Mmm – I have a very hot guest today. She’s a great friend and I love her work. Come take a taste….
Hi Cassandre, thank you so much for having me today! I have to say, I love reading your posts, not to mention studying the gorgeous photos…. It all sort of makes my mouth water…
Naia and the Professor is a very special book to me. First, Liam is my absolute – perfect – alpha male. He has long dark hair, pale green eyes, a huge, gorgeous body, and he just isn’t used to compromising. What could be sexier?
Then there’s Naia. She is, well, to an extent, me. Ha, really, you ask? Yes, really! Actually, all of my female leads are at least a bit like me. I like Naia and am a little jealous of her too because (you may roll your eyes) I’m in love with Liam. But truly, I love how she transforms from beginning to end, and how the story comes full circle. I love a happily ever after, especially if it involves some spanking, bondage and a few fun toys. Who doesn’t?
The basic premise of this story, the very first hint of a story brewing was the idea of a Professor spanking his student. It’s a fantasy I’ve had for a very long time, a very special fantasy that always manages to get me worked up (TMI??). I had this image all along of Naia bent over his desk, of Liam watching as she raised her skirt and lowered her panties. I waited as she waited, elbows down, ass lifted high, humiliated, aroused, a little afraid. That willing submission is a huge turn on to me. I read somewhere that submission for women is more natural than dominance is for men. I’m not sure on the men’s side of things but I can say the part about women is true, at least for me. To be able to give yourself over to someone like that, to trust them enough to submit to them, well, that’s special.
Where did all this begin? How did these thoughts concretize and find their place on paper? That I’m not sure I can pinpoint. Dominance and submission, a willing giving of yourself, a bit of humiliation, riding that edge between pain and pleasure where one cannot exist without the other, where one cannot fulfill without the other; well, I suppose that’s the closest I can think of.
It was the image of Naia’s first submission that was the initial inspiration and it just twisted and turned from there. Submission was my inspiration because for two people to get to that point in their relationship, well, that is special.
I’ll stop here as I know I always look forward to reading snippets of a story! Thank you so much once again for having me, I’ve definitely enjoyed writing this post!
This scene comes the morning after Naia’s had not one but two orgasms without Liam’s permission. He’d expected the weekend to be an educational one for her but he ends up learning a good deal as well.
Once she was naked, she stood barefoot in front of him and waited.
She slid onto her knees wondering if her body was pre-programmed to react like it was to his commands.
He picked up the dictionary. “Permission, let’s see. Ah, here it is, the simplest definition—to give consent. Did I give my consent for you to have not one but two orgasms last night, Naia?”
“No, Professor,” she answered.
He picked up the plug.
Her eyes were glued to the two-inch phallus.
“What are you going to do?”
“Ever curious. I myself love surprises, don’t you?”
She met his stern gaze. “No, Sir.”
“What I’m going to do now is for your own good. I’m going to take you anally later. It will go easier if I stretch you a little first.”
Her mouth fell open and alarm widened her eyes. “Stretch me?”
“Turn around and put your hands on the floor.”
“Can I do it myself at least? Please, Professor?” It would at least be less humiliating.
He surprised her when he considered her request. “I’d hate for you to hurt yourself.”
“How would I hurt myself?” Really, how hard could it be?
“All right, you can do it yourself if you like.”
She exhaled, taking the phallus from his outstretched hand and rising.
“I’m sorry—did you hear me tell you to get up?”
She sank back down to her knees. “No, Sir.” He wasn’t going to make her do it in front of him, was he?
“Make sure to lubricate first and work it in slowly,” he said. “You’ve got ten minutes. Go.”
She stumbled to her feet and rushed to the bedroom. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she looked at the plug.
Lubricate it, he’d said.
Taking a deep breath, she knelt on the floor and opened the tube. She smeared some of the stuff onto the plug and squeezed more onto her fingers. Reaching back, she rubbed the cream around her anus, finding she didn’t dislike the sensation. When she was ready, she leaned forward and balanced herself on one hand as, with the other, she brought the tip of the plug to her asshole. She rubbed circles around it first, her clit swelling and her pussy growing damp while she worked the plug. After a few moments, she pressed slowly until the tip penetrated the tight orifice. She pulled it out and repeated the motion, doing it several times until the passage gave way more easily and she slid it in to the hilt. She then sat back, her eyes wide. After a moment and on unsteady legs, she stood, the feel of an object lodged inside her anus strangely arousing as she walked slowly to the bathroom and washed her hands. She then made her way back into the living room.
“How did it go?” he asked, setting his paper down. Had he been reading the entire time?
“Okay.” Having the plug inside her somehow shifted her perception of their current situation. As he looked up at her, his eyes not unkind, she thought she understood something about the relationship between a Dom and his sub. “Sir,” she said, kneeling at his side, sitting back on her heels and resting her head on his thigh.
Liam watched her do this. Something had shifted between them. Putting his hand on her head, he caressed the length of her hair, setting it off her shoulder to reveal her breasts.
“When you kneel for me, keep your knees wide and your hands on your thighs, palms turned up.”
Without a word, she moved to position herself as he said.
Liam picked up his paper and turned to the next page.
Thank you so much for being here!