Naughty Girl

by Scarlett Metal

  Naughty Girl

  By Scarlett Metal

  Naughty Girl

  By Scarlett Metal

  Copyright © 2013 by Scarlett Metal

  All Rights Reserved. This book may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. All characters and storylines are the property of the author and your support and respect is appreciated. The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.

  Cover design by Niina Cord.

  Dedication:

  This is dedicated to all indie authors out there. You inspire me and motivate me. Thank you.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 1 - Alex

  I will never forget the night I met him, the one that would eventually not only put a collar on my neck, but around my heart.

  I was sitting at the club with my best friend Stephanie and her boyfriend Zach when I noticed him. He was hard to miss, sitting over in the corner booth with Max, the club owner. It was hard to tell exactly how tall he was, but I guessed at least 6’3”. His dark blond hair was short and combed back. The suit he was wearing was obviously expensive, Armani maybe? I bet he had amazing shoulders under that suit. What really caught my attention were his eyes. He noticed me looking at him and gave me a slight smile and nod before I quickly glanced away. There was something about his piercing, icy blue eyes that unnerved me.

  “Who’s the new guy with Max?” I nodded my head over to where Max and the mystery man were sitting, taking a quick drink of my water.

  Zach looked in Max's direction and shrugged. “Pretty sure that's Max’s friend from college. Rumor has it he had a big club in New York or something and he's going to partner with Max here. ”

  “Huh...” I glanced back over at him. If he was a friend of Max’s and had a club, there’s a good chance he was a Dom too. I wondered if he was taken.

  “Alex, what's going through that head of yours?” My best friend Stephanie smirked. It was like she could read my mind.

  “Whatever do you mean?” I smiled at her innocently.

  She shook her head with a laugh. “I know and I know that look. You're looking at him like you're trying to survey the fresh meat.”

  I shrugged. “Maybe…and maybe I was just thinking I should go over and say hi. You know, to be polite.”

  Stephanie laughed. “What about Will? Are you guys finally done?”

  I waved my hand, dismissing her comment. Will had been a Dom at the club that I’d been casually seeing. “There’s nothing between Will and me. We were just having a good time, besides, he moved to California and I haven’t heard from him in over a month; no phone call, no text, nothing.”

  She snorted. “That’s weird. With the way he acted before he left, I would’ve thought you’d hear from him all the time. Shit, the way he talked about you, I’m surprised he didn’t try to drag you along with him.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Like that would’ve happened. He knew I wasn’t even looking for a collar. We had a good time together but it wasn’t anything special. I certainly wouldn’t relocate for him! Besides, I just want to say hi. There’s no harm in that.””

  Unlike my best friend who wore her Dom Zach’s collar, I had no interest in making that kind of commitment to anyone. I was in the lifestyle for the kinky sex more than anything. I absolutely loved a man that took charge in the bedroom.

  Steph and I have been friends since high school. One night after way too many margaritas, we confessed to each other that we liked sex a little bit rough and were curious about the BDSM lifestyle. We started doing some research, and found the local underground BDSM club, Backstage. We started coming here to play and learn more about lifestyle five years ago and became regulars.

  Stephanie met her Dom Zach right away and was collared after six months. She’s never been with another Dom. After three years together, they got engaged. I, on the other hand, had play partners at the club, even dated a few casually but nothing more. I knew in my head being submissive didn't mean giving up all of my independence, but I couldn't seem to give myself to anyone enough to be collared for more than play.

  I couldn’t stop glancing over at the corner booth. “That’s it.” I stood up, smoothing my hands on my skirt, my mind set on meeting the mystery man. “I’m going over to say hi.”

  “Good luck!” Steph called after me as I walked away.

  I looked hot and I knew it. Taking a deep breath, I bit my lip as I approached their table; glad I had worn my red lipstick. My long blond hair was piled up on my head in a messy bun with pieces framing my face and showing off my large silver hoops.

  The two men stopped their conversation as they noticed me walk up. The mystery man's eyes traveled from my freakishly high heels that took me forever to learn how to walk in to the almost obscenely short hem of my favorite black skirt. His gaze finally stopped at the nearly indecent amount of cleavage revealed in my black bustier. When he finally lifted his eyes to meet mine, it was like he could see through me, to my soul. I was so thrown off by his look I almost forgot why I was there.

  “Um, hi Max. How are you doing tonight? Do you guys need any drinks or anything?” That’s the best I had? Lame. I glanced at Max’s friend and gave him a wide smile.

  “Hey Alex. I didn’t know I hired you as a waitress .” Max looked up at me with a smirk on his face. He was one of the few Doms here I hadn’t been with, but it wasn’t for lack of trying on my part. He wasn’t interested, but then again, I’d never seen him play at the club with anyone all of the time I’d been coming here.

  I narrowed my hazel eyes at him. “I was just trying to be nice.” I could feel the handsome stranger’s gaze on me, looking me up and down. My nipples tightened under my leather bustier.

  “Mmhmm…” He chuckled. “Have you met Paul?”

  I turned my attention to him and smiled. I suddenly felt like I had a stomach full of butterflies. I’d never been so nervous to talk to a man before. Not sure why I suddenly was now. “I‘ve not had the pleasure.”

  “Alex, this is my best friend from college, Paul. Paul, this is Alex. She's a submissive here at the club.”

  I held out my hand. “Nice to meet you.”

  He took my tiny hand, gripping it firmly in his strong one. My eyes widened as I felt something like a jolt of electricity pass from his hand to mine. From the way his eyes darkened, I was pretty sure he felt it too. “Nice to meet you too, Alex.” His voice was deep and smooth, like a bass drum. I shuddered suddenly as a vision of him whispering naughty things in my ear flashed in my head.

  “Alex?” Max’s voice suddenly jolted me out of my fantasy.

  I broke out of my reverie to realize both men were looking at me expectedly. “What?” My face was warm as I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and smiled sheepishly at Paul. “Sorry.”

  He winked at me. “That’s ok, Alex.” Oh my god, the way he said my name made my knees weak.

  “Well then, I’m going to head back to my friends. Just wanted to stop by and say hi. It was nice to meet you Paul.” I was to
tally flustered now. What’s wrong with me? Men never flustered me. I was usually the one to do the flustering.

  “It was nice to meet you too. Hopefully we will run into each other again soon.” Paul nodded and licked his lips. This time I had visions of being tied up in front of him while he used that tongue to tease me until I screamed for mercy.

  “I would like that,” I replied softly. “I’ll leave you boys alone. See you later.”

  As I walked back to my friends, I snuck a peek back at Paul and caught him watching me. I sat back down at the bar with a smug grin and took a long drink of my water.

  “So?” Stephanie prompted me eagerly, her wide eyes looking at me expectantly as she waited for a full report.

  “So what?” I shrugged nonchalantly.

  She reached over to smack my arm lightly. “Ow! What was that for?” I rubbed my arm, giving her a wounded look.

  “Please! I saw the look on your face when you left here. It was a typical Alex look – the ‘I’m going to eat you for lunch and spit you out’ look. And you came back here looking pretty happy with yourself.”

  “I have no idea what you are talking about. I just went over to say hi,” I said, trying not to giggle. I couldn’t hide anything from my best friend.

  “Sure ya did. So what’s his name?” She interrogated me.

  I played with the corner of the napkin under my water glass. “His name is Paul.”

  “What else?” She was so nosy. She loved to live vicariously through my exploits since she had been with Zach so long.

  I laughed. “That was about it. We didn’t talk that long, Steph.”

  Stephanie rubbed my arm. “True.” She rested her head on her hand on the bar. “Are you going to put the moves on him?”

  “I don’t know, I just met him after all.” I stammered. “He’s hot though. We’ll see.”

  Stephanie leaned back to look over at Paul. “Yeah he is. Panty-dropping hot, in fact.”

  I busted out laughing. “Oh my god, Steph!” I turned around, getting another look at Paul. He saw me looking and gave me a smile and a nod. Yep, Paul was definitely panty dropping hot.

  I couldn’t wait to see more of him.

  Chapter 2 - Paul

  “Better watch out for that one…She’s known for eating Doms alive and it looks like she may have set her sights set on you.” Max grinned.

  I'd been unable to take my eyes off her since the moment she walked away. Seeing her at the bar with her friends, long legs crossed in front of her, allowing her black leather mini skirt to creep higher on her thigh, made my cock harden. It’d been awhile since I’d been so affected by anyone and this girl had definitely piqued my interest.

  I turned my attention back to my friend. “What do you mean? She certainly looked innocent enough.”

  Max sighed and leaned back in the booth. “She’s been a member here with her friend Stephanie, the girl next to her, for four years. In that time, she hasn't let anyone collar her for anything other than play. I’ve seen her bring more than one Dom to his knees, honestly. She has this effect on them. You should see it when she pulls up on her Harley. They are all drooling over her. I think it’s a combination of her feistiness and her submissiveness that drives men crazy. They see her as a challenge, almost as a prize. Each one wants to be the one to ‘win’ her.”

  The image of her pulling up on a motorcycle made me grin. “Sounds like she’d be a good Domme. Has she tried it?” I couldn’t help it, my gaze was drawn over to her. Her smile was amazing and I couldn’t stop looking. For a second, I thought about those luscious lips wrapped around my rock hard cock.

  Max chuckled. “I asked her that once. She said male subs turn her off and that she likes a strong alpha male. She’s played publicly here a few times, and she’s transformed when she gets bound, becomes a totally different person. It’s pretty sexy actually. I can only imagine how submissive she is behind closed doors.”

  “Interesting…Sounds like trouble.” I laughed and took a sip of my drink. Seeing sassy Alex submissive, was definitely something I would love to do. Imagines of her tied up to my four-poster bed filled my mind; maybe even throw a blindfold in there for extra measure.

  “Oh, she’s definitely trouble, but, really, she might be just the girl for you.” Max leaned in, looking at me with narrowed eyes.

  “I’m fine, I don’t need a woman.” I hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, not seriously anyway. There had been a few casual encounters over the years, but most subs I’d met were weak. I wanted someone that wasn’t a doormat; someone that challenged me. Someone smart and sexy. From the way Max described her, someone like Alex. As tempting as the blond-haired beauty sounded, I just really didn’t want a sub right now – if ever again.

  “When was the last time you were with someone that challenged you? You need to move on. It’s been two years since Jessica.”

  Jessica had been my sub back in New York, She wasn’t only my sub, but also my wife and my partner. She was beautiful and smart and sexy and together we’d built one of the most successful BDSM clubs. She let the success go to her head and ended up falling for another Dom that frequented the club. I let her have the club in our divorce, having no desire to continue with the life that she and I had built together.

  “I moved here to help you with the club, not to get laid.” I tersely replied.

  Max shook his head. “You came here for a fresh start. Alex could be a great way to do that.”

  He was right. I couldn’t stop looking over at her. “I swore I’d never collar a woman again.”

  “That’s why she’s perfect for you.” Max glanced back over to the bar to where Alex was sitting. “She doesn’t want a collar, just some hot sex. What more do you need?”

  “Max, I’ll admit she’s tempting.” I scrubbed my face with my hand. “Maybe I’ll see if she wants to get together tomorrow night and we’ll see what happens.”

  “Now there’s the spirit!” Max grinned at me.

  I couldn’t help but laugh at Max’s excitement. Only a good friend like him would be so happy about me getting some.

  I checked my watch. It was eleven o’clock and I was exhausted from my long day of moving. I was renting a small house near the club. “I’m going to head out. It’s been a long couple of days. I’m beat.”

  “Sounds good. Call if you need anything, otherwise I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

  The two men stood up and shook hands. “Yep, I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

  I nodded and started walking out of the club. I made sure to take the long way, walking past Alex. Max was right; I needed some fun and she sounded like just the girl to have that fun with. I stopped behind her, causing her to pause mid-conversation to turn and look at me. The wind knocked out of me when those hazel eyes looked up at me. I really hoped she didn’t notice the erection bulging in my pants. Leaning forward, my lips almost touched her ear as I whispered, “Be here tomorrow night at nine o’clock. Wear a red dress and make sure you aren’t wearing any panties.”

  She swallowed hard and nodded. “Good.” I stood back up and nodded to her friend, then glanced back at her. “See you tomorrow.”

  I walked out of the club before she could say another word, whistling to myself. I couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow night. My cock hardened as I thought about my plans for Alex. I had a feeling we were definitely going to have a good time together.

  Chapter 3 - Alex

  “What did he say to you?” Stephanie eagerly asked me as soon as Paul walked out the door of the club.

  I turned back to her, still a little shocked by Paul’s invitation to meet tomorrow night. And his demands. I mean, he barely knew me, what made him think I was going to listen to him. But of course I was. Something deep inside me told me I had to.

  “He wants to meet me here tomorrow night. Told me to wear a red dress and no underwear.”

  Stephanie’s brown eyes widened in surprise as she twirled a lock of her auburn hair around her finger. �
��Really? Are you going to? You just met him.”

  I shrugged, already trying to decide which red dress I was going to wear. “Maybe. I can meet him. Doesn’t mean anything has to happen.”

  She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at me. “That’s not like you, Alex. You don’t usually give in to anyone’s demands so easily.”

  I smiled sheepishly. “I admit, there’s something about him; something that makes me want to do what he says. And when he took my hand to shake it, I felt this amazing connection between us. He’s fucking hot too. Who wouldn’t want a chance with him?”

  We dissolved into a fit a giggles, planning which dress I would wear when I saw Paul. We finally headed out to the dance floor, but all I thought about for the rest of the night was Paul. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.