Taming Naia

by Natasha Knight

  “No, I rent it when I need it but it doesn’t make sense for me to keep one.”

  “Oh.” She took the drink he handed her as he took a seat across from hers. “Do you always fly like this?”

  “Not always. This was convenient for tonight.”

  “How often do you get to Florida?”

  “I try to go every few months but with the club, that’s not always possible.”

  “What about Oliver? You seem to trust him, can’t he handle it for you?”

  “He’s capable, I just like to be there myself.”

  “What’s the matter, professor? Trust issues?” she teased.

  He raised his eyebrows but smiled. “I suppose so.”

  “Why did you open a BDSM club anyway?”

  “Get to the point, why don’t you?” he said.

  She smiled but waited.

  “I’d always been attracted to the lifestyle but most of the clubs I went to left me feeling,” he considered, “dirty.”

  She remained silent, wanting to understand.

  “This isn’t just sex for me, it never has been. I enjoy the relationship I can have with a submissive woman. I don’t want someone to role-play with for one night. I want a woman who chooses to live like this. Who can handle this, can handle me.” He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words settle.

  “Do you mean going to clubs left you feeling dirty?” she asked a moment later.

  “This lifestyle is not considered normal or healthy by a lot of people who know nothing about it. There’s enough condemnation out there for us and I wanted to create a place where people could feel safe. Where no one would judge what I consider a thing you’re born with, something that is hardwired inside you. Is it inside you, Naia?”

  “How do you do that?”

  “Do what?” he asked, smiling.

  “Turn the tables so I’m the one left answering questions?”

  He laughed out loud at that one and stood to take a bottle of water from the small refrigerator. He took a sip then twisted the lid to close the bottle. “Naia, Naia, Naia.” He came to her, set his bottle down, and reached to lift her to her feet. “Woman,” he whispered close to her ear, “you are something else entirely.” He didn’t kiss her but resumed his seat so she was standing before him. “But I do need you to learn to obey me.”

  His playful mood was gone, his tone serious now. Naia straightened, was it time for her punishment?

  “Take off your clothes.”

  “Now?”

  “I’m a fairly flexible man, Naia. I told you very clearly not to wear that corset, didn’t I?”

  “But I told you…”

  “Didn’t I?” He cut her off. Although his tone hadn’t changed, there was still an air of authority to his words and she was able only to answer.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I don’t have a lot of rules and don’t make too many requests, but when I ask you to do or, in this case, not do something, I’d like you to do as I say. Do you need a refresher?”

  “No, professor.”

  “Good. Then strip.”

  “What about the crew?”

  He closed his eyes as if his patience were being tried. “I’m keeping track, just so you know,” was all he said as he sat back and waited.

  There was more warning in that statement than Naia needed and she knew she’d be paying later. For now, she reached back to undo the corset and slowly slid it and her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. His gaze swept her body, her small but full breasts were bare, the nipples already hard and her panties were a fine, silvery silk that barely offered any cover at all. She stood as she was, waiting until his eyes returned to her face. He held her gaze as she reached her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slipped them to the floor. Only when she’d stepped out of the pile and kicked it away did she return her eyes to his. Her face flushed pink as he took in her newly waxed pussy. It grew wet and warm while she stood naked for him to study her.

  “Take your legs wider.”

  “Yes, professor,” she said, spreading her legs, even more aware of the slickness between them.

  He remained intent on her pussy for a long time, or for what seemed like a long time to Naia. Her body grew hotter under his scrutiny before he finally stood and stepped close enough that her nipples just touched the fine cotton of his shirt. Her lips parted and she looked up at him, anticipating what was to come.

  But she realized her ordeal had just begun when he moved behind her. She remained still when she felt his hand cup one buttock, caressing the underside where her thigh met her ass, and moved slowly inward toward that softest part of her body. She gasped as he teased her, then came his next command.

  “Bend over,” he said, and she heard the chair across from the one he’d just been sitting in creak. “Hands around your ankles.”

  No! He was at eye level with her ass and he expected her to bend over?

  She turned to look over her shoulder at him but reconsidered. That could only bring more humiliation.

  “Naia?”

  She didn’t make a sound.

  “Bend over and hold on to your ankles.”

  She could really use some turbulence right now! Then she’d at least be able to postpone this humiliation. But no such luck!

  Her knees began to tremble as sweat pooled under her arms. Her hands were clammy and goose bumps raised the hairs all over her body. So why was her pussy reacting like it was? Betraying her? Her thighs were slick with her juices, she knew that much. Closing her eyes, she began her slow descent down, down, down, until her hands wrapped around her ankles. He didn’t say a word and she refused to open her eyes. She heard him swallow, probably sipping his water and, after what seemed like an eternity, he stood. He rested his hand on the small of her back, holding her in position.

  “You have a gorgeous ass, Naia,” he said, fingers now caressing her bottom, lifting her cheeks, spreading them. “Did it hurt, the waxing?”

  “What do you think?” she asked.

  She was rewarded with a quick, sharp smack to her hip.

  “I will enjoy punishing you later.” His fingers found the slickness on her thighs, then moved up to the source. “You’re soaking, again. You like showing yourself to me, don’t you? It brings you pleasure.” As he spoke, two fingers penetrated and, once slathered with her juices, one traced its way up the cleft toward her bottom hole. It settled there, softly circling the tight passage while his other fingers worked her pussy and then moved to find her clit.

  As much as she tried not to make any sound, the moan that escaped Naia’s lips came more from her chest than her mouth.

  “Remember, you’re not allowed to orgasm without permission. Am I clear?”

  “Yes, sir,” she squeaked.

  “If you do, you’ll be punished, do you understand?”

  A loud moan as the tip of his finger penetrated her back hole. “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 that she knew she’d come hard and fast.

  “You never answered me earlier. Have you ever 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 bottom hole stretching to accommodate the intrusion.

  “Oh… Liam, sir, 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 his zipper go down and she spread her knees wider as, with a finger st
ill inside her back hole, 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 throbbed and the sound of their simultaneous orgasms reverberated off the walls of the small jet.

  Chapter Seven

  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 would rather be.

  She wore a long but light jacket and although it was so warm, she was grateful he had allowed her that rather than making her deplane naked. He 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 entryway to the great room. All the walls were windows on one side, all facing the ocean. Liam moved to open the glass doors and the curtains blew in the ocean breeze. The sound of gentle waves breaking along the beach was heaven. A simple, white, very modern couch and two chairs 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 in the middle of the room 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. The master bath contained a huge tub and separate shower, a separate room for the toilet and two sinks.

  “Come outside, this is the best part,” 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, my God! This is amazing.”

  He watched her as she took it all in.

  “Take off your coat, it’s too hot 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 coat, 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 moaned. 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, no,” 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 tightly together, binding her hands just behind her knees. He then stood 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 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 wriggle around as much as she liked, she wouldn’t be changing position until he was good and ready to allow her to. “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 had 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, confused.

  “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 lifted bottom. The sound carried all around her and as she counted in her head as he warmed her up, she struggled against the sharp, quick pain, all the while knowing she was absolutely at his mercy and that 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… ow… one minute. One minute.”

  But he wouldn’t give it to her. “Breathe, Naia. You’re safe.”

  He kept it up, and she was sure he’d gone way past the sixty of her first spanking which, compared to this, felt like love pats. But even though her bottom 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 as he stripped 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.”

  Once 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.”

  She did as he said, liking his words, the idea that 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 back hole, “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 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 that 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.