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The warmth of Patrick’s hand on her neck was reassuring. He’d held her this way many times, although never with sexual intent, and so the pressure was something she was used to, giving her something familiar in this new and anxiety-inducing situation. As much as Lexie had wanted to be in Stronghold, with Patrick, she couldn’t help but feel a bit terrified now that she finally was. Up until this moment, everything had felt a little surreal, but they were entering the Office theme room, and they were about to scene.
This was no dream. This was more than just her interest in BDSM on the line, it was her heart too. She knew she’d built Patrick up in her head, that her fantasies had taken wing. All of the sudden, she couldn’t help but worry about all the things that could go horribly wrong. She’d already been worried she wouldn’t be able to fulfill his needs, but what if he couldn’t fulfill hers? What if the spark between them died in the face of cold reality? What if the fantasy she’d built up in her mind was a million times better than anything he could deliver and she’d doomed her responses from the start?
“Breathe, Pixie.” Patrick squeezed her neck slightly, his fingers massaging, searching out exactly the right spots, and she jerked in a startled breath, looking up at him. The secure feel of the leather collar around her neck made it feel like he was still holding her even once he let go. She liked that. “Now, I told you what would happen if you came to my club dressed like this again, didn’t I?”
When he tugged on one of her nipple rings, Lexie thought she might pass out. The zing of pleasure and pain went straight down to her pussy, so much more intense than she’d expected. Not because of any physical difference in how he tugged the ring, but just because it was Patrick doing it.
“But you told me to-“ Lexie’s brain finally caught up with her mouth and she cut herself off. “I mean, yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You don’t sound very sorry.” Fortunately, he sounded amused rather than annoyed at her insincere apology. Even though she knew he was role-playing a part and he wasn’t really upset about how she was dressed - considering this was what he’d demanded - she didn’t want to actually make him mad at her. “I think I can change that, though. Go put your forearms on the desk.”
Holy crap. He really was going to recreate what had happened when she’d shown up in his office. Only, hopefully, with a much better ending.
The position left her ass high in the air, her breasts swaying slightly beneath her, just like before. Except, this time she didn’t have on a thong. Her glistening pussy was completely exposed. She was sure she heard him take a quick inhale of breath as she bent over, and that made her even hotter. Ha. It was going to be a hell of a lot harder for Patrick to deny his attraction to her while he was training her.
Which was exactly what Lexie wanted.
His hand smoothed over her lower back, just below the waist cincher, but pulled away before he actually touched the curve of her ass, and she almost whimpered with disappointment. Then, he was standing beside her, crouching down so her breasts were hanging right in front of his face. Lexie shuddered as he tugged on a nipple ring, twisting it gently, and the sensation zinged through her again. She really fucking liked it when he played with her rings. It made the painful aftermath of the initial piercing more than worth it.
The ring tugged on her nipple, and then the pressure held. Lexie glanced down as Patrick tugged at her other nipple. He was hanging what looked like jewelry from them, two strings of sapphire blue matching her cincher and also her eyes. They were each about two inches long, and the beads were heavy enough to stretch her nipples. Every movement she made would make the strings sway and pull.
“Beautiful,” Patrick murmured, flicking one of the strands. Lexie shivered as her nipple tingled and tugged, and pleasure went sizzling through her.
He stood again, moving around to the other side of the desk and opening up the drawers. Lexie knew there were toys in there, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. What was he going to use on her? Her insides were practically dancing with glee as a happy little inner voice sang Patrick’s going to play with me! over and over inside her head.
She shifted, and the nipple jewelry swayed, pulling on her rings and making her nipples ache. Patrick laid out the items one by one, right in front of her, so she couldn’t fail to see each one. A butterfly vibrator, still in its packaging. A beautiful glass butt plug, about four inches long and an inch in diameter at its thickest part. A leather paddle and a supple leather strap about two feet long. All of it made her insides churn in anxious excitement.
His hand hovered over the plug. “You indicated anal as a ‘maybe’ on your survey. Have you used one of these before?”
“Yes, Sir,” Lexie said, trying not to sound too baby-girl breathless. She still couldn’t believe this was finally happening; her body was running riot with emotions. Knowing that getting involved with a Dom would probably mean anal, Lexie had bought a plug and played with it, just to know what it would feel like. But hers was rubber and not nearly as pretty. “Mine isn’t like that though.”
There was a bit of a pause before Patrick replied, his voice carefully controlled, and Lexie realized he must think she’d been playing with anal with another man. That was nice to know. “What is yours like?”
“Rubber. Not so pretty. About the same size though. Sir.”
“Do you like it?”
“I’ve gotten used to it, Sir.”
Patrick laughed. Even though she hadn’t said it was her toy and hers alone, he seemed to have figured it out. “I’ll have to see if I can do a bit better than that. Your safe word is Red.”
“Yes, Sir.” Lexie smiled down at the desk between her arms. It was just like him to take that as a challenge. She wouldn’t mind if he made it feel better. Sometimes she masturbated with the plug in, and she had to admit, she did like the extra feeling of fullness, but she didn’t quite understand the big deal about anal. Then again, she’d never played with anything larger than the plug either. From all the BDSM romance novels she’d read, she’d noticed there was a theme when it came to the Doms wanting to be the first to play with that hole.
But he didn’t pick up the plug, instead he picked up the butterfly vibrator. Lexie squirmed a little, stopping when the strands on her nipples tugged gently. She’d always wondered about those vibrators, but had never had the extra money to spend to buy one.
Whereas Patrick obviously knew what to do with one. It took him less than a minute to get it securely strapped to her body in just the right place, its soft jelly surface nestling against her pussy and clit. Lexie moaned and shuddered as it turned on, the vibrations soft against her wet folds, teasing her. The humming was more subtle than she would have guessed, making her want to press her pussy against something to increase the stimulation.
Unfortunately, she was stuck in position with nothing nearby to help her.
Patrick picked up the plug. It looked tiny in his dark hands, but Lexie knew it wasn’t going to feel that way.
Once he was back behind her, she heard the sound of lube being squeezed out of its packet. It dripped, cold and wet, onto her anus, making her shiver so the beads hanging from her nipples danced. Her pussy clenched emptily, her clit swollen and needy against the butterfly vibrator. Fuck... this was intense. Partly because of what he was doing, and partly because it was Patrick doing it.
Cool hardness pressed against her anus and Lexie sucked in a breath, trying to make her lower body relax. It wasn’t easy, because the thick nose of the glass plug felt so different from anything she was used to, but she managed to bear down so it began to slide inside of her. The surface was much cooler than she was used to, much less yielding as well. Her anus clenched around it, burning a bit with discomfort as it was stretched open.
“Relax, Pixie, I thought you said you were used to this,” Patrick said soothingly, placing one hand on her lower back and pressing down gently. That helped a little.
“I’m also used to doing this on my own, at my own pace,” Lexie retorted. “Sir.”
