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Patrick smiled at the honest curiosity in her voice. It was obvious, to him, that she was trying to figure out what pleased him. Little did she know just wanting to know how to serve him was what pleased him. He was good enough at reading expressions and body language to know she was sincere. Sometimes, with Lexie, he had more trouble than with others, because they’d known each other for so long, and she’d had practice at hiding her emotions, but right now she was completely open to him.
“I want my submissive to do what I tell her to,” he said, picking up his fork and knife and reaching over to cut her pork loin into bite size pieces. Lexie watched him, a wrinkle forming over her brow, although she kept her hands in her lap. He could see her fingers moving restlessly, as though she wanted to snatch the silverware from him and take over, but she didn’t. “Sometimes that will mean serving me. Sometimes it will mean sitting still while I serve her.” He flashed a grin at her as her hands immediately stilled.
“Okay. Um... is this like a Daddy Dom thing?”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “No, just a Service Dom thing. I get satisfaction out of providing and caring for my submissive, not out of babying her.”
Doing this with Lexie had a completely different dynamic than with any of his past girlfriends. He realized he was being more playful with Lexie, more teasing, even though he meant every word. With his past submissives, he’d laid down the law, and they’d either listened or gotten out. With Lexie, it was impossible to hold back his affection for her or completely change the way he normally spoke with her; which might not be a bad thing, considering none of his past submissives had worked out either. Maybe he’d been too harsh on them. Or maybe they just hadn’t been right. Something to consider later.
“Take off your vest.”
Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that. It was a thought that had been running through his head. What he wanted. Not what he’d been planning to actually get. But now that it was out, he sure as hell wasn’t taking it back. This was going to be his reward. Reward and torment, all wrapped up in one neat little bundle.
Lexie’s eyes got big, her lips parting slightly, but she just lifted her hands and started undoing her buttons. Obviously she hadn’t been expecting the command either. Good to know he wasn’t the only one off balance. Patrick forced his face to stay blank as she did what he said, shrugging off the garment.
No bra.
Silver gleamed through the thin fabric of her shirt, which did absolutely nothing to hide her erect nipples from him. He could even see the outline of her areola, despite the fact that the shirt was red and should have hidden them. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This might be more torture than reward.
“Put your hands behind your back.” That’s what he’d meant to say originally, before his mouth got out of control.
She bent her elbows, which thrust her breasts out as she gripped her forearms, holding herself in the position he’d told her he liked. Which was fucking hot. Patrick had to fight the urge to reach down and adjust his cock, mostly because he didn’t want her realizing just how affected he was. They were already toeing the fucking line as it was.
It occurred to Patrick that his inner monologue was saying ‘fuck’ a lot. Great. His fucking subconscious was probably trying to take over.
He dragged in a breath, focusing himself, and gathering the tattered ends of his self-control and pulling them back in line. “So, how was your day?”
The situation was utterly surreal, and yet strangely... right.
Patrick had her sitting at his dinner table, with her breasts on display (even if they weren’t totally uncovered), while he fed her, and they had a completely normal dinner conversation. For a few moments, she’d fantasized that he’d say fuck dinner and bend her over the table right here and now, but then he’d ruined that by asking how her day was. Her day had been torturous, waiting for tonight. But that’s not what she said.
He fed her bites of food, unless she asked for a sip of wine or water, which he also provided for her, while she told him about some of the problem patients who came through the office that day. There was doctor-patient confidentiality, of course, but she could still tell him about the woman who had been thirty minutes late to her appointment and then thrown a fit that she’d had to wait another hour because the doctor had moved on. Then there was the slightly funnier story about the dad who’d had his kid with him, and apparently the kid had just learned the word ‘penis.’ He shouted it at the top of his lungs, over and over again, every couple of minutes while his dad had tried to hush him. Some of the patients in the waiting room had been disapproving, but Lexie and the other patients had found it hysterical. Patrick chuckled too, his eyes warm as he fed her another bite of pork.
They talked about Stronghold and his time during the day, which was spent on marketing and also on reviewing applications. He was too much of a control freak not to personally go over every single visitor and member application that came in. Lexie thought it was endearing.
It could have been a totally normal dinner between them, except for the fact that he could see her nipples, and she wasn’t feeding herself. Which was what made it so freaking surreal. On the other hand, she was kind of enjoying it too. At first she’d hated that Patrick was cutting up her meat for her, it made her feel like a child, but he didn’t talk to her like she was one. And he sure didn’t look at her like she was one. The man could barely glance at her without his gaze dropping to her breasts for at least a moment. There was something nice about being fed, about the care he took to make sure she could sip her wine without spilling. He was just so focused on her, it was impossible not to enjoy it to some extent.
Once they were finished eating, Patrick picked up their plates. “You may put your vest back on and return your arms to normal.”
Disappointment zinged through her, but she stifled it. Especially when she caught a glimpse of his face and knew he’d seen it. Plus it felt good to move her arms again. She rolled her shoulders, stretching them out a little bit, and enjoying the way his attention went straight to her breasts before he turned away. Ha, take that.
Sighing internally, she put her vest back on. The fabric pressed against her nipples, making her want to moan a little bit. She was turned on. Not so much from being fed as just from being in Patrick’s presence, knowing he was looking at her as a woman and a submissive. Even though he tried to hide it, she’d seen the occasional heat in his eyes when he’d looked at her. She was getting to him.
Baby steps, she reminded herself. Sometimes it sucked being patient, but it was better than ruining everything by pushing. Especially with something like starting a relationship between the two of them, she knew Patrick was going to feel the need to be in control more than ever. If she couldn’t give up her control, then she wasn’t the right woman for him anyway.
“I’m glad you came over tonight,” Patrick said, coming back into the room. He sat back down at his previous seat, his dark eyes studying her.
Lexie smiled. “Me too. Thanks for inviting me.”
He inclined his head, still looking at her as if trying to puzzle something out. She just waited, knowing it was better to let him figure out exactly what he wanted to say. Trying to hurry him just made him grouchy.
“What did you think about the way we ate dinner tonight?” His tone was questioning and not at all sexual. The way he might ask someone if they preferred salty or sweet. Still trying to keep their relationship in ‘training’ mode, she supposed.
She hesitated on answering, because she didn’t want to disappoint him, but she also thought she should tell the truth. In the long run, they’d both be a lot more disappointed if she lied. One of the things her friends had hammered into her about the scene was being honest. Brutally honest, if need be, because anything else was just asking for trouble. Besides, she and Patrick had been tip-toeing around each other for so long, and she didn’t want to play games.
“I’m not sure it was my thing,” she said, watching his expression just as carefully as he watched hers. If this was a deal breaker, she wanted a heads up. “I wouldn’t mind eating that way some of the time, but not all of the time. I liked that it felt intimate and I felt very cherished and cared for while you fed me, and I liked being the center of your focus, but I think I’d get annoyed if I had to eat like that every night.” The expression on his face didn’t change. She hesitated again and then added, “I suppose I could try and see if I got used to it, if it was something important... um, to my dominant.”
