Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4)

by Golden Angel

  Justin and Jessica were at the bar when he returned to the main floor, and he went over to chat with them. Mistress Lisa was working the bar since Andrew had the night off, and she was chatting with the two submissives who were serving drinks to the tables, which were empty except for his friends. The bar would fill up a little bit over the next few hours, but Thursdays were always slow.

  "Hey you two," Patrick said, grabbing one of the stools at their table and sitting down across from them. Jessica's stool was very close to Justin's so that he could easily keep his arm around her shoulders, his fingers dragging lightly across the skin just about her breast. The curvy brunette was wearing a wine-red corset with black trim that was low cut enough her breasts were threatening to spill out. Probably one of Angel's designs, the corsets she created seemed to get lower-cut every time she made a new one. "Chris not here tonight?"

  "He and Andrew are having man time," Jessica said, with a little giggle.

  Justin rolled his eyes at her irreverence, but he smiled too. "They're out playing laser tag right now, blowing off some steam," he said. His gaze softened a bit as he looked down at his girlfriend. "So I thought I'd bring Jess here for a little bit of private play."

  The smile that Jessica gave him in return was full of adoration. Sometimes it still amazed Patrick how well their triad relationship worked. They spent time together with all three of them, and they also spent plenty of time in pairs. Even though there was nothing romantic between Justin and Chris, their friendship had definitely deepened even further as a result of the relationship. They were a team, in every sense of the word. Patrick didn't know how they did it. He'd wanted to kill Michael when the other man had been touching Lexie.

  It was a Dom's duty to ensure his submissive's needs were met, but if Lexie ever wanted to try a threesome, Patrick didn't know if he could do it. Not once she was his.

  "You're doing another scene with Lexie tonight, right?" Jessica asked. She looked cheerful and excited, but Justin's face blanked out, masking his own unease.

  Patrick sighed and nodded. Most of their group of friends seemed to be holding back their own opinions, basically giving him the rope he needed to hang himself with. Hopefully he didn't end up with his feet dangling.

  "Cool. I think Rick and Maria are going to be here tonight too," Jessica said, leaning her head into Justin's shoulder. "They haven't been around much lately."

  "Probably because Rick barely lets her out of bed, much less his apartment," Justin said, chuckling. Patrick grinned. Rick had been looking for a relationship when he'd first met Maria, and even though she hadn't been part of the scene at the time, the two of them ended up working out perfectly. But she wasn't entirely comfortable scening at the club yet, and so they didn't come as often as Rick used to when he was on his own. It did kind of seem like the guy had barricaded them in his apartment lately. Lucky bastard.

  "I think we're going to head downstairs," Justin said, as Jessica finished the last of her water. Patrick knew it was just water because there was no way Justin would have let her drink anything alcoholic right before scening. The club allowed for a two drink maximum before scening, but a lot of the Doms preferred to keep their subs completely sober. They could drink after to make up for lost calories during the scene. "I want to get Jess on a spanking bench before the club starts to fill up."

  Blushing, Jessica shivered a little bit in excited anticipation. Patrick grinned. That was exactly the kind of thing he liked to see. There were more people coming in the door, probably prompting Justin's motivation. The spanking benches tended to fill up fairly quickly.

  "Have a good night," he said, as they stood and started walking towards the stairs. Perfect timing, because he could see a certain little black-haired Pixie coming in and looking around the club with her bright, blue eyes.

  She was wearing what looked like a sundress, with thin straps holding it to her body. It was dark navy blue with white pin-stripes and the skirt fluttered around her thighs as she walked. Definitely a lot easier to get off of her than a corset or bustier would be. She looked perfect. In her hand was a small purse, just large enough to fit a cell phone and wallet… or a butt plug.

  As he began to walk towards her, she saw him, and her eyes lit up. It made his chest ache sometimes, when she did that. She would look at him, and it was like the sun came out from behind the clouds, beaming from her face. Like just seeing him made her light up from within. Now there was something new though, a sexual awareness and anticipation. It was there in the tilt of her head, the little lick of her lips, and the way she took a deep, fortifying breath, before walking towards him too.

  They met halfway, her head tilting back, and he had to drag his gaze away from her slightly parted lips to keep from kissing her. The temptation was pretty fucking strong.

  "Hello Pixie," he said, his voice a low growl to keep anyone else from being able to overhear. Not that he was saying anything secret, but he just didn't want to share even the smallest part of her with the others around them. People were already eyeing them, way too interested in what was going on. "Did you bring your plug?"

  Color pinked her cheeks, but her gaze was steady, and she didn't look at all embarrassed. Just excited. "Yes, Sir."

  "Good girl. Come on, you've got a doctor's appointment tonight."

  Lexie laughed, moving immediately as he turned. Unable to resist the temptation of touching her, now that she was here and next to him, he reached out and put his hand around the back of her neck. It was a way of guiding her, not that she needed it, but just because he wanted to. The more they did together, the more he saw that they could actually be compatible, the harder it was not to give in to the temptation to actually make her his. The training collar she was wearing pressed against his palm, almost mocking him because it wasn't a real one.

  He could make it another few weeks for Jake to get home... couldn't he?

  It still blew his mind a little bit just how much the way he viewed Lexie had changed in the past two weeks. The reality was so much better than the fantasy had ever been, and he resented having to hold back.

  Which really wasn't helping him focus his mind on the scene tonight. He needed to push out all that extraneous thought and pay attention.

  "How was your day today?" he asked her as they headed down the stairs. Not to make small talk, but because he honestly wanted to know. He always did.

  "Same as ever," she said, smiling up at him. "Long and tedious. I spent most of it thinking about you and tonight." Her lashes lowered and lifted, so that she could peek through them at him.

  Fuck. He knew she said things like that just to mess with his self-control. The shit part was how well it worked. Knowing that she'd been thinking about him all day, wondering what the evening would bring, anticipating... and probably getting turned on by it, was exactly the kind of thing that just flat out did it for him. He liked knowing that he was on her mind all day, that the scene was on her mind all day; liked knowing that he'd invaded her thoughts. It was selfish and it was also fucking hot.

  He didn't respond, because he didn't have anything to say that wasn't completely inappropriate for their current situation. Fortunately, it wasn't like the Doctor's Office was very far away, it was the first room on the left when they entered the Dungeon. Over to the right, Justin already had Jessica strapped down to a spanking bench and was working a toy into her ass while she whimpered and moaned.

  Lexie's wide eyes took in the sight, her breath hitching her throat a little bit, and he knew that it turned her on. As pink tinged her cheeks, it was obvious that her arousal also embarrassed her a little bit. While she hadn't been embarrassed at all the first time she'd been in the Dungeon and seen what was going on, he knew it was always different when it came to friends. He and the guys were now used to it, but Lexie had been too involved in her own scene the last time she'd been down here with Angel and Jessica to notice what they were going through. Seeing Jessica in such an intimate situation and being turned on by it just wasn'
t something that was possible to mentally prepare for.

  To him, he just felt smug satisfaction at seeing Justin at work with the woman he loved. That was Patrick's favorite part of running the club, seeing people get what they needed. Knowing that he was providing it to them.

  "In here, Pixie," he said, steering her towards the door to the Doctor's Office, when he realized that she'd stopped moving.

  She jumped a bit and almost stumbled, her blush deepening. Glancing back over her shoulder, she took one last look at their friends before he got her into the office and the door closed behind them. Satisfaction pumped through him in anticipation of the scene, knowing that he was about to fulfill one of his fantasies. So it wasn't going to end the way it did when he fantasized about it; that didn't matter. He was finally going to get to tie Lexie up and play with her, almost to his heart's content.

  ******

  Was it wrong to want to watch her friends get it on? Because part of Lexie almost wished that Patrick had let her stay longer in the Dungeon so she could watch Justin and Jessica. It had been hot, although also just a little bit weird because they were her friends, but that wouldn't have stopped her from watching. The last time she'd been down in the Dungeon, she hadn't really gotten to watch any scenes either. One of these days, she was going to have to ask Patrick to let them do that.

  She was definitely a lot of a little bit of a voyeur. Or maybe it was just curiosity, but either way, she would like to watch the Dungeon more. Seeing two people who were obviously in love doing a scene was very different from the porn that she'd seen. Most of the time, she didn't watch more than a few minutes of the porn, because it always seemed way too fake. What was happening out there was so real it was tangible, which made the privilege of watching that much more intimate and also that much more erotic.

  The expression of pleasure and submission on Jessica's face, how obvious it was that Justin had her full trust, had been beautiful. The way he'd watched her, taking note of every moan, every twitch of her body, as he'd been working the plug into her ass... just as beautiful and also seriously hot. Lexie couldn't help but wonder if that's how Patrick had looked last week, when he'd been filling her ass with the blue plug. Imagining it made her pussy clench.

  "Take off your clothes and get up on the table."

  Lexie looked up at Patrick. His expression was blank, but there was pleasure and anticipation in his eyes. Holding his gaze, she slipped each of the thin straps of her dress off of her shoulders, and then let it drop. She'd worn this particular dress deliberately, because it was a little loose on her and had no zipper or buttons. The fabric slithered over her skin, needing only a gentle tug when it reached her hips and then it fluttered to the floor, pooling around her feet.

  The anticipation in Patrick's eyes flared hot and hungry as his eyes took in her naked body. She hadn't been wearing anything under the dress.

  Excitement hummed through her at his reaction to her naked body. He'd already had a slight bulge at the front of his pants, now it was much more pronounced. He wanted her.

  Nipples hardening in the air, Lexie nervously brushed her hands over her hips as she slipped out of her heels. She would have tried to give him a sultry look before turning to walk over to the exam table, but he wasn't looking at her face anyway. Probably for the best, because she felt more anxious than sultry right now.

  Anxious in a good way though. Even though she'd never been allowed downstairs to watch the scenes, it was impossible not to recognize what the table was for. It looked like a gyno's table, except with restraints. Which meant it was a little scary looking, but that was also kind of exciting. Lexie didn't have a whole lot of experience with being tied up, and she sure as hell didn't have any experience being tied up by a man like Patrick. She'd really enjoyed being restrained during her scene with Master Michael. It had been freeing in some ways, to have no choice but to trust him.

  Of course she always had the safe word, but she'd still had to trust that her safe word would be honored. That trust was what made BDSM so intimate.

  Turning, she placed her hands on the cushy material of the exam table and pulled herself up so that she was sitting on the edge, in between the leg harnesses.

  "Good girl. Now lay back and put your hands above her hand and your feet in the stirrups."

  She did as he said, although she giggled nervously. Spreading her legs for Patrick was completely different from doing it for the gyno. Would she ever be able to go to the doctor again without thinking about this? She really hoped so. It would be super awkward to get turned on every time she went in for her annual check-up.

  "Do you remember when I tried to convince you to play doctor?" she asked, before catching his raised eyebrow. "Ah, Sir?" She knew they were in a scene, but she really didn't think she could deal with being one of those submissives who had to request permission to speak. That wasn't her. When something came to her head, she wanted to be able to say it, unless he told her otherwise. If there were times he wanted that from her, she'd be willing to comply, but she didn't want to have to do it all the time.

  "You were a little too young, and I was a little too old then," he said, chuckling as he turned away and walked up the length of the table to wrap leather cuffs around her wrists. He tightened the straps they were attached to, which were wrapped around the table; the restraints would hold her wrists securely in position.

  "If you hadn't been in middle school, would you have done it?"

  Patrick chuckled. "No. Either way, you should have been trying to play doctor with kids your own age, not mine."

  "Who says I didn't?"

  His big hands stilled, one of them resting on her arm, and she looked up into his face. The big guy was scowling hard enough that the expression pulled on his scar. "With who?"

  She just laughed. There had been one boy, in her neighborhood, whom she'd played doctor with, but it hadn't been anything worse than a little "show me yours and I'll show you mine." They hadn't even understood what the different parts were for.

  "You're going to pay for that, Pixie." Patrick ran his hand down her arm, making her skin tingle. He was touching her!

  Her nipples had already been stiff, but now they throbbed as his fingers dragged down to her collar bone and down between her breasts to rest on her rib cage. She felt like whimpering. That wasn't where she wanted him to touch!

  But he just wrapped another strap over her body, holding down her midsection, rather than caressing her. Rather than touching her. Lexie could have kicked him. Well, she could have for a couple more minutes, but no longer than that, because he strapped her legs into the stirrups. Then he pulled them wide and she wanted to whimper for a whole different reason.

  When he looked at her open, splayed pussy, he forgot to hide his feelings, and the naked lust, hunger and longing on his face was unmistakable. Lexie sucked in a deep breath, her body immediately responding to the naked need she saw, feeling her own emotions answering in the same way.

  Then, as if he realized what he looked like, a blank mask slid over his face again. He looked up at her out of unfathomable dark eyes, but it didn't matter. She'd already seen to the heart of him, and she was doing her best to wait for him to be ready to acknowledge it as well. To show him how good they could be - would be - together, once he gave in.

  "Okay, Pixie, it's time for your check up." Patrick said, giving her a wink. Trying to act nonchalant. She saw right through him, but she smiled back anyway.

  "Yes, Sir. Although I don't know why you needed to restrain me for this," she said in an innocent voice, batting her eyes. Being tied up and vulnerable in front of him was making her pussy cream, but she was going to play the role anyway. "I'm a good patient, I promise."

  "We'll see, sweetheart," he said, chuckling. "I'm pretty sure you've never had a check-up quite like this."

  "That's already true," she muttered, under her breath, watching as he went to the cabinets and opened them, picking up a long, slender glass thermometer. It was much bigger than
any of the ones she'd ever had under her tongue and she had a pretty good idea of where it was going to go. Not that she had any objections. The few times she'd read BDSM stories with a medical slant, the anal thermometer had always intrigued her, even if the rest of it hadn't been her cup of tea.

  Patrick didn't look anything like a doctor, so it wasn't like they were doing super involved role-play. Not like the way Hilary talked about doing it with Liam, but that was okay. She didn't want an actual medical exam. She wanted Patrick to play with her, and she wanted him to be himself, not to lose himself in a role. For a moment, she wondered if that's why he'd chosen the Doctor's Office tonight.

  But he was dressed as himself and, mostly, acting like himself. The black leathers that hugged his legs and the v-neck, black shirt stretched over his muscles were his normal club wear. Even his controlled expression was all him, as was the light in his eyes and the very small tilt to his lips that hinted at a smile.

  His eyes swept over her naked body as he approached, moving down to stand between her legs again.

  "First, I'm going to take your temperature."

  "Yes, Sir," she said, knowing that she didn't need to speak, but doing it anyway because she liked to see the small flash of awareness in his eyes whenever she called him that. The little spark that showed his pleasure.

  To her surprise, he pushed the thermometer into her pussy, not her ass. It slid in easily, cool and hard, and not nearly as thick as she wanted, but she moaned anyway because it still felt good. Her pussy tightened around it as Patrick moved it slightly out and then thrust back in, fucking her with the slim instrument. The glass was already warming, but it still felt weird inside of her.