Naughty Girl (7 page)

“I still don’t understand why you
got so freaked out. It sounds like you had an amazing night.”

I sighed. “We did. It was a totally
amazing night. It was like no night I’ve ever had with anyone.”

Stephanie shook her head. “Then what
the hell is the problem?”

“It was going too far,” I said
softly, knowing that Stephanie would tell me I was crazy.

She put her fork down and looked at
me sternly. “Alexandra, I love you, but you’re an idiot. You are too beautiful
and wonderful to be alone and it sounds like Paul really likes you. Why can’t
you just open your heart and give him a chance?”

My eyes filled with tears. “I want
to, Steph, I really do. But I’m scared. I’m scared to depend on him. I’m scared
that I’ll live in his shadow. I’ve worked too hard for what I have to give it
all up for some guy.”

“You know, you aren’t your mother,”
she replied quietly.

My dad had died when I was three,
leaving my mom alone to take care of me. She didn’t handle being alone so well,
bringing man after man into my life. I hated how dependent she was to have
someone take care of her and I swore I would never be that way.

“I know. I just can’t help but
remember how she would panic when some guy would leave her. She wouldn’t leave
her room for days. I never wanted to be like that.” I always said I would
rather die than let any many have that affect on me.

Stephanie crossed her arms and
narrowed her chocolate brown eyes at me across the table. “Is that what you
think is happening with me and Zach? That I am giving myself up just to be with
him?”

“What?” I asked, taken aback.

“Zach and I have a Dom/sub
relationship and now we are getting married. Am I weak? Have I lost myself?”
She threw back her hair, her auburn ponytail bouncing.

She had a point. “No,” I muttered.

She didn’t say anything, just looked
at me accusingly.

“Ok, ok, you have a point.” I
slumped in my seat.

“Mmhmm
..
.I
didn’t push you before because I never thought you found anyone that was worthy
of you, Alex. But Paul is different. I saw the way he looked at you at our
party, the way he watched you when you weren’t looking. He’s totally smitten
with you.”

“Really?” I perked up.

“Yes, really! He couldn’t take his
eyes off you all night. And it wasn’t in a
creepy,
stalker way like Will would do with you. There was nothing but love and desire
in his eyes for you. Being collared by someone that feels like that about you
is wonderful. There’s nothing like it. You feel loved, cherished and protected.
I think you’d experience all that with Paul, more even.”

“But I left him the other night. He’s
probably furious.” Why had I done that? My eyes filled with tears as I thought
about the way Paul looked, sleeping so soundly in his bed as I dressed and
snuck out of his house.

“Has he tried to contact you at
all?” She reached across the table to touch my hand in comfort.

I shook my head, “No. Nothing.” If
he
did
feel the way Steph said he
did, why hadn’t he tried to call me?

“Well, in his defense, he probably
thought he totally scared you off and didn’t want to make it worse. I mean
,
you’re the one that left without a word. Did you ever tell
him these fears you have about being in a relationship?”

“We never really talked about it. I
guess I should’ve. Things just kinda moved there before I had a chance.”

“Yes, you should’ve. Now are you
going to come to the club tonight with us or not?”

“Ok, ok. Twist my arm. I should probably
talk to Paul anyway, if for no other reason than to apologize.” Hopefully he
would talk to me.

“Right. Something tells me he’ll
forgive you. Zach saw him at the club the other night and said he was walking
around like his puppy died, just sulking in the corner with his drink.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. The
thought of Paul moping around like a lovesick teenager cracked me up. “Let’s
hope so.”

It was a busy Friday night at the
club and Stephanie and I had just gotten off the dance floor, breathless from
dancing. I hadn’t seen Paul yet, and I was trying not to seem too eager to see
him, but I couldn’t wait to talk to him.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom. Can
you please get me beer?” I brushed my hair out of my eyes.

“Will do.” Stephanie replied before
she turned to take off for the bar where Zach sat waiting for us.

I twirled around to head to the
bathroom and hit a brick wall – or at least it felt like a brick wall.

“What the hell? Watch where you are
going,” I muttered.

“Sorry, Alex.”

I froze in my tracks. I knew that
voice anywhere. I’d heard it whispering dirty things in my ear and moaning in
pleasure when he was inside me.
Paul!
Finally I ran into him - literally.

“Um, sorry, I didn’t mean to be so
rude,” I fumbled over my words, not quite sure what to say. Zach was right
about how he looked. He had dark circles under his eyes and he hadn’t shaved
for a few days. I was surprised he came to the club looking like this. “I was
just on my way to the bathroom.”

“It’s ok, princess.” My knees
weakened as I heard his term of endearment for me. “I should’ve been paying
more attention. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I noticed the look of concern on his
face and my heart melted. How could I have left him that night?

No, but I want you to.
I glanced over him. Despite the
tired look on his face, he still looked good. Tonight he had on black jeans
that hugged his muscular thighs. One of his signature black t-shirts completed
the look.
 
I wanted to wrap my body
around him and lick from his neck up to his ear.

“No, I‘m fine. Just on my way to the
restroom.” I didn’t want to leave him, but my bladder was about to burst.

He let out a deep throaty laugh. “I’d
better let you go then. Can we please talk when you’re done?”

My stomach did a flip-flop. I was glad
he wanted to talk to me too. I tilted my head and smiled at him softly, “Yes, I
think we need to talk. I’ll come find you when I’m done.”

I watched him walk away; heading
over to the table Max was sitting. God, he was a beautiful man. I was a fool to
think I didn’t want him - or need him.

When I was finished in the restroom,
I headed back to the bar looking for Paul. He wasn’t sitting with Max, and as I
looked around the room, he was nowhere in sight.

I then heard a voice that made the
hair on my neck stand on end. Will.
What
the fuck was he doing back in town?
My heart sank when I saw him standing
at the bar, talking to another Dom. Stephanie and Zach were nowhere to be seen.
No Paul either.

I started to turn around to go hide
in the bathroom when he saw me. “Hey Alex, babe!” He quickly walked over to me.

I faked a smile and returned his hug
half-heartedly. “Hey Will, what are you doing in town?”

Will grinned and slid an arm around
my waist. I looked around nervously; hoping to god Paul didn’t see us. “I am
back in town for a bit. I was going to call you, but decided to surprise you.” He
leaned down and nuzzled my ear as he gripped me tighter. “I missed my girl.”

I'm
not
your girl. Never was, never
will be.
I needed to figure out how to get away from him without causing a
scene. Will wasn't known for his cool temperament and I had a feeling we'd all
get to see that if I wasn't careful.

I felt the bile rise in my throat,
slipping from the tight hold he had on me. “How’s work? How’s California? Do
you need a drink?” I didn’t want Paul to get the wrong idea about Will and me
before I had a chance to talk to him and make things right from the other
night. I’d never get a chance with him then.

Will grabbed me by the hips and
pulled me flush against him. He pressed his forehead against mine. “I just want
you, Alex. I missed your sexy ass so much. Let’s get a room. All I could think
about the whole time I’ve been gone was you tied up naked and doing nasty,
dirty things to you.”

My eyes flashed nervously around the
room. I needed to find Stephanie. She'd help get me out of this situation. My
heart dropped when my eyes met Paul’s icy blue stare. I wondered how long he
had been watching.

I pushed myself away from Will. “No,
Will. You realize we were done before you left for California, right?”

“What the fuck, Alex? We were far
from done when I left. I’ve been gone for months and this is how you greet me? I
don’t think so!” He grabbed my wrist and yanked me over to him. I fell against
him, my palms against his chest as I lost my balance.

I pushed off of him and put my hands
on my hips. “What the hell was that, Will?”

His face was red now and I instantly
regretted pushing away from him. I’d seen that look before and it meant things
were going to get ugly. That had always been our attraction; we fought like
cats and dogs, but had the most amazing, passionate sex. It was like nothing
I’d ever experienced before

He fisted his hand in my hair,
pulling it tight, causing me to gasp. He leaned in and pressed his lips against
my ear. “That’s no way to treat your Dom, Alex. You know I have to punish you
now, right?” He chuckled and bit my lip. “And I’m so going to enjoy it.”

I shivered and closed my eyes. I’d
been on the receiving end of Will’s punishment a few times and let’s just say
that I lost count of how many orgasms I’d after seven. Not this time though. I
wasn’t going to fall into old habits with Will. I wanted Paul. I belonged to
him.

“Will,” I said quietly. “There’s
someone else.”

His grip tightened in my hair and I
had to fight back a moan from the pain. “Always the little slut, huh, Alex? As
soon as I’m gone, you find some other asshole to fuck. Well, babe, I am back
and you’re mine.”

I bit my lip and tried to push away
from Will again. “We ended even before you left. His hand went tighter around
my wrist, almost breaking it and this time I couldn’t stop from crying out.
 
A Dom sitting at the bar stood up, coming
to my defense. “Will, man, stop it. You’re going to hurt her.”

Will waved him away with his hand. “Whatever…She’s
just playing games.” He looked at me, his dark brown eyes dark with something
darker than lust – something I’d never seen in his eyes before. “She
likes to fight me sometimes, pretend she doesn’t like it. Don’t you, slut?” I
tried to lift my other hand to slap him and he caught my wrist, holding it so
tight my eyes filled with tears. He yanked harder on my hair and I whimpered.

“Is there a problem here?” I glanced
over, my eyes widening when I saw Paul standing there, arms crossed, looking
down at Will.

“Butt out, man. Just a little
discipline problem here with my sub.” He turned back to me and narrowed his
eyes. “Right, Alex?”

“Will, I.am.not.your.sub.” I spat
out at him.

“That’s not what you said when I had
you tied to my bed before I left a few months ago, Alex. You were begging for
more…telling me that you were mine to use and abuse.”

I licked my lips nervously as Paul
looked at me questioningly. “Will, you know that was just in the heat of the
moment. We’ve both said a lot of things. Let me go! I told you long ago we were
done!”

Paul moved closer to Will. “I think
you better let her go. And for your information, she’s now
my sub
.”

A gasp escaped my lips and I almost
wept with relief at what Paul said. He did still want me! Or was he just saying
that so
Will
would leave me alone? Either way, Will
wasn’t going to like that at all though. He’d fought me for so long to become
my Dom. To find out I now belonged to someone else was going to set him off.