prongs, he held them
open as his other hand tugged on her labia.  Above him, Lexie gasped, her
body shuddering in reaction.

He slid the
prongs over her labia, tucking the rounded end over her clit and then pulled
his finger out of the way so that the prongs pressed together. Between them,
her labia and clit pouted, trapped between the silver lengths, the little
jewels dangling between her legs.

"That
feels... really weird..." Lexie said, shimmying her hips a little bit as
she looked down, obviously trying to see exactly what he'd done.  She
gasped as he brushed his fingers over her trapped labia and clit.  He'd
basically just clamped her labia together, as well as her clit, and the jewelry
would hold her pussy shut.  Because they weren't as strong as nipple
clamps, it wouldn't trap her blood flow in quite the same way, but it would
make her much more sensitive.  “What is it?”

“Labia
jewelry, for a pretty, non-pierced pussy.”

Biting down on
her lower lip, she shifted her weight back and forth, her body obviously having
some trouble getting used to the new sensations.  His cock was hard as a
rock from watching her.  As he stood, he slid his hands up her body,
caressing her curves, which were exaggerated by the waist cincher.

Her eyes
sparkled at him with eagerness, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips.
 "Let me guess, there's something for my nipples in the last
box."

It wasn't a
bad guess, considering that his hands had stopped their upward momentum on her
breasts.  He liked holding her breasts, feeling the press of her nipples
into his hand, the coolness of the silver rings.  Knowing that it was time
for the last box, his chest tightened.  He thought he knew what her answer
would be, but he wasn't arrogant enough to be completely sure.

"Ah...
not exactly, no."

As if she
sensed his anxiousness, despite his attempt to be as blank faced as possible,
Lexie stilled, looking up at him curiously.  Tension hung in the air,
anticipation thrumming between them.  

Dropping his
hands away from her breasts, he turned and picked up the last box.  His
face felt like a mask, hiding his emotions as he turned it towards her so that
when he opened it, she would be able to see what was inside immediately.

Her eyes
widened when he lifted the lid and she realized it was a jewelry box. 

Inside, laid
out on velvet, was a shimmering strand of silver with little blue stones inset
along its length.  As always, the blue was the same as her eyes. 
Lexie's jaw dropped as she stared at the deceptively delicate piece.

"Do you
know what this is?"  Patrick asked softly.

"A
collar?" she asked, her hand coming up to hover over the necklace, as if
she was afraid of touching it.  Her face had paled, and with her head
tilted slightly down to look at it, he couldn't read her expression.  It
felt like his heart was pounding in his chest.

He'd never
offered a woman his collar before.  Never even considered it. 
Sometimes he'd wondered if he ever would.  His friends hadn't felt the
need to, with their girlfriends.  But as soon as Lexie had signed the
contract, he'd ordered this one for her.  He hadn't felt the need to wait
and see how things went between them.  He'd started off this relationship
deadly serious about her and that hadn't changed in the past couple of weeks,
if anything, he'd just become more sure that she was what he wanted for the
rest of his life.

A collar
wasn't quite the same as a proposal, at least not to everyone, but for him it
was.  The conventional proposal would come later, possibly months from
now, but he wanted his collar around her neck, proclaiming her as his for
anyone who recognized what it was.  Unlike the training collar, this
collar was meant to be worn all the time.

Unfortunately
there was hesitation and uncertainty apparent in Lexie's body language, and he
didn't know if it's because she was unsure about the collar or about him.

"You
don't have to wear it," he said softly.  "If you're more
comfortable in the training-"

"No! 
I mean, yes... yes I want to wear it."  Her conviction was fierce,
and she finally put her hand down on it, her eyes coming up to meet his,
flashing with passion and glistening with tears.  Patrick's heart felt
like it stuttered inside of his chest with relief.

He picked it
up and tossed the box onto the bed, not even looking at where he threw
it.  Opening the clasp, which they'd have welded shut sometime in the
future, he held it up to her throat, leaning his head down for a kiss at the
same time. 

Slim fingers
stroked his chest as his tongue parted her lips, and his hands came together at
the back of her neck.  The kiss, the collar, both were promises to be kept
between them.  

An almost
savage satisfaction ran through him as the clasp snapped closed around her
neck.  He cupped the back of her head, holding her against him, ruthlessly
plundering her mouth with his tongue as his passion raged, trying to break
through his control.

But that
wasn't the plan for tonight.  They were going to the club, where he could
finish claiming her completely.  Pulling away, both of them breathing
heavily, he smiled as he saw the delicate silver chain around her throat,
hugging the base of it.  

Mine.

******

Lexie couldn't
stop touching her collar.  It was so light around her neck that she had to
keep stroking it to make sure it was really there.  She had never thought
that Patrick might want to collar her.  Collaring wasn't something every
couple did, even if they were involved in BDSM.  Somehow, she doubted that
Liam or Rick would ever do it.  She could maybe picture Adam wanting a
collar on Angel's neck... maybe Justin even if Chris didn't seem the
type. 

She hadn't
realized how good it would make her feel.  If the corset was like
Patrick's arms around her body, holding her tight, the collar was something
even more.  Not just a physical reminder that she'd wear every day, but
also a visible token of his emotion, his love, as well as his ownership over
her body.  An ownership that she'd given to him, like a gift.

A gift that
she'd not regretted, one that he obviously cherished.  The collar
acknowledged that gift and proclaimed it for the entire world to see... but for
anyone who didn't know its significance, it would just be a beautiful necklace
from her boyfriend.  

The collar had
a much larger effect on her than the butt plug or the waist cincher did, even
when she couldn't sit comfortably on the car ride to the club.  She barely
noticed how much she was shifting, sitting up as straight as she could to
breathe more easily, trying not to jostle the plug too much.  The discomfort
took a backseat to the joy and pleasure of stroking her collar.  

Freddy
recognized what it was the second she and Patrick walked in and she took off
her coat.  Although, it seemed that he'd dressed her to draw attention to
it anyway.  Her waist cincher's little blue flowers matched the blue
stones in the necklace and the silver chain matched the silver fabric. 
Even the jewels brushing against her inner thighs as she walked matched the
collar.  

Walking, with
the clamp on her pussy lips, was the only thing that nearly distracted her from
the collar.  The swollen lips were so sensitive that just moving her
thighs against them made her want to whimper.  She was so, so wet, her
clit clasped tightly between the prongs, and yet there was no relief in sight. 
The plug was so big that it was also jostled by her movements, causing a few
sharp twinges of discomfort, but mostly heightening her arousal.

"Congratulations,"
Freddy whispered to her, giving her a big grin and thumbs up after Patrick had
turned to head into the club. 

"Thanks,"
Lexie whispered back, giving him a little wave before moving after Patrick, as
quickly as she could considering the throbbing heat between her legs.

Jared was at
the door to the club, his eyes determinedly on her face as she passed by.

"Good for
you," he said to Patrick, giving Lexie an encouraging smile.  She
smiled back up at him.  Club gossip about the collar would go around
quickly, just as it had when it had come out that Patrick and Lexie had signed
an exclusive contract.  The subs were calling them Paxie - but not where
Patrick could hear.  Lexie thought it was hilarious, although she hadn't
had the nerve to mention it to him.  Some things Patrick just did not have
a sense of humor about.  

As for their
friends, with Jared here, even if none of them were in the club tonight, she
didn't doubt they'd all know by tomorrow morning that Patrick had collared
her.  Heck, they might even know by the time she and Patrick were done
with their scene.  It all depended on whether Jared waited till he wasn't
working to send the first text.

Turned out, it
didn't matter.  Adam and Angel were at the bar with Rick and Maria. 
Although Patrick led her by the bar, with just a wave at their friends, Adam's
eyes zeroed in on Lexie's neck immediately.  It didn't help that she
couldn't wipe the silly, love-struck grin on her face away.  She knew that
he immediately knew the significance of the silver glimmering around her neck,
which meant all their friends were going to know, probably within the hour. 
Adam elbowed Rick, nodding at Patrick and Lexie, and leaning in to whisper in
his ear.  She got a glimpse of Rick's startled expression just before they
passed out of her eyesight, unless she wanted to turn her head to look at them.

She was pretty
sure Rick wasn't startled because of her outfit, although all of the guys had
had that look on their face initially.  Over the past couple of weeks, all
her former Sentinels had gotten used to seeing her in various states of undress
at Stronghold.  Like Jared, they mostly kept their eyes on her face, as if
they could pretend that Patrick didn't often have her breasts on display. 
Which, when she thought about it, was actually kind of amusing considering
Patrick's possessive reaction about scening with her in a more private
setting.  Then again, showing everyone what they couldn't touch was one
thing, actually displaying her at her most vulnerable, at their most intimate,
was something else.

At the base of
the stairs, Patrick stopped, and Lexie quickly came to a halt as he turned
towards her.

"Walk up
the stairs in front of me.  We're going to the Arabian Nights room."

Her favorite
room, because it was so romantic.  Anticipation fizzed through her as she
took the first step.  

It felt
strange, walking in front of him.  Usually when they walked around the
club, Patrick had her either beside him or just behind him.  Glancing over
her shoulder, she realized that he was several steps behind her, and staring
straight at her ass.

Heat bloomed
in her cheeks as she wondered what kind of view he would have from there. 
She was sure that he could see the flat, blue base of the plug nestled between
her butt cheeks at the very least.  With the prongs clamping her labia
together, she wouldn't be surprised if he could see her swollen lips as well;
definitely the little jewels dangling down between her legs.  Knowing
where his gaze was made her even more aware of the lower half of her body,
heightening the sensations as pleasure and sensual awareness curled in her
stomach.

******

He was going
to have Lexie walk in front of him more often.  Especially up
stairs.  The view was spectacular, and he was very glad that he had
decided not to include a skirt in her outfit tonight.  Yes, there was a
possessive, jealous beast rampaging inside of him whenever someone looked at
her, but there was also the satisfied Dom who enjoyed showing off his
submissive and seeing others' admiration.  Besides, he'd noticed that
Lexie truly was a bit of an exhibitionist; she became aroused from walking
around the club partially nude.  He could deal with some possessive
jealousy in order to satisfy his submissive.  His Lexie.