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Jessica squeezed his waist and then pulled away and gave him a smile before trotting back to Justin and Chris. He smiled at them, so they wouldn’t give her too hard a time after she gave them the message. She deserved a spanking, but nothing too harsh. Patrick appreciated how much the other women watched out for Lexie. He just wasn’t about to let them push him around because of it.
6
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god... I’m doing this. I’m so really doing this.
Lexie walked quickly towards the door into Stronghold, her heels clacking on the pavement. Not just because she was excited, but also because she was freaking cold. The temperature had dropped when the sun went down, and even though it wasn’t frigid or anything, being basically naked under the trench coat meant she didn’t have a whole lot keeping her warm.
Although her shivers weren’t entirely from the chilly breeze sliding under the skirt of the trench coat. Nope, that was definitely partly from the excitement too.
“Babe! You’re here, you made it!” Freddy, a submissive and one of the receptionists, perked up as soon as she came in the door. The slender blonde was one of Mistress Erin’s favorites, although Freddy was bi and played with several of the male Doms as well. He was a pain slut and extremely submissive, not to mention so pretty that Mistress Erin often dressed him as a girl, and he was as gorgeous as any of the women in the club. He was also super friendly and eager to please, with everyone. Lexie had a special soft spot in her heart for him, because he was like a doormat, and she worried not everyone was looking out for his best interests. Mistress Erin did, of course, but sometimes Freddy played with Doms who didn’t seem to care for him as much as Lexie thought they should.
He was thrilled Lexie was finally getting into the club - and not just because it meant more work hours for him to pick up, which he needed since he was currently putting himself through college. Freddy just wanted everyone to be happy.
“I’m here, I made it,” she repeated his words gleefully, throwing a happy smile at Jared who just sighed and scowled a little. Still, he didn’t look upset, just concerned, which she was okay with.
“Take off the coat, I have to see,” Freddy said, practically dancing in his seat behind the desk. His hazel eyes were sparkling with excitement, little fashionista that he was.
“I’m not wearing much,” Lexie warned, before whipping open the trench coat and letting it drop to the floor. She really hoped Patrick was watching the security cameras. Even if he wasn’t, it was worth it to get Freddy’s excited shout of approval, even with the bass undertone of Jared’s groan. Peeking over her shoulder, she saw the big guy staring at the ceiling.
Ha. Maybe she should go over and give him a hug, just like this. He’d probably have a heart attack on the spot.
Grinning, she decided not to torment him. She didn’t want to give Patrick any reason to decide she wasn’t being serious about being in the club. Better to just follow the orders she’d been given, without sidetracking. Plus, now that her dramatic reveal was over, she was feeling a little bit weird about standing in the front room wearing basically nothing. None of her important bits were even the tiniest bit covered.
“Girl, you are going to have the Doms in a tizzy,” Freddy said, making her laugh.
“You’ve been spending some time with Hilary,” she accused. Because, seriously, who else ever used the word ‘tizzy’?
“I just overheard it,” he said, grinning as he took her coat. “Loved it. Stole it.”
“Good for you,” she said, moving towards Patrick’s office door.
“Stop by and see me on your way out!” Freddy demanded, and Lexie nodded, smiling as she knocked on the door and then entered, quickly. She usually waited for Patrick to tell her to come in, but right now her bare ass was hanging out.
It didn’t matter anyway, since the big office was empty. Lexie bit her lip. Had he meant the theme room Office? She’d only ever been in there to decorate, but she knew where it was. But did he really want her to walk across the entire club, alone, with all her goods hanging out? Lexie hadn’t minded people watching her scene with Master Michael, but that was a little different than just brazenly walking around like this. Then again, she’d seen plenty of other people do it.
Was this a test?
If it was, Lexie hoped she was making the right decision. She was 99.99% sure the text message had said his office. Choosing a spot in the center of the room, she knelt down, knees apart, and put her hands on her thighs, letting them rest, palm up. It was a position she’d seen on the internet, when she’d been cruising BDSM sites.
Taking in a deep breath, she let it out slowly. She could do this.
Perfect. Fucking. Perfect.
Those were the first thoughts running through Patrick’s mind when he walked into his office. Swiftly followed by a swell of satisfaction and a sense of rightness he tried to shake off. Lexie, on her knees, in a submissive pose, right in the middle of his territory. His space.
The pose was nearly perfect. Her head twitched, and he could tell she wanted to turn to look at him, but she didn’t. The silver rings gleamed on her nipples, which slowly hardened even further under his gaze. His cock seemed to press even harder against the zipper of his pants at the sight. With her head bowed, she looked like she was offering him everything.
Fuck if he didn’t want to take it.
He hadn’t meant to be late. Tardiness was one of his pet peeves, but when he was running a club, he couldn’t always control everything that went on around him. A lackluster scene between a couple down in the Dungeon had turned into a shouting match, which had turned into a break-up. The Dungeon Monitors had been there, of course, getting the sub down from the Saint Andrew’s Cross and trying to calm both participants, but Patrick had been able to sort things out faster. The couple was new, and the Dom was drunk. Patrick told the jerk his membership was revoked and had two of the DMs escort him out the back entrance, to disturb as few people as possible. The crying, but defiant, sub he’d handed over to Jessica, Justin and Chris, who had just come down to start their own scene. They’d probably end up getting Jared to take care of her while Justin or Chris took over at the front door until the sub was ready to go home. Out of all the Doms at the club, Jared was always the best when it came to a sub in need of support and gentleness.
He wouldn’t have left without getting Jared himself and making sure the sub was okay if Lexie hadn’t been waiting for him and if Jessica hadn’t jumped in without being asked. She’d practically pushed the DM out of the way to get to the angry and heartbroken sub. Patrick wasn’t sure exactly what had gone down, but he’d heard the Dom call the poor woman frigid. Which was part of why he’d revoked the ass’ membership. If he couldn’t get his girlfriend to respond sexually, Patrick was pretty sure it had more to do with him than her. Blaming her was unacceptable, as was being cruel. Jessica had taken the sub over to the aftercare area, hugging her and nodding as she listened. Chris and Justin had followed behind, Chris looking resigned and Justin pissed - although not at the sub. Going by the way he was cracking his knuckles, Patrick had a feeling Justin had heard more of the Dom’s muttered diatribe on his way being escorted out the door.
No doubt he would be getting an earful when the DMs came back.
But at least he could leave the sub with Jessica and her two men with a clear conscience. The woman was clinging to Jess and didn’t seem interested in talking to any man. Patrick had never been good at stepping back or delegating, but he wanted to get to Lexie. He told himself it was because he’d given her a certain time and so had a responsibility to be on time for their appointment, but he knew he was just being selfish. Still, it wasn’t like he took time for himself all that often, so he refused to feel guilty. Besides, everyone was always telling him that he was too much of a control freak when it came to the club.
“Very nice,” he said, approaching her, letting his voice fill with the warmth he felt as he looked down at her. “I actually prefer hands behind your back, do that now. It will be more comfortable if you grip your elbows.”
