Taming Naia (7 page)

“One of my choosing.”

“Obviously.”

“Decision, Naia.”

“I’m not stripping, Liam.”

“Done deal. Now, let’s go over some details.”

“Shoot.”

“First rule, address me as sir or professor and always be respectful or you will be punished.”

“Yes,
sir
.”

“Second rule, when we’re playing, you will only speak when spoken to.”

“Just when we’re playing?”

“I can’t imagine you’d be able to do that for any longer, so yes.”

“You’re funny.” Her tone was flat.

“You understand the rule?”

“It doesn’t take a brain surgeon.”

He was not amused.

“Yes,
sir
. I understand.”

“Third, you will take your pleasure when I give it. You must always wait for permission to come.”

She blushed, but nodded. “Shh! People will hear,” she whispered.

He lifted a brow.

“Fine. Yes, sir. I will ask permission before I… do that.”

“Before you do what?” he pushed.

“Before I come!” Her whisper was angry. “Sir!”

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes, sir.” Now her voice was small.

“I want to add a second one. You should have one for stop and one that signals me that it’s getting to be too much.”

“OK, violin to stop and drums for almost too much.”

“No, too close. Violin to stop, roses for too much. If they’re both musical instruments, you or I will forget what’s what.”

“Good point.”

“I’ll have you back here on Sunday night, but you won’t be allowed a telephone or any contact with anyone but me and anyone of my choosing, you understand?”

She nodded.

He waited.

“Yes, sir.”

“Any limits you have, things you won’t do?”

“Oh, I don’t know… I suppose I don’t want to be caned.” The memory was still too fresh in her mind.

“That’s fine. I hadn’t planned on that. Anything else?”

That was a relief. “I really don’t know, professor.”

“What about sexually? I plan to take you anally and the others we’ve already done.”

She blushed and looked around. He had not just said that out loud, had he?

He smiled. “Naia, you look absolutely innocent. Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed?” She felt herself grow redder. “Or is it that you’ve never had anal sex?”

“Can we stop talking about this, please?” She couldn’t meet his eyes.

“But I like talking about it,” he teased, his smile huge. He was smug, so very pleased with himself.

She narrowed her eyes at him. He was tormenting her, his look told it all. “Please, keep your voice down.”

He laughed. “You surprise me, Naia. Finish your drink and we’ll go.”

She gulped down the last sip, anxious to get out of the club now. “Where are we going? You’re not taking me to some dungeon, are you?” She was joking but realized as she said it that it may not be that far off.

“No, no dungeons for you, not on this trip at least. Where we’re going is a surprise,” he said, standing. He held out a hand to help her. He stopped to speak with Oliver for a moment before they stepped out of the club and into his waiting car.

* * *

They drove in silence until they reached the small, private airfield that housed the jet he’d booked.

“We’re flying?” she asked as he ushered her out of the car and walked her toward the waiting plane. Two men greeted them and Liam spoke briefly with the one as the other led Naia inside, settling her in a seat. A few moments later, Liam was inside the cabin where she sat waiting.

“Thank you, Roger,” Liam said to the co-pilot. “We’re ready to go whenever you are.”

“We’ll take off right away, Mr. Roark. “

The cabin of the luxury jet contained several plush leather seats, a stocked bar, a television, and a bathroom. Liam sat down next to Naia.

“Where are we going?” she asked as he reached over and tightened her seatbelt.

“To my home in Florida.”

“Florida?”

“Yes, Miami. I hope that’s all right.”

“It’s fine, more than fine. I think.”

The plane began its race down the runway and within moments, they were in the air. When the captain spoke to let them know they could move about the cabin, Liam unbuckled first his, then Naia’s seatbelt.

“Vodka tonic?” he asked as he moved to the bar.

“Yes, please,” she answered. “Is this your jet?”

“No, I rent it when I need it but it doesn’t make sense for me to keep one.”

“Oh.” She took the drink he handed her as he took a seat across from hers. “Do you always fly like this?”

“Not always. This was convenient for tonight.”

“How often do you get to Florida?”

“I try to go every few months but with the club, that’s not always possible.”

“What about Oliver? You seem to trust him, can’t he handle it for you?”

“He’s capable, I just like to be there myself.”

“What’s the matter, professor? Trust issues?” she teased.

He raised his eyebrows but smiled. “I suppose so.”

“Why did you open a BDSM club anyway?”

“Get to the point, why don’t you?” he said.

She smiled but waited.

“I’d always been attracted to the lifestyle but most of the clubs I went to left me feeling,” he considered, “dirty.”

She remained silent, wanting to understand.

“This isn’t just sex for me, it never has been. I enjoy the relationship I can have with a submissive woman. I don’t want someone to role-play with for one night. I want a woman who chooses to live like this. Who can handle this, can handle me.” He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words settle.

“Do you mean going to clubs left you
feeling
dirty?” she asked a moment later.

“This lifestyle is not considered normal or healthy by a lot of people who know nothing about it. There’s enough condemnation out there for us and I wanted to create a place where people could feel safe. Where no one would judge what I consider a thing you’re born with, something that is hardwired inside you. Is it inside you, Naia?”

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” he asked, smiling.

“Turn the tables so I’m the one left answering questions?”

He laughed out loud at that one and stood to take a bottle of water from the small refrigerator. He took a sip then twisted the lid to close the bottle. “Naia, Naia, Naia.” He came to her, set his bottle down, and reached to lift her to her feet. “Woman,” he whispered close to her ear, “you are something else entirely.” He didn’t kiss her but resumed his seat so she was standing before him. “But I do need you to learn to obey me.”

His playful mood was gone, his tone serious now. Naia straightened, was it time for her punishment?

“Take off your clothes.”

“Now?”

“I’m a fairly flexible man, Naia. I told you very clearly not to wear that corset, didn’t I?”

“But I told you…”

“Didn’t I?” He cut her off. Although his tone hadn’t changed, there was still an air of authority to his words and she was able only to answer.

“Yes, sir.”

“I don’t have a lot of rules and don’t make too many requests, but when I ask you to do or, in this case,
not
do something, I’d like you to do as I say. Do you need a refresher?”

“No, professor.”

“Good. Then strip.”

“What about the crew?”

He closed his eyes as if his patience were being tried. “I’m keeping track, just so you know,” was all he said as he sat back and waited.

There was more warning in that statement than Naia needed and she knew she’d be paying later. For now, she reached back to undo the corset and slowly slid it and her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. His gaze swept her body, her small but full breasts were bare, the nipples already hard and her panties were a fine, silvery silk that barely offered any cover at all. She stood as she was, waiting until his eyes returned to her face. He held her gaze as she reached her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slipped them to the floor. Only when she’d stepped out of the pile and kicked it away did she return her eyes to his. Her face flushed pink as he took in her newly waxed pussy. It grew wet and warm while she stood naked for him to study her.

“Take your legs wider.”

“Yes, professor,” she said, spreading her legs, even more aware of the slickness between them.

He remained intent on her pussy for a long time, or for what seemed like a long time to Naia. Her body grew hotter under his scrutiny before he finally stood and stepped close enough that her nipples just touched the fine cotton of his shirt. Her lips parted and she looked up at him, anticipating what was to come.

But she realized her ordeal had just begun when he moved behind her. She remained still when she felt his hand cup one buttock, caressing the underside where her thigh met her ass, and moved slowly inward toward that softest part of her body. She gasped as he teased her, then came his next command.

“Bend over,” he said, and she heard the chair across from the one he’d just been sitting in creak. “Hands around your ankles.”

No! He was at eye level with her ass and he expected her to bend over?

She turned to look over her shoulder at him but reconsidered. That could only bring more humiliation.

“Naia?”

She didn’t make a sound.

“Bend over and hold on to your ankles.”

She could really use some turbulence right now! Then she’d at least be able to postpone this humiliation. But no such luck!

Her knees began to tremble as sweat pooled under her arms. Her hands were clammy and goose bumps raised the hairs all over her body. So why was her pussy reacting like it was? Betraying her? Her thighs were slick with her juices, she knew that much. Closing her eyes, she began her slow descent down, down, down, until her hands wrapped around her ankles. He didn’t say a word and she refused to open her eyes. She heard him swallow, probably sipping his water and, after what seemed like an eternity, he stood. He rested his hand on the small of her back, holding her in position.

“You have a gorgeous ass, Naia,” he said, fingers now caressing her bottom, lifting her cheeks, spreading them. “Did it hurt, the waxing?”

“What do you think?” she asked.

She was rewarded with a quick, sharp smack to her hip.

“I will enjoy punishing you later.” His fingers found the slickness on her thighs, then moved up to the source. “You’re soaking, again. You like showing yourself to me, don’t you? It brings you pleasure.” As he spoke, two fingers penetrated and, once slathered with her juices, one traced its way up the cleft toward her bottom hole. It settled there, softly circling the tight passage while his other fingers worked her pussy and then moved to find her clit.

As much as she tried not to make any sound, the moan that escaped Naia’s lips came more from her chest than her mouth.

“Remember, you’re not allowed to orgasm without permission. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she squeaked.

“If you do, you’ll be punished, do you understand?”

A loud moan as the tip of his finger penetrated her back hole. “Yes… pro… fessor.”

“Do you want to come with my fingers inside your pussy, your ass?”

“Yes. Yes, please
.
Sir.” Naia let go of her ankles and reached out to hold onto the seat in front of her as he began working his fingers. The sensation of both holes being stimulated simultaneously was so arousing that she knew she’d come hard and fast.

“You never answered me earlier. Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Naia?”

“No.”

“We’ll remedy that this weekend, what do you think? Would you like my cock inside your ass? Do you think you can take it?”

His fingers worked faster now, her bottom hole stretching to accommodate the intrusion.

“Oh… Liam, sir, please.”

“Permission. Ask for permission.”

“Please, may I come? I need to come. Please!” She hoped they couldn’t hear her in the cockpit as her legs gave way and they both sank to their knees. She heard his zipper go down and she spread her knees wider as, with a finger still inside her back hole, he thrust into her soaking sex.

“Permission. Please!” she begged while he fucked her, knowing she couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Come, Naia. Come on my cock,” he said as his cock throbbed and the sound of their simultaneous orgasms reverberated off the walls of the small jet.

They pulled up in front of Liam’s Miami home half an hour after landing. Naia stepped out into the dark night to the sound of ocean waves breaking on the beach, and warm, salty air filling her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, taking it all in. This was paradise to her. At this very moment, there was no place she would rather be.

She wore a long but light jacket and although it was so warm, she was grateful he had allowed her that rather than making her deplane naked. He unlocked the door and led the way inside.

“It’s not big, but it’s my slice of paradise,” he said, turning on a light.

Naia turned circles, taking it all in. “It’s perfect,” she said, walking from the entryway to the great room. All the walls were windows on one side, all facing the ocean. Liam moved to open the glass doors and the curtains blew in the ocean breeze. The sound of gentle waves breaking along the beach was heaven. A simple, white, very modern couch and two chairs made up the living room, the dining area which was just off to the side contained a square wooden table and four chairs. At the back was the kitchen, all modern and stainless steel.

“The bedroom is this way,” he said, walking down the hall toward the master suite. He opened the door and set her bag on the floor by the king-size bed that was the focal point of the room. It sat in the middle of the room with four posts adorning the corners and white linen sheets creating a canopy all around it. Everything in the house was either white or beige. The master bath contained a huge tub and separate shower, a separate room for the toilet and two sinks.

“Come outside, this is the best part,” Liam said, opening the glass doors that overlooked the now deserted beach. The patio itself was large and set with a table and two chairs. Stairs led to a Jacuzzi then continued to the beach itself.