Naia and the Professor Part 5

Bri began, telling Naia how to position her legs. Swallowing her pride and comforting herself with the fact that Bri probably did this ten times a day, she followed the girl's instructions. It hurt, but it wasn't awful. Not until she got closer and closer to her lips. At least she was quick and her mindless chatter did make Naia feel anonymous. Until, the front being finished, she told her to turn over.

He wanted her bare. In the back too. She repeated that to herself and turned. Her face burned red as the girl pulled her cheeks apart and began. Naia clenched her teeth but couldn't help yelping just a little as the strips were poured, then yanked off. It was over in less than twenty minutes and when she stood to get dressed, she took a moment to look in the mirror on the wall at her now bare p.u.s.s.y. She had it admit, it looked pretty, kind of vulnerable. She turned her back and bent forward to see between her cheeks, but quickly straightened, still embarra.s.sed. She'd have a closer look back at the hotel. She walked to the reception desk to pay, all the while feeling the sensation of a clean, waxed bottom. It felt good.

"Mr. Templar has taken care of your bill, Ms. White," the girl said when Naia handed her credit card over.

"He has, has he?" He knew she wouldn't run out. Probably didn't doubt it for a minute, the smug b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

"Yes, Ma'am," she smiled.

"Does he do that often, pay for women to have this done?" Did she really want to know?

The girl held Naia's gaze. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, that information is confidential."

Naia put her card back into her wallet and walked out onto the street a little peeved that he'd paid for her to do this, but more so because she wondered how many others he'd sent here before her. She'd make sure she found out on Friday night. For now, she was curious about other things, including some of the items in that box.

Back at the hotel, she bolted her door and pulled the drapes closed before stripping. She then stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at herself, at her bare p.u.s.s.y. The sight of it heated her through and she lifted her leg, resting her foot on the arm of a nearby chair. It was all gone, every hair. It still felt sensitive to touch, but she did anyway, making the soft skin tingle. Turning her back to the mirror, she bent forward and looked over her shoulder. Reaching back, she felt the tender s.p.a.ce between v.a.g.i.n.a and a.n.u.s and even lay a tentative finger over the latter. She'd looked at herself before, of course. It always turned her on when she did. But seeing herself bare like this took it to a whole other level.

Straightening, she walked to the box of goodies Liam had sent. Pink vibrator in hand, she returned to the mirror, set the chair in front of it and turned the toy on. Spreading her legs wide over the arms of the chair, she touched the buzzing tip of it to her c.l.i.t and closed her eyes at the sensation. She held it there for a few moments more before returning her gaze to the mirror to watch as she coated it in her juices and slowly entered her slick s.e.x. Alternately rubbing her c.l.i.t and f.u.c.king herself with the machine, Naia pinched her nipples with her free hand and inhaled deeply as she climaxed.

Chapter 6.

It was Friday night. Liam checked his watch, half past eight. Thirty minutes to go. He'd spent his week buried in work. He wanted to be free for the weekend, knowing she'd come, knowing she'd give herself over to him. She'd already been to the wax studio; he knew that by the charge on his credit card. He couldn't wait to have a look at her bare p.u.s.s.y and a.s.s. Imagining her face when she opened his box of goodies, he wondered which of the items she'd used alone. He'd ask her for a detailed description, perhaps a demonstration even. He got hard at the thought of it and had jerked off countless times thinking of the things he'd do to her.

The voice that told him to leave Naia alone and forget about her had quieted somewhat, but hadn't gone away entirely. He just couldn't do it, couldn't have her so close, so willing and not try. His feelings for her ran deep, they had from the first moment he'd set eyes on her in the front row of his cla.s.sroom. She'd known it too, he was sure of that. She was a flirt then and she liked the idea of Professor Templar wrapped around her little finger. He'd been good though, he'd resisted her. He'd done it because he valued his reputation and loved teaching.

That thought still burned a little. Even though he'd done the right thing, his colleagues and superiors had condemned him. Naia was young and he believed she didn't know just how big a problem she'd caused with her lie. But when those he had considered trusted friends shunned him and, without a second thought, took his license away-it had almost destroyed him.

But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. That had been his mantra for a long time and it was true. If he looked at his life, he wasn't an unhappy man. He had money; the club was very successful. He had women, several cars and two homes, one in Denver and one in south Florida. He didn't get there very often though and had decided to take Naia for the weekend. He'd never taken another woman there before; it was his private sanctuary. This weekend would be for her. He needed her to see exactly what she'd be getting into with him if she chose to pursue this.

The telephone rang. It was twenty minutes past nine. He turned his attention to the video monitors as he answered.

"Templar," he said.

"Mr. Templar, she just walked in. Shall I bring her up to your office?"

He found her instantly, wearing that d.a.m.ned leather corset. It made his lip curve into a wicked smile. "No, let her be. I'll be down to collect her myself."

She was late and she was geared up. Again.

Naia had worn the corset on purpose, albeit with a pair of jeans. Her brain had worked the entire week over the episode at the wax studio and she was more than a little p.i.s.sed off. Just how often did he do this sort of thing and with how many women? She'd followed his first instruction only to learn in all likelihood, she wasn't the first one he'd sent to the studio and now she was mad. Who did he think he was? Christ, she felt like she'd just had this same discussion with him last week. Would he always manage to get her so worked up?

She'd worn the corset he'd expressly told her not to wear again. Maybe it was childish but she couldn't help it. It was her way of a.s.serting a little bit of her own power. She'd never had a relationship like the one he wanted and wasn't even sure she could actually put her will aside for him, for anyone for that matter. Maybe this weekend would be a greater learning experience for her than she thought.

"Naia."

She gasped. How had he gotten so close without her noticing? She turned.

"Professor," she said, managing to keep her voice level.

"Let's have a drink," he said. Taking her small weekend bag, he led her toward the same booth they'd occupied the first time she'd come here. "Two vodka tonics," he ordered once they'd been seated.

"I can order my own drink," she said.

He grinned but didn't react. Once the drinks came, he began. "You received my gift?"

"Yes," she said, touching her purse. She'd stuffed everything inside knowing he'd want her to bring the items. "They seem to know you at the studio," she tried working her lips into a grin but failing that, took a long sip of her drink.

"They do."

The nerve! "Just how many women have you sent there anyway?"

"Ah. That's what this is about. The clothing, the att.i.tude."

She tried hard not to pout but crossed her arms over her chest.

"Naia, you're not the first woman I've been with. You couldn't really believe you were?"

"No, of course not. But do you send them all to the same place to have waxed to your specifications?"

"To my specifications?"

She nodded.

"The owner is an old friend and I sent you there because I imagined you wouldn't know where to go since you don't live here. That's all. And even though it's none of your business, you are the first woman I've sent there!" He was annoyed, she could hear that, but he wasn't exactly angry. That was good.

She opened her eyes wide and cupped her drink. "Really?"

"Really."

"Oh."

"Oh. That's all you've got? Why don't you explain the corset to me? Was I not clear that you weren't to wear that again?"

Her heart picked up speed. "I was mad."

"You have a bad record of reacting when you're mad. Haven't you learned your lesson yet?"

He was right. "I suppose not."

"Take it off."

"What?"

"You heard me, take it off."

"We're in public! What do you want me to do, stand up and strip right here, right now?"

"Yes." Now it was he who folded his arms across his chest. "Or face the alternative."

"What's the alternative?"

"Punishment."

"What sort of punishment?"

He considered for a moment before grinning. His expression made her nervous, but stripping in the middle of the lounge just wasn't an option.

"One of my choosing."

"Obviously."

"Decision Naia."

"I'm not stripping, Liam."

"Done deal. Now, let's go over some details."

"Shoot."

"First rule, address me as Sir or Professor and always be respectful or you will be punished."

"Yes, Sir."

"Second rule, when we're playing, you will only speak when spoken to."

"Just when we're playing?"

"I can't imagine you'd be able to do that for any longer, so yes."

"You're funny." Her tone was flat.

"You understand the rule?"

"It doesn't take a brain surgeon."

He was not amused.

"Yes, Sir. I understand."

"Third, you will take your pleasure when I give it. You must always wait for permission to come."

She blushed, but nodded. "People will hear," she whispered.

He lifted a brow.

"Fine. Yes, Sir. I will ask permission before I ... do that."

"Before you do what?" he pushed.

"Before I come!" Her whisper was angry. "Sir!"

"Do you remember your safe word?"

"Yes, Sir." Now her voice was small.

"I want to add a second one. You should have one for stop and one that signals me it's getting to be too much."

"Okay, violin to stop and drums for almost too much."

"No, too close. Violin to stop, roses for too much. If they're both musical instruments, you or I will forget what's what."

"Good point."

"I'll have you back here on Sunday night, but you won't be allowed a telephone or any contact with anyone but me, you understand?"

She nodded.

He waited.

"Yes, Sir."

"Any limits you have-things you won't do?"

"Oh, I don't know ... I suppose I don't want to be caned." The memory was still too fresh in her mind.

"That's fine. I hadn't planned on that. Anything else?"

That was a relief. "I really don't know, Professor."

"What about s.e.xually? I plan to take you a.n.a.lly and the others we've already done."

She blushed and looked around.

He smiled. "Naia, you look absolutely innocent. Don't tell me you've never had a.n.a.l s.e.x?"

"Can we stop talking about this please?" She couldn't meet his eyes.

"But I like talking about it," he teased.