Taming Naia (9 page)

“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.

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 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 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.

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. “Lie 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 lay back. “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, she felt him press 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, 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 he played with the plug, driving it in then drawing it out until she couldn’t take another moment. “Oh, god, oh…” 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, his pupils dilated, highly aroused.

“Turn over,” he said. “Give me your ass.”

She moved, feeling empty without the plug inside her. Laying her torso over the ottoman, she lifted her ass, offering it to him. He picked up the tube of lubricant.

“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 onto his hand before massaging it onto his cock. He then pressed more of the stuff onto his fingers and rubbed her back hole.

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

“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, the greased passage prepared by the plug, even though 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. 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 and when his fingers found her clit and his cock throbbed inside her, another wave of orgasm took her so hard that, long after he’d emptied inside her, she still shook with the aftershocks of it. Only when she’d stilled did he pull out, cradling her in his arms as she lay limp and spent, giving herself to him.