Naughty Girl (10 page)

We walked down the hall together,
arms around each other’s waists. When we got to the kitchen, she gasped at the
site of Will tied up on one of her kitchen chairs. I rubbed her back softly,
“Shhh…
It
’s ok. He can’t hurt us now.”

She nodded, but held me tighter
until the police finally came. We gave them our statements and they hauled Will
away. I walked the police to the door and went to watch my face before I came
back to Alex. She was sitting with her legs crossed on the couch. I sat down
next to her with a sigh, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her
against me.

“Do you want to stay here or go to
my place?” I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her head.

She looked around her condo
nervously. “Can we go to your place?” She whispered.

I nodded, “Absolutely, princess. You
go pack a bag and then we’ll go.”

She got up slowly and I could see
she was still shaking slightly. I couldn’t wait to get her back to my place. I
was going to hold her all night. This time she wasn’t going to get away from
me.

“I’m ready,” she said in a quiet
voice, carrying a small suitcase. I got up off the couch immediately and went
to her, taking it from her.

I took her hand and started to lead
her to the door when she stopped. “What’s the matter, Alex?” I turned around
and I felt like a knife went through my heart; her shoulders were shaking with
her sobs, the tears streaming down her face. I dropped her suitcase and pulled
her into my arms, my hand cupping her face. “Oh princess, it’s ok. You’re
safe.”

She hiccupped and buried her face in
my chest, unable to speak.

I stroked her hair. “That’s it, let
it all out. It’s ok. He can’t hurt you now.” I kissed the top of her head. “I
won’t let anything bad happen to you ever.”

She finally pulled back, looking up
at me with a tear-stained face. “I’m so sorry for that night, for leaving you. I
just got scared -”

I held up a hand to stop her. “It’s
ok, Alex. I know. I understand. It doesn’t matter now.”

She shook her head. “Please let me
finish. It does matter. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left.” She sniffled. “But I
was falling in love with you, and it freaked the hell out of me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh softly at
her confession. Leaning in, I kissed her lips softly as I wiped the tears away.
“I was falling in love with you too. I knew the moment I saw you at the
engagement party. It freaked me out too, but felt also felt so damn right.”

She squeezed me tight. “I love you,
Paul.”

Those words made my heart soar. My
hands moved down to cup her ass, squeezing the firm globes against me. “And I
love you, Alex.” It felt good to finally say it to her.

She looked up at me, that naughty
twinkle back in her eye. “Now take me back to your place, Sir, and fuck me
silly.”

My cock hardened instantly at her
suggestion. I let her go, leaning down to grab her suitcase. “With pleasure,
princess. Let’s go.”

We headed out of her condo to my
car. I had to stop from speeding to get back to my house. I was dying to get
her naked and in my bed. I had a feeling that this new admission of our
feelings for each other was only going to make our sex hotter.

I spent the next week at Paul’s
house. He went back to my condo to get my laptop and more clothes. I worked
from his place and he took the week off from the club. We basically stayed
locked up in his house, avoiding the world.

Most of the days were spent in his
bed, making love and napping and it was wonderful. Giving my heart and soul to
Paul was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life.

I woke on Saturday morning to an
empty bed. Most of the night before had been spent tied to the bed and spanked
until my ass was raw. As I shifted in bed, I realized that it was still a
little sensitive this morning.

He’d left me a note on the pillow
next to me: “Running some errands and getting coffee. Be back soon. Love you. P
- xoxo”

I couldn’t help but smile. I got up
and went into the bathroom, taking a shower alone for the first time all week. When
I got, I heard Paul moving around in the kitchen. I slipped on some shorts and
one of his t-shirts and headed down the hall to see what he was up to. I was
dying for the coffee he had promised to bring home.

He was sitting at the counter when I
walked in. He pulled me to him immediately, kissing my neck. “Mmm
..
.You smell so good. And look so fucking hot in my
t-shirt.”

“Thanks, now where is the coffee you
went for?” I looked around the kitchen, spotting the cup on the counter. “Ah,
there it is!” I escaped his embrace, going straight for the coffee.

“Choosing coffee over me, huh?” he
laughed, turning back the newspaper he’d been reading.

I took a sip and sighed in
satisfaction. “In the morning, yes.” I winked at him, coming back to sit next
to him.

“Where else did you go?” I grabbed a
section of the paper. I could get used to this domestic life with him. It
didn’t seem so bad.

He looked at me out of the corner of
his eye, a sly smile on his face. What had he been up to?

He pulled something out of his
pocket and turned to face me. He took the coffee from my hands, setting it
down, and took both of my hands in his. “Alex, I love you. You’re strong and
beautiful and sexy and smart and I want to be with you always. You consume me,
consume my thoughts and I want you to be mine.” His eyes filled with tears and
he took a deep breath. “Now I know that this is a big deal and something you
said you would never do.”

I could feel my heart pounding
harder in my chest. We hadn’t talked about him collaring me, but I knew that
logically, it was the next step in our relationship.

“I was thinking,” he said, playing
with whatever it was he was holding. “Maybe we could do this collar thing on a
trial basis. We can see how it goes and if either of us is uncomfortable or
don’t like where things are headed, we can re-evaluate.”

I
nodded thoughtfully. “I like it. We can give it six weeks and see how it goes.”

“I think that’s a great idea. I’m so
glad you agree. Because I was out buying this.” He opened his hand, showing me
what he’d been holding. I couldn’t help but gasp. It was a beautiful silver
collar with chain links and a heart padlock in the center. It was the most
exquisite thing I’d ever seen.

“Alex, my princess, would you do me
the honor of wearing my collar?” He asked, eyes hopeful.

I touched his face, choking back
tears. All I could do was nod my agreement. He grinned and fastened the collar
around my neck. “Look, I have the key.” He pulled at the collar of his t-shirt,
showing me the key on a chain around his neck. “You wear that, and I wear
this.”

I threw my arms around his neck. “I
love it, Paul!”

That day, Paul placed a collar
around my neck and my heart. I couldn’t imagine belonging to anyone else.

THE END

Acknowledgements

Thank
you to my friends and family for all of your love and support.

Thank
you to Heather
Heinzer
for being an awesome critique
partner.
 
Wisconsin girls rule!
 
Soon we will take over the world.

Thank
you to all of my beta readers for your honest feedback and helping me to polish
this little story.

Finally,
thank you for reading this book.
 
Alex and Paul have a special place in my heart and I love sharing them
with you.

Scarlett