Naughty Girl

Naughty
Girl

By Scarlett Metal

Copyright © 2013 by Scarlett Metal

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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

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 totally 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.”