Free Taming Naia by Natasha Knight Page A

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.
    “I can’t… oh, god, it’s too much,” she whimpered.
    “We’ll look up the definition together tomorrow,” he said, gripping both clamps. She closed her eyes, she couldn’t take another orgasm, she just couldn’t. His rhythm changed, his cock swelling inside her at the same moment that he freed her nipples from the clamps, sending blood rushing to them. Impossible though it seemed, she came again, clutching the weight of him as he lay his bulk on top of her, filling her as she came all around his cock.

Chapter Eight
     
     
    She was alone in his bed when she opened her eyes the next morning. The patio doors were open and the soft fabric of the curtains billowed from the breeze. The room was bathed in sunlight. She heard him in the shower and had to giggle at the quiet tune he sang.
    Naia looked around, smelling the sea air, listening to seagulls. She’d slept through the night, something that happened rarely for her. Remembering the events of the previous night,