Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4) (6 page)

"Spread your legs, sweetheart," Master Michael said,
standing.  "Let me see that pretty pussy."

******

Fuck.  This was more torturous than anything any Dom or Domme
could have ever devised for a submissive.  His cock was hard as a rock,
and at the same time, he wanted to tear another man apart.  All because of
Lexie.  Little Pixie.  

But no matter how hard he tried, the vision of her as a little
girl had been completely replaced in his mind by the sexy, curious, submissive
woman in front of him.  There was no doubting anymore that she was
submissive.  Something he'd known from the moment he'd bent her over his
desk.  Why did he keep trying to talk himself into putting up more road
blocks?

Oh right, because he wasn't going to go there until Jake got
home.  And the more road blocks she tore down, the harder it was for him
to hold to that conviction.

Her bright blue eyes were already slightly dazed, her pretty pink
nipples erect and looking oh so suckable with their dangling silver
decorations.  The lacy thong she'd been wearing hadn't covered much, but
when Michael had stripped it off, Patrick's possessive fury had pounded even
harder in his head.  Like some kind of primal instinct from caveman days,
demanding that he mark his territory and chase off the interloper.  God,
if he could only do just that. 

It made him want to punch his fist through the wall as Lexie
spread her legs, spread her pussy, for another man.  

That could have been me.

No, it couldn't have been. Not yet anyway.  Even if Jake had
been home, Patrick wasn't sure if he would have managed to talk to his best
friend about Lexie yet anyway.  He still didn’t know how Jake would feel about
Patrick wanting to date her, much less whether or not Lexie could even handle
what Patrick needed in a relationship.  Until he knew that, it was easier to
just put off talking to Jake.  Now he was going to see if Lexie really could
handle a scene, if submission was something she truly desired.  Michael
wasn't going to do anything but an Introduction scene.  Patrick knew
Lexie, knew that she wouldn't have included sex within the limits of this
scene.  At least, he really fucking hoped he still knew Lexie.  

Michael attached a spreader bar to her ankles, to force her to
keep her legs spread.  With her feet spread so wide, it lessened the
amount of slack in the chain restraining her wrists, inhibiting her movements
even more.  He could see the moment she became aware of that, the sudden flutter
of fear accompanied by arousal and excitement.  The kind of reaction every
Dom loved to see when a pretty little submissive was first restrained. 

"What's your color, honey?"  Master Michael
asked. 

Lexie smiled at him beatifically, making Patrick clench his fists.
 "Green."

"Good girl."

Her smiled widened.  Patrick's chest ached. 
Dammit.  That smile could have been his.  Should have been his. 
Hell, he'd be jacking off to it later tonight.  To this whole image. 
Lexie, splayed and restrained, and being so perfectly submissive it fucking
killed him.  Just like she'd been in his office.  

"Let's start you off light, shall we?"  Michael
asked, reaching into his bag to pick up a flogger.  From his post, Patrick
could see that it was a multi-strand, suede flogger.  It would deliver
very little sting, more of a thud, and warm up her skin so that she could take
a little more after he was done with it.  Patrick clenched his jaw so that
he didn't do something stupid, like halt the scene.

Lexie closed her eyes as Michael moved around behind her.  A
little shiver went through her body.  There was something glowing about
the anticipatory expression on her face.  When the first blow landed, on
her left upper shoulder, her body jerked in surprise and her lips made a soft
'o'.  Fucking gorgeous.

******

For some reason, she hadn't expected Michael to aim the flogger
anywhere but her butt.  The strands thudded against her upper back and she
arched, opening her mouth in surprise, even though no sound came out.  Not
because she was holding back, but just because she was too confused to know
what kind of sound to make. 

The lashes landed on her right shoulder and then down to her butt
- left check, right cheek and back up.  A figure eight.  He was
making a kind of figure eight on her back.  

She'd closed her eyes because she'd wanted to block out everything
else in the room and just concentrate on how this felt.  Of course, she
couldn't help but hear the other breathy moans, the smack of flesh against
flesh, but that just added to the scene.  With her eyes closed, she
couldn't become too distracted by exactly what was happening all over the
Dungeon.  Or by Patrick, who was standing to the side, glowering, and
making her feel more nervous than anything else.

With her eyes closed, she floated, anticipating and enjoying the
slight pain of the flogger as the strands impacted against her body.  It
didn't sting exactly, but at the same time it kind of did.  In a good
way.  A really good way.  Every blow made her skin feel more
sensitive, as if every nerve ending was slowly waking up beneath the steady
assault.  

Suddenly the strands wrapped around her thigh, and she gasped, her
arms automatically tugging on the restraints.  Of course, she couldn't
move, she couldn't even close her legs, and the sudden rush of vulnerability
was accompanied by even more arousal.  Master Michael was flogging her
thighs, her bottom, her shoulders, and she cried out as one stroke flicked up
between her legs to land against the folds of her pussy.

It made a wet smacking sound... she hadn't even realized how
turned on she'd become.  Her eyes opened in shock, her head falling back
slightly, but the other scenes had no hope of distracting her now.  There
was a blurry quality to her vision, as if her focus was turned completely
inward rather than outward.  

The flogger wrapped around each thigh one more time, and then
Master Michael was walking in front of her.  He studied her, a small,
sadistic smile on his lips, and then lifted the flogger again.  Lexie
couldn't help it, she tensed, but it didn't matter. 

The strands fell against her breasts, making her moan as her
nipples became even harder in response.  Master Michael whipped the tops
of her breasts, the sides, the bottoms, and then made his way down her stomach
to her hips and thighs, and then all the way back up again.  She could
feel Patrick's gaze, like a second skin, over the flushed and heated surface of
her body.

She was so turned on that if Master Michael smacked her pussy
again with the flogger, she might just cum.

Unfortunately he seemed more interested in her breasts now.  The
creamy mounds turned a pretty pink color as the flogger fell on them, her
nipples throbbing, and her stomach and thighs going from ivory to blush. 
The cool air on her sensitized back made the difference between her
surroundings and the flushed surface of her body even more acute. 

"Color,
Lexie."

Master Michael's voice, deep and rich, slid into her mind. 
She hadn't even realized he'd stopped flogging her.  Her skin felt warm,
sensitive, tingling even though the actual beating had ceased.  

"Green."  Was that her voice?  It sounded
dreamy.  Not at all like her. 

But that was kind of how she felt right now.  Dreamy. 
And green.  Good.  Floaty.  This was wonderful.

His hands cupped her breasts, and she moaned, arching her back to
push them forward.  Master Michael chuckled as he squeezed, gently. 
The touch of his skin against hers felt incredible.  Especially when he
pinched her nipples, toying with the little rings.  Bursts of pleasure
trickled through her, from her nipples, straight to her pussy.  Her
emotions might not be involved, but Master Michael knew exactly how to arouse a
woman physically.

"I'm going to put some weights on these pretty rings,"
he said, twisting them back and forth.  The combination of pain and
pleasure made her pussy clench.  She'd played with the rings herself, like
this, but it just wasn't quite the same.  Master Michael pushed the line
of pain a little further than she did when she played with herself, so that she
could really feel the bite as he manipulated the silver rings.  "It
will help balance you out while I spank your ass."

Her pussy clenched again and she moaned, quivering.  Thoughts
of proving herself to Patrick had been pushed to the back of her mind, buried
under the riot of sensations that Michael was building inside of her. 

******

Listening to Lexie's sensual moans was driving him crazy.  It
felt like his cock was hard enough to rip through the front of his leathers,
and it was all he could do to keep himself under control.  Crossing his
arms over his chest helped, his hands clenched into fists to remind him to stay
back.  Stay away.  He was getting a headache from clenching his jaw
so hard, but that helped him keep a strong grip on his willpower as well.
 

This was not his scene.

Lexie was not his woman.

But damn was she beautiful.  She gasped, her body quivering,
as Michael hung weights on her nipples.  Just small ones, but they were
enough to tug the rings downward, stretching her nipples, giving her that small
bite of pain.  Michael picked up a paddle from his bag and walked around
behind her.  Patrick wanted to groan.  The weights were going to pull
on her nipples even more as her breasts bounced whenever she moved in reaction
to the paddle. 

With her skin already warmed up and sensitive from the flogger,
her endorphins making her high on pleasure, Michael wasn't going to be gentle
about this spanking.

SMACK!

She cried out, her voice full of pleasure and pain as the paddle
impacted on her pink ass and her nipples bobbed.  The cry changed as the
sensations ricocheted through her body, Patrick could actually tell when she
felt the weights on her nipples by the tenor of her voice.  For a moment,
he wondered if this was going to be too much for her, as her face screwed up in
almost confusion.

SMACK!

Another cry, followed by a breathy moan.  This time she held
herself more still, so that her breasts - and therefore the weights - didn't
bobble as much.  The consternation on her face was melting away into a submissive's
determination to take what was being given to her.  The hints of delight
that were already working their way through the sting of the paddle and the
pull of the nipple weights.

SMACK!

Patrick's body nearly jerked every time the paddle landed on
Lexie's ass, the meaty thunk of it making his cock throb.  He'd spanked
her bare bottomed, with his hand, and the memory was all too visceral right
now.  He knew exactly how the flesh of her ass moved, the way it jiggled,
and the way her pussy glistened as each blow landed.  

Her face was becoming flushed, her body moving back to meet the
paddle.  There was no way to mistake the expression on her face as
anything but ecstasy.  Half of his internal arguments about whether or not
to get involved with her were being melted away.

Fuck.

Turning
away for just a moment, to catch his breath, he looked across the room at the
other scenes.  A grin flashed across his face, his tension receding for
just a moment, as he saw Adam dragging a defiant looking Angel towards the
spanking benches.  If Adam was here, the others probably were too. 
Liam only played with Hilary in the club if one of the private rooms was
available.  They'd all been booked already tonight, so Patrick doubted
that couple was anywhere on the premises now.  Justin, Chris and Jessica
were just coming down the stairs.  Unlike Angel, Jessica looked flushed
and a tiny bit repentant.  Or maybe just resigned.  Since Rick and
Maria weren't following them, Patrick could only conclude that Rick had
followed Liam's lead and taken Maria home to deal with her there.  

Justin and Chris had Jessica bend over the spanking bench next to
Angel.  Little subbies who were bad together got punished together. 
Both of them were squirming almost as soon as they were restrained, obviously
arguing with their boyfriends.  Well, Angel was arguing, Jessica looked
more like she was trying to coax Justin and Chris to see her point of
view.  Not that they were getting anywhere with either tactic.

A sharp cry had him turning back to Lexie and Michael's scene, all
of his tension returning with a vengeance.  Lexie was panting, her eyes
glazed and her expression pleading as Michael flicked the weights on her
nipples.  From his position, Patrick couldn't see her ass, and he was
grateful for that.  Michael loved to redden a subbie’s ass to a nice, dark
ruby.  He doubted the Dom had gone that far with Lexie, for her first
scene, but he didn't want to see her well-spanked ass right now anyway. 
Especially since he hadn't been the one doing the spanking. 

When Michael stooped down to his bag and pulled out a vibrator,
Patrick thought his entire body might actually implode as all of his muscles
clamped down at once.  For a moment he thought about fleeing.  He did
not need to know what Lexie looked like in the throes of passion.  

His cock throbbed even harder.  Fuck, he was going to cum in
his pants like a goddamn teenage boy at this rate.