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Before he’d looked at her face and seen her reaction to him, he’d been able to not think about how soft her breast was, how silky her skin was, and how fucking good she smelled. The utterly sincere and honest way she responded to him cracked his control and shattered the walls he’d put up, the same walls which had made it possible for him to ignore how good she felt under his hand. Gritting his teeth, he quickly clamped her nipple, careful that it wouldn’t be too tight with the ring going through the tender bud, but still tight enough to hold.
Lexie gasped and then gave a pained moan, shuddering as she struggled to adjust to the clamp. He knew it would feel like fire, going straight through the core of her breast, and yet she didn’t even seem to consider protesting. Clamping her other nipple, he couldn’t stop himself from caressing the soft underside of her breast before releasing her.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?” he asked, stroking one finger down the center of her stomach. Now that he’d started touching her, he was finding it nearly impossible to stop... but he exerted enough control over himself to only touch her with one finger and only an area that wasn’t sexual. Just because her stomach was soft and smooth and trembled beneath his finger didn’t make it sexual.
“Hurts,” she said, panting a little bit. Her pupils were huge as she looked up at him, pools of black rimmed with bright blue and practically glowing. “Hurts good.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, bringing his hand up to cup one of her breasts again. Just for a second. Just as a reward to her. The way she moaned and arched confirmed it was a good reward. It was torture for him, because he didn’t dare more than a quick caress. Not with the way it felt like his cock was pounding, as if all of his blood flow was pooling there and trying to force the front of his pants open.
It only took him a moment to go back to the cabinets and return with a short flogger. The soft leather had a nice, thuddy quality to it when it landed, nothing sharp or stinging, that wasn’t what he wanted. The sting and burn would come from the nipple tree, contrasting with the deeper but less painful impacts he was about to inflict on her. Opening the small purse she’d brought, which was sitting on the counter, he pulled out the plug and liberally smeared it with lube.
Standing between her spread legs, flogger in one hand, plug in the other, he knew he’d hold this image of her in his brain for the rest of his life. Her creamy skin was just waiting to be pinked; between her thighs, her already pink pussy lips were glistening with fluid, and her nipples were starting to turn a dark red as every little wiggle her body made caused the clamps to tug on the sensitive buds. It was sin and sex and temptation, heaven and hell, and everything he wanted and feared.
“You look fucking gorgeous,” he growled. “Good enough to eat.”
“Want to take a taste?” Challenge and wistfulness, hope and wariness. She knew he was going to turn him down, but she had to try anyway, he could see it in her face. Trussed up like this, Lexie was letting all of her emotions shine through, and it was a hell of an aphrodisiac. She had no idea how fucking bad he wanted to lower his mouth to her tempting pink flesh and lap at the cream dripping from her body, like a starving cat. The musky, sweet scent of her arousal filled his nose, making his mouth water.
Instead, he deflected. “Trying to top from the bottom, Pixie?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her. It was what she was trying to do, but he damn well hoped he covered how much he wanted to let her get away with it. “Maybe you need something else, to help keep you focused.”
She smiled at him, almost beatifically, when he held up the plug. Resting the flogger across her stomach so she’d ponder what was coming next, he pressed the glass point against the crinkled rosebud of her anus. This time he got to watch her face, look into her eyes, as he pushed the plug into her body.
Little wrinkles formed on her forehead as she screwed her face up, panting slightly as the fattest part of the plug slid through the tight ring of muscle. Patrick didn’t bother pumping it in and out this time, he had just slid it straight in with one slow, smooth movement, wanting her to feel it. She shivered again, and he knew it was partly from the coolness of the glass in her hot, aching hole. One day, if things worked out, he was going to explore her tight rear entrance thoroughly, with his mouth, fingers and cock. But for now, the plug was the best he could do.
Picking up the whip, he trailed the ends across her stomach and thighs, admiring the contrast of the black leather against all her luminous skin. He knew it drove her nuts that she had trouble tanning, tending to burn instead, but he loved the way her pale skin glowed and contrasted to her black hair and lashes. It would look even better next to the chocolate tones of his own skin.
“Are you ready?” he asked. There was a lustful huskiness to his voice that he couldn’t hide, and he was starting to wonder why he even bothered to try. Lexie knew he wanted her. She’d have to be blind to miss it.
The little minx writhed slightly in her restraints, making him want to press his hand against the front of his pants, to put some pleasurable pressure on his cock, because the ache was killing him.
“What happens if I say no, Sir?” she asked impishly.
Patrick let his lips spread open in a smile. A not-so-nice smile that made her eyes widen as if she realized she might have just made a mistake.
“Then I do my best to make you change your mind,” he said, setting the flogger back down so he could reach for the nipple tree.
One hand holding it firmly in place, the other grasped the knob at the top and turned. Lexie cried out as the crossbar began to move away from her body, pulling her trapped nipples upwards. The sound of her erotic pain was like music to his ears as she whimpered and gasped, but didn’t beg or ask him to stop, not once.
Her body was trembling by the time he’d given the knob a full half turn. The banded restraint around her midsection kept her from moving too much, and the tree itself meant no matter how she arched her back, the tension on her nipples never decreased. The swollen nubs were a much darker red now, gorgeously tortured looking, and fulfilling the slight sadist in him.
“Beautiful, Pixie,” he murmured, picking up the flogger again. “Do you know how gorgeous you are when you hurt for me?”
Running his hand down her thigh, to her knee, he felt her pulse racing inside of her body. Part of him wanted to hold back the words, but another part of him acknowledged he would reassure and praise any submissive who was pleasing him as much as she was. It would be unfair to withhold that, just because of the extra emotions he held for her. Besides, the look of joy on her face was worth it. She needed to know he was pleased with her; she craved the acknowledgement, just like any good submissive. Only a cruel Dom would have held it back just to keep himself from becoming vulnerable.
Domination and submission wasn’t one-sided, it was an exchange. Lexie was giving him more than he could have hoped for, with her emotions, trust and submission, and he wouldn’t cheapen that by holding himself aloof or giving her even less than he had other submissives. So what if it made hanging on to his self-control even harder? That was his problem to deal with.
Reluctantly pulling his hand from her soft skin, he focused on the scene. He’d planned out every last second of it, knowing he would need the structure to keep himself on track. To hold back from temptation. Giving her what she needed as a submissive was his duty, but he wasn’t going to go further than that.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Lexie moaned as he smacked the flogger against the tops of her thighs, letting the leather caress her skin with a slightly stinging thud. He crisscrossed back and forth, using the steady rhythm to distract himself from his thoughts, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. It was definitely a worthy distraction. Her skin turned a pretty pink color where the flogger landed, streaking across her skin. On some submissives, such a light flogging wouldn’t leave a visible mark, but on Lexie’s pale skin, it stood out beautifully.
Working his way up her thighs, he let the strands of the flogger fall on her hips and the top of her mound, knowing it would warm her skin and make it tingle, teasing her pussy even though he never touched it. Her soft, needy moans filled his ears, and he could feel himself sinking into the rhythm, the steady cadence, a free space that filled and satisfied him even if he didn’t achieve release. The air between them seemed to shimmer, as if the connection growing between them was becoming visible.
He knew exactly where to land each blow of the flogger, exactly how to draw a growing response from her lips. Lexie writhed under the lash, thrusting her breasts and pussy up as much as possible, her body begging for the impact. It was strange how something so kinky, so erotic, could also be so fucking pure.
When the flogger hit the side of her breast, she whimpered in a new way, her brow wrinkling with true pain, and Patrick immediately stopped. She hadn’t said her safe word, but she might be too far gone in sensation to do that - it happened sometimes, especially with new, stubborn submissives who wanted to prove themselves. Which was why he was so careful about watching.
Time to take the nipple tree off.
