“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.
Chapter Eight
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.
“Here, set these on a plate and I’ll make the coffee. What would you like?” he asked, taking a dish out of one of the cupboards and setting it on the counter.
“A cappuccino, please, if you have milk.”
His arm brushed hers as he moved around her and he didn’t miss her quick breath.
“Cappuccino it is. I had the kitchen stocked once I decided to bring you here.”
“I have a question,” she began.
“Yes?” he asked, taking the milk out of the refrigerator and pouring.
“What we did last night, is that how you’ll always punish me?” she asked, focusing her attention on arranging the croissants and rolls.
“No, there will be different things I’ll do.”
“Like what, exactly?” she asked, picking up two smaller plates as he finished making their coffees.
“Let’s go out on the patio,” he said.
“Are you going to use the belt you packed in my goody bag?”
“I’d like to,” he grinned and she blanched. “When you’re ready. You might even enjoy some part of it.”
“Easy for you to say when you’re the one wielding the belt and I’m the one at the receiving end,” she said, following him out to the patio.
Once they were settled at the table,
she continued. “What about the other things you sent?”
“Why don’t you start with telling me which ones you’ve tried out?”
She took a sip of coffee, averting her gaze.
“Naia.”
“Just the vibrator,” she answered, watching as people slowly began to arrive at the beach. They were some distance away so although she could see them, they couldn’t hear the conversation on the patio.
“Just that?”
“I don’t know about the other things.”
“Well, I promise to give you a thorough education beginning after our swim.”
He could almost see her brain working, but she didn’t ask any more questions about the goodies.
“Where’s the other half of this suit, by the way?” she asked, taking a big bite of a croissant.
“There isn’t another half.”
“Oh.”
* * *
After breakfast they grabbed towels and went for a swim. Swimming topless wasn’t a big deal for her, not really. A lot of women wore just bottoms to the beach here, most much skimpier than hers. As much as she tried to relax and enjoy the swim though, the thought of her upcoming ‘thorough education’ made that difficult.
After a while on the beach, they returned to the house.
“Come into the living room after your shower,” Liam said. The look in his eyes told her to be wary.
She walked to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes, running a cool shower. Swimming was nice but between the heat and the salty sea water, she needed the cold. She took her time, nervous about what he had planned, knowing he had given it some thought. She wasn’t sure if she liked not knowing; well, that wasn’t exactly true. She liked what they were doing, liked it very much in fact. Last night’s orgasms were some of the best she’d ever had and she’d always been drawn to powerful men. Men like him. She had never played around with anything kinky before, but if she gave it some thought, all her past relationships contained some element of a power exchange, even if it was in the most basic form a vanilla pairing would allow. She shook her head and turned the shower off. She was anxious but also a little curious about what he would to do to her. Although she was not looking forward to the belt, some part of her had begun to anticipate what leather against the tender flesh of her bottom would feel like.
Dressed only in a pair of panties and another tank top, she went to the living room.
“Can I please have some clothes?” she asked when she found him sitting on the sofa reading the paper.
He looked up at her. “No. And you can take off the ones you’re wearing,” he said, folding the paper on the seat next to him. Her eyes settled on the items next to the newspaper: a dictionary, a tube of lubricant, and the butt plug.
“What’s that for?”
“You.”
“Liam…”
“Professor or sir, your choice. But those are your only options. I told you I’d like you naked while you’re here and inside the house. Strip.”
Her eyes darted from his to the items then back again and she reached for the hem of her tank top. Once she’d stripped, she stood barefoot in front of him and waited.
“Kneel.”
She slid onto her knees wondering if her body was pre-programmed to react like it did to his commands.
He picked up the dictionary. “Permission, let’s see. Ah, here it is, the simplest definition: to give consent. Did I give my consent for you to have not one but two orgasms last night, Naia?”
“No, professor,” she answered, bowing her head just a little.
He picked up the plug.
“Professor…”
“Yes, Naia?”
Her eyes were glued to the two-inch phallus.
“What are you going to do?”
“Ever curious. I myself love surprises, don’t you?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
She met his stern gaze. “No, sir.”
“What I’m going to do now is for your own good. I told you I’d like to fuck your ass. It will go easier for you if I stretch you a little first.”
Her mouth fell open and alarm widened her eyes. “Stretch me?”
“Turn around and put your hands on the floor.”
“Can I do it myself at least? Please, professor?” It would at least be less humiliating.
He surprised her when he considered her request. “I’d hate for you to hurt yourself.”
“How would I hurt myself?” Really, how hard could it be?
“All right, you can do it yourself if you like.”
She exhaled, taking the phallus from his outstretched hand and rising.
“I’m sorry, did you hear me tell you to get up?”
She sank back down to her knees. “No, sir.” He wasn’t going to make her do it in front of him, was he?
“Make sure to lubricate first and go slow,” he said. “You’ve got ten minutes. Go.”
She stumbled to her feet and rushed to the bedroom. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she looked at the plug.
Lubricate it, he’d said.
Closing her eyes, she knelt on the floor and opened the tube. She smeared some of the stuff onto the plug and squeezed more onto her fingers. Reaching back, she rubbed the stuff around her back hole, finding she didn’t dislike the sensation. When she was ready, she leaned forward and balanced herself on one hand as, with the other, she brought the tip of the plug to her back hole. She rubbed circles around it first, her clit swelling and her pussy growing damp while she worked the plug. After a few moments, she pressed slowly until the tip penetrated the tight ring. She pulled it out and repeated the motion, doing it several times until the passage gave way more easily and she slid it in to the hilt. She then sat back, her eyes wide. After a moment and on unsteady legs, she stood, the feel of an object lodged inside her bottom strangely arousing as she walked slowly to the bathroom and washed her hands. She then made her way back into the living room.
“How did it go?” he asked, setting his paper down. Had he been reading the entire time?
“OK.” Having the plug inside her somehow shifted her perception of their current situation. As he looked up at her, his eyes not unkind, she thought she understood something about the relationship between a dom and his sub. “Sir,” she said, kneeling at his side, sitting back on her heels.
* * *
Liam watched her do this. Something had shifted between them. Putting his hand on her head, he caressed the length of her hair, setting it off her shoulder to reveal her breasts.
“When you kneel for me, keep your knees wide and your hands on your thighs, palms turned up.”
Without a word, she moved to position herself as he said.
Liam picked up his paper and turned to the next page.
Chapter Nine
Naia remained seated, her knees spread wide, hands on her thighs. She was very aware of the plug and each tiny shift of her body sent delicious waves straight to her clit. She’d give anything to just touch herself, even if only for a second. Tension was building and the fact that he sat reading was driving her crazy.
Time dragged by and although it seemed like hours, only forty-five minutes had passed when his cell phone rang. He stood to retrieve it from the counter.
“I have to take this,” he said to her as he walked toward the bedroom. “Remain as you are.” He disappeared into the bedroom. “Hello, Jake,” he said as he closed the door.
Naia fidgeted, wanting desperately to close her knees for one instant, just to take the edge off. She imagined what it would be like to have his cock inside her ass as she tightened her muscles around the plug. It was impossible not to think about sex, no, not just sex but fucking, a good hard fucking with Liam pounding into her from behind. This was too much, did he really expect her to sit here in this state and do nothing?
The bedroom door opened a few minutes later and Liam came into the living room loo
king a little irritated. He put his phone down on the counter and turned to her.
“How is it going, Naia?” he asked, his face relaxing as he approached her. “Are you understanding a little bit what permission means? You haven’t closed your legs, have you?”
“No, I haven’t closed my legs but not because I don’t want to. Sir.”
His face broke into a little grin. “What’s the matter?” He crouched down in front of her and two fingers slid along her damp sex. “Things a little… uncomfortable?”
She narrowed her eyes at him and made a face that made him laugh.
“It’s not funny, professor,” she said when he stood.
“Show me your hands,” he said.
She held them out, glad she hadn’t touched herself.
“Good girl,” he said when he saw they were dry. “Stand up.”
He pulled a small leather ottoman over and set it just in front of the couch. “Sit on the edge of the ottoman,” he said, “and spread your legs wide. Just as I punish bad behavior, I reward good.”
She sat and with the pressure on the plug, it was less comfortable than when she had knelt but also more arousing. She spread her legs, watching his eyes on her sex as her pussy lips opened, revealing everything to him. After adjusting her legs just a little, Liam sat back.
“Touch yourself, Naia.”
She stared at him and froze. “What?” Was he serious? “I…” she began. “I don’t think I can do that with you watching.”
“This first time, I’ll help you,” he said, rising. “Don’t move.” He went into the bedroom, returning with the pink vibrator he’d given her, the one she’d already tried out. “Show me how you make yourself come,” he said, switching it on and holding it out to her.
“Please, professor, I don’t want to.”
“I’ll start.” He knelt between her legs. “Lick,” he said, holding the vibrator to her lips.
She did as he said, taking it into her mouth once, twice, before he pulled it out and told her to lean back on her elbows.
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