Mastering Lexie (Stronghold Book 4)

by Golden Angel

  The tight hole stretched and spasmed, sensitive nerve endings buzzing as he fucked her ass with his finger for a minute, before adding a second one. The slight burn as her hole stretched had her pussy spasming with jealousy.

  "Open up the box on the left."

  Blinking, the boxes came back into focus. He'd bent her over so that they were right in front of her. She reached out and grabbed the one on the left, opening it as he continued to press his fingers in and out of her anus. When she got the top off, she gasped, and her buttocks instinctively clenched around him. Inside was a glass plug, the same brilliant blue as the first one he'd ever given her, but this one was bigger. Thicker, longer, and just as unyielding. Her anus spasmed at the thought of having it inside of her, and she whimpered.

  "Oh god..."

  "Hand me the plug, Pixie."

  Her breath came faster as she realized that he was going to put it inside of her right now. It would be the biggest thing she'd ever have in her ass now, and a shiver of fear went down her spine as her pussy creamed. Even though she knew that Patrick would never hurt her, the plug was intimidating. Scary. He made an approving noise as she handed the plug back to him, and she knew that he was enjoying seeing her reaction.

  The fingers that had lubricated her rear channel withdrew, leaving her achingly empty and tense, because she knew what was coming. She could hear him spreading lube on the big plug, and the anxiety of waiting amped up her arousal and her trepidation. When the cold nose of the plug nudged against her crinkled hole, she couldn't help but tense up.

  Patrick's free hand came down on her lower back, just under the cincher and just above her butt cheeks. "Relax, Pixie. This won't hurt more than you let it."

  "So very comforting, Sir," she said through gritted teeth.

  SMACK! SMACK!

  Her body bucked as his hand came down fast and hard, spanking each butt cheek. She relaxed automatically as his hand returned to its resting position, and he immediately took the opportunity to slide the end of the plug into her ass, before she tensed up again.

  "Breathe in… and out," he said softly, gently. Coaxing, rather than ordering. Lexie took a shaky breath and let it out, forcing her muscles to release their tension at the same time. The plug pressed inward, and she whimpered again.

  She could already feel it, cold and yet starting to warm, stretching her anus wider than his fingers had. Digging her fingers into the bed sheets, she dropped her head down and tried to breathe slowly, as deeply as she could in the cincher and this position. It made her feel a little light-headed, which also made it easier for her muscles to start to relax.

  The plug worked back and forth, going a little deeper each time, stretching her a little more. Patrick's fingers made soothing little circles on her lower back and upper buttocks as he murmured encouragement, telling her how pretty her little pink asshole looked, stretching around the plug, and what a good girl she was being. Warmth trickled through her, because she was doing this for him, and she wanted to please him. She sure as hell didn't want to disappoint him, and he wanted the plug in her ass.

  "Almost there, sweetheart, you're at just about the widest point."

  Groaning, because it already felt like her asshole was stretched as widely as it could go, Lexie felt sweat beading the back of her neck. The discomfort was strong, and yet her pussy was pulsing non-stop. She could cum so easily, so quickly, with just a bit of stimulation against her clit. Her ass throbbed with a painful ache that she knew wasn't going to go away once he got the plug worked into her ass.

  A sharper pain lanced through her, and she cried out as he pushed the unyielding plug in, her asshole snapping shut behind it. Not that it could close all the way, but the little notch between the bulb of the plug and the base was much more comfortable than being stretching incessantly. Panting, Lexie shifted back and forth on the balls of her feet, trying to settle into the feeling of having something so large impaling her. The cool surface was quickly heating to her body's temperature, but that didn't help with the largeness of the plug.

  "Good girl." Patrick's voice was warm as he swatted her ass.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  His palm was firm but not too hard, rousing her without punishing her. As her ass clenched reflexively, she couldn't help but moan and wriggle, pleasure and heat pushing past the discomfort.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  When he stopped, she wanted to beg him to continue... except that what she really wanted was for him to finish so that they could get to the club and the scene. Because she knew there was no way he was going to get her off here. Dammit. The surface of her butt felt warm in such a delicious way, and the spanking had actually helped her adjust to the thick invader inside her ass.

  "Stand up and spread your legs." Patrick's voice was a little hoarse, in that husky way that let her know he was seriously turned on too. She loved hearing his voice sound like that.

  Chapter 18

  Picking up the second box, Patrick had to adjust his cock before kneeling down in front of her. The scent of her pussy was nearly overwhelming, slickness glistening on her lips and the very tops of her thighs. From the way she was shifting, he could tell that she was still a bit discomforted by the large plug he'd just pushed into her. Which made him even more turned on.

  Such a pretty, perfect sub, taking that big, hard plug just to please him. He was very, very pleased.

  Unfortunately for her, she wasn't going to be rewarded yet. Just tormented more.

  Opening the box, he looked up to see if she recognized what was in it. Her brow was scrunched up in the way it always did when she was presented with a puzzle or something she didn't understand.

  "Have you seen one of these before?" he asked, picking it up. To a bystander's eye, it might look like a hair ornament. It was one piece of silver metal, curved into a horseshoe shape, but much narrower, so that the two prongs nearly pressed together. Decorative jewels dangled from each end of the prong.

  "I don't think so?" she said, making it more of a question than a statement, her confusion evident.

  "Well then this should be interesting," he murmured, smiling up at her wickedly. He did love to see the expression on her face when he did something unexpected. Putting his finger between the prongs, he held them open as his other hand tugged on her labia. Above him, Lexie gasped, her body shuddering in reaction.

  He slid the prongs over her labia, tucking the rounded end over her clit and then pulled his finger out of the way so that the prongs pressed together. Between them, her labia and clit pouted, trapped between the silver lengths, the little jewels dangling between her legs.

  "That feels... really weird..." Lexie said, shimmying her hips a little bit as she looked down, obviously trying to see exactly what he'd done. She gasped as he brushed his fingers over her trapped labia and clit. He'd basically just clamped her labia together, as well as her clit, and the jewelry would hold her pussy shut. Because they weren't as strong as nipple clamps, it wouldn't trap her blood flow in quite the same way, but it would make her much more sensitive. “What is it?”

  “Labia jewelry, for a pretty, non-pierced pussy.”

  Biting down on her lower lip, she shifted her weight back and forth, her body obviously having some trouble getting used to the new sensations. His cock was hard as a rock from watching her. As he stood, he slid his hands up her body, caressing her curves, which were exaggerated by the waist cincher.

  Her eyes sparkled at him with eagerness, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. "Let me guess, there's something for my nipples in the last box."

  It wasn't a bad guess, considering that his hands had stopped their upward momentum on her breasts. He liked holding her breasts, feeling the press of her nipples into his hand, the coolness of the silver rings. Knowing that it was time for the last box, his chest tightened. He thought he knew what her answer would be, but he wasn't arrogant enough to be completely sure.

  "Ah... not exactly, no."

  As if
she sensed his anxiousness, despite his attempt to be as blank faced as possible, Lexie stilled, looking up at him curiously. Tension hung in the air, anticipation thrumming between them.

  Dropping his hands away from her breasts, he turned and picked up the last box. His face felt like a mask, hiding his emotions as he turned it towards her so that when he opened it, she would be able to see what was inside immediately.

  Her eyes widened when he lifted the lid and she realized it was a jewelry box.

  Inside, laid out on velvet, was a shimmering strand of silver with little blue stones inset along its length. As always, the blue was the same as her eyes. Lexie's jaw dropped as she stared at the deceptively delicate piece.

  "Do you know what this is?" Patrick asked softly.

  "A collar?" she asked, her hand coming up to hover over the necklace, as if she was afraid of touching it. Her face had paled, and with her head tilted slightly down to look at it, he couldn't read her expression. It felt like his heart was pounding in his chest.

  He'd never offered a woman his collar before. Never even considered it. Sometimes he'd wondered if he ever would. His friends hadn't felt the need to, with their girlfriends. But as soon as Lexie had signed the contract, he'd ordered this one for her. He hadn't felt the need to wait and see how things went between them. He'd started off this relationship deadly serious about her and that hadn't changed in the past couple of weeks, if anything, he'd just become more sure that she was what he wanted for the rest of his life.

  A collar wasn't quite the same as a proposal, at least not to everyone, but for him it was. The conventional proposal would come later, possibly months from now, but he wanted his collar around her neck, proclaiming her as his for anyone who recognized what it was. Unlike the training collar, this collar was meant to be worn all the time.

  Unfortunately there was hesitation and uncertainty apparent in Lexie's body language, and he didn't know if it's because she was unsure about the collar or about him.

  "You don't have to wear it," he said softly. "If you're more comfortable in the training-"

  "No! I mean, yes... yes I want to wear it." Her conviction was fierce, and she finally put her hand down on it, her eyes coming up to meet his, flashing with passion and glistening with tears. Patrick's heart felt like it stuttered inside of his chest with relief.

  He picked it up and tossed the box onto the bed, not even looking at where he threw it. Opening the clasp, which they'd have welded shut sometime in the future, he held it up to her throat, leaning his head down for a kiss at the same time.

  Slim fingers stroked his chest as his tongue parted her lips, and his hands came together at the back of her neck. The kiss, the collar, both were promises to be kept between them.

  An almost savage satisfaction ran through him as the clasp snapped closed around her neck. He cupped the back of her head, holding her against him, ruthlessly plundering her mouth with his tongue as his passion raged, trying to break through his control.

  But that wasn't the plan for tonight. They were going to the club, where he could finish claiming her completely. Pulling away, both of them breathing heavily, he smiled as he saw the delicate silver chain around her throat, hugging the base of it.

  Mine.

  ******

  Lexie couldn't stop touching her collar. It was so light around her neck that she had to keep stroking it to make sure it was really there. She had never thought that Patrick might want to collar her. Collaring wasn't something every couple did, even if they were involved in BDSM. Somehow, she doubted that Liam or Rick would ever do it. She could maybe picture Adam wanting a collar on Angel's neck... maybe Justin even if Chris didn't seem the type.

  She hadn't realized how good it would make her feel. If the corset was like Patrick's arms around her body, holding her tight, the collar was something even more. Not just a physical reminder that she'd wear every day, but also a visible token of his emotion, his love, as well as his ownership over her body. An ownership that she'd given to him, like a gift.

  A gift that she'd not regretted, one that he obviously cherished. The collar acknowledged that gift and proclaimed it for the entire world to see... but for anyone who didn't know its significance, it would just be a beautiful necklace from her boyfriend.

  The collar had a much larger effect on her than the butt plug or the waist cincher did, even when she couldn't sit comfortably on the car ride to the club. She barely noticed how much she was shifting, sitting up as straight as she could to breathe more easily, trying not to jostle the plug too much. The discomfort took a backseat to the joy and pleasure of stroking her collar.

  Freddy recognized what it was the second she and Patrick walked in and she took off her coat. Although, it seemed that he'd dressed her to draw attention to it anyway. Her waist cincher's little blue flowers matched the blue stones in the necklace and the silver chain matched the silver fabric. Even the jewels brushing against her inner thighs as she walked matched the collar.

  Walking, with the clamp on her pussy lips, was the only thing that nearly distracted her from the collar. The swollen lips were so sensitive that just moving her thighs against them made her want to whimper. She was so, so wet, her clit clasped tightly between the prongs, and yet there was no relief in sight. The plug was so big that it was also jostled by her movements, causing a few sharp twinges of discomfort, but mostly heightening her arousal.

  "Congratulations," Freddy whispered to her, giving her a big grin and thumbs up after Patrick had turned to head into the club.

  "Thanks," Lexie whispered back, giving him a little wave before moving after Patrick, as quickly as she could considering the throbbing heat between her legs.

  Jared was at the door to the club, his eyes determinedly on her face as she passed by.

  "Good for you," he said to Patrick, giving Lexie an encouraging smile. She smiled back up at him. Club gossip about the collar would go around quickly, just as it had when it had come out that Patrick and Lexie had signed an exclusive contract. The subs were calling them Paxie - but not where Patrick could hear. Lexie thought it was hilarious, although she hadn't had the nerve to mention it to him. Some things Patrick just did not have a sense of humor about.

  As for their friends, with Jared here, even if none of them were in the club tonight, she didn't doubt they'd all know by tomorrow morning that Patrick had collared her. Heck, they might even know by the time she and Patrick were done with their scene. It all depended on whether Jared waited till he wasn't working to send the first text.

  Turned out, it didn't matter. Adam and Angel were at the bar with Rick and Maria. Although Patrick led her by the bar, with just a wave at their friends, Adam's eyes zeroed in on Lexie's neck immediately. It didn't help that she couldn't wipe the silly, love-struck grin on her face away. She knew that he immediately knew the significance of the silver glimmering around her neck, which meant all their friends were going to know, probably within the hour. Adam elbowed Rick, nodding at Patrick and Lexie, and leaning in to whisper in his ear. She got a glimpse of Rick's startled expression just before they passed out of her eyesight, unless she wanted to turn her head to look at them.

  She was pretty sure Rick wasn't startled because of her outfit, although all of the guys had had that look on their face initially. Over the past couple of weeks, all her former Sentinels had gotten used to seeing her in various states of undress at Stronghold. Like Jared, they mostly kept their eyes on her face, as if they could pretend that Patrick didn't often have her breasts on display. Which, when she thought about it, was actually kind of amusing considering Patrick's possessive reaction about scening with her in a more private setting. Then again, showing everyone what they couldn't touch was one thing, actually displaying her at her most vulnerable, at their most intimate, was something else.

  At the base of the stairs, Patrick stopped, and Lexie quickly came to a halt as he turned towards her.

  "Walk up the stairs in front of me. We're going to the Arabian Nights
room."

  Her favorite room, because it was so romantic. Anticipation fizzed through her as she took the first step.

  It felt strange, walking in front of him. Usually when they walked around the club, Patrick had her either beside him or just behind him. Glancing over her shoulder, she realized that he was several steps behind her, and staring straight at her ass.

  Heat bloomed in her cheeks as she wondered what kind of view he would have from there. She was sure that he could see the flat, blue base of the plug nestled between her butt cheeks at the very least. With the prongs clamping her labia together, she wouldn't be surprised if he could see her swollen lips as well; definitely the little jewels dangling down between her legs. Knowing where his gaze was made her even more aware of the lower half of her body, heightening the sensations as pleasure and sensual awareness curled in her stomach.

  ******

  He was going to have Lexie walk in front of him more often. Especially up stairs. The view was spectacular, and he was very glad that he had decided not to include a skirt in her outfit tonight. Yes, there was a possessive, jealous beast rampaging inside of him whenever someone looked at her, but there was also the satisfied Dom who enjoyed showing off his submissive and seeing others' admiration. Besides, he'd noticed that Lexie truly was a bit of an exhibitionist; she became aroused from walking around the club partially nude. He could deal with some possessive jealousy in order to satisfy his submissive. His Lexie.

  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.