The Naughty List
TW: BDSM.
CADE
That little sly fox still thinks I don’t know what she’s doing. She’s convinced she can pull this shit off without me noticing her intentions, but the moment she stepped into my club, I saw through her.
I built ‘Sinner’s Gate’ while I had nothing to my name.
When I met the first BDSM lovers in my community, I knew I had to do something to create a safe space for everyone, including myself.
I poured blood, sweat and tears into this, the club is my baby and I’ll be damned if I’ll allow a closeted brat to take it from me.
Speaking of brats, my favorite one just entered the club. Tessa looks fucking delicious. To all her annoying traits, the woman is unmistakably tempting. And the way she looks in latex.. Fuck me.
As always, her eyes scan the crowd, looking for me while I stand near the bar, half-hidden in the shadows, waiting for the moment her eyes will find me.
Call me a sadist, which I definitely won’t deny being, but this is the moment of the day I enjoy the most. She always arrives like clockwork, precisely at 7:30 PM, and her routine is the same every evening—she stands near the entrance, looking like the most sinful offering, her eyes seeking me out, and then, the games begin.
And just like every evening for the last twelve nights, once her gaze focuses on me, her face lights up and she makes a beeline towards me.
I cross my arms and lean against the bar, the corner of my mouth twitches, but I don’t let the smile show.
Once she stands in front of me, Tessa looks up, licks her lips and speaks, “Good evening, Master.”
Fuck, if only she wouldn’t be a goddamn snake hiding behind those innocent eyes, I’d gladly collar her and keep her as mine forever.
But, alas, she’s the snake and everything worse than that, so all I could do was enjoy myself while playing with her before I discard her. I’ve allowed her to believe she has the upper hand and she’s the wolf, hiding between naive sheep, but no more. Enough is enough, tonight, her charade ends.
“Good evening, little one,” I finally answer and push off the bar, taking one step closer so I invade her personal space. “Tell me,” I say and lean closer to whisper in her ear, “have you been a good girl for me today?”
“No, Master,” Tessa breathes out. Her whole body shudders and goosebumps cover her skin.
While I hate to admit this, I really do enjoy this game too much—punishing and rewarding her has been nothing short of exciting. And the way her ass takes spanking, damn it, I really wouldn’t mind locking her up just to ensure I’m the only man who can enjoy this goddess.
Focus, Cade. Get the right head in the game, damn it. She’s here to ruin you, not to become your perfect toy. Tessa is playing a game to get what she wants, and when she does—you can kiss your club goodbye. She’ll ruin everything you love.
“Is that so?” I hum near her ear and lick my lips, deliberately ensuring my tongue runs over the burning skin before I add, “Tell me, do you have a punishment in mind, little one?”
“A paddle, Master,” Tessa blurts out and presses a hand against my chest.
Quickly, I grab her wrist, yank her hand away from my chest and growl, “Did I say you can touch me, brat?”
Tessa pales and quickly shakes her head.
“Use your words, brat,” I snarl at her and tighten my hold around her wrist.
“No, you didn’t, Master,” she answers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
I don’t allow her to finish the statement and instead, turn and drag her away from the bar area, still holding her wrist. I guide her through the crowd, purposely walking past the very things I’ve noticed she enjoyed the most—cages, spanking benches, and of course, her favorite kneeling post.
Oh, the things I’d do just to see her on that kneeling post one more time…
No, I can’t focus on that. This woman is the only thing that stands between the existence of my club and its possible downfall, I can’t look at her as anything else than a problem.
By the time we reach the door of my private room and I’m already unlocking it, I’ve gone through more emotions than I have in my entire lifetime. The pull between what must be done and what I want is insane.
Tessa Thompson is a fucking man’s kryptonite and she knows it.
As soon as I open the door, I don’t lead her in—I shove her. Tessa stumbles and lands on all fours on the floor, exactly where she belongs. I smirk and follow after her.
I don’t bother turning on the light and leave the room pitch black as I close the door. For a good moment, I don’t make a sound, just stand by the door and listen.
Tessa is scared of the dark. She would never admit it since she’s too much of a brat for that, but don’t think I haven’t noticed anything about her weaknesses.
Just like predicted, barely a minute in, her breathing becomes faster and louder. I hear her shuffle around and once I deem she’s gotten too close to me, I growl, “Stay.”
For someone as stubborn and fake as Tessa, she’s fucking amazing at following commands when she wants to.
“Tell me,” I start, keeping my voice low and calm. “What made you think I’m stupid?”
I hear her sharp intake of breath, followed by her hands tapping the carpeted floor, almost like she’s looking for a way to escape the situation she created herself.
“No way out now, is there?” I ask, and chuckle. “The only way you can leave the room is using the door and you can bet your pretty little ass I’m blocking the exit until I get some answers.”
“I—” Tessa chokes out and cuts herself off to swallow loudly. “I don’t think you’re stupid, Master.” She lies, voice weak and laced with fear.
I snort out a laugh and shake my head, not caring that she can’t see my reaction.
“You’re such a shitty liar. Don’t think I didn’t see through you the moment you entered my domain, you little snake.
You think you fit in just because you wore latex and learned how to bat your eyelashes as doms the right way?
Please, don’t fool yourself. I know who you are, Tessa Thompson, and I know exactly what you came here for. ”
“What? How—” she chokes out and I hear the exact moment her confusion turns into anger. “You asshole! All this time, you knew, and you still let me pretend? How fucking sick are you? You humiliated me, you played with me for twelve evenings in a row and never bothered to tell me you knew?”
Oh. Fuck. Me.
How is the angry, feisty Tessa hotter than the submissive, whimpering Tessa?
I’m so done, shit. All she’s doing is tempting me to break her even more—to create a special kind of mold for the type of brat she is and keep her chained in forever.
Taking a deep breath, I remind myself that she’s the enemy in disguise, not the perfect little toy I want her to be. Slowly, I step closer and start walking around her. Tessa’s breathing becomes more erratic with every minute that passes in the darkness.
Unlike her, I know every hidden corner of this room, I don’t need light to know where I can step or can’t, which is something I plan to take advantage of.
I stop rounding her right when I stand behind her. Then, I lean down and reach out, slipping my hand around her throat and pulling her back into a kneeling position. My grip on her throat isn’t tight enough to cut off the airflow or hurt her, but it’s enough to show her who’s in control here.
“Ready to confess, little one?” I whisper, putting extra emphasis on the pet name I know Tessa loves the most.
She swallows, well aware that I can feel her throat work, but she doesn’t speak, so I add a little more pressure and lean so close, my lips brush her ear when I speak again. “Good girls get rewarded, little one, bad girls get punished. Tell me, which one are you?”
I wait for her to speak again, and for a good while, I’m sure she won’t answer. But, to my absolute surprise, she does. The only problem is that when she answers my question, she does it so quietly that I can’t understand what she’s saying.
A smirk spreads across my lips as I tighten my hold around her throat again, fully aware that I’m making her uncomfortable. “Repeat that for me, hmm? Louder, little one, speak with your chest.”
“I’m a good girl, Master,” Tessa answers and I can’t help but grin as the words echo against the walls. Maybe she’s not a lost cause and I can train her after all.
“That’s better,” I mutter and lick the sensitive skin behind her ear before I nip at her earlobe. “What my pretty little flower wants as a reward, hmm?”
A loud whimper escapes her, but she doesn’t answer, so I release her, letting her fall back on all fours and take a step back.
“No answer means no rewards.” I remind her as I cross my arms across my chest and start circling her again.
“I guess you had your fun here. When you publish that article to expose my immoral and illegal activities, make sure you emphasize just how big of an asshole Cade Hart is. And if you ever think of coming back... don’t. We don’t like traitors and fakes here.”
With that being said, I’ve done my part and instead of waiting for an explanation or begging, I turn my back to Tessa and walk to the door.
As I reach for the handle, Tessa catches me off guard with a panicked, “Wait!”
She’s still hidden by the darkness of the room, but I still look over my shoulder as if I can see her.
“Please,” she chokes out and I hate how much it stings to hear her cry. “Please don’t leave me. Don’t kick me out, Master. I beg you, please don’t make me leave.”
Shit, talk about a plot twist. Having Tessa beg me definitely wasn’t on my bingo card for this year.
I drop my hand from the handle and slowly turn around. “And why shouldn’t I?”
“I can be good,” she promises through her sobs. “I can be so good, I swear I can.”
While I can hear the sincerity in her words, I don’t trust her. At least, not until she proves to me that I can.
Taking a step closer to her, I clear my throat. “Prove it,” I try to force my voice to sound soft, but instead, it sounds gruff and laced with doubt.
As soon as the simple words leave me, Tessa scrambles to her feet, still sobbing and the next moment, her body slams against mine.
Her trembling hands grab at my clothes frantically as she speaks so fast, I barely understand what she says.
“I’ll delete it. Everything. I’ll do it with you watching.
I’ll hand my devices over to anyone you tell me to—they can prove I didn’t send anything, I didn’t show anything to anyone.
I’ll let them delete it and never look back.
Please, don’t give up on me. I swear I’ll prove I can be good. I swear.”
Against my better judgment, I wrap my arms around her and pull her flush against my chest. “Shh, little one, don’t cry,” I whisper into her hair and tighten my hold around her.
I don’t pay attention to time that passes while she cries, I just hold her until her sobs quiet and turn into quiet hiccups. Once I’m sure she’s better, I begrudgingly pull one arm away from her and reach out to flick on the light.
Then, I wait another moment until her eyes adjust to the light, place my fingertips under her chin and force her to look at me. Her cheeks are stained with mascara and she looks completely wrecked. As much as I adore the look on her face—I prefer it after a session, not a breakdown.
“Tell me you mean it,” I whisper and exhale shakily. “Look into my eyes and tell me you meant every word.”
Tessa meets my gaze with determination I’ve never seen before and speaks clearly, despite the tremor of her voice. “Every. Single. Word.”
I swallow, hard, and nod. Slowly, I release her and nod at the bed in the center of the room. “Sit down.”
She gives me a questioning look, but listens and walks to the bed. The moment she sits down, I turn to walk to the dresser where I keep the toys and mumble, “Now close your eyes.”
From the corner of my eye, I see her nod and do as I tell. She just sits there, cheeks stained with tears and mascara, her hands folded in her lap despite the slight tremor. Right at this moment, she looks like the good girl she swore she can be.
I smile against myself, fully aware that I might be fucking myself royally, but after her breakdown, I can’t find it in myself to care.
Deep down, I always knew this moment might happen, so I’ve been prepared since day seven.
As I stop in front of the dresser, I open the top drawer and take the velvet box. I close the drawer and place the box on top of the dresser, then reach into my pocket for the key and unlock the box.
A smile tugs at my lips as I open the box and run my fingertips over the engraving ‘Naughty 13’. Thirteen—the exact number of days she lasted before she started begging to be kept.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see that Tessa is still sitting on the bed. Her eyes are closed, she’s not even trying to disobey me, and right at this moment, I know I’m making the right choice.
I grab the collar, savoring the weight of it in my hand, and approach Tessa. “Don’t open your eyes until I tell you to,” I whisper and place it around her neck, sliding one finger under the strap to check if it’s not too tight.
Once I’m happy with how it fits, I gently take her hand in mine and whisper, “Come. Don’t look yet, trust me.”
Tessa nods and stands up, letting me guide her in the room. I lead her to the mirror and stop in front of it, her back to the mirror for now. “Open your eyes,” I command softly, and she does.
I can’t help but smile as she looks up at me and frowns. Before she can question me, I slowly turn her around to face the mirror and the gasp that leaves her truly sounds like music to my ears.
Her eyes fill with tears as I lean in to press a gentle kiss to her neck, right above the collar, and whisper, “Mine.”