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“Well at least one of you isn’t going to hate me for training her,” Patrick said, sighing a bit. He didn’t like to think of the stress this was going to put on his friendships. “Although I can always hide behind Olivia, I guess.” Both of them chuckled at that, because they knew Patrick would never actually do that… but the truth was, she’d probably be even more effective than him at putting the other guys in their place.
“No one hates you, they’re just worried,” Andrew said. His tone was more matter-of-fact than reassuring though. “They don’t like the idea that Lexie’s all grown up, and they’re worried about what she’ll do to you.”
“What she’ll do to me?” Patrick asked, raising his eyebrows. That was definitely not what he’d been expecting to hear. This little impromptu chat with Andrew was digging up all sorts of revelations. “Not what I’ll do to her?”
“Of course not,” Andrew scoffed. “We all know you’ll handle her with kid gloves. Heck, if anything, you’re too lenient with her sometimes. Nah, they’re worried what it’ll do to you if things don’t work out. Or if Jake has a problem with you training her.”
“Do you think he will?” Patrick asked. It was a moment of vulnerability for him, because he would have never asked the question normally. He went through life confident, choosing his path and, once set on it, never questioning his decision. But Andrew had just reminded him that, out of all their friends, he had the true big brother perspective and Patrick needed to know. “What would you think if one of us wanted to bring Iris to Stronghold?”
“You’re all too old and perverted for her,” Andrew said immediately, pointing a big brotherly warning finger at Patrick in jest. “Seriously though? I don’t want to know much about what my sister likes... ah... in the bedroom. I also automatically don’t like any guy she dates. Then again, the guys she dates are all douchebags.”
“Yeah, but are they douchebags because they’re assholes, or are they douchebags because they’re dating your sister?” Patrick muttered, taking another fortifying swig of beer. He could only imagine what hoops Andrew made his sister’s boyfriends jump through when meeting him.
“A little bit of both,” Andrew admitted. “I dunno... if one of our friends wanted to date her, I’d struggle with it. But that has as much to do with the age difference as anything. On the other hand, it might do Iris some good to have a boyfriend she couldn’t just push around and bend to her whim when she wants to run wild. She could probably use a spanking. Or three.”
“Well, I guess I’ll just have to hope Jake will be as open-minded as you are.” Catching what he just said, Patrick coughed. He hadn’t meant to admit he wanted to date Lexie. Even though he knew Andrew knew. It just made him feel better to leave that off the conversational table until he had a chance to talk with Jake about it. Jake should be the first guy he openly talked about it with. “I mean, about me training Lexie.”
“Uh huh.” Andrew’s dark eyes sparkled with suppressed mirth as Patrick let out a little growling sound.
“I’m gonna take a walk around the club,” he said, finishing off his beer and pushing the empty bottle towards Andrew.
“Sure thing, boss,” Andrew said. He started humming along to the music playing as Patrick stalked away.
He did feel a little better after talking to Andrew though. Sort of. Hopefully Jake would take the same viewpoint about Lexie that Andrew did. Patrick could wait out Jake struggling with the idea as long as, in the end, he got Lexie. Suppressing a groan, he realized he was getting ahead of himself again. It was just so hard not to think of Lexie as his. But she wasn’t. She might never be. That was the whole point of training her first. Plus, he wasn’t exactly reassured knowing his friends were worried about the same things he was. Namely, what would happen if things didn’t work out between him and Lexie. The sexual tension between them could easily become awkward, or even unhappy, and it would spread to the group as a whole. If Lexie couldn’t be what he hoped for, what he needed... it was going to hurt. A lot. On the other hand, he didn’t like to think what it would be like if he disappointed her.
He looked around the Dungeon, which was empty. Noises came from the themes rooms, but, as usual, none of the swingers had wanted to utilize the spanking benches or the Saint Andrew’s crosses. Standing in front of the chains where Lexie had hung, less than a week ago, Patrick felt his cock twitch as he remembered how fucking good she’d looked, trussed up and pink-skinned, with weights hanging from her rings and her head thrown back in ecstasy.
For Master Michael.
Grimacing, Patrick started planning. Lexie had already had her Introduction scene, so that’s not what this Thursday was about. He told himself it wasn’t going to be about topping that scene either, but he knew he was lying to himself. He’d sent the survey to her and already received it back, which had given him plenty of ideas for what to do when she came in.
Longest.
Workday.
Ever.
Normally Lexie liked her job. Okay, so being a receptionist at a Doctor’s office wasn’t exactly demanding, although she had to deal with the occasional unhappy patient (especially when the doctors got behind schedule, which they always did), but it wasn’t a hard job. It also wasn’t what she thought she’d be doing when she graduated, but she hadn’t really known what she wanted to do. So she’d picked up this job, and then just got kind of stuck.
That kind of seemed to be the way of her life, honestly, ever since graduating college. She would start towards something she wanted, find a way to settle until she could get it, and then get stuck on that settling point. Like working two receptionist jobs because she didn’t know what she wanted to do, or dating guys like Trevor until Patrick came to his senses, or working at Stronghold instead of actually getting to attend the club.
But tonight, she was taking one major leap forward. Not just settling. She was getting into Stronghold, for a real scene, and she was doing it with Patrick. That was the key. Because her scene with Master Michael had been real in the kinky sense, but not in the ‘this could lead somewhere’ sense. In a way, that had been settling too.
Except it had also been the catalyst for finally moving forward.
Now she just had to get through the workday.
Her phone buzzed. The little leap of her heart when she saw it was Patrick might be silly, but she couldn’t help the way her body reacted. She was such a cliché sometimes when it came to him.
Be here at 8 pm tonight. Wear the blue waist cincher you wore to my office. No thong.
Oh heavenly hot flashes... Lexie squeezed her thighs together as she stared down at her phone screen. It was all she could do not to whimper. Why did being bossed around and told what to wear and when to show up turn her on so much?
Still, the snarky inner brat in her rose up as she texted him back.
What about the heels and trench coat?
The phone on her desk rang and Lexie quickly slid her cell into her pocket, feeling strangely guilty like she’d been caught doing something wrong even though she obviously hadn’t. The patients in the waiting room couldn’t even see what she was doing unless they approached the desk, but all of them were involved in whatever reading material they’d brought. None of them knew she was texting about going to a BDSM club or that she was now officially horny as hell.
