“Yes, Sir,” she barely managed.
“If you do, you'll be punished, you understand?”
Another loud moan as the tip of his finger penetrated her asshole. “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 she knew she'd come hard and fast.
“You've never 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 anus stretching to accommodate the intrusion.
“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 the sound of his zipper going down, then a condom being unwrapped. She spread her knees wider as, with a finger still inside her asshole, 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 jerked and the sound of their simultaneous orgasms reverberated off the walls of the small jet.
Chapter 7
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'd rather be.
She wore a long but light jacket and although it was so warm, she was grateful he'd allowed her that rather than making her de-plane naked. He now 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 hallway to the great room where a wall of windows faced the ocean. Liam moved to open the glass doors and the curtains blew in the ocean breeze. A simple, white very modern couch, two chairs and an ottoman 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 at the center of the back wall 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.
“Come outside, this is the best view,” 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.
“Oh, wow! This is amazing.”
He watched her as she took it all in.
“Take off the jacket—it's too warm 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 jacket, 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 groaned. 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…” 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, binding her hands just behind her knees. He then stood up 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 onto her stomach 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 wiggle as much as she liked, she wouldn't be changing position until he was good and ready to let her. “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'd 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.
“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 upturned buttocks. She counted in her head as he warmed her up, struggling against the pain, all the while knowing she was absolutely at his mercy and 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 … ah … one minute. One minute.”
But he wouldn't give it to her. “Breathe. You're safe.”
He kept i
t up, she was sure he'd gone way past the thirty of her first spanking which, compared to this, seemed almost gentle. But even though her buttocks 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, pulling 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.”
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.” He unwrapped and sheathed himself with a condom.
She did as he said, liking his words, the idea 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 anus, “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 a 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 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 … it's too much,” she said.
“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 cock jerked inside her at the same moment he freed her nipples from the clamps, sending blood rushing to them. As impossible as it seemed, she came again, clutching the weight of him as he lay his bulk on top of her.
Chapter 8
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 bellowed from the breeze. The room was bathed in sunlight. She heard him in the shower and had to smile at the quiet tune he sang.
Naia looked around, smelling the sea air, listening to sea gulls. She'd slept through the night, something that happened rarely for her. Remembering the events of the pervious evening, she flushed red as she pictured how he'd bound and positioned her with her ass in the air. Her buttocks still felt tender 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 Templar. And it was different than anything she'd 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 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 could she give him more? Or would a time come when she wouldn't want it anymore, as he worried? She couldn't imagine that, it came so naturally for her. But 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 shut off.
“Good morning,” she said, taking in the sight of long hair dripping over his shoulders, his glistening chest and legs with only a towel to cover the rest of him.
Shame rushed through her system. What had she let him do last night?
“You snore,” she blurted. It was a defense mechanism she'd learned long ago—put the focus on someone or something else. She'd allowed herself to be so completely vulnerable, so exposed.
“You were out cold,” he said, moving to the dresser and taking out some clothes. “Besides, you're the one that 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 led to a narrow waist and tight ass, lean thighs and calves. Naia swallowed when he turned to face her, his pale green gaze telling her he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“You're beautiful,” she whispered. She'd never been 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 but in truth, all she could think was Please God, don't let this just be a weekend. I won't be able to stand losing him again.
“Hardly. Just be sure, Naia,” he said, his expression as serious as she'd 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.
“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 although she knew it wouldn't be.
“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 brought here, Naia,” he said quietly, all joking aside. He didn't give her a chance to react before closing the door behind him.
Was he serious? She opened the drawer he'd 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 she was the first woman he'd brought here.
*
Liam climbed into his car and hea
ded toward the bakery a few blocks away. He'd told her she was the first woman to come to the house, but it had felt right and he didn't regret it. He cared for her and wanted this to work. And he knew she wanted it to work too. But what was that saying? Something about the road to hell being paved with good intentions?
She'd reacted as he'd hoped she would last night. As soon as he'd asked her safe words, got her focused, she'd submitted. When she'd accepted his power over her, 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 her 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 and innocent. She still had the same look she did back in high 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 want him.
“Here, set these on a plate and I'll make coffee. What would you like?” he asked, taking a dish out of one of the cupboards and setting it on the counter.
“A double espresso, please.” His arm brushed hers as he moved around her and he didn't miss her quick breath.
“Double espresso it is.”
“I have a question,” she said.
“Yes?” he asked, grinding coffee beans.
“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.
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