Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4)

by Golden Angel

Clever bastard.

  His hand was still wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping as she leaned over it.

  "Keep your hands on the bed, just use your mouth. I don't want to feel anything but your lips and tongue on my cock." The low growling order made her pussy spasm. Forget getting off on nipple play, she was starting to wonder if she could get off on just listening to him talk dirty to her.

  She licked the broad head, sweeping up a drop of pre-cum with her tongue, and he groaned. Unlike her, he didn't have to put up with teasing. Pressing his hand to the back of her head, he pushed her down on his cock, sliding it between her lips.

  The attractive, musky scent of his body filled her nose, and she eagerly took more of him. While he didn't force her down on his cock, his hand remained on the back of her head, a constant reminder of who was in control. Lexie shuddered as he released his cock and his other hand slid under her body, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple. Her pussy rippled, trying to cum, but unable to.

  Trying to ignore the needy demands of her body, she focused on Patrick's cock, using the insistent urges to spur her into a concerted effort to pleasure him. Her head bobbed up and down as she took him deeper and deeper, relaxing her tight throat muscles and ignoring the scream of sexual frustration that was bubbling up inside her. The nipple that he was playing with was throbbing from his attention, her pussy spasming almost non-stop, and yet she still couldn't quite cum. The steady, low vibrations of the toys were becoming annoying in their inability to push her over the precipice.

  She moaned and whimpered around the hot shaft, sucking hard and dragging her teeth very lightly along the underside. Some guys liked that, and it turned out that Patrick was definitely one of them. He hissed and tensed, his fingers tangling in her hair, but he didn't tell her not to do it... so she did it again... and again...

  But he had incredible control over his body and after a few times, she felt his muscles relax as he became used to the sensation.

  Whereas she was feeling increasingly desperate.

  She screamed with shock and pleasure as the vibrator in her ass suddenly started pulsing, intense vibrations shuddering through her, and then nearly sobbed as it stopped.

  But for all her frustration and anger at him for not letting her cum, all she did was suck his dick even harder. It was almost like an obsession. Like some part of her thought that if she could just make him cum, then she'd be allowed to as well. Even though she knew that might not be true, she couldn't shake off that hope; and that hope made her keep sucking and tonguing for all she was worth, while he started playing with the toys inside of her.

  They went on and off, randomly, and at varying intensities. She would have been begging if she hadn't had his cock in her mouth, pleading with him to stop the torment and let her cum. At the same time, she was completely and totally getting off on it, on his sadistic sexual torture and her complete lack of control over her own orgasm. Even though her body was physically crying out in need, some emotional part of her was becoming more and more sated the longer Patrick drew this out. He could see her tears, hear her pleading moans, and yet he kept her on edge, kept her waiting for his decision, and some part of her was lolling in that like a drunk cat in catnip.

  She was so screwed.

  Except not.

  When his cock hardened, thickening, between her lips, she thought she might cum just from the pure joy that rushed through her. She relaxed her throat as best she could, sliding down, feeling it work as she swallowed and hot liquid spurted. There was a rushing noise in her ears, but even through that she could hear Patrick's appreciative moans and the reverent way he said her name as she drank down his cum. Hands stroked her hair as she swallowed every last drop, until he finally pulled her off his softening dick.

  The second he did, she couldn't stop the words from pouring out of her mouth. "Please, please, please, Patrick... oh please, I need to cum, please, Sir, Master... oh god, please don't make me wait..."

  She found herself flipped onto her back, hands above her head and wrists pinioned by one of his hands. The other went immediately between her legs, pressing the heel of his palm against her clit as his fingers tapped against the vibrators inside of her. Ecstasy exploded and she screamed.

  ******

  Sweet, needy sub.

  Hearing her call him Master, without any prompting from him, was something he knew he would never forget. He'd purposefully not included a title in the contract. He liked hearing his name on her lips just as much as he liked hearing Sir. Being acknowledged as her Master... that was something to be earned, not demanded in his opinion. That she'd done so in the midst of a needy, sexual high made it all the more earnest and sincere. That was already how she saw him, as the Master of her body and her pleasure.

  She'd done everything she could to please him, to pleasure him, without once trying to take over the scene. Of course she couldn't help her pleading moans or the way her body writhed, while he was tormenting her, not allowing her to cum, but he didn't count that against her. She hadn't been doing it to try and top from the bottom, she just hadn't been able to help it. But that's all she'd done, not once trying to beg him for more.

  Even when she'd finally asked to cum, that was all she'd asked for - her pleasure. He wondered if she realized she hadn't even tried to tell him how to make her cum, she'd just begged him for her orgasm. That was how deep her submissiveness went.

  Fuck she was so fucking perfect.

  And fucking beautiful, as her body bowed, lips parted as she screamed her rapture. Her head thrashed back and forth, hips undulating, pressing her clit against his hand, while he pushed the vibrators deeper into her body. The crotch of her panties was soaked through. Looking down to see his large, dark hand between those slim, creamy thighs was enough to make his dick stir again. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of the beauty in the contrast of their skin colors. While he'd always been one for the visual, no matter what the contrast was, he had to admit that Lexie's white paleness especially appealed. Or maybe it was just because it was her.

  Her screams of pleasure died down to a moan, eyelashes fluttering as she looked up at him. The swollen lips of her pussy were soft against his hand as he lessened the pressure, stroking and caressing to extend the pleasure but without overstimulating her.

  "That was... awful and amazing at the same time," she whispered, her voice sounding hoarse, like she couldn't speak any louder than she was.

  Patrick chuckled as he released her hands and rolled over to find the remote. She sighed with relief when he turned the toys off and pulled the panties down off her body. Laying with her legs spread, her pussy puffy from pleasure, nipples slowly softening, she was temptation incarnate. From the sneaky little glint in her eye, she knew it, even if she hadn't done it entirely on purpose.

  He couldn't help but smile, mostly because she still wasn't going to be getting what she wanted. Instead, he went to the bathroom, cleaned off the toys and panties, and returned with a damp cloth to wipe away the slick cream from her body. Although she looked exhausted, she still had enough energy to give him a little wriggle as he cleaned off her pussy.

  Tutting at her, he gave the top of her mound a little smack. "Hold still when I'm cleaning you, Pixie."

  "You're not going to fuck me tonight, are you?" she asked, in sleepy exasperation.

  "No, I'm not."

  "Meanie-head."

  He supposed it was a step up from Master Mold. After putting the washcloth away, he returned to the bedroom and tucked them both in under the covers, smiling as Lexie immediately snuggled up to him. Little brat.

  His little brat.

  Stroking her hair, he wrapped himself around her, finally able to completely relax now that she was exactly where she was supposed to be. It took him less than a minute to fall asleep.

  ******

  "Alright," Angel said, pointing an imperious finger at her. "We are seated. We have drinks. We've ordered munchies. It's time to spill!"

  Lexie laughed.
When they'd first sat down, it had been impossible for everyone to listen at once, so Olivia had told her to wait until they could all listen to say anything about what was going on with her and Patrick. Because they were all nosy bitches and no one wanted to miss anything. Angel hadn't taken the edict very well, but no one had ever accused her of having an abundance of patience when it came to gossip.

  They'd gathered for Happy Hour at Murphy's Meals, Maria's restaurant. Well, not hers, but the one she worked at as a daytime manager. It had become the go-to place for Happy Hour whenever they could, in part because Maria got a discount on the food that was even better than the Happy Hour prices. Not to mention, the bartenders poured very generous drinks.

  Shifting in her seat - not entirely comfortably because, to her dismay, Patrick had counted this as a girls' night out - Lexie took a sip of her drink as she tried to decide where to start. The plug in her ass was highly distracting, but in all fairness, it definitely made it impossible for her to not have Patrick on her mind. Not all of her thoughts were nice though. She was caught somewhere between annoyance and horniness. The plug was smaller with a flat rubber base, which was much better than the glass one he'd gotten her, but any movement and she still felt it. Plus, the smaller size was actually working against her, she had to constantly squeeze her muscles to make sure it wasn't falling out. No wonder the jerk had smiled when he'd handed it to her this morning.

  "Well... he slept over at my place on Sunday night, and I've spent the last two nights at his house," she said finally, to the group of expectant faces. Angel and Olivia were sitting across from her, while Hilary and Jessica were on her left and Maria and Leigh were on her right.

  Jessica rolled her eyes at the lack of any detailed information. "And?! What's he like?" Her voice lowered as she leaned forward, holding her hands out in front of her, about a foot apart. "Is he huge?"

  "Nosy!" Hilary elbowed the inquisitive brunette in her side, laughing. "Seriously, you've got two men's dicks to keep you satisfied and you still want to know about Patrick's?"

  "What? He's the only one who never parades it around Stronghold - well, him and Jared, but I doubt Lexie can tell me about Jared's. You can't tell me you're not the least bit curious," Jessica said indignantly, while Maria snickered. Olivia looked like she was trying to decide if she should step in or not, but the amusement on her face made it probable that she wasn't going to try to rein Jessica in. At least, not at the moment. Jessica turned back to Lexie. "I'll tell you about Justin’s and Chris' if you want."

  "That's the most round about 'I'll show you mine, if you show me yours' that I've ever heard," said Leigh, cracking up. "You guys are awful."

  "Hey, don't group the rest of us in with her," Maria said indignantly. "I don't care what Patrick's penis looks like."

  Hilary moaned, covering her face with her hands. "Oh my god, Maria, just shout out the word penis, it's fine."

  "No one's listening to us," Lexie reassured her. She glanced around, just to make sure, but everyone else was involved in their own conversations. Thank god.

  "Is he scary big?" asked Angel, ignoring Hilary's distress. Although, like Jessica, she at least leaned in and lowered her voice a bit to ask. "One of my exes had a scary big one, it was actually a little too big. It kind of hurt in certain positions."

  Sighing, Lexie looked across the table at Olivia. "What, no inappropriate questions from you?"

  The redhead gave her a wicked grin. "I have no interest in Patrick's penis, but thanks."

  Lexie stuck out her tongue at her as Hilary groaned again. "Seriously guys, can we use a different word if we're going to talk about genitalia in the middle of a restaurant?"

  "Cock?" suggested Angel, wickedly.

  "NO!"

  "Rod."

  "Schlong."

  "Trouser trout."

  "Ew!" Maria made a face at Angel, who just giggled.

  "I know, sounds awful, doesn't it?"

  "Oh my god, just stop, penis is fine," Hilary said, although she had tears in her eyes from laughing so hard at what she'd started. "Just stop!" she whispered urgently, between giggles. "People are actually looking at us now."

  Yeah, they were. But for the most part, they just shook their heads and looked away, writing it off to drunk girls at Happy Hour. Little did they know, everyone at the table was still completely sober. Lexie smiled into her glass as she took a sip. Man she loved these women.

  "Seriously though, you're good with him, right?" Leigh asked, breaking up the incessant giggles and side comments. "It's not one of those things where you built up the fantasy and the reality sucks?"

  The plug somehow seemed even more noticeable right now. Maybe because she was squirming a bit. Sighing, she felt herself slumping, just a bit. "Everything we've done has been amazing..."

  "But?" Maria asked, a frown starting to form on her face. "I hear a 'but.'"

  "But we haven't had sex."

  "What?!" Angel asked, looking shocked as she put down her drink, an expression echoed by nearly everyone else at the table. Hilary actually gasped, and even Olivia looked surprised. "Seriously? You've spent the last three nights together, fooling around, but no sex?"

  "I mean, oral sex, but that doesn't really count."

  "Okay, Bill Clinton," teased Olivia, laughing.

  "Oh, you know what I mean," Lexie said, although she couldn't help grinning. "It's been... mind-blowingly hot, but he makes sure we both get off, sometimes multiple times, and then he tucks me into bed and we go to sleep. Which, I mean... it's not bad, but it's a little frustrating. Last night we went to Stronghold, because he likes to be there when it's open, even if it's just the swingers, and he had me sitting across from him at his desk the whole night, with my feet propped up on the desk and my legs spread. Seriously, he spent hours with my pussy on display, right in front of him, and when we got home, mind-blowing orgasms followed by no sex."

  "Wow... that's some serious self-control," Maria said, looking both impressed and a little bit like she was imagining something in her head. Considering that her boyfriend's fetish was orgasm control, it was no wonder she'd be a little interested in that.

  "It's seriously annoying is what it is," Lexie muttered. Last night had been torturous. Although Patrick had let her read while she'd been sitting in his office, she'd barely been able to concentrate on her book. She sure as hell didn't know how he'd gotten any work done. Every time she'd looked up, his eyes had been on her splayed pussy, which meant that she'd stay wet and ready the entire time.

  For a man who had wanted to jump right into a serious relationship, he didn't seem to be at all interested into jumping into sex.

  She hoped tonight would be different, because tomorrow they were going to her parents' for dinner and she had a feeling that would be a libido killer. Not because they meant to be, but just because... well... parents. It was harder to debauch someone's daughter right after sitting down for a meal with them, even if the daughter desperately wanted debauching.

  "Have you tried seducing him?" Leigh asked.

  Olivia stepped in before Lexie could answer. "I wouldn't recommend that," she said dryly, turning her attention to Leigh. "Unlike a lot of guys, most Doms wouldn't appreciate that. Especially one who is as big a control freak as Patrick is."

  "Yeah, whenever I put on lingerie, I never know whether I'm going to get fucked silly or spanked," Angel said, smiling happily at the memory.

  "You still get fucked after the spanking though, don't you?" Hilary asked her, looking a bit surprised.

  "Well, yeah. Most of the time. But not always. Sometimes he gets all control-freaky and pissy about me trying to top from the bottom. I tried to explain to him that I'm just horny but..." Angel made a face and glanced at Maria. "He took a page out of Rick's book. I couldn't look at my Hitachi for weeks, he made me cum so many times."

  "Ouch." Maria winced sympathetically, and Lexie got the impression that the other woman was pressing her thighs together underneath the table. She'd never used a
Hitachi herself, but she'd seen a BDSM video where it was used and... yeah. That looked like some serious vibrations. It was all too easy to imagine how something that intense could go from pleasurable to painful after a couple of orgasms.

  "Do you still put on lingerie sometimes and try to seduce him?" Hilary asked, her big, brown eyes wide with a kind of morbid curiosity.

  "Hell yeah, I just don't tell him it's because I'm horny anymore."

  They all laughed, and then quieted it down to guilty giggles as their server arrived with their food. The conversation devolved, the way it always did, into more individualized conversations as everyone claimed their plates and the shared stuff all went into the middle. Even though Lexie had already finished most of her drink, she just asked their server for a water. She definitely wasn't going to be giving Patrick any excuse to punish her right now!

  Hilary updated them all on wedding plans while they ate, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Everyone else was just as excited, not to mention full of questions. Even Olivia was into it, with some surprisingly good suggestions about flowers when Hilary said her mother was letting the budget get out of hand with exotic blooms. She also warned them all not to go too overboard with the shower and bachelorette party.

  "Aw, no Vegas?" Lexie complained, teasing. She'd never actually been, but she didn't think she could afford to go either.

  The bride-to-be shook her head emphatically. "Vegas is so not me at all."

  "So what do you want?" Leigh asked, curious. Out of all of them there, she and Hilary were the most similar in temperament, more low-key and not as out there as the rest of them.

  "Don't worry, I've got it covered," Jessica said, cutting off whatever Hilary was going to say. "It's gonna be a surprise, so we can all talk about it later, but we've talked about the kinds of things she'd like to do." The best friends exchanged smiles.

  "Aaah, this is gonna be so much fun," Maria said, bouncing in her seat. "Weddings are the best."

  Not like Lexie would know, but she was excited for the first wedding that she'd be going to as an adult. The last time she'd been to a wedding, it had been for one of her mother's friends’ daughter's, and Lexie had only been ten at the time. The only thing she remembered from it was the bride crying in the bathroom because her dress had a small rip in it after a particularly energetic dance. She'd wanted to do something, but she hadn't known what, so she'd just gone and gotten her mom. Twenty minutes later, the bride had been back on the dance floor and smiling for all she was worth. That was the sum total of what Lexie actually remembered about that day.