Naughty Girl

by Scarlett Metal

  “Let’s get you a drink,” she said with a smile.

  The rest of the night was better than I ever imagined it would be. We laughed and danced all night, just like a real couple. The later it got, the more I realized that I had fallen for this blond-haired beauty. . This wasn't just about collaring her, I wanted her to be mine in every sense of the word. I thought about bringing it up after the party, but I wasn’t sure how she felt about me and I didn’t want to ruin the night.

  Around midnight, as she was sitting on my lap, she whispered in my ear, “Let’s go.”

  I raised an eyebrow at her. “Where? Are you tired? Do you want to go home?”

  She bit her lip and shook her head. “Not home...not my home anyway. And no, I’m not tired.”

  “Want to come back to my place?” We’d never been to each other’s homes, so I wasn’t sure how she would react to my invitation.

  She nodded and looked at me with her hazel eyes. “Yes, please.” I loved her eyes. They were so expressive. They gave her every emotion away. And right now they were saying ‘fuck me, please’.

  I ran my hand down her back. “So polite...Good girl.” I helped her off my lap and stood up, offering my hand. “Ok, let’s go.”

  We said our goodbyes to Stephanie and Zach headed out of the bar. Her hand brushed mine and I decided to take a chance, grabbing it, lacing my fingers with hers. She gave my hand a little squeeze and I couldn’t help but smile.

  I led her out of the bar to my car and opened the door for her. I had some ideas on what we might do when we got back to my place and I hoped she was up for them. I decided I was going to test her limits in more ways than one tonight.

  As we were driving home from the party, I looked over at Alex. She had a wicked gleam in her eye and I had a feeling I was in trouble. “What are you thinking about, princess?” I asked as I reached out and touched her bare thigh, barely skimming it with my fingertips.

  “Oh nothing,” she grinned at me as she suddenly reached beneath the skirt of her dress and slipped off her thong. She threw it in my lap and I couldn’t help but gasp. I hadn’t seen this side of Alex very often since we really were only together at the club, but I’d always had a feeling it was there. That was part of the reason I was interested in seeing her outside the club. I figured it could bring our relationship to a whole new level in more ways than one.

  “You are such a naughty girl,” I muttered as I plucked her thong from my lap, feeling that it was drenched. For a second I thought about pulling over and fucking her right there, but I wanted to get her back to my place.

  “Mmhmm,” Alex nodded and I watched as slipped her fingers between her legs. She closed her eyes and sighed as she slid her finger inside her sex. I bit my lip to keep from groaning. I knew how good she felt, how wet she was, and all I could think about how I wanted to feel her.

  She finally pulled her finger out and I could see even in the dim light of the car that it was covered in her juices. She leaned over in the seat and offered it to me. Fuck! I grabbed her wrist with my left hand and guided it to my mouth. I had to taste her. She let out a whimper as I sucked gently on her finger and my cock jumped in response.

  Her other hand trailed down my chest to the bulge in my pants, brushing over my cock. I decided I was going to have some fun with her while she was in this mood. “Undo my pants,” I growled at her softly. She reached both hands over quickly and undid my belt buckle. She opened my pants, freeing my hard cock. “Make me come,” I whispered to her, trying to keep my eyes on the road.

  Alex gave me that wicked grin again and started stroking my cock with one hand. I loved the feel of her soft hands on me. She stroked me with one hand, rubbing my precum all over as the other moved down to tease my balls, massaging them. She started moving her hand faster and my breathing got more labored. I was getting close. She leaned over and bit my earlobe, running her tongue over it as she continued to work my cock. “Fuck, Alex, I am going to come,” I said huskily.

  “Come for me, Sir, please” she said breathlessly, continuing to stroke me.

  Her words were my undoing and I let out a soft moan, coming all over her hand. I fought to keep control of the car on the road as wave after wave washed through me.

  After tucking my cock back into my pants and zipping them up, Alex gave me a smug grin as she settled back into her seat. I watched her out of the corner of my eye while she brought her hand to her mouth and slowly licked my cum off of her. “Jesus, Alex that was fucking hot, but just wait until we get back to my place. I think I’m going to have to punish you for teasing me while I’m driving. You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

  Chapter 7 - Alex

  My clit start to throb at Paul’s words, wondering what he had in store for me. We’d done plenty of different things at the club, but he’d never punished me. And now we’re going to his place. We’d done such a good job keeping things impersonal until now and I was nervous.

  We spent the rest of the ride home in silence, Paul’s hand on my thigh. It was a simple gesture that said so much, like I was his. Even the part of me that abhorred the idea of being owned by a man seemed to enjoy it.

  We pulled into the driveway at Paul’s house and he parked in the garage. We got out of the car and started walking to the door when he grabbed me by the hair suddenly and kissed me hard, his lips moving roughly over mine, his tongue dancing with my tongue. He stopped the kiss as abruptly as he started it, leaving me standing there breathless. He opened the door and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the house after him.

  By now my juices were trickling down my thighs and my clit was throbbing for relief, but I had a feeling Paul was going to tease me and make me suffer after my little stunt in the car. Paul led me to the dining room without saying a word. For the first time since I’d been with him, I felt a little scared. Not scared he would hurt me, but scared he was going to push me past my limits and make me feel things I never had before. He had this quiet determination that made me think he was planning something big for me.

  He stopped in front of the table and pulled my dress over my head so I was naked before him. He traced a finger down my chest, between my breasts, finally running his finger along my swollen clit. I couldn’t help but moan and my body shuddered.

  “Oh, princess, you’re going to be a hot quivering mess when I’m done with you.” He kissed my forehead and helped me up onto the table. When I was laid out before him, he grabbed some ropes from a drawer nearby and moved around the table, tying down each of my hands. He tugged on the restraints, making sure they were tight. “Is that ok? Not too tight?”

  I pulled on the ropes. “They are fine, Sir.” So far he wasn’t doing anything we hadn’t done already, but my heart started beating faster in anticipation of what to come. For me, that was always the worst part – the waiting, the wondering of what was coming next.

  “Good.” Paul leaned down and kissed my lips softly. He walked to the foot of the table and tied my legs down so I was spread eagle in front of him..

  Paul took a step back and smiled, his eyes hooded with lust. “Too bad your collar’s at the club. That’d be the only thing that could make you more beautiful right now.” My heart soared at his praise. He’d told me often that one of his favorite things to do was tie me up so I was totally helpless. “I was going to gag you, but I think I want to hear you whimper and moan for me tonight.” Paul ran his finger down my cheek. “Now the real fun can begin. I’ll be right back.”

  Paul left the room and I strained to hear what he was doing, trying to get a clue of where he went. My mind was racing and my nerves were shot. I watched the ceiling fan above me spinning slowly around, trying to calm myself to the soft whir of its motor.

  He soon returned with a small bag. Leaning over me, he pulled out a clothespin. I drew in a sharp breath and small smile broke out across his lips. “Do you remember your safe word, Alex?”

  I nodded. The fact that he reminded me of my safe word had me nervous. Other than the f
irst night we had talked about it, my safe word has never mentioned again. What was he going to do to me?

  “Tell me,” he said sternly.

  “Red,” I managed to utter, my mouth suddenly dry.

  “Yes, now don’t be afraid to use it, but remember, if you do, I’ll stop. So make sure you mean it. There’ll be no going back.” I nodded and Paul proceeded to place the first clothespin on my breast. I gritted my teeth as I felt the sharp pinch on my skin sensitive flesh. Paul bent down and kissed my lips tenderly, his hand caressing my cheek. “Just breathe with the pain, princess. I’m right here; it’ll be ok.”

  I nodded and took a deep shaky breath. He placed more clothespins around my breast. With each pinch, I whimpered a little, my eyes filling with tears, but kept breathing deeply. He finally finished placing them around my breast, finishing with one on my nipple as I cried out softly. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying to focus on his touch rather than pain.

  Paul moved to the other side to do the same to my other breast. Before he started, he ran his hands all over my body, pausing to finger my throbbing clit. The combination of pleasure and pain was like nothing I had ever felt before and I mewled softly as my orgasm built deep inside me. I forgot all about the pain, just feeling the fire in my womb.

  I growled in frustration when he stopped touching my sex, using his hands to place clothespins around my other breast. By the time he was done, I was panting, my body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. God, I hope he’s done with those things. I didn’t think I could take much more.

  He stepped back to look at me. “Fuck, Alex, you look hot. I should take a picture so I can look at you like this whenever I want,” he said darkly, his voice filled with desire.

  The thought of Paul taking a picture of me right now both horrified and turned me on. Before I could even think more about it, he slid his finger in my dripping wet slit. My breasts were throbbing now, and the delicious feel of his finger on my hot pussy was a welcomed distraction. I closed my eyes and moaned his name. He laughed softly as he removed his finger full of my sweet nectar and placed it in mouth. “No coming yet, but you can clean off my finger, princess.”

  I accepted his finger willingly, sucking it into my mouth. The taste of his skin and my juices combined drove me crazy and I sucked harder, flicking my tongue over his finger as if to show him what I would do to his cock if it were in my mouth.

  He withdrew it and a low whimper escaped my lips as Paul came up to kiss me again. I was breathing heavy as he looked down at her breasts full of clothespins. He tweaked one on her nipple with his thumb and finger and I cried out his name. The pain sent a jolt straight through me to my clit and I thought I might explode.

  “Oh I’m not done with you, not even close. Think you can handle more?” I wasn’t sure if I really could, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. I nodded tepidly and he kissed my forehead. “That’s my girl.” My heart skipped a beat at his words.

  He went back to his back and reached inside, pulling out a bottle of lube and a butt plug. We had explored anal play a little bit, but it had been with only a finger or two. The thought of him putting the plug in me had me just a bit apprehensive. Still, I trusted Paul completely and I felt the cold lube on me. He then inserted a finger, then two, stretching my tight hole in preparation..

  “Are you ready, Alex?” He asked, positioning the plug at the entrance of my ass.

  “Yes, Sir,” I replied as I lifted my head to look at him. He never dropped his eyes from mine as he slowly eased it inside me. It burned at first, my safe word on the tip of my tongue. As I relaxed, the feeling of being filled overwhelmed my senses. He pushed it in all the way, standing back up to reach back into his bag, pulling out a huge vibrator. I widened my eyes with surprise and I felt a trickle of my juices slide down my legs. I wanted to beg him to let me cum, to fuck me, but if I did before he was done, Paul wouldn’t give me any relief.

  He slid the large vibe deep inside my pussy. I was so wet he didn’t need any lube. Paul held the remote from the vibrator and turned it on low. I spasmed on the table and he warned me, “Don’t come before I give you the ok.”

  I cried out in frustration. My body was a ball of nerves now. I was bound on the table with the clothespins all over my breasts. I was filled in my ass and my pussy and I felt like I was on fire. I was so close to coming - just on the edge.

  I suddenly felt stronger vibrations between my legs. Paul must’ve turned it up higher. I struggled not to come, my body shaking now as I fought my orgasm, my sweaty hair plastered to my head. I’d enough; I was ready to beg.

  “Please Sir, please may I come?” I was desperate now, my clit throbbing, my body on fire. Paul was standing between my legs at the foot of the table and I watched him turn up the vibrator as high as it would go.

  “Come for me, girl,” he growled at me, his blue eyes locked with mine.

  I stopped fighting my orgasm and screamed as I tumbled over the edge. Paul reached down and pulled the clothespin off of my nipples, and I screamed again as I felt the blood rush back into them. The mixture of pleasure and pain drew out my orgasm and I couldn’t stop moaning his name over and over again.

  He climbed on the table with me, lying next to me and buried his hands in my hair, swallowing my cries with his kiss. The vibrator is still on inside my pulsing sex. “Come for me again, princess,” he muttered against my lips.

  I was trembling beneath him, the tears streaming from the corners of my eyes. “I can’t...I’ll explode.”

  “Girl, your Master wants you to come again.” He commanded.

  He called himself my Master! The thought made my heart swell and I let out a deep, animal-like groan as my second orgasm crashed over me. He held my face in his strong hands as my body trembled, arching off the table as much as my restraints would allow, head thrown back. My juices gushed out of me as my pussy clenched the vibe inside me.

  When I finally came down from my high, Paul turned off the vibrator and gently removed it and the plug from my shaking body. He pulled the other clothespins off of my breasts. My body was shaking now in the aftermath as the tears streamed down my cheeks. I had never experienced such pleasure or anything so intense in my life. My mind was jumbled as I tried to take it all in.

  He untied me, rubbing my wrists and ankles and helped me sit up. “Are you ok?” he asked as he held a glass of water to my lips. “Take a drink.”

  I didn’t trust myself to speak just yet, so I just nodded my head and took a sip. He wrapped me in a blanket and carried me to his bedroom where he held me close, stroking my hair as I drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 8 - Paul

  I watched her sleep in my arms as I held her tight. She looked like an angel with her blond hair around her face, so peaceful. I couldn’t help but reach up to stroke her face, brushing her hair away. What we had just experienced was completely amazing.

  I decided right then and there she was going to be mine. I was going to put my collar around her neck. But I didn’t want her to just wear my collar. I wanted more. I wanted her in every way. I wanted her heart and soul.

  I know I said I’d never collar anyone again, but there was something about Alex that made me want to own her, to protect her and keep her safe, and cherish her. I loved everything about her - her submissive side, her wild side, and her fiercely independent side.

  Would she feel the same?

  I was pretty sure she felt the same thing I did - that this had turned into so much more than two people just have some sexy fun. Maybe if I asked her to date me first, I could convince her we could be so much more.

  I closed my eyes and held her tighter to me as I listened to her even breathing. As I drifted off to sleep, I saw a picture of Alex in my head, my collar around her neck.

  ***

  I woke up a few hours later to an empty bed. At first I thought she was in the bathroom, but a quick walk around the house and I soon realized she had left. All her things were gone. She must have called a cab or cal
l someone for a ride home.

  My shoulders slumped and I rubbed my face with my hands. I scared her. She must’ve felt that things were going further than she wanted, and it spooked her.

  I walked back into the bedroom and undressed. I slipped back into bed, but tossed and turned. Sleep eluded me. I could still smell her on my pillow. In a sudden fit of rage, I got out of bed and tore my sheets off, throwing them in the corner of the bedroom.

  I sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. I was so angry with myself. I swore I was never going to let anyone in again. I wasn’t going to let anyone hurt me. And here I was.

  But I couldn’t help it. Alex was everything I could ever want in a sub - in a woman for that matter - and I’d be a fool to not see that. But she didn’t want me. Not that way. Someone, somewhere in her life hurt her so bad no one could break down those walls.

  I looked at my clock. It was 4:30 in the morning. I threw on shorts and t-shirt, deciding a run might help clear my head. I grabbed the sheets from the floor and started them in the washer, before I grabbed my iPhone and headed out the door.