Taming Naia was released yesterday and I'm here sharing a snippet from it. I waited what feels like ages to see this book in its current state and hope you enjoy the piece below.
This first chapter is probably one of my favorites of all time. In this scene, Naia and Liam have seen each other again for the first time in ten years. She is about to tell him why she came...
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“Do I make you nervous, Ms. White?” he asked.
She shook her head, her eyes huge with anxiety.
“I should go. I’ve said what I came to say and you clearly don’t care,” she said.
His hand once again closed over her thigh.
“You want to make amends? Why? Wait, let me guess, you’ve found Jesus?” he asked, playing with her. This time he didn’t ease up the pressure on her leg even when she made a small, pained noise. “Why, Ms. White?”
Because I can’t get you out of my mind, her brain screamed. But her answer to him was a little different. “I feel... guilty, I suppose.”
“So you want to ease your conscience.” It was a statement, not a question, and she could see that he was thinking.
“All right,” he began. “Perhaps your guilt’s been left unpunished for too long. Has it festered? Making you uncomfortable? How far are you willing to go to ease it, Ms. White?”
She waited, knowing from the look in his eyes that he had a plan, wondering herself how far she was willing to go.
“What if I suggested we start where you claimed I left off ten years ago,” he said.
She flushed, knowing what he was alluding to. She’d known he would, hadn’t she? Wasn’t this what she wanted in fact? “What do you mean?” she asked, pretending she did not understand.
“Oh, you’re a smart girl. I think you have some idea. But I’ll spell it out for you,” he paused, smiling once again before he continued. “You told the board that I spanked you, isn’t that right?”
Shame brought color back to her cheeks. “In my defense, you did threaten...”
“You knew it wasn’t serious,” he cut her off, no flirtation in his tone.
“I...” she began, but she knew that he was right.
“You knew.” If looks could kill...
“Yes, I knew,” she said.
“A terribly painful, humiliating spanking, isn’t that what you said? How many times did my hand come down on your tender, bare little bottom? I don’t recall. Can you refresh my memory?”
Her voice was no more than a squeak when she said it. “Sixty times, professor.” She knew she was digging her grave, but she didn’t know how deep just yet.
“Yes, sixty. After I forced you to bend over my desk, lift your skirt, and take your panties down, correct?”
Oh, god... “Yes, sir.”
“OK, you want to make amends. To atone for your sins.”
She nodded even though it wasn’t a question.
“Take that long overdue spanking, Ms. White, and you’ll have my forgiveness.”