Taming Naia (8 page)

“Oh, my God! This is amazing.”

He watched her as she took it all in.

“Take off your coat, it’s too hot for that here.”

She looked at him and cast a glance at the beach.

“No one will see you. And while you’re in the house, I’d prefer you naked.”

“Oh? What about you?” she asked, flirting.

He simply smiled and waited with an outstretched hand to take her coat, which she handed over.

“Now, let’s address that punishment you’re owed before we get some sleep. It’s late.”

Her heart pounded hard and fast at his words. Once inside the bedroom, he took her to the bed, laying her on her back as he climbed on top of her, kissing her. The feel of him so close, so heavy, was intoxicating. He was already hard and she wondered what he would do. Would he spank her again? Or just fuck her?

She opened her mouth easily, eagerly, her body softening, forming to his. He trailed his tongue down to her breast and took the very tip between his lips, sucking, drawing the nipple out until she moaned. He then moved to the next one and did the same, nibbling a little with his teeth. He sat up, unbuttoning the top of his shirt and opened the drawer beside the bed, removing a pair of nipple clamps with a thin, silver chain in between, much like the pair he’d sent Naia in his ‘goody box.’

“What are you doing?” she asked when she saw the contraption.

“Clamping your nipples. A part of your punishment.”

Her eyes grew wide and she struggled beneath him.

“I promise you’ll like them,” he said, clamping her right nipple.

She sucked in a sharp breath at the pain when the clamp closed tight.

“Eventually,” he added, grinning. Without giving her a chance to panic, he clamped her left nipple. She gasped at the pressure, squeezing her eyes shut when the pain registered.

“Oh, no,” she said, reaching for the clamps.

“Hands off,” he said, taking her wrists. He held on to them as he watched her first struggle, then slowly surrender to the sensation, the pressure, the pain, the arousal. “Good girl, just give in,” he said as he pushed her knees up. Holding her hands behind her thighs in one of his, he reached back into the drawer. Her eyes, which were closed, flew open when he slid the leather cuff around first one, then the other wrist tightly together, binding her hands just behind her knees. He then stood and looked down at her.

“What are you doing?” she asked when he moved to draw the curtains closed. It was all happening so fast, she couldn’t keep up.

“Delivering your punishment,” he said, returning to her.

Arousal or aggression dilated his pupils and she panicked, trying to right herself. He kept his eyes on hers while he rolled his sleeves up and pushed his hair away from his face. Then, in one swift movement, he flipped her over so that she rested with her knees, shoulders and one side of her face on the bed. Her ass was high to the sky and she could wriggle around as much as she liked, she wouldn’t be changing position until he was good and ready to allow her to. “We’ll start with your tardy arrival at the club tonight,” he said, placing one knee on the bed.

“Wait!”

“That damned leather corset,” he added.

“What?” This wasn’t how she had imagined this evening.

“Your continued inability to address me correctly,” he said, shifting her slightly so he had better access to her lifted backside.

“You jerk!” She struggled to rise, but with his hand on her low back and the way he’d bound her, it was impossible. He didn’t even have to add much pressure.

“And your overall lack of respect. You don’t have to count. I’ll stop when I feel you’ve had enough. What are your safe words, Naia?”

Why was he asking her that? “What?” she asked, confused.

“Safe words, tell them to me. I want to make sure you remember them.”

“Violin. It’s violin to stop and roses if it’s too much.”

“Do you want to use them?”

She met his eyes and only found the question there, no teasing, taunting, just the question. She stopped struggling. “No,” she whispered, somewhat calmer.

It started right away. Placing a hand lightly over her eyes, he began with the first swift spank to her lifted bottom. The sound carried all around her and as she counted in her head as he warmed her up, she struggled against the sharp, quick pain, all the while knowing she was absolutely at his mercy and that this was just the beginning. Her nipples ached from the clamps and the spanking intensified that pain. He remained with one knee on the bed and his hand lightly over her eyes as the punishment grew more severe.

“It hurts,” she whimpered, wiggling this way and that.

“Be still. Submit.”

“I…” Her breathing was fast. “I want to see. Please, just… ow… one minute. One minute.”

But he wouldn’t give it to her. “Breathe, Naia. You’re safe.”

He kept it up, and she was sure he’d gone way past the sixty of her first spanking which, compared to this, felt like love pats. But even though her bottom and nipples were on fire, her pussy throbbed for his touch. Naia squeezed her eyes shut beneath his hand and counted as she breathed, bringing her attention to that ache, that need that was growing as he spanked her. With each stroke of his hand, her breasts rubbed against the bed intensifying the sensation the clamps delivered and, after a few moments of this concentrated attention, she found herself moaning, her struggles having ceased.

“Good, Naia. Keep breathing, give yourself over to it.”

When the first spank landed on her sex, she jerked her head up. “Oh…”

He didn’t speak, but continued to punish her wet pussy, the sound of each slap against the moist flesh combining with the soft, whimpering moans coming from deep inside her.

“Naia.” His voice came out a hoarse whisper.

“Yes, professor.”

He stopped the punishment and caressed the soft, red cheeks. She opened her eyes, now puffy and pink from crying. She knew her own arousal was apparent on her face as she tried to rise, feeling lightheaded and flushed, her hair a dark halo around her face, her swollen lips all pink, inviting, wanting.

“Some women,” he began as he stripped off his shirt, “look most beautiful with tears in their eyes.” He stripped off his pants and underwear. “I think you’re one of them. Submission becomes you.”

Once again she struggled to right herself, knowing it was an impossibility.

“Don’t struggle. I like to see you like this, bound just for me.”

She did as he said, liking his words, the idea that she was in so vulnerable a position only for him. His erection was huge, thick, and hard and he let her visually take him in for a moment before, with his hands at her hips, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. When he touched a hand to her sex, she closed her eyes and buried her face in the comforter.

“Tonight,” he began while he set the thick head of his cock at the entrance of her sex. “I’m going to fuck your pussy.” He pushed slowly in, drawing a long, soft moan from her. “And tomorrow,” his fingertips touched her back hole, “I’m going to fuck your pretty little asshole.” He circled her rear passage and even though he didn’t penetrate, the sensation of being touched in so sensitive a spot set her on the edge of orgasm.

“Oh…”

Taking hold of the chain of the nipple clamps with his free hand, he began fucking her. She whimpered beneath him, not sure what was what: pain, pleasure, agony, release. They all combined into one throbbing orgasm that came on her so fast and hard that she felt like she was drowning in a sea of pure sensation.

After what seemed like an eternity, when she opened her eyes again, she lay on her side on the bed with Liam behind her. He removed the cuffs that held her wrists and turned her on her back, kneeling between her widespread legs.

“Permission, Naia,” he said, his cock still thick, still hard, pushing once again into her pussy.

“I can’t… oh, god, it’s too much,” she whimpered.

“We’ll look up the definition together tomorrow,” he said, gripping both clamps. She closed her eyes, she couldn’t take another orgasm, she just couldn’t. His rhythm changed, his cock swelling inside her at the same moment that he freed her nipples from the clamps, sending blood rushing to them. Impossible though it seemed, she came again, clutching the weight of him as he lay his bulk on top of her, filling her as she came all around his cock.

She was alone in his bed when she opened her eyes the next morning. The patio doors were open and the soft fabric of the curtains billowed from the breeze. The room was bathed in sunlight. She heard him in the shower and had to giggle at the quiet tune he sang.

Naia looked around, smelling the sea air, listening to seagulls. She’d slept through the night, something that happened rarely for her. Remembering the events of the previous night, she flushed red as she pictured how he’d bound and positioned her with her ass in the air. Her bottom felt tender still and her nipples ached. She knew he hadn’t let her off the hook or even let up on her punishment because he wanted her to know just what she’d be getting into with him. This weekend was to give her a glimpse of life with Liam Roark. And it was different from anything she had imagined.

What was the same however was how she felt about him. She was in love with him, that much she knew; had known for some time. But ten years had numbed the pain of the loss of him, or at least, it had hidden it deep enough inside her that it was more of a dull ache than a full-on broken heart. She was enjoying the role-play in the bedroom, but would a time come when she wouldn’t, as he worried? She couldn’t imagine that, it came so naturally for her to be this way with him. But what if in the bedroom wasn’t all he wanted? What if he was right that in three months, or in half a year, she’d want vanilla again? Where would that leave either one of them? It was all just so new.

“Good morning.”

Liam was standing in the frame of the bathroom door and she’d been so lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t even heard the shower go off.

“Good morning,” she said, taking in his long hair dripping over his shoulders, his glistening chest and legs with only a small towel to cover the rest of him.

Shame rushed through her system. What had she let him do last night? She’d allowed herself to be so completely vulnerable, so exposed.

“You snore,” she blurted.

“How would you know? You were out cold,” he said, moving to the dresser and taking out some clothes. “Besides, you’re the one who snores.” He dropped his towel and Naia’s mouth watered at the sight of his big, gorgeous, naked body. Hugely muscled shoulders, back, and arms narrowed to his waist and tight ass, lean thighs, and calves. Naia swallowed when he turned to face her, his silvery-green gaze telling her he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered. She’d never been so aroused just by the sight of a naked man before.

He smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he said, pulling on a pair of loose-fitting, white linen pants. “How do you feel?”

She flushed again and dropped her gaze from his. “A little sore.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and she lifted herself to lean against the headboard.

“I was hard on you last night,” he said.

“I asked for it,” she answered.

“We both asked for it. You need to know what you’d be getting into with me and I need to be sure it’s not just a passing phase for you.”

“What? Are you worried you’re just a notch on my belt?” she teased.

“Hardly. Just be sure, Naia,” he said, his expression as serious as she had ever seen it. He went to the door. “I’m going to run out to get breakfast while you have a shower. We can eat, then go for a swim.”

“I didn’t bring a suit,” she said, pushing all those thoughts away.
Please, God, don’t let this just be a weekend. I won’t be able to stand losing him again.

“I have something in that drawer there that might be your size,” he answered.

“I’m not wearing something from one of your ex-girlfriends,” she said, knowing all along it wouldn’t be. Why was she acting so weird?

“Who said ex?” he grinned.

She only narrowed her eyes at him and climbed out of the bed.

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever brought here, Naia,” he said quietly, all joking aside. He didn’t even give her a chance to react before closing the door behind him.

Was he serious? She opened the drawer he had pointed to. Inside were several pairs of panties in various colors, all her size, a few tank tops, a white cotton sleeping shirt and, of course, the bikini. Or at least the bottom half. Everything still had the original tags from the store on them. So he’d gone shopping for her?

Grabbing the suit and a tank top, she walked to the bathroom to have a shower, a little giddy at the thought that she was the first woman who had ever been here.

* * *

Liam climbed into his car and headed toward the bakery a few blocks away. He had told her the truth, that she was the first woman he had ever brought to the house, but it had felt right to and he didn’t regret it. He cared for her and he wanted this to work. And he knew that she wanted it to work too. But what was that saying? Something about the road to hell being paved with good intentions?

She had reacted as he had hoped she would last night. As soon as he’d asked her safe words, gotten her out of her head, she had calmed, she had submitted. When she had given herself over to him and more than accepted her submission, her orgasm had almost knocked her out. But would it be enough? He didn’t want to lose her a second time, but it was a possibility he couldn’t ignore.

He pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall and walked to the bakery. Ordering several croissants and some rolls, he headed back to the house. It was a hot, sunny day and he had big plans for Naia today.

Once home, he found Naia fumbling with the espresso machine.

“This thing is gorgeous but I can’t figure out how to work it,” she said when he came in.

Liam took in the sight of her in the tiny black bikini bottoms and tank top. Her hair hung in a long, wet mass down her back and it had started to curl a little as it dried. She wore no makeup, just a smudge of lip gloss and she looked amazing. Beautiful, innocent, young. She still had the same look she did back at school, her pretty golden brown eyes teasing, always a hint of sex in them, of lust. She knew how she affected men; of that he was quite sure. But what Liam wanted were those eyes to only ever affect him, to only ever want him.