Free Taming Naia by Natasha Knight

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