Naia and the Professor Part 9
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"My a.s.s. I want you to f.u.c.k my a.s.s."
"Say please," he teased, pressing in just slightly, expanding her small hole.
"Please. f.u.c.k me. Please f.u.c.k my a.s.s," she begged as he thrust deeper. Pain mixed with pleasure because, although the pa.s.sage had been stretched by the plug, his c.o.c.k required much, much more s.p.a.ce.
"Naia, you are so tight. I love your tight little a.s.shole. 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 f.u.c.ked her.
The tightening of her muscles around his c.o.c.k was almost instantaneous. The sounds that accompanied her o.r.g.a.s.ms were foreign to her own ears, and when she dared a glance back at him, she saw his gaze was focused on his c.o.c.k moving in and out of her a.s.s. The feel of him watching her as he f.u.c.ked her only added to her arousal. When his fingers found her c.l.i.t and his c.o.c.k twitched inside her, another wave of o.r.g.a.s.m 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, b.u.t.toning his s.h.i.+rt.
"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 a.s.sumed 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 p.o.r.nography. 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 relations.h.i.+p is not abnormal, but I understand that you're not quite comfortable with it yet and I'm fine to give you the s.p.a.ce 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.
"I've missed you and your cooking," Liam said, releasing her and returning to Naia's side.
"You're getting skinny," she said, looking him over. "Who's this?" she asked, her gaze falling on Naia.
"This is Naia," he said. "Naia, this is Grace. She's the best cook on two continents and is hopelessly devoted to my brother, even though I've tried to steal her away several times."
Grace laughed, holding out her hand to Naia.
"Two continents?" Naia took Grace's warm hand.
"Luke was born in London and splits his time between the states and England," Liam clarified.
"Nice to meet you, Naia. And as for that comment, Liam," she said, turning to Liam, "If I weren't here to watch over that boy, he'd get himself into some serious trouble. Wish he'd find a nice girl like you and settle down already," she said, nodding toward Naia.
Liam put an arm around Naia. "Sorry, Grace. This one's taken."
"I can see that. Come inside, he's out on the balcony waiting for you."
Really? Naia wondered. She could see that?
They followed the housekeeper to the balcony where Luke lounged on a chair drinking a gla.s.s of wine, listening to soft opera music-her favorite scene from Madame b.u.t.terfly.
"Liam!" He stood and walked over to them. If Liam hadn't told her he was British, she'd have guessed it the moment he said one word. Even though he called out Liam's name, his eyes immediately swept Naia from head to toe and she knew exactly why Liam had made the comment about ogling earlier. Luke was gorgeous, tall, with dark brown hair and s.e.xy blue eyes that told her just how much he appreciated her looks. She blushed.
Liam's expression let her know he'd caught it. Well he didn't have anything to worry about. Luke may be gorgeous, but her heart belonged to Liam, not to mention her body.
"This is Naia White, once a student of mine who has come back into my life," Liam said. "Naia, this is my stepbrother, Luke Templar."
He kissed her on both cheeks, holding her hands all the while, filling his eyes with the sight of her. "My pleasure to meet you."
"I'm so happy to meet one of Liam's brothers," she said, a little overwhelmed at being between these two big, beautiful men.
"Come, we'll sit outside and have a drink," Luke said, leading Naia out but speaking to Liam.
Luke poured two gla.s.ses of wine as they took a seat. The air was warm and the night dark. Stars glowed overhead and a breeze just lifted the hair off Naia's shoulders as she sipped her wine.
This was different than she'd expected. Actually, she wasn't sure what she'd expected, but she felt comfortable. It was remarkable actually just how comfortable she was feeling with everything these days.
She looked around. The wrap around balcony offered an unbeatable view of the city while ensuring privacy. An elegant table was set for the three of them and a tray of appetizers lay on the coffee table. But she was too nervous to eat, very aware of the men she sat between. Liam's fingers tickled the skin at the back of her neck reminding everyone to whom she belonged even as Luke's eyes devoured her. She didn't feel uncomfortable under his gaze, just the opposite. She liked him right away and wanted him to like her.
"Would you like to see my work, Naia?" he asked, startling her out of her musings.
"I'd love to," she said.
"I have a small gallery here, but I'd be honored to show you," he said, standing and extending a hand to her.
She turned to Liam who remained seated. "Go ahead," he said, smiling. "Luke," he added as they walked away. Luke turned. "She's mine."
"So possessive," Luke said, leading her inside.
Everything in the apartment seemed to be black, white, or gray. Elegant wall sconces lit the way through the living room and down the hall.
"This is my work s.p.a.ce as well as my exhibition area," he said, opening the door and stepping aside for her to enter. She did and her eyes took a moment to adjust to the lighting. It was brighter than the other rooms and the s.p.a.ce itself quite large. The area where he worked was clearly marked with a plain white backdrop, several stacks of thick, old books, likely props, a bed with iron head and footboard, his cameras and lighting. But what caught and held Naia's attention were the photographs that hung along the walls. They were black and white photographs almost entirely of women and one man-Luke Templar. She walked closer to the first, noticing that he hung back, feeling his eyes on her as she studied his work.
In most of the photos, the women wore black corsets with garters, stockings and extremely high heels. But it wasn't the provocative dress that struck her. Nor was it that the women exposed their bare s.e.x to the man in the photos. No, she thought as she wandered from picture to picture, it wasn't those things at all. It was the artistic quality of the photographs. The fact that even though these were fetish photos, depicting women in a submissive role, some even being prepared for or awaiting punishment, they didn't come across as dirty. Just the opposite. They were some of the most beautifully erotic photographs she'd ever seen.
One contained a single woman naked but for a fishnet body stocking and high heels. She sat on a stool, legs spread wide, with her back to the camera, her hands clasped behind her back, bound in soft, thick ribbon.
The next was another woman who wore a corset with the b.r.e.a.s.t.s cut out, thigh-high stockings and nothing else. She was posed squatting against a wall, eyes closed, knees spread wide as she balanced on her hands and the b.a.l.l.s of her feet. Her bare s.e.x was exposed with a mirror set at an angle to display anything the eye couldn't see from the vantage point of the photographer.
The next, and Naia's favorite, contained two models. One was the same beautiful woman from the previous photo, on her knees, her legs spread wide, her a.s.s high in the air as her shoulders and face rested on the rich Persian carpet. Behind her stood the photographer himself, dressed in an old fas.h.i.+oned suit, less the jacket, holding in one hand a riding crop ready to strike her upturned b.u.t.tocks. In his other hand he held the thin leather leash attached to the collar around her neck.
Arousal warmed her body as she took in the rest of the photos. "They're ... incredible," she said, unable to take her eyes from the photos. She wanted to spend hours in this room studying each photograph, the detail in every scene, the raw emotion in Luke' eyes as he modeled for his own photos.
"Thank you, Naia. If my brother would allow it, I'd love nothing more than to add you to my library of beauties someday."
If Liam would allow it? Naia turned, her heartbeat increasing sharply. "I make my own decisions," she said. "Liam doesn't dictate what I can and can't do."
One side of his mouth went up into a wicked, taunting grin. "Really?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What's going on?" Liam walked in and came directly to Naia's side, his hand closing possessively around the back of her neck.
"Nothing, brother," Luke said. "I was just explaining about the beauty in allowing yourself to be utterly and completely seen and wondering if she'd be interested in posing for me."
Naia could see from the look on Luke's face that he was purposely provoking Liam.
"The only person she'll take her clothes off for will be me, Luke. Understood?"
"Relax, will you? You a.s.sume I meant something else." Luke laughed it off, absolutely unaffected by Liam. In fact, he was the one person Naia had ever found to be unaffected when Liam spoke.
"Right," Liam said, dropping it.
"Dinner's ready," Grace said from the doorway, her expression a little tense.
Contrary to what Naia expected, dinner was a subdued, two-course affair of roasted fish and potatoes followed by Grace's specialty, creme caramel. She didn't know how but she managed to eat two servings of the rich dessert, determined to take up running or do some other form of exercise as soon as she got home.
Liam and Luke had an easy rhythm together and, from what she could see, liked each other very much. Luke's invitation intrigued her but Liam's reaction and the possessive way he was handling her tonight took her aback. She liked it, absolutely and without a doubt, but was Luke's comment truer than she knew?
The doorbell rang.
"Right on time," Luke said, checking his watch. "Shall we make our way to the studio? We'll begin straight away."
Luke went ahead to greet the models as Liam helped Naia to her feet.
"What are you thinking about, Naia? You're worlds away," he said.
She smiled up at him. "Oh, it's nothing. It's just, the photographs are like nothing I've ever seen," she lied as he took her hands.
"My brother needs to find a girlfriend. I'm sorry if you felt uncomfortable."
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