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Lexie put down her book completely. “I could help.”
She had no idea what he was doing, but she was willing to do whatever she needed to get a little pleasure tonight. The sooner the better. Thinking about scening at the club had her all hot and bothered. Something he probably already knew, since she was currently topless and her nipples were standing at attention.
“No. I’ll take care of this, you finish your book.” A little smile crossed his lips, his dark eyes gleaming.
The asshole knew she was turned on, and he’d decided he wanted to keep her that way. Make her wait for her pleasure. Which, of course, just made her more turned on. It was a cruel, cruel cycle. Underneath her short skirt, her pussy was already wet and ready to go. She squeezed her thighs together. Of course, he caught the movement, small as it was.
“Feet up on my desk, spread well apart.” The stern command whipped out, brooking no room for argument.
She made a frustrated noise as she obeyed, leaning back in the chair so she could get into position. The rising heat in his eyes meant nothing, she already knew he wasn’t going to give in to her. No, he was just going to make her expose herself, so he could enjoy seeing the evidence of her arousal, without actually doing anything to quench it.
“Good girl.”
As he bent his head back over his paperwork, she considered throwing her book at him. It was a paperback, so it wouldn’t really hurt. And it would certainly get his attention. Just not in the way she wanted. Sometimes she liked to think about the bad things she could do and the way he’d punish her if she did it. For throwing a book at his head to try and provoke a reaction... chances were she’d get a hefty spanking, maybe even a paddling, and then put right back in the position she was right now, but worse. Because her bottom would be red and hot against the seat, she’d be three times as aroused, and he still wouldn’t let her cum.
Sighing she settled herself into the seat, opening her book back up and trying to focus on it. Maybe if she was good, she’d get a reward when they got home.
Tonight was going to be special.
Not just because it was their first time in the club since Lexie had become his, and definitely not because she was snapping mad and sexually frustrated. Last night he’d taken her home and, for the first time, had put them both to bed with nothing more than some cuddling. It had taken a while for his restless Pixie to fall asleep, because she’d been turned on the entire time they’d been at Stronghold and then frustrated with him for not sating her when they got home.
But he wanted her on edge. He liked seeing her trying to work through her frustration, to hold back the bratty sass that wanted to spill out of her mouth, so she could get a reward for being a good girl. Watching her struggle made his dominant side both amused and aroused.
This morning he’d woken up to a fucking fantastic blowjob. She was always awake before him, because she got up early during the week, and this time she’d managed to get her mouth around his cock while he was still in deep sleep. Waking up to the feel of her tongue fluttering along the length of his cock, her lips wrapped around his shaft, had been mind-blowing. He hadn’t been able to think, he’d been so caught up in just feeling, with his hands on the back of her head, thrusting up between her lips, until he’d had a draining orgasm while she’d sucked him dry.
To her extreme annoyance, afterwards, he’d cuddled her, showered with her, and then set her to work cleaning his apartment while he went out shopping. There was a particular order that he’d put in over a week ago to pick up, which was the big thing, along with a few other items. Despite his morning blow job, he ended up with a hard-on for most of the afternoon while he plotted out exactly what he was going to do with his lovely Lexie tonight.
When he’d gotten home, his condo had been spotless, and his sweet, naked submissive had been seething. She’d made dinner for him, smiled at him, and didn’t even sass him, but he could see it in her eyes. Waiting for her pleasure was making her more than cranky. It was also making her better behaved than ever.
She could have disobeyed him and played with herself while he was gone. Gotten herself off. Found her own relief, despite knowing she’d be punished for it. But she hadn’t, despite how frustrated it made her, despite how pissed she got at him.
Which made him want to take her back into his bedroom and fuck her senseless. She was so fucking perfect for him. But he’d gotten a rigid grasp on his control and made both of them wait. It would be worth it. After dinner, Lexie had cleaned up the dishes while he’d gone to the bedroom to lay out everything he wanted her to wear tonight.
“Lexie? Come in here when you’re done,” he called, looking at the array on the bed, well pleased with himself.
It didn’t surprise him when she appeared in the doorway mere seconds later. Naked. There was a sultry smile on her lips and fire in her eyes, daring him to keep her waiting.
“Come here, Pixie, let’s get you ready for the club.”
Despite her impatience with him, pure pleasure lit up her face as she came into the room. She was eager to go to the club. Even if she hadn’t been waiting the past twenty-four hours for an orgasm, he knew she would still have been eager. It pleased him that she wanted to play at the club. If she’d truly wanted to engage in some exhibitionism, he would have put aside his possessiveness, but it pleased him even more that she was perfectly happy in the theme rooms. In fact, he’d picked up on a little bit of possessive jealousy at the idea of scening out in the main part of the Dungeon. Which also pleased him.
Sucking in her breath, Lexie shivered a bit as Patrick tightened the waist cincher even more. She knew it was one of the things he’d picked up today when he was out. It was obviously one of Angel’s creations, done in black and silver silk which was decorated with tiny, blue embroidered flowers. She’d admired the fabric before, when she’d been at Angel’s house, so that’s how she knew. That, and the cincher was perfectly fitted to her, settling in between her hips and breasts, cupping but not pressing against the soft mounds of flesh, leaving them completely on display.
The press of the cincher around her was like being held tightly by Patrick’s arms, so tight she couldn’t breathe too deeply, and yet she didn’t want to be let go either. It made her feel safe. Loved. Especially because he’d picked it out for her.
There were three boxes laid out on the bed next to where the corset had been, all of them slightly different sizes. She couldn’t even begin to guess what he might have inside of them.
As his hand caressed her bottom, she drew in a quick breath as heat and arousal surged. She was so freaking horny... had been so freaking horny all day in fact. He was driving her absolutely nuts, and at the same time, she loved it. The swollen throbbing between her legs while she’d cleaned his condo this afternoon had excited her even as she’d wanted to kill him for leaving her so needy. She’d liked being wet for him all day, thinking about him all day, wondering what they were going to do at the club tonight. It had driven her crazy too, but there was no denying she’d craved it as well.
If he’d actually given in and gotten her off before they went to the club, it wouldn’t have been nearly as exciting.
“Bend over and put your elbows on the bed.” His fingers slid inwards, to the crease of her buttocks, and then down to the sensitive little hole nestled between her cheeks. Beneath it, her pussy was leaking like a sieve.
His fingers left her, and she heard the familiar snapping sound of the lube bottle being opened. Seconds later, a cool slick finger was pushing its way into her anus, and she moaned. Patrick played with her ass often, and she had started to love it. She even liked wearing the plug when she wasn’t around him, or he wasn’t home, and feeling that back entrance stretched around something. Although, she now wore a larger one, which stayed inside of her easier than the smaller one she’d originally requested. She was determined not to have another embarrassing moment of losing it.
The tight hole stretched and spasmed, sensitive nerve endings buzzing as he fucked her ass with his finger for a minute, before adding a second one. The slight burn as her hole stretched had her pussy spasming with jealousy.
“Open up the box on the left.”
