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She cried out, in pained relief as he twisted the knob to release the tension and then removed the clamps, setting the tree on the floor next to the exam table. It was fucking sexy, and at the same time he worried he’d kept it on too long. Patrick enjoyed watching a woman work through erotic pain, giving in to it in order to please him, but he wasn’t truly a sadist, and Lexie wasn’t truly a masochist.
“Shhh,” he murmured, cupping her breasts with both hands and massaging gently, helping the blood flow. “It’s okay, Pixie, I’ll make it feel better.”
Tears had sparked in her eyes, relief on her face. They were going to have to have a talk about letting him know when something became too much for her. That was important while they were still getting to know each other sexually, because he had to trust she’d speak up.
“I’m okay,” she said, panting a little bit as he gently squeezed and massaged, running his thumbs over the dark red little buds. “It hurts, but it feels good too. Especially now.”
A woman after his own heart. He should have realized, considering the rings she’d gotten, that Lexie would like strenuous nipple play. It was definitely on his top five list, especially because he knew tomorrow she’d still be feeling the ache, the soreness, and would think about tonight.
Her moan of pure pleasure refocused him, and he realized he was still massaging her breasts. Still touching her intimately. Far more than he needed to just to soothe her tortured nipples. His self-control was shredding, the boundaries between them crumbling, and he had to get himself back under control before he let things go too far.
Pulling his hands away from her breasts, he picked up the flogger again.
Warmth was running up and down her body in heavy pulses, from her knees up to her ribcage, as Patrick flogged her. This was a lighter, shorter flogger than Master Michael had used on her, and she could feel the difference. Not just because of the flogger, but because of whatever was going on between her and Patrick. She’d trusted Master Michael, and she’d been able to let go with him, but it wasn’t the same as what she was feeling now.
It was like flying, almost, as every single one of her cares drifted away into nothingness, leaving behind a vessel waiting to be filled with sensation. Her nipples throbbed on her chest, sparking with pain whenever one of the lashes smacked against them, but it felt so good too. Patrick had taken the nipple tree off just before she’d started seriously considering saying her safe word. Not red, but yellow... just to slow things down and have him remove the darned thing.
She’d liked it though. The tug. The pull, the burn, all while he’d had her writhing under the flogger. He played her body like he was inside of her head, under her skin, and could sense exactly what parts of her craved the lash.
The flogger was making her skin exquisitely sensitive, so she could feel the air brushing against her as the strands fell, the soft caress as they thudded down, and the slight sting of the impact.
Her ass clenched around the plug every time the flogger fell, sucking the heavy glass in and then releasing, so it almost felt like the plug was fucking her. The emptiness of her pussy ached, her clit swelling up as if trying to reach the falling strands. It wouldn’t take much for her to cum right now, and at the same time, she was content floating so close to the precipice without falling over it. Her need buoyed her, rather than driving her, letting her spin in the eddies of pleasure while the current roared around her.
“Beautiful, Pixie.”
The press of a vibrator against her clit was almost painful as it shattered the peace. The current caught her and pulled her along, throwing her off the cliff, and she screamed as she fell into the ecstasy. Her body jerked and she was dimly aware of the restraints around her, her helplessness as Patrick pressed the vibrator harder against her clit.
She burned.
She sparked.
She exploded.
Yet it wasn’t enough.
The pleasure swirled in her, but there was still something missing, a point of human contact she yearned for. Satisfaction made her limp, but she wasn’t satiated.
Warm hands ran up and down her limbs, massaging, pulling her back to consciousness, making the yawning ache even more pronounced. Lexie blinked, her lashes heavy with tears. She moved, experimentally, finding that he’d undone her restraints and her wrists and ankles were free. Between her legs, her pussy felt swollen, pulsing from the after effects of her orgasm. Patrick’s deep voice was murmuring encouraging, soothing words that did nothing to calm the need he’d created.
Seeing she was coming back to him, he stood between her legs, taking her hand and pulling her up while simultaneously helping her remove her feet from the stirrups. Her legs dropped down, and Patrick was standing so close, so very close.
Lexie reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her so fast she caught him off balance and their mouths pressed together before he could stop it. Her lips met his hungrily, soft and slightly parted from surprise.
Yes. This. This is what I need.
Her tongue moved, coaxing him, tasting mint as she delved into his mouth. A low groan vibrated through her body as his hands found her hips, fingers tightening. Need and passion burned like a fever, making her lightheaded with euphoria as she finally, hungrily kissed him the way she’d always wanted to.
10
The kiss lasted for less than a minute. Lexie cried out in disappointment as Patrick thrust her away from him, stumbling back from her. He’d responded for one glorious second - she knew he had - but then he’d suddenly closed himself off again.
The ache she’d been feeling in her body amplified with the loss. He’d been touching her, dammit. Caressing her. Kissing her. Her emotions whirled chaotically as the loss of his physical presence hit her. Rejection, anger, frustration, regret. The perfection of the moment dropped and shattered upon the impact of reality.
“Don’t ever do that again.”
The words were like a knife to the heart. Slashing so deep, so swiftly, that she actually gasped, hunching over, because she could feel it like a physical blow to her chest. Patrick stepped forward, his dark eyes almost regretful, but she shrank away from the hand he held out.
“Pixie... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it quite like that, but...”
