Naughty Girl (6 page)

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 first 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.

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 call 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.

“You can’t avoid the club forever,
Alex,” Stephanie said as she stabbed at the salad in front of her. She’d met me
for lunch a couple days after the party. We were supposed to talk wedding
plans, but ended up talking about my night with Paul and what a disaster it
ended up.

“Why not? Can’t you guys find a new
club?” I whined, pushing my chicken around on my plate. I hadn’t had much of an
appetite since the night at Paul’s house. I felt guilty for sneaking out on him
when he’d been sleeping.