Naughty Girl (2 page)

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.

“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.

“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.

***

After barely any sleep the night
before and a long day hanging around my condo, I was more than ready to get to
the club to see Paul. I took extra care with my
appearance .
I left my long curls down around my face hoping that would entice him to bury
his hands in my long hair.

Paul told me to wear a dress, so I
pulled out my favorite red sundress. It fit all my curves just right and showed
just the right amount of cleavage. I didn’t dress like a lot of the other subs
in the club. I had a look I liked to call “classically sexy”, not the “fuck-me,
I’m desperate” barely-there outfits so many of the subs would wear. I completed
the look with my white high heels.

Why was I so worried about what Paul
thought? Why was his approval so important to me? I never cared before what a
Dom I'd just met thought about what I wore or how I looked. This was all new to
me and I wasn’t sure if I liked it.

I was a ball of nerves by the time I
arrived at the club and in my excitement to see Paul, I was a little early. The
club was still fairly empty, so I went to the bar to have a drink.

The bartender John smiled at me. “Hey
Alex, looking good tonight.”

“Thanks, John. Could I please get
some water?” I perched myself on one of the high stools, setting my purse on
the bar.

“Sure thing, babe.” He turned around
and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He opened it for me and set it
in front of me with sexy grin. “If you aren’t busy later, wanna play when I’m
done?”

John and I had played a few times in
the past. He was younger than me by ten years and still in college. Every once
in a while I would let him “practice” on me. Playing with someone so young
definitely had an advantage; John could usually go all night. We always had a
good time, but it wasn’t going to happen tonight.

I laughed softly, “Not tonight,
sexy, sorry.” I glanced around the bar anxiously, looking around for Paul.

“Meeting Steph tonight?” He asked as
stacked glasses behind the bar.

I felt my face get warm with
embarrassment. Was it that obvious that I was looking for someone? “Not
tonight. I'm meeting Paul.”

“Lucky bastard,” John muttered.

I was surprised by his comment. “It’s
not like that, John. We’re just going to talk.” But I was hoping for so much
more. I reached into my purse to take out my phone.

“Mmhmm
..
.Right...Meeting
a hot guy dressed like that and you’re just going to ‘talk’,” he replied,
nodding at me. “If things don’t go well and you need to work off some steam
later, you know where to find me.” He winked and walked down to the other end
of the bar to wait on new customers that had arrived.

With a wry smile, I looked down at
my phone, deciding to check my email while I waited. I needed a distraction. I
was about to lose my mind. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so nervous.

“Don’t you look sexy tonight?”

Desire pooled between my thighs as I
heard Paul’s deep voice in my ear. I turned off my phone and spun around in my
seat. My breath caught in my throat when I saw him. He was dressed in leather
pants and a tight black t-shirt, defining every muscle in his gorgeous body. I
found myself thinking about tracing every line with my tongue.

“Thanks,” I finally managed to
reply. When I was in his presence, I seemed to lose all train of thought.

“Would you like to go over to a
booth so we can
talk ?
” He motioned for John to come
over and ordered a drink.

I nodded. Even ordering a drink he
was sexy, so commanding.

“Good,” I felt his gaze slide over
me, from my wild curls down to my heels.
His eyes slayed me.
They were so intense; I wanted to get lost in them.

John brought Paul his drink and we
headed to the booth in the far corner. I slid into the seat first, with Paul
close behind. He sat close to me and I could smell him; a combination of
laundry detergent and soap, clean and simple. He snaked his muscular arm around
the back of the booth, and I could feel his warm skin on my bare shoulders.

“I’m glad you agreed to meet with me
tonight,” he said as he leaned in close so I could hear him above the music. “Max
told me a lot about you, and I’m interested in learning even more, Alex.”

My stomach dropped a little,
wondering what Max had said about me. That I had made my way through most of
the Doms in the club?
God, I hoped not
.
“Just what did Max tell you about me?” My hand nervously played with my
earring.