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Lexie immediately rearranged her arms, sliding them behind her back and bending them in the exact manner he’d recommended. The position made her breasts thrust out even more, offering up her pierced, swollen nipples, and he saw pink flash across her cheeks as she realized what the change in position had done. As brazen and bold as Lexie pretended to be, he loved to see a little hint of embarrassment.
Standing directly in front of her, looming over her, he pressed his shoe against her inner thigh.
“Knees farther apart.”
Her breathing faltered and then picked up as she shuffled slightly, spreading her legs wider. Patrick stepped back enough to enjoy the pretty picture she made, with her shaved pussy completely open, her breasts thrust forward, and the pink on her cheeks deepening. Part of that was arousal, he was sure. Her nipples were hard little points, and he was sure he could smell the sweet scent of her pussy in the air.
“Beautiful.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she said softly, peeking up at him before dropping her gaze back down to the floor.
Patrick grinned wolfishly. With Lexie kneeling in front of him, he felt more in tune with himself, more alive, than he had in months. His dominant side got plenty of use when it came to running the club, but it wasn’t the same as having it focused on a single woman. A woman who was submissive and sassy, and ready to do whatever he wished. The power was a heady thing, and the fact that the woman in question was Lexie made it even more so. His metaphorical fingers had been itching to dominate her for so long he could actually feel a sense of relief at finally being able to do so.
“What would you do if I told you to kneel up, Pixie?” he asked, curious to see how much she’d researched on her own. Obviously she knew a little bit, since she’d been in a proper position when he’d entered the room.
Immediately, Lexie rose up so she was on her knees, no longer resting back. It made her pussy slightly less accessible, but it also put her in perfect position to suck his cock.
Which really fucking made him wish that was happening tonight. He’d had fantasies about her mouth. Lots and lots of them. Far more than he would ever care to admit. It was practically an oral fetish, the way he obsessed about it. He’d never had it with any other woman, but with Lexie it was constantly on his mind. Especially when she was being particularly bratty. Although, she was being perfect right now and he still wanted to fuck her mouth.
“Good girl,” he said. Her eyes lit up with pleasure at his approval, sending an answering surge of warmth through him. A Dom liked to know his approval was desired. “Stay there.”
Turning around, he discreetly shifted his raging hard on to a slightly more comfortable position before going behind his desk and opening up the top drawer. Picking up the thin strap of leather, he tried to stifle the emotions insisting this meant something. It didn’t. Not yet.
“This is a training collar,” he said, coming back to her as she peeked curiously. Her lips parted, and for a moment he thought she was going to interrupt him, but she didn’t. “You can take it home with you and you will wear it any time you come to the club from now on. It’s not a real collar,” he said, firmly, as much to himself as to her. “It implies no commitment, other than you are under my protection while I’m training you and neither of us will be seeing or playing with anyone else for the duration of your training.”
Patrick could say whatever the fuck he wanted, that sounded like commitment to her. Not that she was going to protest. Nope. She was going to keep her mouth shut for once, rather than pointing out the obvious and forcing the issue. If this was what he needed right now, who was she to take that away from him? Lexie realized he was struggling a bit with the whole training thing, not to mention the fact that she was his best friend’s little sister, so if he wanted to be in an exclusive relationship without calling it that, she could accept the limit for now. The important thing was she now had reassurance he wasn’t going to be seeking out any other women.
Which made her want to dance around and sing for joy. Sure, he hadn’t been playing at the club, but she’d never been sure about whether or not he’d been seeing someone in his free time at home. If he said neither of them were going to be involved with other people while he was training her, he would hold to that.
Fuck yes!
Somehow she managed to contain her excitement, which was really super hard. Especially because he was collaring her. Yeah, she got it was to make sure other Doms didn’t approach her or think she was up for grabs now, but it was still a collar. It meant something. Angel, Jessica and the others all wore some kind of choker or collar when they came to the club, even though they weren’t technically ‘collared.’ It was just a way of showing they were taken.
Now Lexie was taken too. Yeah, Patrick was hedging around it with all sorts of fancy talk, but that didn’t make her feel any less claimed.
Especially when his eyes flared, hot and hungry in his dark face, as he fastened it around her neck. It took her breath away, to see the possessive look flash across his face before it swiftly mutated back into the bland expression he’d been holding. The collar meant something to him too, even if he wasn’t willing to admit it.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, just to get another one of those hot looks from him. He really liked it when she called him Sir and meant it. It got her pretty hot too, even if it felt a little weird, since she’d spent her entire life calling him Patrick. Calling him Sir might be odd, but it also marked the serious change in her relationship, and she would have done it for that reason alone even if it hadn’t gotten a reaction from him.
“You’re welcome, Pixie.” White teeth flashed in a grin before he put back on his serious face. “Stand up, sweetheart, but keep your hands behind your back. I’ll help you if you need it.”
Holy crap, stomach muscles! Lexie had practiced the kneeling stuff before, after reading about it, but she hadn’t done it with her hands behind her back, and she hadn’t realized how much harder it would be to stand without her arms. She’d never realized what useful things arms were when it came to balance and momentum. Standing up sounded so simple, but she barely managed it, and it sure as heck didn’t look graceful.
“Not bad,” Patrick said, a hint of amusement in his voice. Lexie had to check herself from glaring at him. “Was this the first time you’ve done that?”
“Yes.” She really hated how out of breath she sounded as she said it, but her stomach muscles were still protesting from beneath her waist cincher. A sharp slap to her thigh made her jump. “Um, yes, Sir.”
“Practice it at home, it will get easier.” His hand rubbed over the spot on her thigh that he’d slapped, and then his fingers began to trail up her side. Lexie almost forgot how to breathe as he traced a line that almost, but not quite, touched her breast, and then trailed up her throat until his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck. By the time his fingers had finished their journey, it felt as if her heart was fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage. Patrick was touching her, really touching her, and not like a kid sister or just a friend. Pressure on the back of her neck had her moving forward, almost dream-like. Although, if she woke up now, she was going to scream. “Come on, Pixie. I’ve set up the Office for us.”
For a moment she was confused as he propelled her towards the door which led straight into the club, and then she realized he meant the theme room Office. Excitement rushed through her, anticipation curling in her belly. She was going to scene with Patrick.
She was going to scene with Patrick!
Her overwhelming joy and arousal made it a hell of a lot easier to step out onto the main club floor, barely dressed. More than one person turned to stare, and then quickly turned away as Patrick focused his glare on them. Of course, he couldn’t glare at everyone all at once. Lexie found herself buoyed by the supportive looks from the other submissives, and both aroused and a bit intimidated by the speculative and intense looks from the dominants. Some of them had flirted with her before, but they’d never looked at her with quite this intent interest. Then again, she’d never been this unclothed in front of them before.
Glancing over at the bar area, she saw Olivia sitting there with Adam and Angel. The redheaded Domme gave her a thumbs up, which immediately drew Adam and Angel’s attention to what she was looking at. Adam looked like he groaned as he covered his eyes, earning himself a wallop on the shoulder from his girlfriend. Unfortunately for Angel, she was also his submissive, and they were in the club. While Adam would occasionally tolerate things like that at home, there was no way he would put up with it here.
Even as Lexie and Patrick passed by, heading towards the stairs, Adam was already pulling a protesting and apologetic Angel over his lap while Olivia watched. One of these days Angel would probably remember to temper her responses at the club. Probably.
