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  Educating Nadia

  Sierra & VJ Summers

  Nadia Fleming has always had a bit of a “thing” for her neighbor, Alex Johnson, even though she knows they couldn’t be more wrong for each other. Alex is a professor of romantic literature at the local college, while Nadia barely completed her GED, for heaven’s sake! Resigning herself to remaining just friends doesn’t kill her crush, though, and it just gets worse when she inadvertently opens a package of sex toys destined for his address.

  Alex is beyond relieved when his secret life as a Dom is exposed to Nadia. He’s been lusting after his neighbor and best friend forever, and he knows if she’ll just believe in him—and in herself—they could have something really special together. Maybe now, by tying her up, he can release the bonds around her heart and teach her that love isn’t always where we expect it.

  Educating Nadia

  Sierra & VJ Summers

  Chapter One

  Nadia Fleming signed her name on the deliveryman’s dotted line and he dropped the package at her feet and left. “What a gentleman,” she murmured as she slid the box into her house and left it sitting by the door.

  There was no return address on the plain brown carton. Nadia shrugged. The package wasn’t hers—it belonged to her neighbor, Alex Johnson, a professor of romantic literature and poetry at the local university.

  She sniggered a little as she tried to imagine Alex standing at a lectern, rhapsodizing about the romantic prose of Jane Austen. Alex had moved in next door a little over three years ago, and Nadia had yet to see a romantic bone in his body. No, her neighbor was the epitome of the conservative Brit, stiff upper lip and all.

  He never talked about his private life. She wondered if he had much of a private life aside from his friendship with her. He did have a steady stream of people coming and going from his house. They were all young and eager looking, and she assumed they were students he was tutoring.

  Alex was polite and sweet, even a bit on the shy side, which Nadia found endearing. His cheeks blazed at her off-color talk. Truth be told, she used more profanity and innuendo when she was with Alex than at any other time. She loved teasing him until he blushed.

  Nadia couldn’t imagine life without him. He was a reliable and loyal friend. He’d even let her cry on his shoulder when her longtime boyfriend left her for a long-legged blonde bimbo last year.

  Sometimes she wished Alex would find a special woman to fill his life. At other times Nadia wished she were that woman.

  It was a ridiculous idea, of course. Alex was a highly educated college professor, and she hadn’t even graduated high school. She’d earned her GED, and was damn proud of it, but she’d never be “an intellectual”. Alex lived an academic life. She owned a small web designing company—so small that she was the only employee. It barely paid the bills, but it let her be creative and she really loved it.

  Giving the mysterious box another glance, she picked up the phone and dialed Alex’s cell.

  “Professor Johnson here.” His rich, smooth, British accent flowed through the phone line.

  “Hey, Professor. You have another package waiting for you here. It’s pretty damn big, so you need to come pick it up.”

  “Wonderful! I’ve been waiting for that particular box to arrive. I’ll pop over tonight to pick it up.”

  “Hey, are you up for some pizza later?” She knew that pizza was Alex’s one true weakness. “Double cheese and mushrooms, on me.”

  There was a long pause. Strange.

  “I’m afraid I can’t tonight. I have several tasks to attend to now that my things have arrived.”

  Nadia turned and stuck her tongue out at the box. “That’s okay, Alex. My hips didn’t need pizza anyway.”

  “Your hips are lovely as they are, pizza or not,” he scolded.

  “You have to say that,” she teased. “You’re my friend.”

  His only reply was a short, chuckled “Until later” before disconnecting the line.

  Nadia sighed as she put the phone back in its cradle. Time to get to work. After spending the better part of the afternoon finishing up a banner for a new dating website, Nadia stretched as she tried working the kinks out of her neck.

  The owner of the site had offered her a free six-month membership along with her usual fee, and for a while Nadia had seriously considered it. She missed the touch of a lover. The soft kisses and strong arms wrapped around her. Finally, though, she thanked her client and refused the freebie. As much as she missed sex, she really wasn’t in the right frame of mind to date anyone. Besides, she didn’t need to date anyone. She had Alex, and he was perfect. Well, except for the whole sex thing. She figured that was why her thoughts strayed to Alex whenever she masturbated. He was the man she spent most of her time with; it was natural to wonder what he was like in bed.

  Of course, Nadia had a pretty good idea of what Alex would be like in bed. Sweet and gentle, courteous and polite, just like the man himself. The image of Alex very seriously asking permission to pinch her nipple sent her into a giggle fit. In her fantasies, Alex was many things, but sweet and gentle were never part of the equation.

  By the time five o’clock rolled around and it was time for Alex to get home, Nadia’s nosy nature had taken over. She’d deliberately ignored the box all day, but with her work done and her imagination in overdrive, she couldn’t resist temptation any longer. What was so important in that damn box that Alex would turn down double cheese? She stood in front of the thing as it sat on the floor daring her to do something.

  She couldn’t exactly open it; that was a federal offense. Besides, it would be a blatant invasion of Alex’s privacy. One that even their close friendship couldn’t excuse. Maybe if she shook it she might get an idea of the contents. The box was big, but if she just lifted one side and gave a jerk, maybe she could glean some information.

  Bending over, she grabbed one end of the carton. It wasn’t nearly as heavy as she’d expected. The deliveryman had given her the impression the box weighed a hundred pounds what with the way he huffed and puffed before depositing it at her feet.

  Lifting from her knees, Nadia wrapped her arms awkwardly around the box and lifted. She gave it a little shake and heard metal against metal. New pots and pans? Maybe he was taking cooking lessons. Alex told her often enough what a terrible cook he was. She jiggled it again. No, it wasn’t heavy enough for pots and pans. She bent over to set the box on the floor and the bottom gave out with a clang of metal.

  “Oh no,” she mumbled as she flipped the now-empty box over. She grabbed the nearest object to drop back inside, then froze as she actually looked at what she was holding.

  “No way,” she whispered, staring at the plastic-wrapped leather flogger she held. There was no way this stuff belonged to Alex! Not her sweet, conservative, blush-when-she-said-fuck Alex! Before her on the floor in a jumbled mess was a pile of sex toys. Dildos, vibrators and handcuffs. Oh my! She ran her fingers up the length of the flogger, imagining the feel of the rich leather through the sterile plastic wrapper.

  When she realized what she was doing, she quickly dropped it back into the box. Her cheeks heated as she picked up a pair of stainless steel clamps. Nipple clamps? And was that a clit clamp? A length of chain. No wait, it wasn’t a chain, it was a leash!

  “Oh my God, oh my God,” she whispered over and over again as she examined each of the toys before dropping them into the box. With a hiss of sympathetic discomfort, she dropped the last item—a black rubber butt plug that looked entirely too painful—into the box.

  “Alex,” she mumbled to herself, “just what are you into?”

  * * * * *

  Alex had been on simmer all day. Nadia’s call, and the knowledge that all the tools he needed
to restock his private dungeon were sitting in her living room just waiting for him, had kept his cock on high alert and his nerves on edge. Hell, he’d barely been able to concentrate on his lecture on the relationship of Byron to Percy and Mary Shelley. In fact, the kinky implications of that little trio only added to his sexual tension.

  Sadly, as exciting as the prospect of replenishing his little corner of heaven was, he didn’t have anyone to share it with at the moment. Alex was a Master, with a capital “M”. He trained both Doms and submissives, shepherding them into a mutually satisfying, safe, sane and consensual lifestyle. His most recent trainee, a sub named Ben Reynolds, had left Alex for the love of his life, Stacey Stanton. Alex smiled at the thought. Ben and Stacey had both been his pupils in the art of Domination and submission, and he liked them both a great deal. The idea that he’d had something to do with reuniting them gave him a warm glow down deep. Unfortunately, he thought wryly, it did nothing for the raging inferno down a bit lower.

  Alex dismissed his final class fifteen minutes early, finally unable to resist the call of the delivery at Nadia’s. As he drove toward their small cottages, he considered the prospect of a new trainee. This one needed to be a female. While Ben had been eager to learn, Alex’s tastes had never leaned toward men, and Ben was about as heterosexual as they came. No, Alex’s next pet had to be a female. His aching cock wouldn’t stand for anything less.

  Immediately his mind jumped to the woman he’d like to train. Nadia. Beautiful, funny, sensual Nadia. For the last three years, she’d dominated his fantasy life, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her damp red mouth pursed around his dick, her full, natural breasts swaying as he spanked her lush, round ass. In his fantasies Nadia was the perfect sub, sassy and vulnerable—an irresistible combination.

  Unfortunately, she’d made it abundantly clear she saw him as nothing more than a friend. A pizza and movie buddy. And Alex valued that friendship too much to jeopardize it by pursuing more.

  With the lingering vision of Nadia on her knees before him, naked with her wrists bound behind her back, he pulled into his driveway and headed across the lawn. He had a key but, as usual, her door wasn’t locked. He opened it quietly, not wanting to disturb her if she was working, and felt the breath freeze in his chest at the sight that met his eyes.

  Nadia. On her knees before him. She wasn’t naked, but she was clutching a black rubber butt plug that put all sorts of ideas into his mind.

  * * * * *

  “Well, Nadia, I guess you’ve found out my secret.” Nadia’s head shot up as that cool British voice spoke.

  “Alex… I… It fell open when I tried to move it,” she stammered before standing up and backing away from the box.

  Alex came farther into her house, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe. His mouth quirked in cool amusement, but his eyes were hot.

  Suddenly his words sank in. His secret. Alex was a Dom. Her hand came up to her neck as she tried to hide her blush.

  “Oh God… Alex, I don’t know what to say,” she managed to get out. Her breath was coming faster, her chest rising and falling because, just like in her fantasies, Alex wasn’t a sweet and gentle lover.

  “You know,” he mused, “only naughty girls snoop in other people’s packages.”

  Her eyes widened as he approached her. His body moved with strength and grace, elegant and somehow threatening. Nadia backed away from him until she bumped into the wall behind her.

  Alex kept coming until he was standing just inches away from her; she watched as he removed his glasses. His normally hazel eyes turned a wicked shade of green and he leaned down until his breath caressed her lips.

  “What am I going to do with you now, Nadia? I normally punish bad girls like you.”

  Nadia was unable to form any words, so she just stood there, mouth gaping like a landed trout. His mouth crooked up into a predatory smile. He looked as if he wanted to eat her whole and her body was responding with a big Hell yeah.

  He pressed his chest into hers, his hands on either side of her head caging her to the wall. “Well, pet, what am I to do with you now?”

  His breath was hot against her face; his hands slid down her shoulders, the contact causing her pussy to contract and a tiny moan to escape.

  He nuzzled her cheek. “Such a pretty moan, Nadia.” He slid those large, hot hands down her arms, catching her wrists, which he pinned over her head with one hand. She shivered at the show of strength, more turned-on than she could ever remember being.

  “Mmm,” he hummed against her lips. “Don’t you look beautiful, pet.” Nadia caught her lip between her teeth. Any moment now she was going to melt into a giant puddle at his feet.

  Alex pushed his hips into hers with restrained force when what he wanted to do was bend her over the couch and take her hot, hard and fast. The little minx. He’d wanted to bed her the moment he’d moved in next door and seen her jumping around her backyard, listening to some awful music, but she’d been seeing someone, and by the time she was free, he’d believed the window of opportunity had closed.

  But now, her hard nipples were poking at his chest. She responded so beautifully to him.

  “Nadia,” he whispered, “are you wet?” He licked her jaw, running his tongue all the way up to her ear. “Answer me, Nadia, before I decide to bend you over and paddle you.” It was a calculated risk to push her like this, but one that paid off in spades.

  “Oh God, yes, Alex. Yes I am.” He leaned in and bit her earlobe before soothing it with his tongue.

  “Good girl, Nadia. Now tell me,” he licked a hot path along her neck, “do you think of me?” She shuddered delicately against him. “Tell me, pet. When you’re alone in your bed with your fingers buried deep inside you, who are you thinking of?”

  He pressed himself against her from chest to foot.

  “You, Alex. I think of you,” she cried out as his knee moved between her thighs.

  “And what am I doing, Nadia? Am I slow and easy? I can be, you know. Do I touch you with just my fingertips?”

  “No, Alex,” she panted. “You’re not slow and easy. You’re not gentle.” Alex rewarded her answer by grinding his knee against her pussy, and she moaned.

  “Oh, Nadia, do you have any idea how long I have wanted you tied up and begging for me?”

  Alex pulled back; he wanted to gauge her reaction. Her face was flushed pink and shiny from the heat they were creating. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes half lidded. She was completely aroused and totally stunning.

  “Come to me in an hour, Nadia. Wear your bra and panties and those black heels that I love so much. Nothing else.” Alex fantasized about those damn heels all the time.

  He stepped back and put his glasses back on, transforming himself once more into Alexander Johnson, college professor. He grazed his thumb across her full bottom lip before moving away from her. He bent and retrieved the box, showing himself out and leaving Nadia standing plastered against the wall.

  Chapter Two

  Nadia sagged against the wall, in shock. Who the hell was that? Because there was no way that was her buddy, the stuffy professor who could wolf down a large pizza in one sitting. Who thought tennis was a fascinating game to watch and who blushed every single time a swear word passed her lips in his presence. She would have been less surprised if he’d whipped off that tweed blazer and revealed a red cape and blue tights. Who knew that had been hiding under his mild-mannered exterior?

  She stumbled away from the wall and into her bathroom. Stripping off her clothes, she turned the shower on hot and stepped in. Her mind raced with visions of all those toys. Did he want to use those on her? Did she want him to?

  She’d played with toys before. Hell, she owned a few of them. She’d just never used them with anyone else in the room. She wasn’t a prude by any measure, but Alex was a Dom. She gave an involuntary shiver. If she went to him tonight, he was going to tie her up and fuck her.

  Leaving the shower, she wrapped a
large towel around her body. Anticipation and excitement thundered through every nerve ending. If she was going to do this, then she was going to do it right.

  She carefully applied her makeup, putting on much more than she usually ever wore to create smoky eyes and red, bee-stung lips. She blew out her hair until it fell in a sleek, straight cascade of red-gold instead of her normal unruly curls.

  In her bedroom she pulled out a lacy bra and matching lace thong. She put on a pair of black fishnet stockings and stepped into her lethal, sexy heels.

  She thought for a moment then reached into her closet, pulling out a leather vest and short leather skirt that she’d bought years ago for a costume party where, ironically, she went as a Dominatrix.

  She finished the outfit by sliding in a pair of gold dangle earrings, a gold choker and gold cuff bracelets. She stepped back from the mirror and examined herself critically. She definitely didn’t look like her normal tomboy self. In fact, she even looked sexy, in a slutty sort of way.

  Hopefully, Alex would find her sexy, too.

  * * * * *

  He answered the door on her first knock.

  “Wow.” Her safe, stodgy professor was nowhere to be seen. Instead of his sensible wool trousers, Alex was dressed in a pair of faded jeans that molded to his thighs. Her mouth watered as she imagined how soft the denim would feel on her skin. And how hard the muscles underneath would be. His hair was damp from his shower and in disarray. He usually kept it strictly tamed, slicked back from his forehead. Now, with it loose, Nadia could pick out different shades of blond from golden to wheat. The shimmering strands were longer than they normally appeared and she itched to touch them.

  His white button-down shirt was open, revealing smooth tanned skin and two pierced nipples. The sight of the shiny silver hoops against his golden skin made her temperature rise.

  She let her gaze travel slowly back up to his face. His expression was forbidding, not exactly what she’d hoped for, but he exhaled deeply and said nothing as he held the door open.