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Mastering Lexie
Book 4 of Stronghold Doms
Prologue
I’m going to do this. Yep. I am really, totally going to do this.
Squaring her shoulders, Lexie pushed the front door to Stronghold open and stepped into the all too familiar lobby. A lobby that she’d spent far too much time in over the last year and a half, just as a way to get her foot in the door. Well she’d gotten that, and she’d even gotten past the door onto the main floor of the BDSM club. Unfortunately, her forward momentum seemed to have stalled out there.
And she was so damned tired of waiting.
It seemed like half her life had been spent waiting. Waiting for him to realize she was definitely interested in the lifestyle he led. Waiting for him to realize that working the front desk of Stronghold wasn’t scaring her off of the lifestyle, it was actually making her want it more.
Waiting for him to sweep her off her feet - or at the very least, push her onto her knees.
She’d tried the waiting game. Acted the brat to get his attention when she felt like he’d been ignoring her for too long. Hoped that one day he’d lose his temper enough to actually punish her; to treat her like a real, adult woman, a sexual submissive, and not just the annoying little sister of his best friend.
There were times, moments, when she saw flashes of attraction in his eyes. He hadn’t done a scene with any other woman since she’d started working here, not even when she’d had a boyfriend, so that had to mean something, didn’t it? The other submissives seemed to think so. Some of them had been kind of pissed at her about it at first, but none of them had tempted him into breaking his abstinence. Which Lexie was grateful for.
She would have dealt with it, but it would have sucked.
By now he should be at least as sexually frustrated as she was. After all, she hadn’t done anything beyond making out with her last boyfriend. Trevor had been a poor distraction from Patrick. Honestly, it hadn’t really been fair to Trevor either, because she’d been using him. Then again, he’d been a jackass, so she hadn’t really felt bad about it at the end.
All of which had led her here. Today. Underneath her coat, all she had on was a blue waist cincher and a very skimpy, lacy black thong that contrasted beautifully with her creamy skin.
Well, that was all unless she counted the two silver hoops through her nipples, which were rubbing against the front of her coat and making her pussy cream at the exquisite sensation. She’d been covering them up and hiding them under her bras while they healed; letting her breasts bob freely felt wonderful now. Since her boobs weren’t exactly plentiful she’d never really needed to wear a bra until she’d gotten her nipples pierced and needed the barrier between the sensitive nubs and the rest of the world.
It hadn’t hurt that bad when she’d had them done, but by the next day it had hurt like a bitch. Especially when her breasts brushed against anything. So the bra had served two purposes. A hardcore masochist, she was not.
“You can do this,” she muttered to herself, wiping damp palms against the short trench coat.
The club would be empty right now, except for him. Everyone who worked at the front desk knew that Patrick was always here long before the club opened, in his office working on the books or advertisements or whatever else he needed to do to keep the club running. He liked the quiet of this time of day, especially since when the club was open he preferred to be out on the floor.
She hadn’t told anyone she was going to be here today, which wasn’t like her. But she didn’t want the pressure of people waiting to hear how things went. Especially because things could definitely go horribly wrong. She was baiting the bear in his den, grasping the reins from a complete control freak, and hoping against hope that it wouldn’t blow up in her face.
Hopefully this would prod him into some kind of real action. Getting jumped on and ravished would be nice, but she didn’t hold out much real hope for that. Maybe a spanking or some kind of punishment, something that would at least give her the chance to show him that she could take it. Even if he just agreed to let her onto the other floors in Stronghold where people were actually doing interesting things instead of making her stay on the main floor at the bar with all of their friends watching over her, in exchange for getting out of his office... she would take it. It would still be progress.
So he’d been her older brother’s best friend for years... that didn’t make him her older brother, even if being “like” her big brother was the excuse he used for bossing her around. She’d acquired a whole bevy of big brothers from Jake’s friends, all of them Doms at Stronghold, all of them super overprotective. Lexie called them the Sentinels, after the robots from the X-men. They were illogically, unwaveringly devoted to their cause since Jake shipped off to Afghanistan, and Patrick was their leader. Which was why she called him Master Mold.
Slowly but surely, she’d been inserting herself into Patrick’s life at Stronghold, trying to show him that she could handle his needs - hell, that her needs were the same. Lexie preferred it when Patrick was bossing her around. It didn’t just turn her on, it made her feel grounded. She’d spent her entire life with bossy, older men, thanks to Jake and his group of alpha male friends. Sometimes she liked to poke at them, because it was fun, but she felt happiest when Patrick put his foot down and drew her back into line. He was the only one who ever did so; the rest of the guys always deferred to him.
It made her feel secure. Cared for. Even treasured. Of course, it could also get a little smothering sometimes in a way she didn’t care for, and that’s when she tended to act out. It felt like she spent all her time wishing he would spank her or tie her down and tease her mercilessly until she was begging to orgasm. The kind of things the couples in their group did together, as Lexie watched enviously from the sidelines.
She was so damn tired of watching from the sidelines. That thought helped her gather her courage. Her head tilted up, chin in the air, she squared her small shoulders, marching - as best she could on 4” heels - to Patrick’s office door.
Caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement, Patrick watched the security camera screen of Stronghold’s lobby as Lexie vacillated, obviously gathering her courage to come into his office. During normal club hours he didn’t often watch the front lobby camera, since he always had someone stationed at the door.
Of course, sometimes he’d take a peek just to see what Lexie was doing. What she was wearing. Just to check in on her.
Before his front door crew got here, however, he always had it up and running. Patrick didn’t like surprises.
Somehow, Lexie showing up early wasn’t exactly a surprise. He’d have to be completely blind to be unaware of her... interest... in him. The crush that she’d had since she was in high school. Back then he’d just thought it was cute. Now she was an adult, had been legal for years, and his cock had decided that cute was no longer the operative word.
But until Jake got back from Afghanistan, Patrick wasn’t going to go there. His best friend had asked him to keep an eye on Lexie while he was away, and, to Patrick’s mind, that did not involve bringing her home to sleep in his bed. Even if his body was clamoring to.
Of course Jake understood that BDSM wasn’t abuse, but it was one thing to know so intellectually, and another to know that your best friend was tying your baby sister to his bed, shoving a plug up her ass, and fucking her until she screamed for mercy. And that was the most vanilla of Patrick’s fantasies when it came to his best friend’s little sister.
Not that the problems ended with her brother. Although, that was what Patrick had told all of his friends when they’d asked about what was going on between Lexie and himself. They thought he was holding back out of respect to Jake, and he was, but there was more to it than that.
