Alexandra loved the hot sex she experienced as a submissive in the bedroom, but would never give her heart to any man.
After getting hurt by his sub and wife, Paul swore he would never make that kind of commitment to a woman again.
They meet at the club that Alex frequents and quickly become play partners. The sex is amazing, but despite their reservations, they begin to fall for each other. Will they be willing to admit their feelings for each other?
Contains some BDSM (light) and sexual situations. Intended for audiences 18+.
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 fromcollege. 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 ofbutterflies. 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.” 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.
I love the fact that Alex is a good girl, trying to be bad while Paul is exactly the same. They both have their sexual fetishes that may not be everyone's cup of tea... but underneath that freaky little exterior are really two people who would love nothing more than be in love. They both have to put that coat of armor on and around their hearts to protect themselves from falling in love. Paul has been burned before and Alex witnessed her mother falling and depending on men her entire life. She is bound and determined NOT to do the same. It turns out that Alex's determination is exactly what Paul needs and Paul's protectiveness is what she has yearned to find.
I give Naughty Girl 3.5 stars on the knock my socks off scale. I thought it was a great short story and would love to hear what the future holds for Paul and Alex.
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