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Jared was at the door to the club, his eyes determinedly on her face as she passed by.
“Good for you,” he said to Patrick, giving Lexie an encouraging smile. She smiled back up at him. Club gossip about the collar would go around quickly, just as it had when it had come out that Patrick and Lexie had signed an exclusive contract. The subs were calling them Paxie - but not where Patrick could hear. Lexie thought it was hilarious, although she hadn’t had the nerve to mention it to him. Some things Patrick just did not have a sense of humor about.
As for their friends, with Jared here, even if none of them were in the club tonight, she didn’t doubt they’d all know by tomorrow morning that Patrick had collared her. Heck, they might even know by the time she and Patrick were done with their scene. It all depended on whether Jared waited till he wasn’t working to send the first text.
Turned out, it didn’t matter. Adam and Angel were at the bar with Rick and Maria. Although Patrick led her by the bar, with just a wave at their friends, Adam’s eyes zeroed in on Lexie’s neck immediately. It didn’t help that she couldn’t wipe the silly, love-struck grin on her face away. She knew he immediately knew the significance of the silver glimmering around her neck, which meant all their friends were going to know, probably within the hour. Adam elbowed Rick, nodding at Patrick and Lexie, and leaning in to whisper in his ear. She got a glimpse of Rick’s startled expression just before they passed out of her eyesight, unless she wanted to turn her head to look at them.
She was pretty sure Rick wasn’t startled because of her outfit, although all of the guys had had that look on their face initially. Over the past couple of weeks, all her former Sentinels had gotten used to seeing her in various states of undress at Stronghold. Like Jared, they mostly kept their eyes on her face, as if they could pretend Patrick didn’t often have her breasts on display. Which, when she thought about it, was actually kind of amusing considering Patrick’s possessive reaction about scening with her in a more private setting. Then again, showing everyone what they couldn’t touch was one thing, actually displaying her at her most vulnerable, at their most intimate, was something else.
At the base of the stairs, Patrick stopped, and Lexie quickly came to a halt as he turned towards her.
“Walk up the stairs in front of me. We’re going to the Arabian Nights room.”
Her favorite room, because it was so romantic. Anticipation fizzed through her as she took the first step.
It felt strange, walking in front of him. Usually when they walked around the club, Patrick had her either beside him or just behind him. Glancing over her shoulder, she realized he was several steps behind her, and staring straight at her ass.
Heat bloomed in her cheeks as she wondered what kind of view he would have from there. She was sure he could see the flat, blue base of the plug nestled between her butt cheeks at the very least. With the prongs clamping her labia together, she wouldn’t be surprised if he could see her swollen lips as well; definitely the little jewels dangling down between her legs. Knowing where his gaze was made her even more aware of the lower half of her body, heightening the sensations as pleasure and sensual awareness curled in her stomach.
He was going to have Lexie walk in front of him more often. Especially up stairs. The view was spectacular, and he was very glad he had decided not to include a skirt in her outfit tonight. Yes, there was a possessive, jealous beast rampaging inside of him whenever someone looked at her, but there was also the satisfied Dom who enjoyed showing off his submissive and seeing others’ admiration. Besides, he’d noticed Lexie truly was a bit of an exhibitionist; she became aroused from walking around the club partially nude. He could deal with some possessive jealousy in order to satisfy his submissive. His Lexie.
The glinting blue plug, winking at him between her cheeks, made him grin. With the collar on her neck, and such an obviously large plug - obvious mostly by the way she was walking - he’d practically made an announcement that he was claiming her, completely, tonight. There would be no part of her that was no longer his.
She led the way to the Arabian Nights room, although she had no way of knowing he’d stopped by earlier in the day to make some alterations. Nothing huge, but he had no intention of using the bed in there tonight.
When she stepped inside, she came to a halt. Looking over her shoulder, Patrick smiled in satisfaction.
He’d moved the throne chair out of the way, and in its place was a huge mirror, propped up against the wall. In front of the mirror was a spanking bench, already adjusted so it was almost at a ninety degree angle, ensuring that the lucky submissive strapped to it would be looking straight ahead at herself in the mirror.
Lexie whirled around, staring up at him almost accusingly. “You changed the room around.”
“Yes I did.” Satisfaction was heavy in his voice. Behind his zipper, his cock jerked. “Now go put yourself over the spanking bench so I can make sure the next time you speak to me in the club, you remember to call me Sir. Or, better, Master.”
It was damn adorable when she bit her lip like that, going from fiery brat to uncertain submissive in a heartbeat. Wide eyes stared up at him, accusation extinguished to be replaced by sensual excitement and a woman’s worry over her poor behind. He doubted she realized her fingers had come up to stroke her collar again. She’d been doing it ever since he’d put it on her, and every time she did, his cock pulsed.
“Now, Pixie.”
His voice seemed to jolt her out of whatever thoughts she was having and she spun around, a little wobbly on her heels. Immediately, he put out his hand, but he ended up not touching her as she righted herself on her own and walked over to the bench. Watching her bend her body over it, putting her hands and knees in place, was almost as delightful as watching her walk up the stairs had been.
The heart-shaped cheeks of her bottom quivered slightly and then relaxed, a gorgeous frame to the blue plug’s base which was in the center. Her swollen pussy lips and clamped labia were slick and shiny with her cream, the little red nub of her clit poking out invitingly. Settling into position, Lexie looked forward in the mirror, which allowed her to stare straight at him in the reflection.
Lust, need, wariness and eagerness all flickered across her face as she watched him pick up a leather paddle from one of the tables near the bed. He’d left it out, knowing he’d probably use it at some point tonight.
Stepping up behind her and slightly to the side, he tapped the paddle against his thigh, meeting her eyes in the mirror as he began to rub his free hand over the creamy cheeks of her ass. “Do you understand why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Little minx. He hadn’t insisted on Master, but she’d known he would have preferred it, and her eyes glinted with mischievousness in the mirror. Daring him. His lips curved into a smile. So she wanted to play it that way, did she?
“Good. Your safe word is ‘red.’”
“Yes, Sir.”
She had barely gotten the words out before he snapped his hand back and brought the paddle down hard on the back of her thigh.
THWAP!
“OW!” Shock resonated in her voice as she lurched forward, obviously unprepared for the sharp pain that lanced through her. She’d been expecting a blow to her upturned rump, not the sensitive back of her thigh, and he’d known it.
