Naia and the Professor

by Natasha Knight

“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 glass of wine, listening to soft opera music—her favorite scene from Madame Butterfly.

  “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 sexy 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 glasses 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 space 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 space 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 sex 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 breasts 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 balls of her feet. Her bare sex 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 ass 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 fashioned suit, less the jacket, holding in one hand a riding crop ready to strike her upturned buttocks. 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 assume 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, crème 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 wh
at 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.”

  “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 breasts cut out, garters holding up thigh high black fishnet stockings and high, high heels. Their figures were healthy, with well rounded breasts and hips, strong thighs and arms, nothing like the too skinny models of fashion 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 ass 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 sexual act but still highly erotic, so much so that Naia's sex was already heating up. They were made to pose this way and that and again, the focus of his photography was the bare sex, the opened lips, the cleft between the buttocks. 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 buttocks with the pussy 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 shivers 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, embarrassment 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 anal 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 pussy, 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 anus, pressing against the passage.

  “I liked fucking your ass 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 buttock 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 clit. 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 ass. The beads grew larger in diameter and once he was to the fifth bead, she was panting and on the verge of orgasm. 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 buttock 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 shirt and stood just in his jeans. “You look fucking gorgeous. I may have to borrow my brother's camera next time. Are you ready for your spanking?”

  Her pussy 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 u
ntil 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 ass 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 sex 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 buttocks. “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 ass 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 clit before continuing with her spanking. After a round of ten strokes, he teased another bead out while massaging her swollen sex.

  “Ah. Professor, please…”

  He stopped playing with her and this time it was a good twenty hard strokes against her upturned buttocks and thighs. She let herself go and cried out, enjoying the feel of his palm against her ass, especially when it rubbed against the cord of the beads, causing them to shift inside her. She lifted her ass higher when he slowed and resumed rubbing her clit.