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Firmly, Patrick reached down and slid his fingers through hers, stopping their quest.
“Pay attention to the movie, Pixie,” he murmured into her hair, giving her hand a squeeze.
“Or what?” she asked. He wasn’t sure if she was being a brat on purpose, or if she was just truly curious. Pushing the boundaries a bit was to be expected, especially for Lexie who was used to getting her own way. She was the kind of submissive who was just dying for someone to tell her no, often and firmly.
“Or I’ll pause it, turn you over my knee, spank you, and then we’ll finish watching the movie. Or you can just finish watching it and get a reward.”
He smiled. Even though he couldn’t see her expression, he could practically sense the gears turning in her head as she decided what she wanted to do. Part of her would want to keep up her current behavior, just because he’d told her not to, but a spanking without any pleasure afterwards would just leave her hot and bothered, and she knew that. However, curiosity over what she’d get as a reward for good behavior should tempt her.
After a minute of contemplation, she relaxed against him, and he knew she’d chosen to behave.
“Good girl,” he said, running his thumb over the soft skin of her hand. Even though he trusted her to behave herself now, he found he still liked holding her hand. There was no pressing reason to relinquish it. Lexie made a soft, happy sound at the accolade and snuggled even more closely into him. Resting one hand on the back of her neck, he started to massage her neck and shoulders, and she automatically relaxed even more into him. This was something he’d always liked doing for her, partly because she always became soft and sweet when she was relaxed.
In some ways, she could be controlled merely through her desire to please, which seemed at odds with her contrariness, but that’s what he liked about her. She had both facets, in full measure. Truly disappointing him would cut her, but she’d make him work for her submission as well. There was nothing easy or simple about his Pixie.
Just having her curled up with him and watching a movie was a pleasure in and of itself. Did he want to fool around on the couch? Fuck yes he did. But he also wanted her to know this wasn’t just about sex. They’d been friends for so long, he wanted to make sure they built a romantic relationship apart from the sex, rather than just adding sex to the status quo. Plus, he couldn’t stop himself from exerting his dominance in all aspects, which meant he decided when they had sex, not her.
Not that he wouldn’t occasionally let her seduce him, but it would be up to him, not her.
That would have to come after she read the contract. Which, to her obvious dismay, was the reward he presented her with when the movie was over.
Narrowing her eyes at him, she pursed her mouth into a little moue. “I think we need to work on your definition of ‘reward.’”
He chuckled. Sassy brat. Handing her a pen, he leaned down and gave her a kiss, letting it linger a bit longer than he’d originally intended, just because he liked kissing her so damn much. Every kiss seemed special, exciting, because it had been taboo for so long. Each one was something to be tasted and savored.
“Read through it - thoroughly - and sign it, and I’ll be able to give you a much more satisfactory reward,” he said, picking up the dishes they’d eaten their pizza on. Lexie sighed and nodded, and he paused, giving her a stern look. “I mean it, Lex, go through it thoroughly. Use the pen to mark anywhere you have a question or a problem or you’d like to negotiate something different. I seriously doubt you’ll be content with the entire thing, but if you just say okay and sign it, I will hold you to it.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, with a touch of wariness and quite a bit more respect than the last two times she’d said it. Now she was looking at the contract like it might jump up and bite her, and he had to stifle another chuckle.
Retreating to the kitchen to do the dishes killed two birds with one stone; he wasn’t the type to leave food or dishes out overnight, plus it gave Lexie the chance to look at the contract without him looming over her.
Good grief, how many pages was this thing? Lexie had seen some of the standard contracts the patrons of Stronghold used, but this one was way longer. Then again, she was pretty sure the contracts she’d seen had only pertained to behavior inside the club and weren’t used outside of it. Just by glancing through the pages, she could see this contract was for a relationship, not just for club conduct.
Holy shit.
When Patrick had said he was serious about her, he’d really meant it. He wouldn’t have given her something like this otherwise. Her heart did a little tap dance of happiness inside of her chest, and it was hard not to jump around and squeal with all the joy bubbling up inside of her.
Part of her was tempted to just sign it and live up to whatever he’d written down. She knew he’d never include anything that would hurt or injure her, and she wanted to prove to him that she could do anything he’d put into the contract. On the other hand, that was a stupid, immature thought, and she knew what a controlling bastard he was. She wouldn’t put it past him to have included some seriously ridiculous shit that he would hold her to if she didn’t read it carefully. Nothing malicious, just super-controlling. The other Stronghold girls hadn’t signed contracts like this, but that was because they kept the BDSM stuff to the bedroom. She knew Jessica and Angel both had club contracts, which were only enforced when they were actually at Stronghold.
One look at the first page of the contract in her hand and it was obvious Patrick truly did intend for it to be a full-time thing.
Lexie scowled as she circled two of the points. “I am not going without panties at all times and with a butt plug whenever I’m not with you!”
“Mark it down, and we’ll talk about it,” he called back from the kitchen.
Oh hell yes they would talk about it. Crazy control freak. A tiny smile curved her lips though. If she’d ever wondered what Patrick’s fantasies were, they were now all laid out right in front of her. Most of it she was okay with. There was definitely some stuff included that she would count more as domestic discipline than kink, but honestly that appealed to her. He wanted her to keep his place as neat as it always was and her place completely clean as well. That was fine. So was the part about letting him know whenever she was going to go out with the girls and where she was going to be when she wasn’t at work or with him.
A lot of it was common sense or common courtesy, but obviously Patrick preferred to have it all spelled out. No drinking more than two drinks unless someone else was driving, and if she did drink two drinks, she had to wait an hour after the second one before she could drive (not a problem since when she was driving she never drank more than one drink). No smoking, which was something she rarely indulged in anyway, and she had no problem making that not at all. Keep him updated on her schedule. No sleepovers without permission. No lying. No scening with other Doms. Always wear her collar when she was at Stronghold. No masturbating or touching herself without permission. He also had a separate section for rules during vacations with him and vacations taken without him. Mostly involving nudity and toys.
Then there were the things that made her shake her head, but didn’t bother her - like him wanting to pick out what she was going to wear to Stronghold whenever they went. At least he didn’t want to pick out her daily clothes, although he did include a part about being able to veto any of her regular outfits that he didn’t want her wearing out. She also had a curfew of eleven o’clock on weeknights. Part of her wanted to protest that one, just on principle, but on the other hand they both knew she sometimes stayed out way too late and ended up exhausted at work the next day. Patrick knew because she’d called out of work before at Stronghold, because she was just too beat to come in after a late night and a long day at the office. He would control all sexual interactions between them, period. That one seemed a bit vague to her, but it was nothing less than she’d expected. She had a feeling trying to seduce him would be considered a sexual interaction; probably wasn’t going to stop her though.
The things she circled were the ones that were just too much. Like not wearing panties - ever. Like wearing a butt plug whenever he wasn’t with her. Waking him up every day with a blow job. Not that she didn’t like the idea, and she was certainly willing to do it quite often, but every single day? No. She was also not going to wait for him every time she had to take a shower, and he was not paying for her waxes. She could pay to get her own pussy waxed, thank you. Maybe that was a weird line to draw, considering she didn’t mind so many of his other strictures on her life, but she wanted to pay for her own beauty treatments.
He’d also put in the exceptions to the rules - like when she was on her period or if she was sick. There were separate rules for being sick, which made her wonder if he thought she didn’t know how to take care of herself when she wasn’t feeling well. On the other hand, she was perfectly happy to let him pamper her when she was sick and wait on her hand and foot, which appeared to be what he wanted. Strangely, he hadn’t included anything about when he got sick, but she knew she’d take care of him regardless. Silly man.
Punishments were also lined out, everything from spanking to a caning (for the worst offenses) and all that was in between. It was clear the survey she’d done for Stronghold had been taken into consideration, because everything was within the limits she’d outlined in the survey. Even when he was setting out all the rules he wanted her to follow, he was still thinking about her as well. Which was really sweet, when it came right down to it. Most infractions would be punished before bedtime every night, which would add to her anxiousness as he counted them up throughout the day, unless he thought something needed an immediate consequence.
She wondered if her friends would be horrified by the contract. They might or might not understand. Then again, Jessica let Justin pretty much dress her up for Stronghold whenever they went, and he went shopping with her for her regular clothes now too. Angel, as Olivia had pointed out, never hung out with her guy friends without Adam anymore. They let their Doms control parts of their lives outside of the club, it just wasn’t written down as part of the relationships.
