Naia and the Professor Part 10

"I'm not uncomfortable."

"Good. Let's go watch the shoot," he said.

With that, they walked into the studio where Luke stood with three of the most beautiful women Naia had ever seen. One brunette, one blonde and one redhead all dressed in black corsets with the b.r.e.a.s.t.s cut out, garters holding up thigh high black fishnet stockings and high, high heels. Their figures were healthy, with well rounded b.r.e.a.s.t.s and hips, strong thighs and arms, nothing like the too skinny models of fas.h.i.+on magazines.

Liam led her to sit in one of the two chairs away from the set and they watched in silence as the shoot began. It was to be the redhead first. She was asked to kneel facing away from the camera and lean onto the stack of books. Her knees were spread wide and her back arched so her a.s.s was tilted upward. Luke placed a mirror between her legs on the floor and she gazed over her shoulder at Luke, holding the posture for some time as he snapped several photos before repositioning her and asking the blonde to join. Although the two posed together, the photos weren't of a s.e.xual act but still highly erotic, so much so that Naia's s.e.x was already heating up. They were made to pose this way and that and again, the focus of his photography was the bare s.e.x, the opened lips, the cleft between the b.u.t.tocks. It was as if he celebrated the difference between each woman, seeing only beauty in this most sensual region. It was thrilling to watch.

Luke soon introduced more props into the photos in the form of a riding crop and a strap. Although none of the items were actually used on any of the girls, they were each made to bend over and spread their legs wide while the others stood behind with the tools of punishment at the ready. Naia liked these best. The shot of the naked b.u.t.tocks with the p.u.s.s.y of the girl who was bent over exposed and glistening turned her on immensely. A part of her wished Luke would truly use one of the instruments on the girls. She wanted to see welts rise on their perfect, unmarked bodies. The idea sent delicious s.h.i.+vers through her, making her wonder who this creature was that had awaked since walking back into Liam Templar's life.

As if Liam could read her mind, he stood when Luke called for a break.

"Thank you, Luke. I think you'll have many wonderful photos for me to choose from."

"I think so too. But must you go?"

"Yes, I'd better get Naia to bed," he said.

Luke smiled. "Hmm." He turned to her and took her hands in his. "I meant what I said, if you're ever interested in posing..." He kissed her hands and let her go.

"Good night, Luke," she said.

Liam led her out and to the car.

"Well, what did you think of my brother?" He asked as they drove the short distance to his house.

"A little overwhelming to be honest," she said.

"I'm glad you were able to resist him," he teased.

"I only have eyes for you, Professor," she returned.

"You'd better."

They drove the rest of the way in silence. When they got home, Liam got Naia into the bedroom and immediately pulled her dress over her head.

Naia's heart beat faster when he sat down on the bed and opened the bedside drawer. "Come here."

She obeyed.

"How did you like the photo shoot?"

"It made me hot," she said, simple and honest.

"That's the intention. Have you ever been with another woman?" he asked.

"No!" she answered quickly, embarra.s.sment tinting her face pink.

"Shame for you," he said. "Maybe we'll remedy that one day."

She opened her mouth but had nothing to say.

He removed the item he wanted from the drawer and held it up for her to see. "Have you ever played with a.n.a.l beads?" he asked. What he held was a single row of seven beads, the first very small and the largest about an inch in diameter.

She shook her head, "No. Are they like the plug?"

"Less intense, since they're smaller, but used a little differently. I think you'll enjoy them. I'd like to spank you after I've placed the beads inside, the sensations will be entirely different. Are you up for it?" he asked.

Her p.u.s.s.y, which had cooled somewhat since they'd left the shoot, again throbbed and smeared her panties with cream. She nodded.

"Turn around, spread your legs and bend over."

She paused for a moment, then did as he said, setting her palms flat on the floor. At least she still wore panties this time.

"Reach back with one hand and pull your panties aside," he said.

Christ, could he read her mind? She reached back and slid the fine material over, feeling even more exposed than if she were simply naked.

She watched as he opened a tube of lubricant and greased first his fingers, then the row of beads. It was difficult not to gasp when he began rubbing circles around her a.n.u.s, pressing against the pa.s.sage.

"I liked f.u.c.king your a.s.s very much, Naia. Let me in again and maybe I'll let you come."

"Promises, promises," she said.

His finger was gone and he pinched her b.u.t.tock hard.

"Ow!" She straightened.

"Respect." He pushed her back down. "Legs wider or I'll put a spreader bar between them."

She didn't say a word but moved her legs wider. This time he pushed her panties to just beneath her hips.

"You can rub yourself while I do this, it'll relax you."

His finger began to circle once again, gaining access easily as she played with her swollen, tender c.l.i.t. She thought she'd feel more shame doing this in front of him, but it came easily as her pleasure intensified.

"Good girl. You remember you're not allowed to come, yes?"

"Yes, Sir."

He inserted the first bead.

Naia closed her eyes as the second one entered, then the third, filling her a.s.s. The beads grew larger in diameter and once he was to the fifth bead, she was panting and on the verge of o.r.g.a.s.m. His finger pushed the last ones in deep and she felt herself contracting as he moved in and out of her, playing with the string of the beads, teasing her.

She managed a loud groan and he stopped, pulling her panties up and slapping her b.u.t.tock lightly, he told her to straighten up.

"Kneel on the bed with your back to me," he said.

She did while he went to the bathroom and washed his hands. When he returned, he retrieved a length of rope from a drawer in the dresser. "Put your arms behind your back. Close together at the elbows, that's right," he said, lifting her hair and setting it over her shoulder so it rested over her breast.

Naia knelt with her hands clasped together and her elbows almost touching as Liam wound the thick rope around her arms, tying some intricate loop as he went back and forth, back and forth all the way to her wrists.

"Now you're ready," he said, and she turned to look over her shoulder as he stripped off his s.h.i.+rt and stood just in his jeans. "You look f.u.c.king gorgeous. I may have to borrow my brother's camera next time. Are you ready for your spanking?"

Her p.u.s.s.y throbbed. Yes, she was ready for her spanking. In fact, with the beads inside her and her arms wound up the way they were, she could think of nothing she'd like better than to be bent over his knee and spanked until she came.

"Yes, Professor."

He helped her to her feet and, bringing a chair close to the bed, sat down and pulled her over his knee, laying her torso on the bed so that her a.s.s was lifted just so. The low growl that came from his chest and the hand that patted her bottom told her how she must look to him.

"Try not to struggle," he said as he swung one leg over the backs of hers. Slowly, he pulled her panties down to mid thigh. Naia's s.e.x throbbed as he prepared her. He then delivered the first round. It was just five spanks and not as hard as she'd felt before, but she knew he was just warming her up. "Let's get started," he said after that, bringing down the next two that landed flat across each cheek, causing her to cry out. Tears sprung from her eyes from the stinging pain but she kept her hips lifted for more. He brought the next six down in quick succession and although she wanted to obey, she found herself panting and squirming to get away. He held her down easily though with one hand between her shoulder blades, pressing her into the bed.

"Remember, I can give pleasure as well as pain," he said, caressing her b.u.t.tocks. "But only if you're a good girl and don't struggle."

"I'm trying, Sir," she said.

"Don't try, just do."

"Yes, Professor."

"Shall I show you how I'll pleasure you?"

"Yes, oh yes, Sir," she said. "Please."

"Just remember, you'll need my permission to come. If you do it without, I will whip your a.s.s with my belt, am I clear?"

"Yes, Sir." She definitely did not want that.

"All right, be still for the next five and I'll turn the pain into pleasure." His hand came down hard and fast and she gritted her teeth with each of the blows, wanting very much not to struggle. But when she felt the first tug on the beads inside of her, she went completely still. He was playing, teasing and she moaned as one bead slipped out. He didn't need to hold her down any longer and put his hand to better use rubbing her c.l.i.t before continuing with her spanking. After a round of ten strokes, he teased another bead out while ma.s.saging her swollen s.e.x.

"Ah. Professor, please..."

He stopped playing with her and this time it was a good twenty hard strokes against her upturned b.u.t.tocks and thighs. She let herself go and cried out, enjoying the feel of his palm against her a.s.s, especially when it rubbed against the cord of the beads, causing them to s.h.i.+ft inside her. She lifted her a.s.s higher when he slowed and resumed rubbing her c.l.i.t.

"You can come, Naia, but tell me when your o.r.g.a.s.m is close. I'll take the beads out at once-it'll rock your world."

With that, he fingered her p.u.s.s.y and pinched her c.l.i.t until she called out, "Now, oh G.o.d, I'm co..."

Everything stopped when he pulled the beads out while working her c.l.i.t with his other hand. The o.r.g.a.s.m she felt was like nothing she'd ever experienced in her life. The sensation of the beads exiting her a.n.u.s while he rubbed her c.l.i.t, her a.s.s lifted to his gaze, bound and at his mercy; all of these things sent pleasure coursing through her even as she felt the thick erection of his c.o.c.k beneath her and knew it was just the beginning.

When the rolling waves of o.r.g.a.s.m finally ceased, Liam set her on her knees on the bed, her shoulders resting on the mattress, her a.s.s high in the air. Quickly he undid he pants and slipped on a condom before sliding his c.o.c.k into the slick crevice of her s.e.x, pounding into her, sending her over the edge again.

Chapter 11.

It was almost lunchtime when Naia woke on Sunday. She lay caged in Liam's arms while he still slept. She remained still, studying him. His hair was loose along the pillow and the shadow of stubble on his face had grown somewhat so it was darker, thicker. He breathed through his mouth, which was slightly open, and she reached up to touch her fingers to his face.

They'd fly back to Denver at four and after just a two more days, she'd head back to Philadelphia for the next three months. The thought of leaving, of being without him, made her heart hurt. Although he hadn't told her the extent of his feelings for her, she had no doubt of her love for him.

But what exactly did it all mean? Even when she moved to Denver, would they live together or keep going like this? Having dates, weekends? And what would they do in the three months in between? She couldn't wrap her brain around the thought of being apart for that long.

Liam's soft green eyes opened and settled on hers.

"Good morning," he said, but didn't give her a chance to speak. Instead, his mouth closed over hers in a long kiss.

"Good morning," she breathed once he released her.

"What were you thinking just now? You were very focused," he asked.

No time like the present. "I was thinking about us."

His face grew serious and he lifted himself up on one elbow. "And what were you thinking about us?" he asked, pulling the blanket down to her hips and teasing her nipple.

"Stop, I can't think at all if you do that," she panted, her body wanting his touch but her brain needing to figure this out.

"When I'm around you, I can't help myself," he said, smiling.

"Professor..."

"Yes, Naia?" he teased.

She would just have to take a chance and say it. "I..." but what if he didn't feel the same?

He stopped touching her then and sat up. "You what?" he asked.

"This isn't easy."

"Because you don't let it be," he said. "What are you so afraid of?" he asked.

Rejection. Again.

"What's so scary?" he kept going, provoking her.

"If you're going to be like that, never mind," she said, scrambling to get off the bed.

He caught her wrist, not hard, but she wasn't going anywhere. "Sit."

She did.

"Talk."

Her gaze met his and they looked at each other for a long time. "Your brother said something last night that's had me thinking."