Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4)

by Golden Angel

  "I'll wipe up the floor," he told her already heading to the kitchen, probably to get paper towels or something. "Go ahead and take that to the bathroom to get it cleaned off and then come meet me in the bedroom."

  Talk about spoiling the mood. On the other hand, she had a good enough sense of humor that she knew she would find this hysterical later. Probably when she was telling the others about it. BDSM mishaps were hilarious, as long as they weren't painful. Actually, some of those could be kind of funny too, eventually. As long as no one was seriously injured.

  "Welcome to reality," she said to herself in the mirror as she got the toy cleaner he kept in the cabinet. Sex just wasn't always sexy. On the other hand, she'd much rather have a guy that she could laugh with about it with, rather than one who always took things too seriously. Or was disgusted by something like a plug unintentionally falling onto his neat-freak floor. Much better to have a man like Patrick who would laugh about it and then still want to meet her in the bedroom.

  Now if only she could convince her body that she didn't need to be embarrassed. Her cheeks were still bright red.

  "Flames... flames on the side of my face," she said, quoting Mrs. White from Clue.

  "Are you talking to yourself in there?" Patrick called. She could tell from the direction of his voice that he was already in his bedroom.

  "Maybe," she yelled back, quickly rinsing the bubbly cleaner from the plug and setting it upright on its base on the side of the sink so that it could dry.

  A quick wash of her hands, and then she was hurrying into his bedroom. What she saw in there stopped her dead in her tracks.

  Candles were everywhere, covering every surface. Something that could have been incredibly dangerous if Patrick wasn't so OCD about keeping everything clean. Although, she did notice with a distant part of her mind, all of the candles were in holders with walls high enough that the flames were completely contained. The result was a soft, flickering glow that dusted the room in a hazy, dreamy light. Warm. Romantic.

  In the middle of the bed, with the covers all pulled down to the foot, was Patrick. Lounging, for want of a better word, with both of his hands propped behind his head. It should have look contrived, or even silly, but he just looked relaxed and seriously sexy. As he looked at her, his cock jerked and slowly started to fill. Heat and lust rushed through her, not just because of how hot he was all naked and lickable, but also from seeing his very visceral reaction to her presence. What woman wouldn't get off on knowing the very sight of her made a man like Patrick hard?

  "Strip, Pixie. Slowly, so I can enjoy it." The heated anticipation in his voice made fuzzy tendrils curl inside of her stomach, like something was stroking her insides.

  Damn but she liked a bossy man who knew what he wanted.

  Despite the romantic atmosphere that he'd created, there was no doubt that Patrick was a kinky, authoritative Dom who would put her over his knee given the slightest provocation. Which, of course, was what made her own knees feel so weak.

  Curving her lips into a smile, she pressed her hands against her thighs and slowly ran them up her body. Cupping her breasts, she slid her palms to the center of her chest and undid the first button on her shirt. Patrick's eyes were glued to her fingers, his cock jerking slightly in obvious enjoyment of her seductive movements.

  "You know," she said conversationally as she slid her fingers into her shirt for just a moment before moving on to the next button. "I'd just gotten around to accepting waiting until you were ready for sex."

  "It's traditional to wait for the third date," he said, in a low, husky voice, still watching her fingers as she played with the edges of her shirt.

  The movement stilled as she processed what he'd just said.

  "This counts as a date?"

  "Well, our third night together."

  "Fourth."

  "Third night that you're in my bed." There was no wavering, no hesitation, just satisfaction. Patrick apparently had his own way of counting, and that was all that mattered.

  She resisted rolling her eyes as she resumed unbuttoning her shirt. The front was starting to gape so that the lacy black bra was showcased nicely against her pale skin and the pearly grey of her shirt.

  "Well if I'd known, I would have insisted we sleep here Sunday night," she teased, shrugging out of the shirt and letting it slide down her arms till it dropped to the floor. Reaching up behind her, she thrust her breasts out as she undid the clasp on her bra, making sure the fabric stayed in place once the clasp snapped open.

  Moving her arms in front of her, she crossed them over her chest, so that she was hiding her breasts as her hands slipped the straps off of the opposite arm.

  "It wouldn't have mattered. We would have stayed at your place anyway, you needed the sleep." His voice wasn't as stern as it normally was. Nice to know that, like any other red-blooded male, Patrick could be distracted with a striptease.

  "Mmm," was all she said back, as she let the bra drop, turning at the same time, so that he got a mere glimpse of her breasts.

  Smiling at the growling noise he made, and the shifting sound of him moving on the bed, she reached behind herself to unzip the back of her skirt. Holding on to the waistband, so it couldn't just fall off, she slowly let the fabric slide down her legs, bending over so that he could enjoy the view of her ass as she stepped out of the skirt.

  She wasn't entirely surprised when his hands grabbed at her waist, and she found herself being pulled over his lap. Her upper body was resting on the bed, her legs dangling down over the side, and his hand was already squeezing one butt cheek while his cock dug into her side. Spreading her legs a little wider, she shuddered as his hand moved lower, fingers brushing over her pussy.

  ******

  Little tease. He'd asked for it of course, but he hadn't been prepared for just how good Lexie would be at a striptease. Wondering exactly who else had seen her do something like this had made him impatient to get his hands on her, to touch her and claim her. Possessiveness over her wasn't anything new, but it was definitely worse now that he could truly consider her to be his.

  Running his hand over the pale cream of her ass, he dipped his fingers down to find that her pussy was already wet. Lexie moaned a little, squirming as he teased her pussy lips with soft touches.

  "You have such a gorgeous ass," he said, rubbing his hand in a circular motion over her cheeks. "But it's even prettier when it's pink."

  She didn't protest, just lifted her hips, and he chuckled as he swatted her backside. Not hard. This wasn't a punishment spanking after all, this was a spanking for the pure pleasure of it. The kind that started off with stinging smacks which slowly built into erotic heat, the kind that would have her pussy dripping even more than it already was. A slow burn which would turn her creamy cheeks an attractive light pink, allowing him to watch as the blush deepened while he stoked the arousal building inside of her.

  Sure enough, after just a few minutes of his measured, steady smacks against her bottom, and she was already squirming impatiently.

  Looking over her shoulder at him, she gave him a pleading look. "Harder... please..."

  Her haunches lifted, offering her butt up for more, and Patrick chuckled. "Well I do like to hear you beg."

  "Please, please, please, Patrick," she said immediately, wriggling her hips as she pleaded. "I'm all hot and achy inside, and I need more... it's not enough... spank me harder, please!"

  She moaned, arching, as he obliged. Topping from the bottom he would never tolerate, but sweet begging? Absolutely. He loved hearing her beg him, not to mention the sexy sounds she made when he responded. The heat from her bottom was already warming his palm as he smacked and then rubbed, soothing the sting away and helping it morph into pleasure.

  Grasping her by the hips, he pulled her a little farther across his lap, giving him easy access to the soft, wet petals between her legs. Sliding his fingers through the slippery folds, he used his other hand to start spanking her. It had the benefit of sho
wering her with sensation, while giving his right hand a rest. Spanking bare-handed had its benefits, but a long spanking session could start to wear out the spanker as much as the spankee. Using his left hand gave him a new angle, and it meant he could thrust his fingers into her pussy, searching out her g-spot while continuing to rain down blows on her blushing cheeks.

  Her body clenched every time his hand impacted on her backside, her pussy quivering around his thrusting fingers. With her hips undulating, Lexie had pressed her face against his bed and was moaning almost non-stop. Hot cream coated his hand as he worked her up, spanking and fucking her with his fingers. The slightly raised section of her pussy was easy to find, after two nights spent exploring her body, and she gasped as he pressed against it with the pads of his fingers.

  "Oh... oh fuck... Patrick... oh... FUCK!" She shouted out the word in frustration as he slid his fingers away, feeling the approach of her orgasm. Her hands fisted as her back arched, trying to revive the stimulation. This time the look she gave him over her shoulder was almost threatening. "Please, I was so close."

  "I know, that's why I stopped," he said smugly, running his fingers through the swollen folds of her labia, teasing her clit, and backing away as her body trembled with need. "I want you to start asking permission to cum, Pixie. No orgasms until I tell you that you can."

  The muscles in her jaw worked, clenching, as her eyes flashed blue fire. Watching her spirit rise up and then decide to submit to him was hotter than any striptease she could perform for him. Every time she chose to give in to his demands, it was a gift, and one he cherished. It also made him hard as a rock.

  The slow spanking might be torturous to her, but it was just as much an erotic assault on his senses. Especially when he had the temptation of her hot pussy clasping his fingers, which made it all too easy for him to imagine how her body would hug his cock once he was buried inside of her.

  "Yes, Sir," she said finally, lowering her eyelashes. Hungry lust surged through him so hard that he was hanging on to his self-control by tooth and nail. "May I cum, please." The demand was pleading, the plea a demand. He smiled.

  "Not yet."

  Lexie groaned as he pulled her up into a standing position in between his legs. Leaning over, he grabbed the cuffs that he'd half-hidden in the pillows. Successfully too, by the way her eyes widened when she saw what he had.

  "Hold out your wrists," he said, putting out one hand, palm up for her to put her own hands into.

  The soft leather cuffs went easily around her slim wrists, and he tested the tightness, making sure he could work his pinky under the restraint. Perfect. Grinning wickedly, he used the cuffs to pull her up onto the bed, enjoying her sounds of startled surprise as he maneuvered her by her wrists.

  Putting her on her back on the right side of the bed, he attached the chain linking the cuffs to the headboard. Laid out on his bed, arms above her head, legs spread as he knelt between them, Lexie was an erotic banquet for his senses. The smell of her arousal filled his nose, her soft, panting breath seducing his ears, and the sight of all that cream and pink in the glowing candlelight... well it was a good thing he'd jacked off in the shower after getting home from the dojo, or his much vaunted self-control would have already snapped.

  The little pixie looked up at her bound hands and scowled, wriggling a little as she tugged. Patrick smiled smugly, watching her vain struggles. Fuck that was hot. Even more so because he could feel her pulse accelerating as he ran his hands up and down her inner thighs, caressing her. Being bound was turning her on.

  She scowled as she turned her attention back to him. "I want to touch you," she complained.

  "Maybe next time."

  That was a good thought. Next time he'd cuff her ankles and spread them wide apart and leave her hands free.

  Sliding his hands up her body, he cupped her breasts, leaning over to suck and tug on her nipples. Moaning, Lexie wrapped her legs around him as best she could, digging her heels into his back to try and urge him to cover her body completely with his.

  But their height difference was enough that, once he entered her, he'd have to bend nearly in half to reach her nipples with his mouth. Which meant that he was going to take his time to enjoy them now. It would heighten both of their anticipation... he wanted her wet and wild, hungry and needing, by the time he entered her. Because he wasn't going to last long once he got inside of her, and he wanted to feel her orgasming around his cock, he needed her aching for it.

  "Oh fuck..." Her head pressed against the mattress as her body arched, her sensitive nipples making her writhe as he played with them. He loved hearing the curses fall from her lips, the husky quality to her voice, the breathy way she spoke as her arousal spiked. The head of his cock rubbed against her inner thigh, smearing pre-cum along its surface. “Please… please Patrick, make me cum…”

  “Not yet.”

  Practically whimpering, Lexie's legs tried to tighten around him again, pulling him towards her, but her strength was no match for his. Patrick focused on her nipples, squeezing her breasts as he laved each one with his tongue in turn. The little buds were tight and swollen, eager for his attentions, her breathing becoming heavier the more he played.

  "Fuck me... please, Patrick, please, fuck me, I need you inside of me! Please, Patrick, fuck me."

  The little minx had realized how much he liked it when she begged. His cock jerked, but he just smiled around her nipple and sucked it deeper into her mouth, interrupting her pleas as she gasped at the sensation of pleasure-pain. Reaching down between their bodies with one hand, he lined his cock up with her pussy and rubbed it up and down the slick length of her slit, teasing her with the blunt head.

  Moaning, Lexie bucked her hips, rubbing herself against him as he circled her clit and moved back down to her swollen folds, all the while sucking ferociously on her nipple. She could beg all she liked, but he'd only give in when he felt like it. The power he had over her, that she gave to him, was heady. At any time, she could call the whole thing off, but she just kept giving him what he demanded, offering her body up on a silver platter, and accepting the sexual torture of his whims.

  So fucking perfect. It was time to truly make her his.

  Releasing her nipple from his mouth with a pop, he shifted above her, lining his cock up against her pussy and pushing slightly. Propped up on one arm, looming over her, he watched as her eyes widened, her lips falling open as she gasped in sexual excitement as he entered her. They both moaned at the same time as his cock breached the tight entrance of her body. She was like a silken vise around him, so tight that she was practically strangling his cock and he barely had more than an inch inside of her.

  "Fuck Pixie... you're so tight... you have no idea how good that feels."

  She opened her mouth to answer, but he'd already drawn back slightly and was thrusting forward again, working himself deeper inside of her, and all that emerged was a moan. Patrick muttered more curses under his breath as he moved his hips, thrusting gently but firmly as he slid more of his cock inside of her with every stroke.

  So fucking tight. So fucking perfect.

  "Oh my god... you're inside me. You're actually inside me."

  Those wide, blue eyes lit up from within, like a kid on Christmas morning, made him feel like a fucking god. The awe in her voice, the resolution, like a revelation of a wish come true, was everything that he felt now that they were finally joined.

  Still, he couldn't help the masculine smirk that came to his lips.

  "Not quite all the way inside you, yet, sweetheart."

  ******

  Another thrust, and Patrick's cock went deeper. Lexie moaned, writhing, her legs feeling rubbery as he slid his arms underneath them, pushing them up onto his shoulders. With one arm on either side of her body, he had her completely trapped beneath him and was slowly bending her in half as he filled her with his cock. It was so big that it almost hurt, but the pain was so, so good. Her pussy felt stretched to its utter limit, and yet h
er body greedily hungered for more.

  The feel of him sliding back and forth as he went ever deeper was almost sublime in its erotic perfection. Lexie tossed her head back and forth as he fucked her, so gently, so tenderly, and yet without one second of hesitation. There was no sense that he was holding back. Everything about him, from the possessiveness in his eyes, to the way he had her caged in with his body, said that he was claiming her for his own and there was no escape. Not that she wanted to get away, but there was seriously something hot about the whole "run and I'll carry you off to my den” caveman attitude that he had going on.

  The flickering light from the candles made him seem almost part of the dark shadows on his ceiling, almost supernatural, like some kind of incubus or sex god. Like any good supplicant, she was more than happy to worship him or offer herself up like a sacrifice.

  But even with her hands bound and her body bent to his will, that's not how she felt. Instead, despite the bondage, despite his alpha-male demeanor, Lexie felt like he was making love to her. The look in his eyes was possessive, but tender too, like he was somehow in awe of her and what she was giving to him. His motion was unyielding, but so gentle; he took such care to make sure that she was feeling nothing but pleasure, even when that pleasure included a bite of pain.

  Intentionally, she squeezed her pussy around him, wanting to give him a measure of that ecstasy back to him, and he groaned, sinking deeper. The feel of him, embedded so deeply inside of her as his body finally came to rest against hers, had her gasping.

  "Fuck, you're big."

  That adorable and oh-so-infuriating smirk was back on his face. "Ah Pixie, you always know the right thing to say."

  Leaning down, keeping them fully connected, he pressed a kiss to her lips. Automatically, she opened for him so that his tongue could thrust inside, filling her mouth the same way his cock was filling her pussy. It was pure bliss as he kissed her, her body spasming around him, and she was incredibly thankful that she kept herself limber and flexible, because she wouldn't have traded this moment for anything in the world. Being bent in half could have been incredibly uncomfortable, but all she felt was an emotional rapture that had her flying high.