Naia and the Professor

by Natasha Knight

  “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. “After your reaction last night, I think you would enjoy 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 to the patio.

  Once they were settled on 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 eyes.

  “Naia.”

  “Just the vibrator,” she said, 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 stripped off her clothes and ran 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'd 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'd 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 her. Although she was not looking forward to the belt, some part of her had begun to anticipate what leather against soft flesh felt like.

  Dressed only in a pair of panties and another tank top, she went to the living room.

  “Can I please have my 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 was naked, 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 was 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.

  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'm going to take you anally later. It will go easier 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 ground.”

  “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 work it in slowly,” 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.

  Taking a deep breath, 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 cream around her anus, 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 asshole. 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 orifice. 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 anus 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?

  “Okay.” 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 and resting her head on his thigh.

  *

  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 9

  Naia remained seated, her knees spread wide, hands on her thighs, palms turned up. 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 drove 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 Daniel,” he said, closing the door.

  Naia fidgeted, wanting desperately to close her knees for one instant, just 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 looking 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'd knelt but also more arousing. She opened her legs, watching his eyes on her sex as her pussy lips parted, revealing everything to him.

  Adjusting her legs just a little, he sat back. “Touch yourself, Naia.”

  She stared at him and froze. 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, I don't want to.”

  “I'll start.” He knelt between her legs. “Lick.” He held 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.

  Bringing the tip of the toy to her clit, he began to play with her, sliding it between her lips, moistening it in her juices then pressing it inside her. He played there for a few moments, then picked up her right foot and placed it on his left shoulder. “Lay back,” he said, still rubbing the toy over her tender, swollen pussy. He took her other foot and put it on his right shoulder as she reclined. “Give me your hand,” he said and she didn’t hesitate to take the vibrator and continue to rub it over herself. “Good girl, show me how you come, Naia.”

  She moaned as she stroked herself with the vibrator, sending it in and out of her pussy, in and out, then up to her clit, pausing there, bringing herself to the edge then backing off. As she did this, he pressed the heel of his hand against the plug. “Oh…” she opened her eyes and lifted her head.

  “Keep playing,” he said while he twisted the plug inside her.

  She lay back and set the vibrator on her clit, lifting her hips higher while he manipulated the plug.

  “I'm going to take the plug out, Naia, and then I'm going to fuck your sexy little asshole. But first, I want you to make yourself come. I want you to put the toy away and use your fingers. Can you do that for me?”

  “Mmm…” she was so close. She let the vibrator fall away and covered her clit with her hand, rubbing slowly at first then more vigorously as she pushed the plug out and he played with it, driving it in then drawing it out until she couldn't take another moment. “Oh God, oh God…” she started, her orgasm coming on hard and fast.

  “Good girl, Naia, come for me. You're so beautiful when you come.”

  Her hips bucked with her quick, sharp climax and when it was over and she opened her eyes, she found him standing naked over her, already sheathed, his pupils dilated, highly aroused.

  “Turn over,” he said.

  She moved, feeling empty without the plug inside her. Laying her torso over the ottoman, she lifted her ass, offering it to him. He took the tube of lubricant out of the coffee table drawer and returned to her.

  “Tell me what you want, Naia.” he said, kneeling behind her.

  She only moaned as he rubbed his enormous cock against her pussy, coating himself in her juices.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes,” it was a husky whisper.

  He opened the lubricant and squeezed some on his hand before massaging it onto his cock. He then pressed more of the stuff onto his fingers and rubbed her asshole.

  “Where?” he asked, bringing the head of his engorged penis to the now slippery opening of her anus.

  “My ass. I want you to fuck my ass.”

  “Say please,” he teased, pressing in just slightly, expanding her small hole.

  “Please. Fuck me. Please fuck my ass,” she begged as he thrust deeper. Pain mixed with pleasure because, although the passage had been stretched by the plug, his cock required much, much more space.

  “Naia, you are so tight. I love your tight little asshole. You can come as much as you like, your reward for being such a good girl and not touching yourself earlier.”

  She could only moan and close her eyes as he pumped slowly, gaining purchase and retreating, then repeating again and again until finally, he was in to the hilt. He remained there, buried inside her, for a few moments. Then, taking hold of her hips, he fucked her.

  The tightening of her muscles around his cock was almost instantaneous. The sounds that accompanied her orgasms were foreign to her own ears, and when she dared a glance back at him, she saw his gaze was focused on his cock moving in and out of her ass. The feel of him watching her as he fucked her only added to her arousal. When his fingers found her clit and his cock twitched inside her, another wave of orgasm took her so hard that, long after he'd spent himself, she still trembled. Only when she'd stilled did he pull out from inside her, cradling her in his arms as she lay limp, giving herself to him.

  Chapter 10

  “I'm starving,” Naia said, stepping into a pair of panties. It was almost eight o'clock.

  “We'll eat soon,” he said, buttoning his shirt.

  “What do I wear?” she asked when he was finished.

  “You look lovely as you are,” he said, eyeing her as she stood in black lace panties and high-heeled black pumps.

  “Ha ha,” she said.

  He walked to the closet and returned a moment later carrying a dark red silk dress.

  “Nice,” she said when he held it up for her. She ran her fingers over the smooth silk.

  He took it off the hanger and slipped it over her head. It was a loose fitting dress that tied at the back of her neck and hung free down her body. It was pretty and simple and the color set off her pale skin and dark hair beautifully.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Where are we going?” she asked as he led her out of the house.

  “We're meeting my stepbrother for dinner. He's a photographer actually and he's going to take some shots for the club,” he said as they climbed into the car.

  “I didn't know you had a stepbrother,” Naia said. “Is this Daniel, your younger brother? I'd assumed he was a blood relation.”

  “Daniel is my brother by blood. Tonight you'll meet Luke. Although we have no blood connection, I consider him as much a brother as Daniel. His mother married my father when they were both widowed.”

  “Wow, what was that like?” she asked.

  “Hard at first, but we found the middle ground.”

  “Are you close?”

  “Reasonably.”

  “What kind of photographs does he take that he's doing something for the club?”

  “Use you imagination then take it a hundred steps further,” he said, giving her an idea what to expect. “His photographs are
collecting an almost cult following and I want to use them for the club.”

  “Do we get to watch the shoot?”

  “Yep,” he said and turned into the parking lot of the building. “Oh, and Naia,” he said, pulling into a spot and killing the engine. “Remember, you're here with me. I'd better not see you ogling over my brother.”

  * * * *

  Luke Templar had a posh apartment on the top floor of a downtown building. His photographs were artistic and erotic and wholly unique, pure art in Liam's eyes. He concentrated heavily on fetish photography, which, in the wrong photographer’s hands, could quickly become pornography. But he was proud of his stepbrother's work; it was impeccable. His taste was specific and his models were both professional women as well as real people from all over the world. He was exact in what he wanted and demanded a great deal from both himself and his models.

  Liam glanced over at Naia.

  “You ready?” he asked.

  “I think so. Can I call you Liam while we're there?” she asked.

  “That's fine,” he said. “In my circle, Naia, our relationship is not abnormal, but I understand that you're not quite comfortable with it yet and I'm fine to give you the space you need. For now.”

  “Thanks,” she said. “I'm curious about your brother.”

  “I'm curious what you'll think of him. He had a rough start in life but he's done well. I'm proud of him and hope you like him. No need to be nervous.”

  “I'm not nervous,” she defended.

  “You've never been a good liar,” he noted.

  She dropped it.

  * * * *

  They rode the elevator in silence until they reached the penthouse. “Wow, it smells good here,” she said, inhaling deeply as her stomach growled.

  “That'd be Grace,” Liam said, ringing the doorbell. “She's an incredible cook.”

  Before Naia had a chance to ask who Grace was, an older woman opened the door.

  “Liam,” she said, reaching for him as he wrapped her in an affectionate hug. “It's so nice to see you,” she said, standing back and looking him over. “You stay away too long,” she said.