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Patrick’s body nearly jerked every time the paddle landed on Lexie’s ass, the meaty thunk of it making his cock throb. He’d spanked her bare bottomed, with his hand, and the memory was all too visceral right now. He knew exactly how the flesh of her ass moved, the way it jiggled, and the way her pussy glistened as each blow landed.
Her face was becoming flushed, her body moving back to meet the paddle. There was no way to mistake the expression on her face as anything but ecstasy. Half of his internal arguments about whether or not to get involved with her were being melted away.
Fuck.
Turning away for just a moment, to catch his breath, he looked across the room at the other scenes. A grin flashed across his face, his tension receding for just a moment, as he saw Adam dragging a defiant looking Angel towards the spanking benches. If Adam was here, the others probably were too. Liam only played with Hilary in the club if one of the private rooms was available. They’d all been booked already tonight, so Patrick doubted the couple was anywhere on the premises now.
Justin, Chris and Jessica were just coming down the stairs. Unlike Angel, Jessica looked flushed and a tiny bit repentant. Or maybe just resigned. Since Rick and Maria weren’t following them, Patrick could only conclude Rick had followed Liam’s lead and taken Maria home to deal with her there.
Justin and Chris had Jessica bend over the spanking bench next to Angel. Little subbies who were bad together got punished together. Both of them were squirming almost as soon as they were restrained, obviously arguing with their boyfriends. Well, Angel was arguing, Jessica looked more like she was trying to coax Justin and Chris to see her point of view. Not that they were getting anywhere with either tactic.
A sharp cry had him turning back to Lexie and Michael’s scene, all of his tension returning with a vengeance. Lexie was panting, her eyes glazed and her expression pleading as Michael flicked the weights on her nipples. From his position, Patrick couldn’t see her ass, and he was grateful for that. Michael loved to redden a subbie’s ass to a nice, dark ruby. He doubted the Dom had gone that far with Lexie, for her first scene, but he didn’t want to see her well-spanked ass right now anyway. Especially since he hadn’t been the one doing the spanking.
When Michael stooped down to his bag and pulled out a vibrator, Patrick thought his entire body might actually implode as all of his muscles clamped down at once. For a moment he thought about fleeing. He did not need to know what Lexie looked like in the throes of passion.
His cock throbbed even harder. Fuck, he was going to cum in his pants like a goddamn teenage boy at this rate.
“Would you like to come, honey?” Michael asked, his voice easily carrying to Patrick. The sadist was probably enjoying fucking with him as much as he was with Lexie.
“Please...” Lexie’s throaty plea was all hot need, her wide eyes blinking as she trembled. The vibrator Michael was holding was a fairly simple one, with a clit attachment, but Patrick already knew she was going to go off like a rocket. She was already on the brink.
It felt like her skin was on fire. Her nipples throbbed. She was wetter than she’d ever been in her entire life. So, so wet she could actually feel her juices leaking from her pussy. The entire world had narrowed down to this moment, this tiny space of reality. Just her, Master Michael, and, on the very fringes of her consciousness, Patrick.
Lexie loved sex. That was nothing new. But none of her experiences had ever been anything like this. Not just because she was in Stronghold and Patrick was watching, but because even when her previous boyfriends had tied her up, none of them had taken control like Master Michael had. None of them had ever pushed her limits - because they wouldn’t have known what or how to push. She’d never danced on such a thin edge of pain and pleasure. Never had the build-up be constructed so thoroughly, so painstakingly, and so slowly.
Every nerve in her body was buzzing, humming with eager anticipation. Cool air flowed over the sensitive skin where Michael had flogged her, and between her legs where her heated pussy was swollen and ready. The burning in her nipples as the weights bounced sent jolts of lightning straight to her core. She’d played with clamps before, on her own; the weights provided a similar but different sensation, and the entire experience was completely different when she couldn’t just remove the source of tugging pain as soon as she wanted to. Master Michael was in control of everything. What she felt, when she felt it, and the intensity of what she felt.
“Please,” she begged him, her pussy already clenching as he held up the purple vibrator. Her wrists tugged at her restraints, making her breasts jiggle, and she moaned again as the weights bounced slightly, tugging on her nipple rings and making the tiny buds ache.
Master Michael shifted, so he was kneeling in front of her, and she arched her hips forward as the thick, plastic tip nudged against her pussy lips. She was so wet he had no problem sliding the shaft inside of her, thrusting it slightly as her pussy opened for the fake dick. It wasn’t as good as the real thing - it never was - but it still felt fucking fantastic right now. Lexie panted, her head falling back as her hips moved in time with the slight thrusts.
She jerked, whimpering as it turned on, low. The clit attachment barely brushed her swollen bud, teasing her, but not bringing her anywhere near fulfillment.
“Please, Master Michael... please, I need to cum,” she begged, her voice rising in a sob. She didn’t care. Pride had no place in this. There was just the overwhelming, rising tide of tension coiling in her center.
His hand smacked against her inner thigh, on skin already made pink by the strands of his flogger, and Lexie gasped.
“Don’t you dare cum yet, not until I tell you to.”
The self-assured, almost arrogant, tone of his voice didn’t allow for contradiction or bargaining. She responded to it, immediately, struggling against the low thrum of the vibrator, trying to angle her hips away from fluttering clit attachment, because she wanted to obey his command. But he pressed forward, the vibrations increasing, as the clit attachment pressed against her sensitive bundle of nerves and Lexie almost screamed.
“Please... I can’t...”
“Just another minute, honey, not yet.”
Oh god... it felt like she was melting, like her insides were turning into molten lava. The pleasure from the vibrator was coursing through her, making her toes curl as she dug her fingers into the restraints around her wrists, clinging to the edge of sanity.
The vibrator pulsed, and the fluttering against her clit went electric. White noise roared in Lexie’s ears as she convulsed, her throat tightening on a scream.
“Cum now, Lexie.”
The permission came a second before she would have lost control anyway, and she screamed as her body shuddered. The orgasm was overwhelming, bigger and brighter than any she’d ever experienced in her life. Waves rolled through her, buffeting her consciousness, turning her into a throbbing mass as pain spiked through her nipples and ecstasy sizzled along her nerves.
It was white heat, sparkling fireflies dancing in her vision, as the tension unraveled from her body in spiraling vortexes of rapture. She hung, wrapped in warmth, as the immediate stimulation faded away, leaving her in a hazy fog of sated bliss.
“I’ve got her.”
The deep tones pinged on her consciousness, some part of her mind perking up with interest as strong arms wrapped around her, holding her up. Her wrists dropped, no longer secured. The warmth of the cuffs left, leaving her wrists cool. The weights on her nipples lifted, leaving them sensitive and tingling.
