6 comments/ 13128 views/ 4 favorites My Naughty Little Whore Ch. 02 By: CeSelle29 Hey there, everyone! Here's "My Naughty Little Whore Chapter 2" at last. It took some time, but I finally feel confident about the story. I've started to expand the storyline, and this chapter begins to fill in the blanks of my lovely couple's past. I'm treating each chapter as though it were a public blog post and this particular post features a lot of romance. The next few chapters will also be a little heavier on the romance side of things... Bear with me, I promise the kink and naughtiness will be back full force soon. This chapter could not have been possible without an immense amount of INCREDIBLE help from BaronvonKarmann. It has been a tough year and with his help, I was able to sift through the nonsense to find my story. I would also like to thank Waterburn and LBGrant for continuing to be an inspiration and for their support! I hope you enjoy! Comments, votes and constructive feedback are always welcome. Thank you! - CeSelle29 ***** Welcome back readers. I know you've missed me... My inbox is flooded with questions and reactions from my last blog post. Do you and your dirty little minds want more? Well, I'll do my best to bring more to satisfy your cravings. My N.L.W. is sitting next to me right now. She's been up to no good since she got back at me last night and so my darling is a little... shall we say, tied-up at the moment. Let me introduce myself. My name is Layton, and the naughty girl you loved reading about last week is Rori. Our relationship hasn't always had the dynamic my previous post described. It took some time for Rori to trust that I wasn't going use her, pretend to love her, and then drop her, leaving her alone. She most definitely wasn't spending her days sending me texts that lead to thoughts about how to "punish" her for her naughty actions; the kind of texts that would leave me stranded at my desk before important meetings. Her timing, needless to say, has gotten much better. Instead, I think you'd be surprised to find out that, in the beginning, it looked as though Rori was going to be the primary dominant in our relationship. I came very close to losing her... but I'm getting ahead of myself here. Now don't misunderstand me. I had a long list of girls before Rori, but there won't be a single one after her. She's the one. But at first, that girl had me so confused I couldn't figure out who was the teacher and who was the student. Being a year ahead of her at school meant I had already been through my freshmen year flings. Although those girls may have been pretty, and relatively... shall we say competent, I was bored and had been hoping to find the girl of my dreams, as ridiculous as that sounds. Turns out, I knew her from the moment I laid eyes on her. Let me paint you the picture of the happy couple when we first met by telling you a little more about my darling Rori, a.k.a my 'N.L.W.'. Aurora was born and raised to fit the mold of the perfect Catholic young woman. By the time I met her she was a very attractive college freshman, just beginning to discover the person she truly wanted to become. To this day, she continues to go to mass every Sunday. She sings in the choir, goes to confession often enough and tries her best not to swear. Hah! You and I both know how well that works out for her. Her parents had raised her to be seen and not heard. They rarely shared their true feelings with one another. The amount of secrets she keeps from them continues to amaze me. They will never know that their daughter is a sex goddess, who is too-often up to no good. I'm fairly convinced they think we're waiting until we're married... I'm still not sure that I know everything there is to know about Aurora after 3 years together. She still surprises me with her outbursts every so often. To tell you the truth, I'm still kind of in pain from her little "revenge" last night. Our first date was a beautiful nightmare. I had promised to take her to dinner at a local high-end cafe that prided itself on its fresh, local-ingredient-based menu. Rori was thrilled, being a foodie and all, and couldn't wait. We then planned to get frozen yogurt and head back to her dorm's common room to hang out and watch a movie with a bunch of her friends. A simple, low-key, and relaxed date. Rori came down to meet me in the courtyard of her dorm. Her shirt's neckline took a plunge; not enough to make her seem like the ubiquitous shameless college girl, but certainly enough to make every guy she passed stare. The black jeans and heels she wore made her legs seem endless and her ass... Well, honestly, what do you want me to say? She was fucking gorgeous! She still is... The café was a short walk, four blocks from campus, so we decided to walk there together. Neither of us had checked the weather forecast and it started to drizzle on us about halfway there. By the time the restaurant's sign was in view, it had started to pour and we were caught without an umbrella. We ran the rest of the way to the entrance, where I quickly helped her up the steps and inside. We were both soaked and Rori was shivering. Damn it you idiot! You don't even have a jacket to throw over her shoulders! Thankfully our booth was ready and our waiter came over to take our drink order within a minute of us sitting down. "You look absolutely freezing Rori, you want a coffee or something hot?" "Hell yes! Coffee with some milk please? Could you bring it quickly please?" I doubled that order and the waiter rushed off. She was a shivering shaking mess until the coffee arrived. After a few sips, her poor teeth stopped chattering. I was at a loss for what to do next; she looked so tiny huddling into herself. Great, she's already not having a good time... DO SOMETHING IDIOT! My head screamed at me and I woke up. The 'furnace Layton' came to Rori's rescue. Although my shirt was still rather wet, I was warm and as usual pouring off heat. I asked if it would be all right if I moved to her side of the booth to help warm her up because she looked so miserable. She looked up, her beautiful eyes filled with relief and nodded rapidly. I came around the table and wrapped my arms around her for the very first time, holding her close to my chest. Fuck, she fits like a puzzle piece right here. FOCUS! Dinner went off without a hitch (thankfully), but by the end Rori was clearly exhausted. We skipped the frozen yogurt and ended up heading straight back to campus. I tried to convince her to let me hail a cab, since the autumn night chill had more than settled in, but she was bound and determined to walk home. "Dinner was so expensive! I'm not letting you pay for anything else tonight and I don't have a ton of cash on me. I have my debit card, but I hate using a card in a cab." Rori certainly did have her opinions and she didn't seem too afraid to share them with me. Besides it made me happy that she felt comfortable enough to do so. Does she trust me already? Nah. Since we didn't know each other well, I decided not to override her wishes, so we walked back to her dorm floor. Rori was sneezing by the time we got back and she asked if it would be all right if she changed quickly. "Of course! Get comfy and warm. Don't get sick please! I'll feel horrible!" She rushed behind the closed door of her dorm room, leaving me standing in the hallway. Oh great, she's already slamming doors in my face. This isn't going to end well. It only took about 2 minutes for her to emerge in some sweatpants and a clean t-shirt. I smiled as I asked "Comfier now?" "So much more, thanks. We'd better get down to the common room!" And with that she grabbed my hand and tore down the hallway, yanking me behind her. The movie was something I had already seen, so I didn't pay much attention to it. Instead I watched Rori. She sat next to me fully engrossed, staring at the screen. As she got tired, she moved to lean back against my chest and I wrapped my arms around her waist. She was so comfortable and relaxed. Given how terribly our date had started it seemed to be turning out fairly well. After the movie was over she walked me outside to the courtyard and I pulled her over to a bench to sit for a minute. The usual awkward small talk commenced until we noticed a skateboarder wipe out and face plant to the sidewalk. After he had gotten up and continued to quickly skate away, we eyed each other and simultaneously burst into a fit of laughter. Her laugh and her smile seemed to wreak havoc on my heart. I was done-for. I couldn't wait any longer. She noticed my intense gaze and stopped laughing. Fuck, I'd better be reading her right. Here goes nothing. I crossed my fingers mentally and started leaning in; then I saw her lean in too and I knew I was golden. My lips finally locked with Rori's for the first time and it felt better than heaven ever could. I slipped my hand around to cradle her head just above the nape of her neck and I felt her reach up and wrap her hands around me in the same way. We started dating after that, although we weren't "Facebook official". Rori was, after all, still new to living on her own. She didn't think she wanted to dive right into an intense relationship within the first month of her first year at school. I couldn't blame her; in fact, I admired her insight. I, however, was dying for her to be all mine. I had this desperate desire to treat her like a princess on our dates and a carnal hunger to fuck her, hear her call out my name and feel her come around me. I acted as gentle as Bambi with a butterfly on his nose, yet internally felt as fierce as a lion chasing a gazelle across the Serengeti. Yeah kill me for the cliché later and all rights belong to Disney on the whole Bambi thing. I feared losing my beautiful Rori to some other guy on campus. Having been around the block more than once since high school, I knew the usual shenanigans. I had already heard every kind of excuse. "Oh, Layton, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to cheat!" "I still love you! Don't you love me?" Or my personal favorite "I was drunk, what did you expect? It's not like you're irreplaceable." Yeah, that one was a real piece of work. Dealing with the "other men" was always fun, too. They were always ready for a fight, and although I learned quickly that most of those girls weren't worth the fight, the idiots were always worth clocking out. I may not be the size of a football player, but trust me, I can pack a punch; I have a mean uppercut. I had been here before though, taking on the role of teacher with an apparent innocent, and I loved it. The tricky part was gaining her trust. Rori had already started to occupy my thoughts, sexual and otherwise. I wanted her, and I needed her. I felt like I could trust her; I just needed to make sure she trusted me before I pushed the boundaries. As we approached midterms, Rori and I both became caught up in our work. We saw each other less frequently. I wished that she was there to share my midterm struggles and laughter. I missed hearing her giggle at my punch lines, and missed the glint in her eyes when she spoke about her growth as a musician in her classes. It was incredibly easy to have a conversation with Rori, even if it wasn't about anything at all. We managed to go out on a weekend for lunch together, but we were too swamped for anything else to happen. With the Halloween weekend coming up, the fraternities on campus would be throwing parties loud enough to have campus police show up, I knew those would be an opportunity to see Rori. I texted Rori to invite her to my friend's frat costume party that weekend, but I didn't frame it as a date. I didn't want to seem desperate! She said she might stop by at some point, since a bunch of her friends wanted to do some party hopping that night. Well, there's hope I guess. The night of the party arrived and, as usual, I had no costume. I really hate costumes. I don't think there's anything wrong with me wearing jeans and a t-shirt at any opportunity I get, since there are nothing but suits in my future career. I searched the party for any sign of Rori, weeding through countless "sexy *blank*" costumed girls and guys who thought it was cool to be Tom Cruise in Risky Business. My friend kept teasing me about looking for Rori, so I just gave up and stood by the chips and jungle juice near the dance floor. He brought over a mask for me to wear, demanding that I get into the spirit of Halloween. I slipped it over my face and rolled my eyes, then went back to scanning the dance floor every few minutes. Finally, after two hours of dub step and poor excuses for remixes, a guy in an obnoxious 'I'm riding an ostrich' costume decided to move his blow-up ass out of my line of sight... and I saw Rori. Her sleek black dress once again managed to be both conservative and leave nothing to the imagination. Her black gloves showed off her slender arms. Rori looked part princess and part temptress, the latter thanks to her 3" heels and long hair piled on top of her head. She was grinding her perfect little ass against some kid in a Robin (as in Batman, not Locksley) costume. I instantly hated him. I really want to kill that guy! And who the hell dresses as a sidekick? To my horror, the scene in front of me only became worse as Mr. Douchebag began to try to feel Rori up, sliding his grimy looking paws along her hips to her waist, and then further up to her breasts. I had made it half the distance across the dance floor to Rori, furious behind my mask, when I saw her suddenly grab his hands and push them off of her. She whipped around to face her attacker. "Bastard! I never said you could cop a feel! Get your filthy hands off of me!" Feisty girl. I like it. Kick his ass. Still, I would have said grimy, not filthy. "Aw, sweetie pie, feisty isn't a good look for you. Why don't you just turn back around -? " Don't you dare touch her, asshole! "Don't you dare tell me what to do!" Rori's hand came up with a swing that seemed to gather strength from her toes on up through her arm. Somehow, he managed to grab her wrist before it met his face. "You really don't want to do that, sweetie pie." He stared her down, and I watched her begin to shrink back. That was enough for me, so I swooped in. "Hey! Robin! She may not 'want' to, but I have no problem with it!" I punched him square in the jaw as he turned to look at me. Thankfully, my friend was up at the DJ's booth and saw the entire situation as it unfolded. He rushed down, hooked his arm under the kid's left shoulder while I took the right, and we dragged him outside. I hadn't turned around, so I had not realized that Rori followed us out. After we kicked him out, we stood and watched him walk down the block. That was when Rori came up behind me and punched me in the back. "Who the hell do you think you are? I can fight my own battles, thank you very much!" You still have your mask on, Ly. She doesn't realize who saved her. Let's see how long you can fool her! "Oh, and what makes you think you could have done anything about him? You were already shrinking away from him, scared out of your mind, little girl." I snarled the last phrase out at her and stared straight into her eyes. "I may not be a black belt, sir, but I certainly could have fended off any poor excuse for a man who thought he was anything for wearing a Robin costume. Who even likes Robin? Now, as for you, sir -" Sir? Well that could be fun couldn't it? Isn't she polite? "What are you going to do me?" I pulled her in close to me and wrapped one arm around her. She struggled against my grasp. "You think you stand a chance against your masked savior, with these biceps? I think I could have you melting into my arms in half a second, Aurora." "How do you know my name?" Rori almost shrieked, so I finally reached up and took off my mask. She stared up at me silently, and then burst into laughter. "Ly! You saved me? Why, aren't you just my knight in shining armor! Thank you, Sir." "Does the hero get a reward?" "Of course!" I pulled her closer and she came up on her toes to meet me in a passionate kiss. I felt my cock twitch against my jeans as Rori's tongue darted into my mouth. We stayed locked together until we heard a sound. Rori pulled herself away, out of breath. "Guys, I know you're all in love, but seriously: stop sucking each other's faces! Rori can't even breathe, for God's sake, Ly!" My friend was still standing behind us. Ignoring him I asked, "Well, you want to get out of here? You want to go back to my room?" Her eyes got rather quizzical and then filled with a mixture of panic and rage. Okay I really screwed up. No mistaking it now. Layton, -10 points. "Ly! How dare you! After the experience I just had, you're really going to invite me back to your room? You think I've been emotionally damaged enough to just give in to your demands and you'll get an easy lay tonight? I can't believe you!" She was fuming with anger; if this had been a cartoon steam would have been coming out from every orifice on her head! "Oh God, Rori I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I thought you would want to get out of here. I didn't mean to imply anything." I took a step back, holding my hands up in front of me, intending to show my innocence. Then her expression melted into hysterical laughter. "Ly, I'm kidding. I thought you'd never ask," her head dropped down a bit as she became sheepish "but I thought if I accepted too easily you'd get the wrong idea." Now it was my turn to pretend to be angry. I came back towards her, staring down at her as sternly as I could. "Oh no! Layton. Don't do it! Don't do it!" she shrieked, as I picked her up in a fireman's carry. "My lady, your knight is here! Where to, my lady?" "To Sir Layton's room, please!" Rori managed to gasp out between shrieks and laughs. I carried her about halfway to my dorm before I put her down. She sighed with relief and reached out to grab my hand. Our fingers interlaced and I could sense how her body responded to the connection. As we walked hand in hand, a thought flashed through my mind. Maybe I really could be falling in love. When we got back to my dorm room, Rori and I quickly agreed to watch something in the living room area. We kicked off our shoes, I took off my socks, and we settled down together on the couch watching a comedy TV series we both enjoyed. Rori cuddled in close to me. I wrapped my arm around her. Two twenty-minute episodes went by before I started to feel Rori's hand on my thigh and her breath hot on my neck. As I continued to stare at the screen, my heart rate starting to race, I felt Rori's lips begin to kiss my neck, then nibble on it. She tilted her head further and reached to suckle my earlobe into her warm mouth. By now her hand had made it to the more than noticeable bulge against my zipper. Rori sighed into my ear as her fingers traced their way up and down my jean-covered shaft. I turned to look into her eyes, catching her as she slid her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it. Rori closed all distance between us, climbing into my lap and interlocking her lips with mine; my arms around her waist, hers around my neck as we kissed, our tongues dancing between our mouths. Rori won the war as I surrendered to her tongue fully entering my mouth. Her hips began to rhythmically grind against my cock. The friction was practically murder. Suddenly Rori stood up, grabbed me under the collar of my shirt and stared into my eyes, dominating the space. "Which room is yours, Layton?"