Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (46 page)

The glinting
blue plug, winking at him between her cheeks, made him grin.  With the
collar on her neck, and such an obviously large plug - obvious mostly by the
way she was walking - he'd practically made an announcement that he was
claiming her, completely, tonight.  There would be no part of her that was
no longer his.  

She led the
way to the Arabian Nights room, although she had no way of knowing that he'd
stopped by earlier in the day to make some alterations.  Nothing huge, but
he had no intention of using the bed in there tonight.  

When she
stepped inside, she came to a halt.  Looking over her shoulder, Patrick
smiled in satisfaction.  

He'd moved the
throne chair out of the way, and in its place was a huge mirror, propped up
against the wall.  In front of the mirror was a spanking bench, already
adjusted so that it was almost at a ninety degree angle, ensuring that the
lucky submissive strapped to it would be looking straight ahead at herself in
the mirror.  

Lexie whirled
around, staring up at him almost accusingly.  "You changed the room
around."

"Yes I
did."  Satisfaction was heavy in his voice.  Behind his zipper,
his cock jerked.  "Now go put yourself over the spanking bench so
that I can make sure that the next time you speak to me in the club, you
remember to call me Sir.  Or, better, Master."

It was damn
adorable when she bit her lip like that, going from fiery brat to uncertain
submissive in a heartbeat.  Wide eyes stared up at him, accusation
extinguished to be replaced by sensual excitement and a woman's worry over her
poor behind.  He doubted she realized that her fingers had come up to
stroke her collar again.  She'd been doing it ever since he'd put it on
her, and every time she did, his cock pulsed.

"Now,
Pixie."

His voice
seemed to jolt her out of whatever thoughts she was having and she spun around,
a little wobbly on her heels.  Immediately, he put out his hand, but he ended
up not touching her as she righted herself on her own and walked over to the
bench.  Watching her bend her body over it, putting her hands and knees in
place, was almost as delightful as watching her walk up the stairs had been.

The
heart-shaped cheeks of her bottom quivered slightly and then relaxed, a
gorgeous frame to the blue plug's base which was in the center.  Her
swollen pussy lips and clamped labia were slick and shiny with her cream, the
little red nub of her clit poking out invitingly.  Settling into position,
Lexie looked forward in the mirror, which allowed her to stare straight at him
in the reflection. 

Lust, need,
wariness and eagerness all flickered across her face as she watched him pick up
a leather paddle from one of the tables near the bed.  He'd left it out,
knowing that he'd probably use it at some point tonight. 

Stepping up
behind her and slightly to the side, he tapped the paddle against his thigh,
meeting her eyes in the mirror as he began to rub his free hand over the creamy
cheeks of her ass.  "Do you understand why you're being
punished?"

"Yes,
Sir."

Little
minx.  He hadn't insisted on Master, but she'd known he would have
preferred it, and her eyes glinted with mischievousness in the mirror. 
Daring him.  His lips curved into a smile.  So she wanted to play it
that way, did she?

"Good. 
Your safe word is 'red.'"

"Yes,
Sir."

She barely
gotten the words out before he snapped his hand back and brought the paddle
down hard on the back of her thigh. 

THWAP!

"OW!"
 Shock resonated in her voice as she lurched forward, obviously unprepared
for the sharp pain that lanced through her.  She'd been expecting a blow
to her upturned rump, not the sensitive back of her thigh, and he'd known it.

"Back in
position," he ordered, holding up the paddle again, watching her in the
mirror so that she could see he was prepared to bring it down on her other
thigh the moment she was back in place.

Blinking, eyes
looking a little liquid, she sniffed a bit and moved herself back.  It
would have been easier for her if he'd tied her down, but tonight Patrick
wanted to watch her struggle a bit more.  Dominating her with his
commands, rather than giving her the easier task of submitting to her bonds.

As she settled
back down on the bench, Patrick brought the paddle down again.

THWAP!

This time she
was more prepared for it, but she still jerked slightly and gave a small cry as
the pain flared through her.  He could see her muscles tensing, flexing
and probably squeezing the large plug in her ass as she squirmed on top of the
bench.  The two pink prints on the backs of her thighs made him
grin.  He glanced in the mirror, to see her watching him with slightly
narrowed eyes.

Yes, she was
able to watch herself, but she was also going to be able to see him and his
expressions.  The mirror would be revealing for both of them.  Lexie
was going to know exactly how much he enjoyed every dirty, erotic moment.

THWAP! 
THWAP!  THWAP!  THWAP!

******

The rounded
cheeks of her ass were on fire from the sharp blows of the paddle, although
none of them could compare to the stinging smacks Patrick occasionally landed
on her thighs.  Watching him land each smack so precisely, with such focus
on her backside, was so damned sexy even though it hurt like hell. 

He wasn't
giving her a punishment spanking, but he wasn't holding back either.

Hot flames
licked at her backside as it clenched around the thick plug in her anus. 
Fortunately, he was careful to avoid actually smacking the base of the plug,
she had no doubt that would hurt like a bitch, considering how large the toy
was.  

It was hard to
get enough breath to gasp and moan, the cincher around her waist making it
impossible for her to breathe deeply.  It made her light-headed, giddy,
and confused her body even further.  Conflicting sensations rioted through
her as she panted.  

They looked
beautiful in the mirror, her bent over and submitting to him, Patrick standing
behind her like a stern god doling out erotic punishment to her.  Every
inch of her lower body throbbed, her clit felt like it was twice its usually
size and oh so sensitive to the rush of air that flowed over it every time the
paddle landed.  

She gripped
the hand rests of the bench tightly, forcing herself to stay in place as the
paddle came down again, and she cried out.  The sting pierced her, before
being followed by a hot rush of pleasurable warmth in the exact same area.
 

"Have you
learned your lesson, Lexie?"

"Yes,
Sir," she gasped out, shuddering as his hand came down to caress her
ass.  The lustful expression on his face as he squeezed her buttock,
roughly, sent a shiver down her spine, even as her pussy clenched
emptily.  Fuck, she needed him inside of her so bad, she was going to go
crazy with it. 

"Do you
know what we're going to do tonight, Pixie?"

"No, Sir,"
she said, shaking her head.  Patrick never gave hints.

His eyes met
hers in the mirror, his hand sliding down her butt cheek and tapping against
the base of the plug.  It made the big toy jolt inside of her and she
clenched automatically. 

"You're
going to watch me take your anal virginity."

Fuck, if she'd
been breathless before, that was nothing compared to how she felt now.  A
heady giddiness swamped her as Patrick twisted the plug, tugging at it gently
so that it pulled on the tight ring of her sphincter while she shuddered and
moaned at the sensation.

"Would
you like that, Pixie?"

"Yes,
Sir."

"Tell
me."

Oh fuck. 
Her throat felt tight, constricted, as she stared helplessly at him in the
mirror while he toyed with the plug.  Being tied up while Patrick had his
way with her was always hot, and she'd thought she'd felt vulnerable at those
moments, but they were nothing compared to this one.  Nothing holding her
down, nothing restraining her or binding her place; she was just going to lay
here and, not just let him, ask him to fuck her virgin ass.  Hot need
coursed through her as he waited, spinning the plug back and forth.  The
sensation wasn't uncomfortable, just strange, and verging on the edge of being
highly pleasurable if she could just get her head around it.

"Please,
Sir," she whispered, licking her lips, unable to take her eyes away from
his.  "Please fuck my virgin ass."

"You
don't sound very sure, Pixie," he said, his voice warm and hungry. 
He tugged on the base, pulling it away from her body, enough to stretch her but
not enough to pull it free, and she gasped as her tight hole spasmed around it.

"Please,
Sir... I want you inside my ass... I want you to take my last virginity... I've
been saving it for you."

The shock on
his face would have made her extremely smug in another situation.  She
honestly hadn't meant to tell him, not yet, but her brain wasn't right at the
moment.  Maybe she really wasn't getting enough air, or maybe she'd just
gone past the point of being able to hold anything back from him, but the words
had come out without thought.

His eyes
softened even as the expression on his face hardened into something ferociously
possessive, even more so than when he'd put the collar on her earlier.  

"I'm
honored, sweetheart," he said, his voice so tender that it was completely
at odds with the fire across the skin on her ass and the depraved, lustful
needs of her body.  "I'll take good care of you."

"I know
you will."  Her ass might be burning from the paddling, her pussy
lips throbbing from the clamp, and her breath coming in short, soft pants, but
she trusted him completely.  There was no doubt in her mind that he would
never hurt her, and that everything he did was ultimately done for her
pleasure.

She cried out
as he pulled the plug, surprising her while her body was still relaxed. 
The empty hole gaped and spasmed, as Patrick carefully set the big plug off to
the side.  His eyes never left her, his caressing, possessive eyes. 
Lexie whimpered as she watched him take off his clothes, piling them on the
bed, before grabbing a thing of lube and spreading it liberally over his cock.
 

Even those few
minutes weren't enough for her ass to close up completely, and she could feel
it as he put the fat head of his cock at the entrance to her body.  Their
gazes met in the mirror, making her mouth go dry at the sight of him behind
her, preparing himself.  The image would be burned into her memory until
the day she died. 

"Are you
ready, Pixie?" he asked softly, gently.  The soothing voice of a lover.

"Yes,
Master."

Just before he
pushed, his hand slid down to her pussy and pulled the clamp off.  She
moaned as blood rushed back into her sensitive parts with a pleasurable surge
of sensation, completely different from nipple clamps, just as his cock pushed
against the tight ring of her sphincter.  In the mirror she could see him,
jaw clenched, teeth gritted, and his eyes... his intensely focused eyes on her
face as he breached her last virginity.

"Oh
fuck..."  She gasped as her body opened for him, shuddering as the
head of his cock popped past the tight ring of her sphincter.  While the
head was wider than the shaft, his shaft was still far thicker than the notch
that her anus had settled into on the plug.

The sensation
was hot and unyielding, her sphincter burning as it tried to close further and
was unable to, gripping him so tightly that she doubted he would have been able
to move without the lube that he'd spread on himself.  Flames licked her
inside and out as his hands came down on her ass, squeezing her reddened
cheeks, distracting her slightly from the discomfort of the huge cock that was
impaling her from behind.  Her pussy spasmed emptily as he pushed deeper,
opening her up in a completely different way than the plug had.

Every
centimeter he gained felt as though it was scraping against her delicate
insides, stretching her almost unbearably.  The tight ring of muscle at
her entrance ached, even as his cock rubbed over a wonderfully sensitive spot
inside of her.  She felt heavy and full and oh so complete.  It hurt so
damned good, and it felt unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.  

******

Seeing Lexie's
eyes practically glazed over in the mirror, Patrick doubted that she was
watching them anymore.  Her focus had turned entirely inward once he'd
started to bury himself inside of her as she struggled to relax herself, to
accommodate the new dimensions of her rear channel.  As her muscles
fluttered around his cock, he murmured soothing encouragement that fell on deaf
ears, rubbing her ass with his hands to help her adjust.  

With about
half of his cock enveloped in her last virgin hole, he began to rock back and
forth, making her gasp and tighten as she experienced true thrusting in her
hole for the first time.  The wild look on her face was one of sensual
abandon, even as she grimaced with discomfort.  Not once did she protest
or beg him to stop or even slow.