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Without looking up, he reached out one hand and pointed to the floor next to him. “Kneel here. Quietly.”
The calm authority in his voice had her moving before she could even think about it, and as soon as she did, she hesitated. Patrick kept writing. Part of her wanted to snap at him, but another part of her was kind of thrilled he wanted her in his office, next to him, even though her shift was over.
You knew he wanted a full-time submissive, now get your ass into gear and prove you can be one!
When she came around the side of the desk, she could see he had a cushion on the floor, and she smiled a little bit as she knelt down. He’d thought ahead for her comfort. Not that the carpet would have been completely uncomfortable, but it would have started to hurt her knees eventually. Of course, that just made her wonder exactly how long he planned on having her kneel here.
Whatever. She’d do it for as long as he wanted.
Folding herself onto her knees. Lexie put her hands behind her back the way he liked, keeping her gaze on the ground in front of her. She wondered if she should be insulted that she was being ignored, but instead it felt like he was somehow including her in his life. After all, this was what he did at work, ran a club, and he wanted her beside him even if she wasn’t doing anything. That was nice.
His pen scratched across the paper, and she could just barely hear him muttering under his breath, although she couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. The sound was surprisingly soothing. In fact, she already felt a lot less antsy than she had when she’d been sitting out front.
“Good girl,” he finally said, reaching out to absently stroke her hair. “You may rest your hands on your lap.”
She couldn’t help a little sigh of relief as she moved her hands into place. Holding them behind her back wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Resting them on her lap was much more so. Listening to the faint sounds of him working, kneeling by his side, Lexie should have been bored. But she wasn’t. Instead she felt almost meditative.
Watching Pixie out of the corner of his eye, Patrick had to admit to himself that he was impressed. He’d thought she’d balk at kneeling in place with nothing to do but wait for his next order. Instead, the expression on her face was calm, even happy. The way he’d always imagined his submissive would look as she knelt next to him.
This was a simple fantasy to have, but not such a simple one to fulfill. A lot of submissives couldn’t handle just sitting and waiting. It made them feel like they were in a scene, and they eventually needed the scene to progress. Patrick wanted it as a lifestyle though, and he could admit he’d been testing Lexie. Minutes passed as he worked, all too aware of the woman kneeling by his chair. She didn’t try to distract him or get his attention, she just knelt in place on her cushion, looking completely satisfied to be there.
Which, in turn, made him satisfied to have her there. It also turned him on.
Fuck she was perfect. But he couldn’t help wondering if she would truly be happy doing this on a regular basis.
“Excuse me, Sir.” Her voice slid into his consciousness and he almost sighed. Here it came. The questions. Wanting to know why he was making her do this. What he wanted from her. When she could leave.
“Yes, Pixie?” he said, turning his head to look down at her as he pressed his pen down so he didn’t lose his place in balancing the accounts. The black leather bustier she was wearing covered her top completely, which just made him want to open it so he could see her nipple rings, and the short black skirt came down to cover about half of her thighs in her current position. The more she covered, the more he wanted to see. But the collar around her neck… that was fucking perfect. Just a training collar, and yet he felt satisfaction looking at it, as if it proclaimed to the world that she was his.
“May I change position? My knees are starting to ache.”
“Yes, but try not to shift around too much.”
“I won’t. Sir.” She smiled up at him as she rocked, getting her legs out from under her, sighing with some relief as she stretched her legs out in front of her. Patrick had to smile, because she looked so damned cute, trying not to move too much as she got into a more comfortable position.
He waited to see if she was going to ask anything else, but it appeared she’d gone back to being contemplative and happily calm. Which surprised him. Even though Lexie was obviously a submissive, he hadn’t really thought she’d take to this side of things so well. He knew she had feelings for him, so he’d expected some show of determination... but instead she seemed content. Perfectly happy to sit and wait for him. It didn’t look like she was just doing it to ‘show him.’ He would have noticed that kind of attitude from her, and he wouldn’t have found it relaxing.
Instead, it felt completely natural to do his work, occasionally reaching over to stroke her hair. Natural and like a dream come true, all at the same time. So he kept her there until the end of the night. Although she occasionally shifted position, there were times when she did so quietly enough he didn’t even notice. Not once did she complain. Not once did she play the brat or try and top from the bottom and get his attention. It was probably the most productive night he’d ever had.
Which, when it came right down to it, meant he was fucked.
Emergency girls’ night. My place. Leigh and Michael broke up. She needs distracting / support. Come as soon as you can.
The text from Angel had Lexie jumping into motion. She was supposed to be at Stronghold in three hours, but there was no way that was happening now. Just as she was about to send out a mass text, begging someone to cover her shift at the front desk, she paused. Normally, as long as she got her shift covered, it didn’t matter that she didn’t come in. Patrick might be cranky, depending on her reasons, but it wasn’t a big deal.
But what about now? Should she check in with him first?
Last night had been intimate in ways which transcended the sexual. He’d treated her as his sub, even though she hadn’t done more than stay beside him until he’d dismissed her. When she got out to her car, she realized he’d kept her in his office for two hours. Not that she minded. Surprisingly, she hadn’t even gotten bored, because he had been there and she’d gotten lost in her fantasies and the pleasure of being near him. But she’d surprised him, she could tell. He hadn’t expected her to handle the situation so well. Honestly, she hadn’t been sure how she’d handle the whole 24/7 thing, but if that was a taste of it... well, she really liked it.
If that’s the road she wanted to go down, might as well stick to the path. So she dropped the text she’d been starting to write and put in his number instead.
Angel’s asked us to come over for an emergency girls’ night. Leigh and Michael broke up, and she needs us. Is it alright if I have someone cover my shift, Sir?
While she was waiting for the reply, she threw her pajamas and a change of clothes in a bag. In some ways, this was as much a test for him as it was for her. She’d enjoyed last night, she really had, and some days she really liked the idea of having Patrick ordering her life... but when it came to things like this, she needed to know he would respect her needs as well. That he wouldn’t control just to control and she would still be able to have her life.
As much as Lexie wanted to be with him, as deep as her feelings were for him, she wasn’t going to be a complete doormat just because she was willing to give him control. She wanted to be his full-time submissive, but not a slave. To her, there was an important distinction between the two, and part of that distinction was things like girls’ nights. Especially emergency ones.
His response made her scowl.
