Page 220 of Entering Stronghold

Fuck that was hot.

Heat seemed to spread through her, from her pussy up to her face, making her cheeks pink. She was so entranced by these new sensations, especially the excitement rippling through her when she tugged her wrists and reinforced her helplessness, she actually forgot Patrick was there. At least, she forgot until he shifted his weight, the movement catching her eye, and when their gazes locked, she really did feel helpless. Vulnerable. Like an animal caught in a trap being circled by a hunter.

“Are you ready for me to take this off?” Michael asked, his question and his finger sliding along the edge of her bustier distracting her from Patrick’s hot gaze. Fortunately, Master Michael didn’t look too upset at her unfocused attention. Although he didn’t show any expression on his face, looking into his eyes, Lexie would swear he was amused.

“Aren’t you just supposed to do what you want, Mr. Dom?” she asked, a little haughtily.

Michael chuckled. “Oh, honey, are you trying to rush me along? Because it’s not going to work, you know, no matter how bratty you are. Now, I want to hear you say that you’d like me to take off your clothes and expose you to the whole club.”

Her heart seemed to beat in triple time at his words as a rush of excitement went through her, followed swiftly by trepidation. Geezus. No wonder the subs upstairs had been jealous she was here with him tonight. If Patrick had said something like that to her, she probably would have exploded from lust. Was it being dominated which was turning her on so much, or was she more of an exhibitionist than she’d realized?

Licking her suddenly dry lips, Lexie cleared her throat. “Please take off my clothes, Master Michael.”

“Good girl.”

Even if it wasn’t as good as hearing Patrick say it, it was still hot.

Master Michael was obviously pretty familiar with bustiers. It took him only seconds to unhook all the clasps along the front of the strapless contraption, which was kind of annoying considering how long it had taken her to hook them all together. But the rush of sexual excitement quickly dimmed any annoyance, as her nipples puckered in the open air.

Holy fuck. She was topless, in Stronghold, with nothing at all covering her nipples for the first time. Hands above her head, breasts thrust out, with her shiny rings glimmering in the light.

“Very pretty,” Master Michael said, tugging on one of the rings. Lexie stifled a moan. Raising one eyebrow, he pulled it a little harder, making her gasp. “That’s right, honey, I want to hear every little whimper, every moan.” He leaned in, his lips right next to her ear so no one else would be able to hear his words. “And I’ll bet you the big man standing off to our side wants to, too.”

Now she did moan again, her pussy clenching at the reminder that Patrick was watching this. Watching her. Hearing her. She was going to make it as fucking hard as possible for him to stand off to the side, in his determined hands-off position.

Michael’s hands ran down her sides as he went to his knees in front of her. Funny, how he could be on his knees and still retain his utter authority. His fingers curled over the waistband of her skirt as he looked up at her and winked.

Damn. If she wasn’t already in love with Patrick...

The skirt fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but the little lacy thong. She could swear she heard Patrick’s swift intake of breath. Not like he’d never seen her naked body before, but it still felt good to know he was affected. She refused to look at him though, concentrating on Michael. Even though she knew a part of what he was doing was putting on a show for Patrick, Master Michael still deserved her attention. He was the one acting as her Dom after all.

Slowly, his eyes locked with hers, Master Michael peeled her thong away from her pussy and down her legs so she could step out of it. She could see him assessing, gauging her reactions and her comfort level. Lexie didn’t mind being naked, even with the room slowly filling up with other people. Most of them weren’t looking at her anyway - or were pretending not to - because of Patrick standing off to the side. Such a Sentinel. Ha.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” Master Michael said, standing. “Let me see your pretty pussy.”

Fuck. This was more torturous than anything any Dom or Domme could have ever devised for a submissive. His cock was hard as a rock, and at the same time, he wanted to tear another man apart. All because of Lexie. Little Pixie.

But no matter how hard he tried, the vision of her as a little girl had been completely replaced in his mind by the sexy, curious, submissive woman in front of him. There was no doubting anymore that she was submissive. Something he’d known from the moment he’d bent her over his desk.

Why did he keep trying to talk himself into putting up more road blocks?

Oh right, because he wasn’t going to go there until Jake got home. And the more road blocks she tore down, the harder it was for him to hold to his conviction.

Her bright blue eyes were already slightly dazed, her pretty pink nipples erect and looking oh so suckable with their dangling silver decorations. The lacy thong she’d been wearing hadn’t covered much, but when Michael had stripped it off, Patrick’s possessive fury had pounded even harder in his head. Like some kind of primal instinct from caveman days, demanding he mark his territory and chase off the interloper. God, if he could only do just that.

It made him want to punch his fist through the wall as Lexie spread her legs, spread her pussy, for another man.

That could have been me.

No, it couldn’t have been. Not yet anyway. Even if Jake had been home, Patrick wasn’t sure if he would have managed to talk to his best friend about Lexie yet anyway. He still didn’t know how Jake would feel about Patrick wanting to date her, much less whether or not Lexie could even handle what Patrick needed in a relationship. Until he knew, it was easier to just put off talking to Jake. Now he was going to see if Lexie really could handle a scene, if submission was something she truly desired. Michael wasn’t going to do anything but an Introduction scene. Patrick knew Lexie, knew she wouldn’t have included sex within the limits of this scene. At least, he really fucking hoped he still knew Lexie.

Michael attached a spreader bar to her ankles, to force her to keep her legs spread. With her feet spread so wide, it lessened the amount of slack in the chain restraining her wrists, inhibiting her movements even more. He could see the moment she became aware of the restriction, the sudden flutter of fear accompanied by arousal and excitement. The kind of reaction every Dom loved to see when a pretty little submissive was first restrained.

“What’s your color, honey?” Master Michael asked.

Lexie smiled at him beatifically, making Patrick clench his fists. “Green.”

“Good girl.”

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