Taming Naia (11 page)

As if Liam could read her mind, he stood when Luke called for a break.

“Thank you, Luke. I think you’ll have many wonderful photos for me to choose from.”

“I think so too. But must you go?”

“Yes, I’d better get Naia to bed,” he said.

Luke smiled. “Hmm.” He turned to her and took her hands in his. “I meant what I said, if you’re ever interested in posing…” He kissed her hands and let her go.

“Good night, Luke,” Liam said, turning her to leave.

“Well, what did you think of my brother?” Liam asked as they drove the short distance to his house.

“A little overwhelming to be honest,” she said.

“I’m glad you were able to resist him,” he teased.

“I only have eyes for you, professor,” she returned.

“You’d better.”

They drove the rest of the way in silence. When they got home, Liam walked Naia into the bedroom and immediately pulled her dress over her head.

Naia’s heart beat faster when he sat down on the bed and opened the bedside drawer. “Come here.”

She obeyed.

“How did you like the photo shoot?”

“It made me hot,” she said. It was a simple and honest answer and she felt no need to hide it from him.

“That’s the intention. Have you ever been with another woman?” he asked.

“No!” she answered quickly, embarrassment tinting her face pink.

“Shame for you,” he said. “Maybe we’ll remedy that one day soon.”

She opened her mouth but had nothing to say.

He removed the item he wanted from the drawer and held it up for her to see. “Have you ever played with anal beads?” he asked. What he held was a single row of seven beads, the first very small and the largest about an inch in diameter.

She shook her head. “No. Are they like the plug?”

“Less intense, since they’re smaller, but used a little differently. I think you’ll enjoy them. I’d like to spank you after I’ve placed the beads inside, the sensations will be entirely different. Are you up for it?” he asked.

Her pussy, which had cooled somewhat since they’d left the shoot, once again throbbed and smeared her panties with cream. She nodded.

“Turn around, spread your legs, and bend over.”

She paused for a moment, then did as he said, setting her palms flat on the floor. At least she still wore panties this time.

“Reach back with one hand and pull your panties aside,” he said.

Christ, could he read her mind? She reached back and slid the fine material over, feeling even more exposed than if she were simply naked.

She watched as he opened a tube of lubricant and greased first his fingers, then the row of beads. It was difficult not to gasp when he began rubbing circles around her bottom hole, pressing against the passage.

“I liked fucking your ass very much, Naia. Let me in again and maybe I’ll let you come.”

“Promises, promises,” she said.

His finger was gone and he pinched her cheek hard.

“Ow!” She straightened.

“Respect.” He pushed her back down. “Legs wider or I’ll put a spreader bar between them.”

She didn’t say a word but moved her legs wider. This time he pushed her panties to just beneath her hips.

“You can rub yourself while I do this, it’ll relax you.”

His finger began to circle once again, gaining access easily as she played with her swollen, tender clit. She thought she’d feel more shame doing this in front of him, but it came easily as her pleasure intensified.

“Good girl. You remember that you’re not allowed to come, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

He inserted the first bead.

Naia closed her eyes as the second one entered, then the third, slowly filling her bottom. The beads grew larger in diameter and once he was to the fifth bead, she was panting and on the verge of orgasm. His finger shoved the last ones in deep and she felt herself contracting as he moved in and out of her, playing with the string of the beads, teasing her.

She managed a loud groan and he stopped. He pulled her panties up and slapped her bottom lightly, then told her to straighten up.

“Kneel on the bed with your back to me,” he said, retrieving a length of rope from a drawer in the dresser. “Put your arms behind your back. Close together at the elbows, that’s right,” he said, lifting her hair and setting it over her shoulder so it rested over her breast.

Naia knelt with her hands clasped together and her elbows almost touching as Liam wound the thick cord around her arms, tying some intricate loop as he went back and forth, back and forth all the way to her wrists.

“Now you’re ready,” he said, and she turned to look over her shoulder as he stripped off his shirt and stood just in his jeans. “You look fucking gorgeous. I may have to borrow my brother’s camera next time. Are you ready for your spanking?”

Her pussy throbbed. Yes, she was ready for her spanking. In fact, with the beads inside her and her arms wound up the way they were, thrusting her breasts out, she could think of nothing she’d like better than to be bent over and spanked until she came.

“Yes, professor.”

He helped her rise then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over his knee, laying her torso on the bed so that her ass was lifted just so. The low growl that came from his chest and the hand that patted her bottom told her how she must look to him.

“Try not to struggle,” he said as he swung one leg over the backs of hers. Slowly, he pulled her panties down to mid-thigh. Naia’s sex throbbed as he prepared her. He then delivered the first round. It was just five spanks and not as hard as she’d felt before, but she knew he was just warming her up. “Let’s get started,” he said after that, bringing down the next two that landed flat across each cheek, causing her to cry out. Tears sprung from her eyes from the stinging pain but she kept her hips lifted for more. He brought the next set down in quick succession and although she wanted to obey, she found herself panting and squirming to get away. He held her down easily though with one hand between her shoulder blades, pressing her into the bed.

“Remember, I can give pleasure as well as pain,” he said, caressing her buttocks. “But only if you’re a good girl and don’t struggle.”

“I’m trying, sir,” she said.

“Shall I show you how I’ll pleasure you?”

“Yes, oh yes, sir,” she said. “Please.”

“Just remember, you’ll need my permission to come. If you do it without, I will whip your ass with my belt, am I clear?”

“Yes, sir.” She definitely did not want that.

“All right, be still for the next ten and I’ll turn the pain into pleasure.” His hand came down hard and fast and she stayed as still as she could, gritting her teeth with each of the blows. But when she felt the first tug on the beads inside of her, she went completely still. He was playing, teasing and she moaned as one bead slipped out. He didn’t need to hold her down any longer and put his hand to better use rubbing her clit before continuing with her spanking. After another round of ten, he teased another bead out while massaging her swollen sex.

“Oh, god. Professor, please…”

He stopped playing with her and this time, it was a good twenty hard strokes against her upturned bottom and thighs. She let herself go and cried out, wanting the feel of his palm against her ass, especially when it rubbed against the cord of the beads, causing them to shift inside her. She lifted her bottom higher when he slowed and resumed rubbing her clit.

“You can come, Naia, but tell me when your orgasm is close. I’ll take the beads out at once, it’ll rock your world.”

With that, he fingered her pussy and pinched her clit until she called out, “Now!” She moaned. “Now…”

Everything stopped when he pulled the beads out while working her clit with his other hand. The orgasm she felt was like nothing she’d ever experienced in her life. The sensation of the beads being pulled from her bottom while he rubbed her clit, her ass lifted to his gaze, bound and at his mercy—all of those things sent pleasure coursing through her even as she felt the thick erection of his cock beneath her and knew it was just the beginning.

When the rolling waves of orgasm finally ceased, Liam set her on her knees on the bed, her shoulders resting on the mattress, her ass high in the air. Quickly he undid he pants and slid his cock into the slick crevice of her sex, pounding into her, sending her over the edge again.

It was almost lunchtime when Naia woke on Sunday. She lay caged in Liam’s arms while he still slept. She remained still, studying him. His hair was loose along the pillow and the shadow of stubble on his face had grown somewhat so that it was darker, thicker. He breathed through his mouth, which was slightly open, and she reached up to touch her fingers to his face.

They’d fly back to Denver at four, and after just two more days, she’d head back to Philadelphia for the next three months. The thought of leaving, of being without him, made her heart hurt. Although he hadn’t told her the extent of his feelings for her, she had no doubt of her love for him.

But what exactly did it all mean? Even when she moved to Denver, would they live together or keep going like this? Having dates, weekends? And what would they do in the three months in between? She couldn’t wrap her brain around the thought of being apart for that long.

Liam’s soft green eyes opened and settled on hers.

“Good morning,” he said, but didn’t give her a chance to speak. Instead, his mouth closed over hers in a long kiss.

“Good morning,” she breathed once he released her.

“What were you thinking just now? You were very focused,” he asked.

No time like the present. “I was thinking about us.”

His face grew serious and he lifted himself up on one elbow. “And what were you thinking about us?” he asked, pulling the blanket down to her hips and teasing her nipple.

“Stop, I can’t think at all if you do that,” she panted, her body wanting his touch but her brain needing to figure this out.

“When I’m around you, I can’t help myself,” he said, smiling.

“Professor…”

“Yes, Naia?” he teased.

She would just have to take a chance and say it. “I…” But what if he didn’t feel the same?

He stopped touching her then and sat up. “You what?” he asked.

“This isn’t easy.”

“Because you don’t let it be,” he said. “What are you so afraid of?” he asked.

Rejection. Again.

“What’s so scary?” he kept going, provoking her.

“If you’re going to be like that, then never mind,” she said, scrambling to get off the bed.

He caught her wrist, not hard, but she wasn’t going anywhere. “Sit.”

She did.

“Talk.”

Her gaze met his and they looked at each other for a long time. “Your brother said something last night that’s had me thinking.”

“What did he say?” Liam asked.

“When he was talking about me posing for him, he said something about asking your permission, like you would make that decision for me. It got me thinking.”

He remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I like what we’re doing, how we’re playing, but I don’t think I can do that level of control, not outside of the bedroom
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It’s not who I am and as much as you want me to really see your world, you need to know that I can’t go that far. I don’t want that. Not now and maybe never.”

When he didn’t speak right away, her heart sank. Had she lost him? Was what he wanted so different from what she could give?

“I’m not looking for that, Naia. I never was. I expect submission in the bedroom and whenever we agree to play for whatever length of time we agree on. Together. That may all change over time, we may go longer, we may not, but right now, I’m good with how things are. I’m comfortable with your reactions, I think we fit.”

“I love you.” The words were out before she could stop them, shocking her.

His eyes remained fixed on hers and for a moment, she thought she might have made a mistake, gone too far. Was he just talking sex or was it more for him too? Her throat grew tight and tears threatened.

“Naia,” he began, turning her wrist over, tracing a pattern in her palm. “That took a great deal of courage.”

“But,” she cut him off and dropped her gaze to her lap.

He took her chin into his hands and turned her face up. “Let me finish,” he said, reaching down, closing his mouth over hers for a brief kiss. “Have you doubted for one moment how I feel about you?”

“You’ve never said, not really.”

He made a face, “You are either incredibly unobservant or exceptionally insecure.” He exhaled. “I love you, Naia. I have for a very long time. I don’t know how that fact isn’t absolutely obvious to you.”

She felt giddy, lightheaded. “You do?”

He rolled his eyes and pulled her into his arms. “Yes. I love you. Is that clear enough?”

“Yes.” Her smile was huge but her eyes were still filled with tears: the good kind.

“Or maybe I just have to keep showing you,” he teased, lifting her hair off her shoulder and kissing her neck. He began by trailing kisses down her arm and to her breast. He was gentle at first, but when he moved to take the very tip of her nipple into his mouth, she closed her eyes and arched her back, wanting more.

He moved to the other breast.

“Please…”

“Please what?” he said, drawing her nipple out with his teeth.

She only moaned.

His mouth left a hot trail as he traveled down her belly, pushing the sheet aside. “Spread your legs wide, I’m hungry,” he ordered.

“Yes, professor,” she said, opening her legs farther. She closed her eyes when he sucked her clit into his hot mouth. “Oh, yes…”

He tasted and teased with his tongue until she was hugging him to her, but he didn’t let her come. Instead, he rose to his knees and flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips high. She looked back and watched as he spread her open, taking in the sight of her. He then brought his face down, kissing her bottom, tickling the cleft between until, holding her lifted, his tongue flicked over her back hole.

“Professor!” she tensed.

His answer was to hold both cheeks tightly, spread them wide and lick again before straightening, his eyes dark with desire. “You may be an independent woman, but you belong to me, Naia White. Every inch of you. I’ll have you any way I please any time I please, you understand?”