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Putting his hand on her ass, he possessively rubbed the denim-clad rump. The denim-clad, soon-to-be-naked rump. Fuck yeah.
Small hands wandered down his back towards his own butt, and he couldn’t help but smile. Submissive, yes; passive, no. That was his Pixie.
He dumped her on the bed. Slightly disheveled, she stared up at him, licking her lips in anticipation. Her eyes were bright and excited, cheeks flushed, and her nipples were poking through the fabric of her sweater as if they could drill through it.
“Sit up.”
Immediately she obeyed, scooting closer to the edge of the bed so her legs could dangle off of it. Patrick slid his fingers under her sweater and pulled it up over her head, revealing her lack of bra. Which wasn’t entirely surprising.
“Mmm, very nice, sweetheart,” he said, fondling her breasts. As much as he hated a mess in his room, he did enjoy dropping her clothes on his floor. He’d want to put them away later, but Lexie’s clothes on the floor meant she was naked and in his bed, and the sense of satisfaction it gave him completely overwhelmed his need for a neat room. “So pretty.”
Leaning down, he pushed her back so she had to use both hands to prop herself up and keep from falling back completely. She moaned as he sucked one perfect pink nipple into his mouth, cupping her breasts with his hands and running his thumb over the neglected one. Putting her in this position was almost as good as binding her, because she couldn’t move out of it without falling back. Which, he thought devilishly as he tugged on her ring with his teeth, would hurt. Plus it would deprive her of having her nipples sucked.
Her legs spread automatically as he moved his mouth to the other nipple, using his tongue to toy with the ring piercing it, making it as hard as its counterpart. Laving attention on her nipples made her wildly needy, and her body writhed as much as she was able, begging him for more.
“So sensitive and sweet,” he murmured, switching his attentions back to the other nipple. The tiny bud stood proud and hard against her breast, still glistening from his mouth. “I could spend hours sucking your nipples, Pixie.”
“Oh please no,” she said immediately, her voice full of sensual desperation, even as her muscles obviously tightened. Her body responded to the idea, but her head knew how torturous it would be. Unless, of course, she was one of those women who could climax from nipple stimulation alone. It could be an interesting experiment one day, he thought, suckling her nipple deep into his mouth.
Lexie mewed, her head falling back onto the bed, pushing her breasts up towards him for his visual and oral appreciation.
“You should never tell a Dom no, Pixie,” he said, around his mouthful of breast flesh. “It gives him such interesting ideas.”
She whined as he bit down on the base of her nipple, tugging it gently, but she didn’t protest this time. When she lifted her head back up to look down the length of her body at him, her eyes had become glassy, her pupils huge with arousal. Their eyes met as he nibbled on her breast, making the moment even more intimate than it had been. His cock surged in his pants, demanding satisfaction.
Yeah, the idea of tormenting Lexie’s nipples for hours appealed, but not right now. That was something for a day later in the future when he had the time and patience to properly attend to the task. When he’d become more used to having her body at his disposal and his control wasn’t pulled so taut.
Reluctantly letting the swollen bud pop out of his mouth, Patrick undid the front of her jeans and started to pull them from her hips. He tutted as her panties came into view.
“No panties in the condo, Pixie, I’m going to have to punish you for that.”
She blinked at him as he tugged her jeans further down her thighs, automatically lifting herself to help. “But... I didn’t have time to take them off after we signed the contract!”
“Not my problem.”
“That’s not fair!”
He grinned at her, dropping her jeans on the floor and planting a hand on either side of her thighs, leaning into her and looming over her. The arousal spiked in her eyes, even as she glared at him. “Who says I care about fair, sweetheart? I’m your Dom. I can punish you just because I feel like it, having a reason just makes it sweeter. Now say ‘yes, Sir’ unless you want to add to that.”
“Yes, Sir,” she repeated, pouting. It really made him want to chuckle whenever she did that. Too bad he wasn’t into age-play. She’d make an adorable little girl. Maybe if she was ever really bad, he’d arrange a scene. He had a feeling she’d hate that a lot more than any corporeal discipline he came up with. It would probably curb any childish behavior pretty damn quickly. Definitely something to keep in mind.
“Since you like panties so much, I think I know the perfect punishment,” he said. “Stand up and take those off.”
He went to his closet, to the shopping bag he hadn’t even had the chance to unpack yet. Apparently at least one of his choices today had been inspired. Opening the box he wanted, he quickly inserted the batteries and then turned to see Lexie standing nervously next to his bed, completely naked, and yet still slightly defiant.
Lovely.
“Bend over the bed, Pixie, and spread your legs.”
She obeyed, giving her hair a little toss as she did it. They’d see how long her sassy demeanor held up.
Fucking beautiful. Her heart-shaped ass was up in the air, legs spread enough that her pussy gaped slightly, breasts and silver nipple rings hanging down below her. He could hardly wait until the day when he’d bend her over like this and fuck her from behind. Unfortunately, today was not that day, but he savored both the anticipation and the regret. Soon.
Kneeling behind her, he ran his hand over her sweet ass, feeling her tremble slightly beneath his touch. Perfect. Bent over like this, with him behind her and out of her eyesight, she was already acting and feeling more submissive in her nervousness.
“Lift up your foot.” He tapped her ankle and she obliged, allowing him to slide her foot into the garment. “Now the other one.”
The panties went up her legs, slowing only when he reached her upper thighs.
