Part 7 (1/2)

”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 f.u.c.k 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 groaned. He then moved to the next one and did the same, nibbling a little with his teeth. He sat up, unb.u.t.toning the top of his s.h.i.+rt 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...” 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, binding her hands just behind her knees. He then stood up 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 onto her stomach so that she rested with her knees, shoulders and one side of her face on the bed. Her a.s.s was high to the sky and she could wiggle as much as she liked, she wouldn't be changing position until he was good and ready to let her. ”We'll start with your tardy arrival at the club tonight,” he said, placing one knee on the bed.

”Wait!”

”That d.a.m.ned leather corset,” he added.

”What?” This wasn't how she'd imagined this evening.

”Your continued inability to address me correctly,” he said, s.h.i.+fting 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.

”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 upturned b.u.t.tocks. She counted in her head as he warmed her up, struggling against the pain, all the while knowing she was absolutely at his mercy and 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 ... ah ... one minute. One minute.”

But he wouldn't give it to her. ”Breathe. You're safe.”

He kept it up, she was sure he'd gone way past the thirty of her first spanking which, compared to this, seemed almost gentle. But even though her b.u.t.tocks and nipples were on fire, her p.u.s.s.y 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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s 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 s.e.x, she jerked her head up. ”Oh...”

He didn't speak, but continued to punish her wet p.u.s.s.y, 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 hoa.r.s.e 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, pulling off his s.h.i.+rt, ”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.”

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.” He unwrapped and sheathed himself with a condom.

She did as he said, liking his words, the idea 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 s.e.x, she closed her eyes and buried her face in the comforter.

”Tonight,” he began while he set the thick head of his c.o.c.k at the entrance of her s.e.x. ”I'm going to f.u.c.k your p.u.s.s.y.” He pushed slowly in, drawing a long, soft moan from her. ”And tomorrow,” his fingertips touched her a.n.u.s, ”I'm going to f.u.c.k your pretty little a.s.shole.” He circled her rear pa.s.sage and even though he didn't penetrate, the sensation of being touched in a so sensitive a spot set her on the edge of o.r.g.a.s.m.

”Oh...”

Taking hold of the chain of the nipple clamps with his free hand, he began f.u.c.king her. She whimpered beneath him, not sure what was what-pain, pleasure, agony, release. They all combined into one throbbing o.r.g.a.s.m that came on her so fast and hard 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 c.o.c.k still thick, still hard, pus.h.i.+ng once again into her p.u.s.s.y.

”I can't ... it's too much,” she said.