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  Mine

  Naughty Girl Two

  Sammi Starlight

  Copyright © 2018 by Laura Pink

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  Contents

  1. Paul

  2. Alexandra

  3. Paul

  4. Alexandra

  5. Paul

  6. Alexandra

  7. Paul

  8. Alexandra

  9. Paul

  10. Alexandra

  11. Paul

  12. Alexandra

  13. Paul

  14. Alexandra

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also by Sammi Starlight

  1

  Paul

  “Are you ready yet?” I called to Alexandra from the living room, checking my watch. The Heaven and Hell party at my club Backstage started in forty-five minutes and I wanted to get there early. I was part owner of the club and it wouldn’t look too good if I were late. We had to make sure everything was set up; this party was Alexandra’s baby and I was going to do everything I could to make sure it went smoothly.

  “I’ll be there in a sec. These wings are a bitch to get on,” she grumbled from our bedroom. I smiled at the frustration in her voice. It was ironic she was dressing up as an angel for this party; she was anything but angelic, but that was part of the reason I loved her.

  I’d met Alexandra when I came to the area to get away from my life in New York. I hadn’t wanted to get attached to anyone again, but there was something about this girl that touched my very soul. I wanted her the minute I laid eyes on her. She fought me a bit, not wanting to be tied down herself, but she eventually opened her heart to me and allowed me to place a collar around her neck. We’d been happy every since.

  We’d gotten a house together recently and I loved living with her. I was tempted to see if she was willing to take things to the next level - marriage. I had a feeling that might spook her, but I’d been thinking of mentioning it to test the waters.

  I clicked the TV off and ran my fingers through my hair. This woman could take being fashionably late to a whole new level. “Alex,” I said sternly. “We have to go. This whole party was your idea and if we’re late, it won’t look good at all.” Thankfully as a guy, I just had to put on some black dress pants and a black button down shirt. I had debated as to whether or not I’d wear my suit jacket too, but it was too warm. The whole outfit took me ten minutes to put on; I’d been ready almost an hour ago.

  “I’m ready,” she said from behind me, her voice soft.

  “It’s about fucking time,” I muttered, grabbing my keys and turning to her. I stopped in my tracks, forgetting even my own name. “Holy shit, Alex,” I gasped as I was greeted by the sight of the sexiest angel I’d ever seen. I was suddenly grateful she’d chosen this theme for the party.

  My gaze moved over her, my cock instantly hardening in my pants. Fuck, she looked hot. She was wearing a black corset covered in lace that pushed her breasts up and together, barely covering her nipples. If she danced tonight, they would probably fall out. Then there was her black leather skirt - I wasn’t so sure I wanted her to leave the house with a skirt so short. If she bent over, everyone would be able to see her ass. I hoped she was wearing something underneath it. She had on her thigh-high, black vinyl boots and a vision of those legs wrapped around my waist later came to mind.

  Her dirty blonde hair was piled high on top of her head in some sort of messy bun so one could easily see the silver collar I’d given her, signifying she was mine. She’d trusted me with her neck after turning away other Doms; seeing that around her neck always made my heart skip a beat.

  The final and sexiest part of her outfit was the black angel wings that attached to the back of her corset. I had no idea what they were made out of and I didn’t want to ask what she’d paid for them, but seeing my girl with them took my breath away. I discovered at that moment I had a fetish for angels. Who would’ve thought wings could be so fucking hot?

  “Well, how do I look?” she asked, twirling around in front of me, her hands on her hips.

  I walked up to her and placed her hand on the front of my dress pants so she could feel what that little outfit did to me. “Totally fuckable, Mine,” I replied with a wicked grin.

  “Good,” she laughed. “Totally what I was going for.” She winked up at me.

  I shook my head; she was so sassy, but that was one of her many charms. “Naughty Girl,” I mumbled, reaching out to encircle her waist and pulled her tight against me. I pressed my hips hard into hers. “I should spank you for being such a tease.”

  She smiled softly and reached up to touch my face with her well-manicured hand. “Maybe you should later,” she whispered, licking her pouty lips, covered in bright red lipstick.

  I leaned forward and captured her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged gently. She closed her eyes and whimpered. I released it and ran my tongue over it, sliding my hands down to grip her ass in my hand. I loved her ass - I loved to grab it and spank it and fuck it. Tonight I planned to do all three.

  She touched her forehead to mine. “I thought we had to go.”

  “Fuck,” I whispered breathlessly. “We do.” I pulled away but not before smacking her ass lightly, giving her a preview of what would come later. I was going to bend her sexy ass over my knee and spank her until she came. When I alternated between fingering her and spanking her, she would usually come hard all over my lap.

  I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I had a raging hard-on and it was taking all that was in me to not bend Alex over the counter and fuck her until she screamed. I took her hand, leading her out to the car. “Let’s go before I rip that corset from your body and have my way with you.”

  We drove in silence to the club, her hand in mine on the seat between us. I ran my thumb over her knuckles, stealing glances at her whenever I had a chance. I couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked tonight. She always looked great, but tonight she definitely was my sexy dark angel and I wasn’t sure if she was going to take me to heaven or hell. Shit, she’d probably take me to both before the night was through. I was having second thoughts about going to this party; it would be so easy and so much more fun to turn the car around and tie her to bed. I would tease her all night, until she begged me to stop; then I would start all over again.

  “Did you even hear me?” she asked, interrupting my thoughts.

  I blinked, trying to get the picture of her bound, naked body out of my head. “No, sorry,” I smiled sheepishly at her. “I was busy thinking about you tied to our bed and me doing all sorts of naughty things to you.”

  She rolled her eyes at me and laughed. “Don’t you think about that 99.9% of the time?”

  I shrugged my shoulders, not trying to deny it; she knew me so well. “When you dress like that I can’t help but have dirty thoughts about you.” I said defensively.

  “Right,” she mumbled. “Anyway, I asked you if Max was back from California.”

  My best friend and co-owner of the club, Max, had been in California for a few weeks. He hadn’t told me what he was doing there other than to say he had ‘family business’, whatever that meant.

  “No,” I replied, shaking my head. “I have no idea when he’s going to be back either. He said he’d try to be back tonight, but couldn’t promise anything. He’s been really vague on the phone when I ask him and he won’t give me a hint to why he’s there.” I gave her a quick look. “Honestly, I’m a worried about him. I have a feeling this has to do with
his late wife, but he won’t even let me mention her name.”

  Max had been married his college sweetheart and she was the love of his life. She’d died in a horrible accident a few years ago. I wasn’t sure what had happened exactly and Max was always really vague when he talked about it. He hadn’t been the same since she’d died; he hadn’t even been with another woman since her. He maybe had a fling or two, but nothing serious. It was sad really.

  Alex shook her head, the big silver hoops in her earlobes jingling. “Poor guy.” She reached over and patted my hand. “Good thing you have me to help you run the club while he’s gone.”

  “Yes dear, good thing,” I chuckled, only half kidding. Shortly after Alex and I had gotten together, she quit her job at the PR firm she worked at and came to work for Max and me at the club. She practically ran things, taking care of the staff and publicity - everything. She did a kick ass job and I couldn’t be more proud of her.

  I glanced to the back seat where her angel wings were. There was no way she could sit in the car with them on, so she’d removed them and tossed them back there. “I love the idea you came up with for tonight,” I smiled at her. “I had no idea wings could be so fucking sexy.”

  She arched an eyebrow at me, giving me her signature naughty grin. “I have lots of things up my sleeve for tonight. This is just the beginning. Just you wait and see.”

  “I bet and I can’t wait,” I said as we pulled in the parking lot of the club. Alex got out of the car and grabbed her wings from the backseat. “Help me put them on?” she asked softly.

  I nodded and walked over to her, attaching her wings to the back of her corset. I let my hand linger longer than necessary on her shoulder, not wanting to stop touching her. I leaned into her and kissed her neck softly. “You look beautiful tonight, Mine,” I whispered.

  “Thank you, Master,” she replied quietly as I touched my collar around her neck. It wasn’t often she called me that, but every time she did, my heart swelled in my chest. Alex was mine.

  After my ex-wife and the last woman I collared fucked me over so bad, I never thought I’d fall in love again. I definitely never thought I would collar anyone ever again. I met Alex and it felt right I make her mine in every way. It was just natural to place my collar around her neck.

  “All of the other Doms are going to be so fucking jealous tonight,” I boasted as I grabbed her hand and started walking into the club. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to show you off.”

  2

  Alexandra

  “Holy shit, girl, you look fucking amazing!”

  I grinned at the sound of my best friend Stephanie behind me as I stood at the bar going over my list of stuff for the party. Putting down my pen, I turned around and struck a pose with my hands on my hips. “You think so?”

  Stephanie nodded, her long red curls bouncing vigorously. “Um, yeah.” She glanced around the club. “What did Paul say? Did he even let you out of the house without attacking you?” I fought back a laugh; Steph knew Paul pretty well. I had confided in her more than once about our crazy sex life and she had him pegged pretty well.

  I laughed and shook my head. “I almost didn’t but then I reminded him we couldn’t be late to my party at his club. He reluctantly agreed and I managed to make it out of the house without being mauled.”

  Stephanie giggled. “I’m surprised. You look fucking hot.”

  I dismissed her comment with a wave of my hand. “Whatever. You look pretty sexy yourself.” Stephanie was dressed like a devil tonight, wearing a sexy black dress that barely covered her full figure, complete with devil horns on top of her head. “I bet Zach loves it.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t get out of the house without getting mauled,” she winked at me. Stephanie and Zach had just gotten married six months earlier and couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. They were too cute and almost made me want to get married someday - almost.

  Stephanie glanced around the club. “You did a great job decorating, Alex.”

  “Thanks. I was here all day getting stuff ready. The staff hates me,” I teased. “I worked their asses off. Then I had zero time to get ready and Paul was on my ass to leave.”

  “Well, I would say it’s worth it,” she said, motioning around her.

  I looked around and I had to admit I’d outdone myself. I’d basically split the club into two sides - one side was dark and full of candles to look like the flames of hell. I’d had a couple cages put up and girls were dancing in them. Some of them were dressed like demons and a few had on outfits similar to mine. The other side of the club had a softer feel with dim lighting and girls dressed as pure white angels dancing around. Nine Inch Nails was blaring in the background.

  I had the staff dressed up in the theme of the night. About half of them were angels and the other half was demons. Regardless, everyone looked amazing and I was seriously impressed with how they’d gone all out for this.

  I watched the steady stream of people come in. The line must have been backed up all the way outside and we were going to have to start turning people away soon. The club’s regulars were already present and we had visitors from some of the other local BDSM clubs. I wiped my hands on my short leather skirt nervously. This better go off without a hitch. I didn’t want Paul embarrassed by my party if it failed.

  A pair of strong hands circling my waist startled me. “Hi there, Mine,” Paul whispered in my ear, his lips on my sensitive flesh.

  I touched his hands with mine and smiled before turning around in his arms. “Hey you,” I replied, snaking my arms around his neck.

  “Hey Steph,” he said, turning and noticing her standing next to me. His gaze moved up and down her white, lace-covered frame. “Lookin’ hot. Zach’s going to have to beat the other Doms away tonight, I think.”

  She laughed and rolled her eyes. “I don’t know about that.” She motioned to Alex. “I think you will be the one beating them off with a stick tonight. Your girl is looking pretty fucking hot.”

  He pulled me to him possessively. For someone that once hated the idea of being ‘owned’ by anyone, I loved it when Paul got all caveman on me. His eyes got dark and the look on his face was sexy as fuck. “I’ll kick anyone’s ass that touches her,” he growled, grabbing my ass in his hand. He was such an ass man.

  I kissed his cheek. “Oh Master, you know I’m yours,” I murmured against him.

  “Damn right you are,” he muttered, reaching up to finger the collar he’d placed around my neck. “This,” he hooked his finger under it and tugged on it lightly. “Should deter them away.”

  I brought a hand up to touch his cheek. “You have nothing to worry about. I think everyone here is afraid of you. A lot of Doms won’t even look at me, much less talk to me, knowing I’m your sub.”

  He shrugged and smirked. “That’s fine with me.”

  I laughed and looked around; the club was getting pretty full. “I think you better go attend to your guests, especially the owners from other clubs. Have to play the good host, you know,” I reminded him.

  “Join me, Mine,” he said, kissing my cheek as he put an arm around my waist and pulled me close to his side. “This is just as much your party as it is mine. You’re the hostess.”

  I looked over to Stephanie with a smile and an apologetic shrug. “Duty calls. Talk later?” I asked, grabbing my drink and taking a sip.

  She nodded. “For sure. Have fun!”

  I turned back to Paul. “All yours now.”

  He growled again and smacked my ass. “You’re always all mine.” He leaned down bit my neck, making me gasp. “Maybe we should do a scene tonight,” he muttered hoarsely against my flesh. “It’s been awhile.”

  “Maybe,” I reply breathlessly, unable to concentrate with his lips on my skin.

  “No.” He nipped the sensitive flesh again. “I don’t want to share you in any way. I want to be the only one that sees how submissive you are for me. We’ll play later at home; I have plans for that ass. For now though, you
’re right, we have guests, so let’s go. There’s a few people here I want you to meet.”

  Paul and I spent the next hour greeting the guests that had come to our Heaven and Hell party. Some of the Doms were club owners from a few hours away. Paul wasn’t too thrilled Max wasn’t there to make a good first impression among the Doms, so I tried to be the perfect hostess to help make up for it.

  During a break from mingling, I noticed Stephanie and Zach out dancing. We were sitting at the bar, having a drink, and I was ready to have a little fun myself. I loved to dance and my favorite song by Disturbed was on.

  “Let’s go dance,” I exclaimed as I jumped up from my barstool.

  He looked at me wearily; dancing was not his favorite thing to do. I usually had to beg and plead to get him to dance with me.

  “Please,” I pleaded, pressing my breasts into his arm and giving him my saddest look.

  He glanced down at my cleavage and groaned, taking a sip of his drink. He had trouble denying me anything when I gave him that look. “Ok, but just a few songs,” he agreed reluctantly. “Then we need to make the rounds again. I’m sure we missed people.”

  I nodded and took his hand, almost dragging him out to the dance floor by Steph and Zach. Despite the fact he doesn’t like to dance, he was actually a pretty good at it. As we dirty danced for a few songs, I was tempted to ask him to take me back to one of the play rooms in the club; the way he moved his body was giving me the urge to get naked and have him do bad things to me. We didn’t use the play rooms that often anymore, but once in awhile it was fun to go back to where it all started between us.