CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing face of her roomie. It had n't been the first time she 'd seen Rebekah establish her that look. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

'' You should n't go, Naya. look, I know you think this is the 'adventurous'thing to do. But this is funny, and if I may say, more than a little creepy. I mean, what do you really know about this guy ? ``

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mysterious as his picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The typeface staring back at her seem cynical, the eye hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at to the lowest degree a 10 her aged, but his angle side had somehow retained the charm of a much immature man. Damian 's oculus were smoky grey. His figure was succinct, and even under the dark purple dress shirt, muscles rippled.

She flipped on her earpiece to the pilot ad, staring at the actor's line one more time.

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. Adventurous, receptive to possibilities, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one even with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an evening and, if you play your cards right, Damian might just go along you for a patch. offer : $ 2 million the firstly night. Price negotiable after that. Do you make bold ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might give birth called her petite from a space, but she had obtrusive curves and a body that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one conclusion clock time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black dress. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black pilus that hung in crinkly lushness a good few inches past her shoulder. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a romp for the track squad at Triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a softer version of Naya. Rebecca 's short, curly hair and prankish heart were always looking for the next frivolity to play. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online ad.

It was insane. Absolutely insane. Naya secretly agreed with her friend 's assessment. She was on the pill, just like the disavowal in the ad required, so it wasn't like she was going to get pregnant. But a lot of early matter could chance. It was n't exactly safe.

'' Why, Naya ? Just recite me why ? We 're going to fine-tune in a few more month. Is this, like, some last dolt stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible grownup ? Because I promise you, there are less dazed ways to do something driving and fun. You do n't recognise WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial grampus for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to tell her the Sojourner Truth. That engineering science was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dream, not hers. Now that she was so stuffy to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt empty. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her find animated. She did n't want to think about the future, at least not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an obscure forum had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. Crazy or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to have what she hoped might be the dark of her biography, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

The eventide began as Naya had hoped. Just on sentence, 8PM, and the moonlight already hanging in the sky like a giant pale Frisbee, the sleek, mordant limousine pulled up to the check near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curb with her, wearing a much less dressy jeans and a tank top. She gave her friend a goodbye hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take fear of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. infer ? '' Naya looked into her Quaker 's pertain eyes, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roommate. This was her best friend, and she was touched how worried Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupid. I promise to be deliberate. Love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. shout that boyfriend you 've been pining for the last few mean solar day, '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to give her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed driver opened the threshold for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could seek boost retribution. She waved at her friend as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pins and needles. A light rain began to flow, making the asphalt and buildings glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of magic. Wow, what a corny thought. Do n't let your jitters make you say something dazed tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the aspiration she 'd harbored for a magical even tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her estimable ? Would her best be even close to ripe enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to facilitate the tension by making diminished public lecture.

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the driver. She had caught the figure 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking black man had a shaved point and looked like he could 've played in the national Football League with no difficulty. But he did n't even respond to Naya, just rolled up the divider window and turned on some pleasant nothingness music that would 've drowned out any further endeavour at communicating.

Naya frowned. The first lilliputian bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a remarkable rendition of Rebekah 's vox. As the minutes ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of instantaneously fright. Nearly 45 minutes passed before Naya was set up to slam on the partition and demand that 'Pierre'point the vehicle and say her where the blaze he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a gravid storage warehouse with a bay sliding exposed, and the limousine eased out of the rainwater, pulling to a full stop in a astray warehouse story flooded with brightness.

The door opened carefully, and capital of South Dakota gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the duration of the trip, my lady. Master 's social club were to not address to you until we arrived. '' The sudden fondness in the man 's eyes did a lot to resettle Naya 's nerves, but not completely. She slowly stepped out, turned around, and gasped at what she saw.

There were dustup of beautiful young woman. Many of them wore skimpy frock, others wore firearm of greater elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the grandiloquence of the gowns and heaviness of the makeup, were trying very hard to bet more mature than their long time.

Naya quietly let Pierre guide her over to join the line of gravid girls. She stood beside a blonde girl in a bright red dress which had a single strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulder joint and batch of cleavage. Oops. I did n't know this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A Aythya americana on Naya 's other side was wearing a sparkly common army tank top and dim falling off embroidered with rowing of vivid beads. She turned with a critical flavor in her emerald eye. `` A skank is still a skank, no matter how fine the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged part on an assembly railway line. Naya opened her lip, shocked at the cleaning woman 's rudeness.

'' Do n't worry about her, dearest. You know what they say about redheads…and this one 's got the personality of a bull dog…which I 'm sure Mr. Cruceaux will find sooo attractive, '' The blond woman in the red garb interjected, taking Naya by the carpus and turning her in the early direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blonde woman 's grimace. Her fairly blue eyes were wide of the mark and innocuous now, but moments before they 'd been feisty and precipitous.

'' I 'm Claire. '' She held out her hand. Naya took it, gave it a aristocratical shake.

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to meet you, Claire. That dress looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own cleavage. Below the clipping of the clothes a medallion of flowers flared across her torso, just highlighting her bosomy chest that much More. Claire gave Naya a rueful smile.

'' Yeah, I know it IS a little over the top. Even though I do n't fit the dull blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to toy appearances and see how often the great unwashed assume. You can learn a lot about hoi polloi by what they do or do n't ASSUME, '' she finished with a grin.

'' What 's it made out of ? '' Naya said, unconsciously rubbing the fabric between her finger's breadth. Too late she realized that maybe she was being too familiar with Claire and just a bit presumptuous, but the blonde girl smiled and seemed to delight Naya 's honest interest.

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her refined fingers along the silk trimming of her gorgeous black dress. `` damn, woman. This hugs your build like the gown of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get points for loudness, but you 've got a lot more taste, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this tangible, contiguous connectedness, and gave her hired man a squeeze. `` Do you know what 's going to happen next ? '' Naya asked `` Have you ever done something like this before ? ``

Claire shrugged, and the anxiety behind her eyes said as much ; they were both in the Saame boat.

'' Your guess is as good as mine. I guess he plans to weed out all but one ? ``

A shiver ran up Naya 's spinal column. She remembered that the online ad had n't said anything about there just being ONE chosen female child. What if Damian Cruceaux liked to have More than one woman in his bed ? What if this mysterious billionaire wanted Naya to do matter that she did n't want to do ? `` Do whatever he asks, when he asks. '' The fully significance of that had n't started to really hit plate until now.

I 've made a few supposition about what was going on tonight. What if it blows up in my face ? Naya opinion. She squeezed Claire 's script impulsively. `` We look aphrodisiacal as hell, right ? ``

Claire squeezed back. `` tinker's damn right field we do. ''

The two stood hand in hand, talking to one another, trying to hold each early 's feel up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the strange competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at to the lowest degree 100 young woman in the warehouse. The changeless pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the young cleaning woman impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay doors, screeching to a halt, pennants fluttering with the corporate logo of Cruceaux Industries unmistakable, the whole place fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed gentleman who had to be - without any question - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a dinner jacket himself, its bright silver singlet contrasting sharply against his two helper'champaign white ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the line of Thomas Young women as if he had a right to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking surgical gown, his eyes seemed much less worry about the physical endowments of the charwoman he surveyed than about other qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to gloss over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the heart of each lady friend he passed. He seemed to assess her whole posture rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to give her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her heart. She realized her immense blunder, her body tensing in fear.

Claire had to want to calculate her sexy honorable in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a girl she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a frighten little Sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too late to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to survey them, and his optic had already taken penetrating note of hand of their united hands.

What was Claire mentation ? Naya imagined that the blonde cleaning lady was furious with her. She had ruined the night for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't withdraw the mitt - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde woman first, and then his piercing gaze set its sights on Naya. He seemed to dawdle on her calendered, midnight whisker and the sinister deep brown syndicate of her eyes. His eyes gently caressed the slightness of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for good bar. He settled on her case, and Naya tried to forgather his gaze. After a few seconds, she couldn't.

Her heart began to sink as he began to change by reversal away. But instead these words came out of Damian 's mouth as he spoke to his two assistants.

'' Please see these two lovely ladies to the limousine. I 'll be with them shortly. ``

Naya exchanged a quick glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new ally 's eyes. They had done it. They had passed the first run. Claire leaned over, risking a whispering before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the night Begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the urge to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather cushion opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glimpse that was to a lesser extent rough and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the manufacturing plant floor just minutes earlier. The five o'clock apparition on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous face, complimented well by ash-grey middle that missed nothing.

'' I do n't think I caught your names, '' he said mildly as the bay doors slid open and the limo lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

Claire dared a more direct gaze than Naya could muster. `` Claire. ``

'' A pleasure to meet you both. I want you to jazz, that no matter how tonight transpires, you two are quite exceptional. I wouldn't have asked you to issue forth if I thought otherwise. ``

The girl shared an restless face. Naya smiled nervously. `` That might be the most interesting way I 've ever been complimented. '' She found herself loosening up a bit despite the unknown way Damian talked. He had an accent she could n't quite place, and the challenge of figuring it out tormented her, but it also put her in an oddly playful mood.

'' Do you say that to all your beautiful kept woman ? '' Naya continued boldly. Claire gave her a sidelong flavour filled with warning.

Damian Cruceaux chuckled. `` Ah. You are a rare gem, Naya. I thought I saw a hidden fire in you. In result to your question, no…not at all. I do not commit out compliments freely. You will get word that soon enough. ``

The ease of the ride went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a picayune interrogation here and there. Many of the cleaning lady 's own questions were answered obliquely, with a deft attainment at revealing only what he desired. Naya marveled at how he deflected even the most harmless questions - about his business, his traveling, his past careers.

At finish, with the wind picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windshield glass, the limousine pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian restaurant. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the glass windows revealed voluptuous tablecloths and crystal ware which would 've looked suitable in well-nigh multimillion dollar bill mansions.

It was capital of South Dakota who opened the door, but Naya flushed when Damian took her deal, guiding her out onto the sidewalk as Pierre snapped open his umbrella. When Claire moved to follow, Pierre softly put up his hired man.

'' Forgive me, my lady. You have other plans for the Night. I see the dashing hopes on your fount, but do not adjudicate the evening until it 's over. I would not possess brought you this far only to abandon you. '' The immense, muscle-bound black man sounded almost clotheshorse, and his center twinkled at Claire in a way that sent rake rushing to her impudence. Even Naya could see that.

Pierre closed the door on Claire, proceeded to escort them to the restaurant entrance and gave his employer a brisk nod before retreating into the rain-washed night.

Soon Naya 's heart was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an occupy army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so Lady who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her hands on either side of her, a streak of self-conscious knowingness surfacing with a payback. She was aware of the ruby pendant at her pharynx, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering bleak in the dress. She had been going for a decadent look, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her figure and rested on her facial expression, she had succeeded.

'' You are a mesmerizing woman, Naya. Now that we 've passed through some of the pleasantries and fetch to roll in the hay each other a lilliputian, my hope is that this dinner can be somewhat more…intimate. Do you know why you 're here ? ``

To part a bed with a billionaire unknown, enjoying a night of passion and excess without regrets ? That might have been the pulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first place, but it did n't sound so impressive now. In fact, it made her seem downright shoal. She gripped the table boundary, almost ashamed that she had no direct result.

'' You 're incorrectly, you know. ``

'' What ? '' She was taken off guard. His eye seemed to form bubbles, as if he enjoyed this a little, but his face remained deadly serious.

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a girl with a one-dimensional personality. You 're a young fair sex looking for something more out of life. More than what club says you can be. Tell me I 'm damage. ``

Naya let the silence engulf the board between them before she could gather her nervus. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed able to seize onto the more she focused on the richness in Damian 's voice.

'' I did n't bed mind-reading was one of your talents. ''

'' You did n't say I was unseasonable, '' he replied, his gaze sharpening.

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE right, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others prefer my dreams for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to believe, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a Dark Prince Charming. In a few months I 'll take my engineering level. Probably a few calendar month after that I 'll bear financial independence. But that 's not felicity. It feels void to me. I see my friends become absorbed in their own small mankind, obsessing on career and leaving everyone else behind. That 's not what I want to be. That 's not who I am. ``

'' And then why me, Naya ? Why take the extraordinary risk of acceding to my whimsey and spending the night with a man you do n't even know ? ``

Naya took a draught of air, feeling fret pool on the slope between her white meat. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to withdraw their order. After Damian ordered a glass of red wine for them both, the waiter vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling regard on the beautiful feminine object of his intent.

Naya tried to just be honest. `` Because you have power, because you clearly do n't worry what people think. I admired your money plant when I first read the posting. I admired your bluntness, the world-be-damned philosophical system I sensed behind the Logos in your ad. '' Naya could n't believe she was saying this. She sounded like another soul, but it was true. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her Quaker at church building or with her parents.

'' And ? So far, have you come to any conclusions ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to reach and gently rub his rectify handwriting over her left wing. She felt the prompt rush of warmth from his palm tree, and it made her arm thrill.

'' Too early to separate, '' she whispered. `` But narrate me this, '' she said, trying to go back. `` Why did you get Claire ? Why raise her Bob Hope up only to cruelly leave her and then rent me ? I do n't know if I can respect a man who does something like that. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully. `` You hardly know this girl, yet you stand up for her. Yet you would risk putting me on the spot and angering me. Do you treat all billionaires this way, Naya ? ``

The brunet blushed, but she stood her land. She forced her eye to duel with his. She WOULD have an answer. `` I 'm waiting, Mr. Billionaire. Surely you 've been challenged by a woman before ? ``

Damian laughed. `` You 're just wide of surprises, are n't you ? I prefer a plucky submissive. It 's better this way. ``

His deportment turned serious, though, even as that last sentence brought up alarming questions in Naya 's idea.

'' The truth is a lot more unremarkable than you would think, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like family to me. capital of South Dakota has been with me for several years, but has yet to find the the right way woman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's right, Naya - I was playing matchmaker this evening. Pierre trusted me to choose. I 'm a good judge of chemical science. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an intimate dinner not unlike this one. ``

The Lester Willis Young adult female was stunned. Naya had almost forgotten Damian 's deal gently rubbing not only her hand, but also her arm.

'' Does that mean you 're monogamous ? '' she asked bluntly.

Damian gave her a bemused facial expression. `` Is that really so surprising ? ``

Naya took a sip of her wine-coloured, letting the delicious cultivation dance on her roof of the mouth for a few arcsecond before responding. `` Well, can you blame a little girl for getting certain thought after you 've put her in a batting order with 100 other sexed-up women ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. bazaar enough. I guess I do owe you a more directly solution about myself. Do you know why monogamy is the highest form of human relationship ? ``

Naya shook her brain and withdrew her manus. That damnably enjoyable feeling of his hired man rubbing her arm was making it difficult to opine straight.

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two matter in this world which matter to me Sir Thomas More than anything else. jealousy and loyalty. ``

Naya risked reaching out her manus, stroking the top of his. Let him have a taste of his own music, she decided. `` That seems an odd pairing, '' she replied.

'' I 've seen human relationship ruined by jealousy - not just of other mass, but of mere objects, of wealth. Any prison term you have a relationship which is not foremost between two mass, jealousy exists. It must exist. It must always leave one of the three wondering, 'Am I valued less ? Do the early two really want me ?'A man was made to be with one woman, and a charwoman with one man. ``

The brunette 's chocolate-hued eyes widened in pretend shock. `` Those are DEFINITELY not the words I expected to arrive out of the sass of Damian Cruceaux. ''

'' Yet they have, but do n't misunderstand me. I will do anything for the woman I love. If the woman I love asks me to take another woman to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man take her right in front of me, I could n't deny her even that. There is nothing I will not do for a woman, as long as her request does not come tainted by greed. '' The hard line of his jaw had melted into a wry grinning. `` Of path, you probably find me an odd mix of traditional romantic fancy and things more decadent, shady and nix. There are few char who have ever understood me. The only one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

The dark-haired girl 's hand stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his mitt tightly, and her eyes softened. Naya could n't trust that this right billionaire sitting before her could resound the thinking of a boy once innocent. He was much more than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her head.

Though she could n't explicate it, Damian Cruceaux 's Christian Bible felt real to her. This was n't a display being put on for her benefit, and she knew it. His words were too filled with contradiction to be anything but the truth.

'' What do you want of me then ? Does this mean value you want me to be your girlfriend ? That this is about more than a Night or two of passion ? Is this a date ? ``

Damian frowned as the waiter came over. Damian let Naya order the tortellini, and then he ordered a heaping plate of lasagna. When the waiter left, his eyes smoldered. He looked at her with an unnerving level of intensity.

'' I find the word 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to wee you my married person, my submissive. I will be your passe-partout, and you will be my striver. ``

This terminology drew stark demarcation in Naya 's mind and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dark illusion. illusion of being taken - sometimes by a sea robber king, sometimes by a wildcat barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably seem silly to her booster, and many people would be horrified. But there were real to her. So very real.

'' I have to admit…I 've had fantasies. ``

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the rut rushed to her nerve. She realized that both of his script had invaded her side of the mesa, gently grasping her wrist joint.

'' How does this feel, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's breathing had quickened. She was sure he could see the rapid rise and declension of her tit under the skintight fabric. The sweat along her hilltop had to be noticeable too. Her segmentation felt slick with exertion, and she wanted to curse her nerves for being so worthless.

Instead she said, `` It makes me finger animated. ''

Damian 's eyes gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare woman, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to know exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the norms of bon ton. fellowship is trivial and moribund. I want you to finger alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - guild 's opinion be damned. Men and women think differently. We ARE different. Society forgets that. You, the female person, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do things you may not want to do. But secretly your muliebrity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and hold dear you, but I will also induce you MINE. I will push you to the terminus ad quem, I will dispute you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His hands still gently clasped her wrist joint. Even that chasten grade of his control over her sent her beat racing. She found her lip turning dry.

'' Can you deal this ? Can you abide such an arrangement ? Because if you ca n't, there is no ignominy in standing up now and walking away. I wo n't try to stop you. But if you go forward from here, the rule change. I will not regale you with kid gloves. I will address you as the slave you were meant to turn. ``

Naya abruptly withdrew her hands, breaking his grip. She flashed him a mischievous smiling. `` And just what are the rules, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, gallant billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my typeface, classes to attend. Preferably ON TIME. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingerbreadth on the table and took a sip of the finely red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` hand me the weekend. If you decide to stay with me after that, you 'll quit your damn course of instruction, take the $ 2 million I offered, and become my slave. ``

Naya took a gulp of her wine-coloured, swirling the beautiful red liquid in the fine crystal glass, watching and imagining it was descent. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the great Damian Cruceaux is not the man to reclaim me ? What then ? ``

Damian shrugged. `` Then you are free to go and I will pay you a yr 's remuneration - $ 200,000. Do we birth an concord ? ``

The dusky-skinned college scholarly person frowned. `` By the placement in your ad, you said $ 2 million for just one night. Why would I correspond to stay with you for two night and forego all that easy money ? ``

But the billionaire returned her intellectual assertion with a carefully impassive expression. `` You tell me, daughter. You are the one who said you were concerned in something MORE than a one-night stall. That is what I now offer. So…what do you decide, Naya ? What would my cute and aphrodisiac girlfriend choose ? ``

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that Son. girlfriend. He said it like it was a muddied Logos. Like it implied acts she could barely conceptualise of. A quiver ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be careful. Do n't you call up Rebecca 's words ? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your aliveness do something that is on-key to who you are. Not the individual you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's goodly and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

Naya sighed, and her lips opened to form three staring actor's line. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would find next. I guess I was wrong, she realized not long after. The limousine had come to pick them up, but this time it was a different number one wood who ushered them into the back seat. inside, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting side by position on the plush leather shock opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every motility had the easygoing limberness of a mountain lion. He casually put an arm about her as the driver gunned the limo into the rain-soaked night.

For a patch traffic seemed to slow everything to a crawl, but the aggressive device driver eventually got them to the highway, and soon they were leaving the city behind altogether.

'' Where are we headed ? '' Naya asked.

She noticed that Claire and Pierre were holding hands. Claire 's face was almost glowing, as if she was amped up on speed.

'' A small-scale private aerodrome I use every now and then. It 's a bit of a parkway. We 've got some time, '' Damian said mildly.

He looked at Naya pointedly. His optic bored into hers.

'' Um. Can I help you ? '' she said. She gave an awkward grin, but his steely-eyed regard gave away nothing.

'' Strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

'' Strip. clothes off. Every smidgin. Now, Naya. I 'm not asking. ``

Naya felt her body go moth-eaten. A moment later, though, heat energy flooded her veins. The intellection of him seeing her completely defenseless tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a youth woman and a man in a tux. She looked over at the two of them, and her boldness must have shown her electric shock.

Claire 's eyes had widened with some astonishment of her own, but she kept tranquilize. Pierre just looked impassively at Naya, his eyes neutral rather than judging.

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making sure this was real. Damian nodded, and his hand made an imperious motion. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to capital of South Dakota. The two men 's unspoken substitution of looks revealed that they had a Bond beyond the simple employer-employee relationship. Pierre nodded and turned to Claire.

'' Claire, take off your dress. Now. ``

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to meet his. For a second she did n't travel, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the youthful blonde slowly unbuttoned the back of her apparel, slipped unloose of the soft satin, and shimmied free of the sleep of it. She was now in only a shining crimson bra and panty. following she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her delicious articulatio coxae, sliding them gracefully off of her ankles. The heels came off then, and there was cipher but natal day suit. Just feminine beauty, raw and unvarnished.

The naked blonde sat beside Pierre, her lithesome breasts displayed for the other three people in the limousine to look up to. The thatch of pubic whisker enshrouding her sex seemed to prognosticate a universe of delights.

'' Open your thigh a small wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, unfold and let out. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or sheer sexual arousal, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's centre with a face of triumph, like a person does when they 've just conquered a fright, and it gave Naya an unbelievable rush.

Before anything more could be done, Naya found her hands reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed framework without too lots hassle, finally letting it flop to the side as she sat beside Damian in only her ping lace-bra and pinko panty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush body. The blonde 's picket skin and feminine curves were beautiful, uncomplicated as that.

There was n't anything to be ashamed of, was there ? Why should she be so reluctant to show her beauty to this man who promised she could be his ? Why should she worry that he wanted her smasher to be seen by others ? She finally quieted all the wrestling, guilt-infested warnings in her brain and tried to take the concluding plunge. She reached backward, touching her bra shoulder strap. Her fingers froze.

'' Does it help, Naya ? Seeing your fellow slave naked before you ? Does it commit you courage ? When you answer me, send for me professional. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to take off your clothes as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without feelings of mercy. But you must show me you are trying. Are you giving this your Best effort, Naya ? ``

The brunette nodded, biting her lip. `` Yes…Master. I…I ca n't though. I 'm almost naked as it is. But in front of everyone ? It's…it 's not right. ``

'' Society has taught you to be ashamed of your own torso. Do n't speak to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful matter in your mind. Now do what I say. Take off what remains of your clothing. I would see the existent you - a au naturel, pristine Naya, a hard worker of unrivaled knockout. ``

As he said the words, though, Damian gently did the employment for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to reveal her supple cones. He then slowly slid her panty down her peg, all the way to her ankle, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the nook, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her parturition. Her cunning butt felt the cool leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her uncovered cunt back talk. She felt a thrill of risk, of foreplay, and it was all both disconcert and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's consistency. They were not the Saami, but neither was more or less beautiful than the former. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned pelt was a shade darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly larger, the nipple larger and more pronounced. Naya 's suave belly with its belly-button closed chain added an exotic temptingness beneath her well-formed breasts, and the muscular tone in her blazon and peg was unmistakable.

'' What do you think, capital of South Dakota ? Are these slave not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulders, hugging her desolation to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a ballgame. Naya could n't trust how sexually mindful she felt. Every rub of his leg against her naked thigh…even through the fabric of his bloomers - sent sensations all the way to her loins. She had to consciously prevent her body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

But her mamilla were already hardened, a shameful giveaway for all to see. They did n't judge her for it, though. She waited for a condemnation that never came.

'' They are both recherche, master copy. I can definitely promise a nigga a spade, '' capital of South Dakota said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her shoulders in a similar genitive stance. He went a step further, though, claiming her mouth with a tender kiss. Claire moaned, her nipples beading too, and her nudity trembled as his rima oris worked hers, her lingua responding. At conclusion they came away from each other, mouth parting softly.

Claire 's respiration was labored, and her chest rose and fell with a gorgeous rhythm.

'' Would you suck my cock, slave ? Put your mouth on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the black man 's leather belt, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his mire. Her graceful hands moved to slide down his pants and undergarments, letting a midst, long peter outpouring free.

Naya could n't consider this was happening. She gaped even as she felt Damian deftly guide her onto his lap, cupping her white meat gently in his hands. `` What do you see, Naya ? Tell me. I want you to identify what you feel. ``

Naya 's mouth had gone dry, dry as a desert, but she tried. She watched as Claire slowly began licking the underside of Pierre 's black cock, starting at the al-Qaida, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blond then swirled her spit against the tip, ripping a tiresome groan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his rooster, superior. She 's taking him in her sassing, '' Naya whispered. Her twat felt warmth. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heating despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her lip back and Forth River along Pierre 's manhood. There was a gruntle, suckling rhythm, its strait soon manifest in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blonde slurped up and down capital of South Dakota 's genus Phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's lucky hair into two clenched fists, groaning more deeply as she went to exploit on him. Her case bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her mouth.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your middle as my cock filling your mouth, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his shaft, her tongue caressing the length of his dick. She pumped her font back and Forth, the suckling sound intensifying until Pierre grasped her head and gently forced her all the way down onto his genital organ. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the girl bottomed out on his pubic hair, her nuzzle practically touching his crotch.

After several seconds, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with drawstring of pre-cum drifting from her sass. She wiped them with her wrist and then began to lap up the sides of his quill, her hands tenderly pumping his manhood even as her tongue laved his cock-head as if it were a goody.

Naya sat there in disbelief, her loins wet with dreadful desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a ambition. Instead, though, the young charwoman felt the appalling tactile sensation of two fingers gently rubbing against her uncovered clitoris. Damian 's fingerbreadth. The man was tender but unfaltering - and what began as blue-blooded rubs soon became firm strokes, stoking a fiery penury that coursed through the brunette 's every nervure.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her breasts heaved as he tormented her with the luscious attack of touch. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her soft duct. She tried to go on her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that long, black cock. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her sass on the beam again, this fourth dimension bottoming out on the grim slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, fresh chain of gooey cum drifting from her sass. These she gathered with her fingerbreadth, licking them clean as if they were a sugary treat.

'' good, slave. How does your Master 's cum tasting ? '' Pierre rumbled.

Claire was startled as the big man grasped her by the nape of the neck, leaning down to osculate her savagely. She groaned as the man 's other handwriting reached behind her well-proportioned tail, inserting a finger into her exposed pussy. Claire 's resulting moan made Naya 's kitty nearly flood. Damian 's finger had been tormenting her this entire time, and seeing her comrade slave being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you feeling, Naya ? '' Suddenly the blessed fingers stopped moving, and dashing hopes tore through Naya 's naked torso. She thrummed with need, and her private parts had been unconsciously thrusting forward to match the billionaire 's touch.

'' I…I look heat, Master. Your fingers feel so sound inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't block, '' she confessed.

'' You want Sir Thomas More, you 'll have to clear it Naya. '' Damian let the dustup hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his knickers, slid them and his unmentionable down to his legs. She paused a consequence, admiring the full package in her care. His thick, vein-bulging peter was heavily for her, so expectant. She imagined the feeling of want which must be surging through his whole dead body, the blood rushing to the duration of his shaft.

She gently licked the tip of his cock, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the shaft straining inside her back talk. Her sass formed a tight'O'around it as she pumped her mouthpiece up and down, bobbing up and down his peter until she could hear his hearable moan join those of Pierre.

This feeling of ascendence she had over him, it made her finger incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a febrile intensiveness. time seemed to strike away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's au naturel thighs, gripping so hard as her rima oris bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` bread and butter suction me, cute fiddling cunt. Impale that sweet little mouth on my tool. Yes ! '' Damian 's vox had changed now. It sounded more like the savage beast she 'd dreamed of in her fancy than the sizeable businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his shaft of light with her clapper, her tooth gently grazing his quill as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her moderately brim. Before he could even recover though, the brunet had impaled her mouth again, squeezing the sides of his shaft with her tongue as she slurped like a selfless striver. Damian 's groans reached a crescendo. He gasped, his hands grasping her by the shoulders and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' open your mouth, slave. OPEN ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her boob. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final serial of spirt covering her typeface and mouth. When he was at finish fully spent, Damian lifted her book binding onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to relish the gaming of emotions across her cheek as his helping hand fondled her sex, tormenting her button to new height.

Naya 's backtalk opened in a wordless, agonised moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the sticky cum on her side, its pungent scent filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the hellhole in her core - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately needing release. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingerbreadth desperately, grinding her hips with fervency. She did n't deal anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limousine on a highway, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender skin senses. She felt his finger cajole, batter and rape her button in the most titillating touching she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's index finger finger's breadth plunged into her sex, rubbing against the incline of her passion channel, piling one wiz on top of the other until she could recoup it no more.

'' What are you feeling, knuckle down ? differentiate ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's moans plateaued, and her physical structure climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his index finger fingerbreadth as she came hard, her juices flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender arms grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his vest as she felt herself riding out the sexual climax. Her naked, shuddering muliebrity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's untried face pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her strong breathing spell panting against his neck.

She 'd lost all sense of sentence and sentience. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some time before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big smutty man 's pecker. The blonde 's sexy cheek bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy phone of their sexuality joining filling the elbow room with a changeless rhythm.

Naya blushed, but she also felt completely sated, content. She curled into Damian 's arms, her head against his pectus.

'' We will be at the drome soon, slave. Now get some rest. I will have new challenges for you once we arrive. '' Naya tried to stay awake, but her eyes were ponderous. The hotshot flitting by the limo 's windowpane seemed to lull her into unconsciousness. All she could think was that none of it was real.

Yet if that was admittedly, then why had her consistency never felt so alive ? She remembered his deal inside her diffuse passion and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his manhood between her pussy sass, impaling her damp heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a shaft so rigid and filled with need. Then she felt his heat fill her interior, her centre snapping undecided as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his chest, the airport terminal lights twinkling in the distance.

'Where is he taking us ?'she wondered. The possibilities were enough to beat back her mad.

CHAPTER 5

Naya was dismayed when she realized that her cum-covered facial expression and breasts had made smears on Damian 's once pristine tux.

'' I 'm sorry…Master. I did not mean to get you messy, '' she said lamely, her cheeks flushed. Damian gave her an indulgent smirk. He leaned in, kissing her sticky lips.

'' Do not concern yourself, Naya. Time soon enough for me to be slipping into attire less constricting. We 'll get you cleaned up on the plane. Are you thirsty ? '' Naya licked her dry backtalk and realized that she was. When she nodded, Damian retrieved a glass, used the dispenser which the limo was equipped with, and handed her a cold deglutition of water. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her Master and put it in the cup bearer.

She looked at her environs - this perfectly ordinary bicycle limo - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting naked following to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them capital of South Dakota lay sideways on the broad leather shock absorber, his arm wrapped around a naked Claire. Her external respiration was even and deep, and so was his.

'' They sleep well together, do n't they ? '' Damian said, amused. `` I knew they would be a salutary match. ``

Naya gave her Master a unbelieving facial expression. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one agile fuck a fiddling early to be crowing your success ? '' Naya realized that the cynical side of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the words, but Damian seemed to add out the uncensored version of her, both the bad and the good.

Damian gave her a harsh stare. `` Is that what you think this is all about ? Then I see you have very much to learn still, slave. very much. '' The limo came to a stop near the rail, and Naya could just see on the rain-scoured tarmac where a buck private jet waited, maybe a football plain away. The rain had waned to a barely noticeable drizzle.

The billionaire leaned across to the other seat, nudging his associate awake. Pierre awoke with a start, snuffling like a boar before rubbing at his sleepy centre and gently stirring Claire awake too.

'' It is time, my Friend. The airplane is ready, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the door. `` What are you waiting for, Naya ? You go first. ``

Naya gaped at the iniquity before turning back to him. `` I need my clothes and purse. ''

Damian shook his head. `` Those will be brought along by Marcus, my other driver. You will accompany me to the plane just as you are. ``

The brunet looked down at her nakedness and could n't believe what this man was asking her. It was one matter to be can naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee friend and a mate woman. To be walking out into the open - along a rails where just anyone could be watching. That would be awful. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful torso walking bare, displayed proudly beside your Master ? said a tiny voice in her head.

She looked at Damian one Thomas More time. His oral cavity was set in a firm line. He was severe. Dead serious. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to meet her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a abstruse, fortify breath, Naya slipped out of the limousine and stood with her air foundation on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic fuzz, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her nipples into cold-sharpened beading. She breathed in the refreshing scent of rain and pine tree trees. The airport was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her let down back. `` What do you feel, Naya ? Shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful charwoman. My gorgeous hard worker. I rule here, and you have nada to fear. I own this airport. No one will defy justice you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the business organisation in his face. Just here and now before he had looked irritated, stung by her harsh intelligence about Claire and capital of South Dakota. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her heart ache just a slight. She impulsively slipped her arms around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a foresightful, lingering kiss. He tasted of razzing for some reason, and her senses awakened, the rub of his undershirt along her white meat creating a enjoyable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male person flying co-occurrence, their blue vests looking almost Joseph Black in the night, materialized in front of the limousine. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help carry anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with difficulty, trying to stay fresh the red from creeping onto her face.

'' Please Master. Ca n't you give me something to wear ? ''

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such courage, Naya. Yet already your will stammer and you let society 's brainwashing creep back in. I see I may need to be a little firmer with you. '' He gestured at Pierre, who retrieved something from the social movement glove compartment of the limo. He handed Damian a bright span of silver cuff, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her wrist in nominal head of her and then gently cupped the agglomerate of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

'' Now will you behave, Naya ? I can add a collar and leash if you think to query my orders again. ``

Naya quickly shook her question, sighing as his helping hand gently conformed to the shape of her sexy fanny, urging her forward.

Every footstep felt similar torture to Naya. She felt like chattel being paraded before a triumphant throng, even though the runway was virtually empty. A few airdrome personnel went about their responsibility, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his cortege. Claire walked with noticeable restiveness, clearly uncomfortable in the Lapp way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunet. Pierre gestured her up the ramp first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the steps onto the plane.

The moment she set metrical foot inside a rush of backup man swept through her. She was given a tail beside Claire, and the two bare slaves were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and breasts with the cuff still on. When Damian saw that she was having a fiddling trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you care me to help, slave ? '' The kindness in his middle disarmed her even though she was angered at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a captured hard worker girl brought to ancient Eternal City, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an tetchy look, but quietly nodded. With deft strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her bosom, cheeks, and elsewhere on her face.

Then he gave her a beguiling, gentle buss. `` Be beneficial. Pierre and I will be back soon. ``

Both men disappeared beyond the drapery which divided the lounge area of the aeroplane from the battlefront of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the type of sheet. She guessed it could seat 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for business traveling, and it was well stocked with drinkable of all variety - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juices, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare bit of seclusion.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how cumbersome she felt. Why did sitting naked next to somebody change her ability to think or talk normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't clear sense, but the awkwardness was like a fog on all sides.

Claire smiled. `` More than a picayune, Naya. I 'm bad you were so uncomfortable back there. I was just as uncomfortable…but I 've tried to listen to what Pierre 's been urging me to do. To not conceive so much. To just let myself palpate. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a soft jest. `` That probably sounds stupid, does n't it ? ``

'' No. Not to me, '' Naya replied. She gave her new friend a little grin. `` It looked to me like you were enjoying Pierre quite a bit 'more than a little .'I was a little distracted by Damian of course. ''

Claire nodded, an evil smiling lighting up her pretty cheek. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few looks your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his peter, feeling the rakehell rushing through his humanity, my hand resting on the straining musculus of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to jerk his crotch upward into my warm mouth. Naya shook the memory away, but the sentiment already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, bedamn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these whiz she could n't look to control.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. blonde looked at her friend, gently patting her hand. `` I think he adores you, you know. At first I was so pass water off, when Pierre told me that I was to be HIS engagement, and not Damian 's. But after we sat down to dinner, we really hit it off. We talked for hour, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this minute connection. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same thing. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure. I 've already managed to say some stupid things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave submissive lifestyle…I do n't recognize. I just feel like I 'm between two human beings, the unloosen person I want to be and the somebody whose soundbox I 'm stuck in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't know how to be that with all these reverse opinion telling me that what we 're doing is unseasonable. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a inglorious tie and business coat placed her purse just out of arm 's reach.

The sexy brunette leaned over to awkwardly grab it with her cuff hired man, but suddenly Damian Cruceaux was there instead, towering above her. He laid a hand gently on her chest, pushing her backward, forcing her head teacher against the headrest.

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

Naya looked at the handbag again. Her smartphone, on vibrate, was ringing loud and clearly, jostling against the early accessories in her purse. `` I need to answer that. That 'll be my roommate Rebecca. She 's probably calling to jibe on me. I should answer, tell her I 'm okay and that I wo n't be back tomorrow. ``

'' Did I say you could have telephone set perquisite, knuckle down ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in sake. A suppressed grin could n't hide the body fluid in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

'' Please…Master. '' She 'd almost forgotten to squall him that. `` passkey, let me reply. ''

'' Hmm. I 'm not feeling terribly generous now, Naya, but I think I could be persuaded. '' He took her purse, walked over to a plush sofa across the aisle, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going morass as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to strip out of his tux, clothes trouser, and polished black shoes. He was soon naked before her, his torso rippling with sinew that she 'd suspected had been there from the moment she first saw his picture.

Naya felt her core rising tide with arousal as he lay back on the lounge, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll make you a pot, slave. Come here and mount me. nookie me. Ride this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her telephone number and put the phone to your ear. You can tell your roomy that everything 's all right then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. fit ? ``

The dark-haired college student thought matter could n't get any more usurious. From the auditory sensation of the ad, she 'd guessed that Damian Cruceaux might be irregular and a little severe. But this ? This was n't just usurious. Appalling. Horrifying. Those Scripture came to mind.

So why are your nipples hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that midget voice scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her cunt all the way through her chest and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her feet and walked across the aisle. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his naked frame until his prick pressed gently against her belly. It was long, thick and ready for her…and it made her blood run hot.

'' I…Master, please let me bid. Then I 'll jazz you. I promise. '' Why did the idea of talking to Rebecca while in such a compromising place terrify her ? Naya 's pump was racing like it wanted to break out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's men cupped one of her breasts, squeezing just enough to heighten the genius until it wrested a moan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please captain. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. necessitate it or depart it. This will be the live chance to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either call her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading look. She wondered how many other women had given him that same do-or-die pleading expression, and been refused any mercy in return. He gently pinched her left nipple between quarter round and forefinger, and she hissed in shock at the esthesis of pain integrate with pleasure.

'' Tell me what you are feeling, hard worker. Why do you waver ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your fear holding you back. Not me. '' Those words seemed to penetrate her defense lawyers, making her realize just how arbitrary her reverence truly was. Why could n't she talk to Rebecca now ? What made making love to Damian, writhing on top of his cock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some scandalous secret ? The horny brunette licked her lips and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed handwriting. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entrance to her sex, then eased herself down the first inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her ramification would soon interchange that. She slowly rocked back and Forth River, her intellect reverting back to the dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the fancy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness assembly between her legs. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and Forth on his rigid phallus, more and more of it wedged its way deep.

Soon she was moaning, her sex lifting up and bouncing back down onto his shaft. Her wetness had coated him now, lubricating them both. Her hands gently kneaded his chest as she fucked herself, impaling her warm pussy on his peter.

'' What do you feel, slave ? Talk to me, '' Damian said, almost begging. She looked down at him, heat melting her eyes.

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to go yours, Master. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the stride. I love the way you feel…so deep inside me, '' she admitted, her vocalism turning to almost a soft purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his cock between the seal of her cunt lips.

Claire was watching intently, her eyes glued to the scene. When Naya noticed her watching she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive feeling of pity and instead plunged her damp heat energy harder onto her fan 's cock, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roomie now, master ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the rest beside them, the adept to gently emergency and torment Naya 's Edward Young nipples and tit. Reluctantly he pulled his hired hand away from the well-sculpted cones and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

'' 1507, '' she sighed, her sex moving upward, only to fare crashing down to once more feel the comprehensiveness of his pecker.

Damian keyed it in, went to the contacts list, dialed Rebecca. He held the phone to Naya 's ear even as she rode his cock with tender, loving pumps. She sighed, biting her lip as the vocalisation on the other end spoke up, edged with panic.

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been worried sick ! I heard from a friend, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her sister had responded to that Lapp ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a whole seraglio of women to select from, that he picked two out of the crew at a warehouse down by the docks district and just whisked them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

Naya froze, sitting atop the billionaire 's cock and unsure what to say.

'' I 'm ... o.k. Rebecca. '' She stifled a groan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging gaze told her to 'keep fucking .'This was office of the accord. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl display, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated beam. The flabby friction of his stopcock rubbing against her insides was heavenly, and she wanted to moan so badly but couldn't.

'' Naya ? Talk to me. Where are you ? You do n't vocalize fine. ``

That 's because I 'm better than fine, Becky. Or was she ? She should have been terrified, Naya thought. She still did n't make a clue where Damian Cruceaux was taking her. All she knew was that she was being flown to god knew where.

'' Look, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The former girl was needed for, for something else. He chose ME, Rebecca. He chose to drop the even with me. After…uh…after dinner he offered me the chance to stay the hale weekend with him. I said yes. ``

'' Naya, what 's damage ? Why are you groaning ? Are you hurt ? I hope you take in how bat-shit looney this all speech sound. Do you really want me to believe that you 're going to be sharing Damian Cruceaux 's bed tonight ? That this billionaire, of all the aphrodisiacal char in the existence, picks you to be his playmate for a night ? ``

'' Would that be so wrong ? '' Naya said, surprised at the surge of anger her roommate 's statement awoke in her.

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to expect out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux hope you matter he ca n't deliver. I 'm sure he gets women a dime bag a dozen, steady. I do n't think you should sleep together a guy like that, no thing how rich he is. ``

Naya bristled. `` Well maybe it 's none of your concern, Becky. I 'm staying the weekend with him. With Damian Cruceaux. consider what you want. '' To repel away the anger Naya upped the pacing of her impalements, enjoying the pleasant-tasting champion as she bottomed out on Damian 's phallus.

'' Just tell me this. Tell me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her best friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the feel of apology in her spokesperson. She half considered hanging up on her Quaker. It would serve her right to make her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd sent louse of guilt threading through her thoughts.

The brunet almost lost it when Damian put his unloose hand against her pubic hair, his digit gliding across her clit, stroking and demanding a response. Naya opened her mouth to let out a wordless moan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll cry you Mon morning. I 'm fine, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't worry about me. '' The here and now Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned loud and crystallize, her succus dripping onto his peter. She humped his humanness harder, the diffuse rocking of her physical structure weight moving back and Forth River with animalistic forwardness.

'' Hmm…what are you feeling now ? I sensed hurtful words, Naya. What did your roomie say to you ? '' Damian asked.

'' She…she told me that you were just another playboy looking for a shtup. ''

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eyes oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to answer. `` cum here, young lady. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian poke his stopcock upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to meet her completely. She shuddered as his gratuitous hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the bound. She felt herself go into spasm, her juices coating every inch of his rigid member. Naya sighed as his back talk captured hers, passionately taking a buss until she moaned in his mouth.

The plane began to move, gathering f number. Were they taking off already ? Should n't she be belted in and seated ? But Damian seemed to have everything prepared for. He slipped out a key which had been hidden between two of the cushions and unlocked her handlock.

'' Hold on compressed, picayune cunt. Keep fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her hands to grip the backrest of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvis thrust upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting modification of angle, her capitulum nearly popping as they made the ascent. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute seat, ramming herself down to join them as one, a feminine cocktail dress around Damian 's engorged pecker.

Damian cupped her breasts gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will hold dear you, buckle down. You are much Thomas More to me than a shag. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my prick. '' He lay back, his hands slipping up to her berm, massaging them as the consequence of coming tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his name as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his member vellication inside her again and again and again.

It felt like being conquered, but also liberated. It felt like being claimed, but also respected and loved in the most profound way. Naya groaned as her sassing captured his, taking charge. He sighed beneath her, completely spent, his prick growing flaccid inside the slip, cushy, and now-sticky folds of her sex.

She cupped his face in her men, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I trust you ? '' she asked. That interrogation - trust - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't require to let herself go vulnerable to someone with his sort of power, someone who could always accept what he wanted. And Rebecca was in good order. She did n't really KNOW anything about him at all. She 'd known him for LE than 24 time of day. He was a man with resources, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will essay that you can confide me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the crook of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the lounge, draping a cover over her defenseless variety. `` Rest for the residual of the night, slave. I will get hold on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendee if you should involve anything, anything at all. '' He turned to take the air away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' Master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please detain. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender aspect, and to Naya 's daze he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The couch was full enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like buff, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his lovingness, his muscled arm draped over her tit, his intimation warm on her neck opening. He stroked her shiny tresses of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like okay strands of silk down the other slope of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, closed his oculus, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a long metre to the rhythm of his breathing rather than let sleep require her. Naya could n't help it.

There was a tearing aching in her chest. Is this what love tone like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crushes before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A surreptitious grinning slid over her face and she snuck one eye undecided. There was a couch across the way, and capital of South Dakota and Claire seemed to be making full use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on helping hand and knees, her custody on the armrest as capital of South Dakota fucked her from behind. She had a leather collar around her cervix attached to a silver triplet. capital of South Dakota pulled on it just a minuscule, forcing Claire 's cervix higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to flap down that hot pussycat back to meet each of my shtup. Now nookie me, short bitch. I want to feel you encase every inch of my hammer ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little harsh than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's gustatory perception were different than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's unattackable personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

She watched, fearfulness surging through her brain. Should she wake Damian ? Had he ever needed to discipline one of his employees who 'd gone too far ? Naya watched as the slender blonde moaned, pushing her cute buttocks backward as the slap of two gender joining filled the air.

'' Yes…Master…call me your bitch. Fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growling was almost brute rather than feminine, and Claire 's white meat shook with the force of capital of South Dakota 's thrusting. Seeing the huge smutty man dwarfing her lithe, feminine sort was a strange demarcation. If Naya did n't recognize serious, she 'd almost wonder if Pierre would break her fragile, naked body at any moment. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard capital of South Dakota 's voice suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, slave ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with punishing, powerful straight thrust, but it was the unseasoned blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those thrusts, begging him to call her names that made Naya flush.

Pierre stilled, one mitt still jerking the leash back, the other manus gently slapping the firm buttocks cheeks at his disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each prison term, encasing him. capital of South Dakota was barely moving now, letting Claire prescribe the force-out, the rhythm of their coupler. `` What do you go for for, buckle down ? recite me what you feel or I wo n't move another muscleman. Talk to me. ``

Claire sighed, her hip lunging backward as she moaned. `` I…this has been my fantasy, Master. To be fucked from behind savagely. With a collar around my neck. To be treated like a striver. ``

'' And then ? '' Pierre prodded. `` Do n't mindlessly immerse yourself in the phantasy. clean up the threads, and let them guide you. Think about the subconscious mind desires underneath it, Claire. What do you want me to do next ? ``

The revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid blue middle. She sighed, her hoarse answer unmistakable. `` Eat out my snatch, Master. Please. ``

It took only that unproblematic request, and the formerly dominating Master had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender young blond, and began to lick tenderly at her pussy. His tongue strokes, sucks, and poke were joined by candy kiss and then gently stroking fingerbreadth which massaged the walls of her cunt between tongue flicks. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her life was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as swither sheened on her forehead. The girl 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and forth as Claire 's head whipped left and decent, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your appreciation more than anything in the earthly concern, '' Pierre growled, his tongue eating out her now sopping wet bitch. In a few to a greater extent second base, with his tongue firmly stroking her love line, Naya watched as Claire squealed a powerful orgasm, her organic structure shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's strong arm, looping about Claire 's shank, held the girl from flying over the precipice.

Many long moments later the exhausted missy sighed, begging capital of South Dakota. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her sated kitty-cat, fucking her with zeal, his oink joining hers until he yanked on the leash once again, growling in the consequence of climax. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid member. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt brim, staining the frame shock absorber, but sea captain and slave did n't handle.

Pierre lay back on the couch as she snuggled on top of him, letting his arms enfold her as he kissed the top of her disheveled head teacher, the ponytail frayed in half a dozen places.

'' Master…thank you. give thanks you for playing out my fantasy. '' Claire sighed.

'' I would do anything for you, bunny-rabbit. You are my Claire. You are my cherished hard worker. ``

Pierre 's words were so sappy that at beginning Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the Sir Thomas More she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lover ensconced on the lounge, she wondered what right hand she had to jeer. companionship would 've called it hedonistic emptiness. Yet the adept she 'd felt here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more accepted, than any party her friends from Christian church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the standards she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that issue ? Thomas More to the stop, it seemed a honest affair to Naya.

For the first gear time ever, she did n't feel the need to hide. To make she was something she was n't. She could even learn another couple make love almost ripe beside her and signified that sexual energy, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be honorable unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very affair that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and paragon which were really the most empty.

Naya let these sentiment roam and war in her head as nap finally claimed her. The star-lit clouds drifted by as the individual jet made its way through the night.

CHAPTER 7

Bright luminance seeped underneath the subterfuge, and Naya awoke with a startle, realizing that she was on a comfortable bed. She was naked still, her articulatio radiocarpea and articulatio talocruralis bound to the bedposts. Spread-eagled like that she felt both helpless and alive. She looked down, feeling a unknown sensation pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal prong had also been carefully inserted into her puckered jam. The twist now buzzed in her cunt and ass, creating sensations she did n't bang were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bond certificate.

A room access opened and footfall sounded like whispers on the carpet. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like cheek with its five o'clock shadow loomed over her. He looked down at her with tenderness. He gently stroked his hand along the brunet 's fount.

'' Good morning, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flying I gave you a small something extra to make you sleep. This is my version of an alarm clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and tail. Naya moaned, her torso opinion overwhelmed by the stimulant. Her chest were crowned with signal petty rap nipple, foreplay swamping her effect. She could feel herself trembling from the bakshis of her finger's breadth all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute lips, making her moans all the more opaque as she begged for him to have the rubber bollock gag out of her mouth.

Damian immediately unfastened the gag, waiting as Naya sputtered and cleared her dry pharynx.

'' Please, Master. It 's so much flavor. My ass…uhhh…it 's never been filled, '' she gasped.

'' And how does it FEEL buckle down ? You 're focusing on what you think is rightfield or faulty because of society 's ruler. It 's supposedly dirty, to give birth something in that versed space inside you. But how do you truly look, Naya ? What is that wizard in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jolts of movement with the jest at shot within her snatch and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were enjoyable. Even maddening. She continued to moan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving chest. He watched her eyes virtually of all, his regard penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her trammel. Finally her soundbox arc upward, the double penetration forcing an coming from her youth feminine core.

'' OHHH…god. You bastard. I'm…I 'm coming ! '' and Naya came hard on the rubberized, whirring dual stopcock. Damian watched with expiation, intent on his feminine slave. He leaned over, suckling on her nipples, and then withdrew, waiting for her muscle spasm to taper off.

'' What is your dead body telling you, slave ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't make August 15. Do n't ask what you SHOULD experience. Tell me how you ACTUALLY find. Do you understand ? ``

Naya licked her lips, the orgasm rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her pussy and anus seemingly with a 100 rubbings every second. `` Please, Master…stroke me. Touch me. ``

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her intellect and body reeling towards nothingness. The insight deep in her honey line and ass intensified, and her irregular orgasm tore through her with as lots potency as the first. The dog-tired girl lay on the bed for two Sir Thomas More wheel of build-ups and orgasm before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the twist free of her sated feminine body.

The Whitney Young brunet sighed and looked down at the two rubberize shaft, soaked in her juices.

'' This is the Truth, slave. This is who you are. A charwoman who deserves pleasance. To give it and meet it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked body over hers, inserting his shaft between her bitch rim, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their bodies as one. Her calm down grunts belied the penury surging through her cunt. The joy of having his cock filling her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his mouth, her tongue tussling with his as moan sang from her throat.

You were right, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, passe-partout. I would even confide you with my heart and soul. These were the actualization flashing through the girlfriend 's psyche. Naya had finally discovered a new sense of ego, and she would never be the like.

CHAPTER 8

Naya 's exhausted soundbox sagged with rest period while Damian loosen her bonds, helping her up from the bed.

The sweat-slicked missy looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. `` How did you continue me asleep for long enough to tie me up and put that filthy toy inside me ? '' she demanded.

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A gentleman does n't uncover his enigma. But if you must know…Cruceaux manufacture is primarily worry in pharmaceuticals. Our prized drug is a harmless sleeping pill without side effects. I may or may not have slipped one into your drink last night. It takes a few hours to subscribe to effect, but once it does… ''

Damian let the words trail away, and then the billionaire gently took her by the wrist. `` Come, let 's get you cleaned up. In fact, I think we could both use a thorough rain shower. harmonise ? ``

Naya followed Damian Cruceaux along hallways with immaculate marble flooring. `` Where are we ? '' she asked.

'' One of my private mansion. We are off the coast of Mexico on one of my buck private islands. It 's a suitable piazza for privacy…and diversionary attack, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pool. Continuing the impromptu term of enlistment, he led the naked Pres Young woman through an entranceway beside a sliding glass door and into a lavish fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a declamatory, flowery gilt nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a boozer falls of warm water supply onto his hair and facial expression.

He turned, offering his handwriting and encouraging her to link him. `` What 's improper, Naya ? Why do you waffle ? '' Naya was looking down at a wanderer creeping along the tiles in the toilet just outside of the cascade. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking movements. Damian moved to crush it, but Naya found her hand reaching out to grab his wrist joint.

'' No. Do n't. '' Damian gave her a strange look, but he drew his leg back.

'' What 's it done to you ? '' Naya scolded him. She carefully put her hand palm up on the soil, letting the wanderer crawl up onto her. She walked outside along the pool, deposited the spider in a potted plant next to respective overhanging vines, and returned back into the shower.

Damian was standing there, a strange twinkle in his eye, and shaking his head.

'' You are an unusual adult female, Naya. Have I told you that ? ''

Naya smiled. `` Yes, Master. A few fourth dimension actually. ``

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the rain shower swirled around her hair and shoulders, cascading down her back. The sluicing weewee felt like a unguent on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the same time. Her body pine, but in a good way, and she 'd acquire enough sleep. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the opinion thrilled Naya.

'' So…what do you have planned next ? ``

As she said those words, a sudden clink of manacle around each wrist joint left her firmly attached to the upright piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to locomote with the grace of a jaguar, effectively chaining her to the shower bath wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

Damian gave her a steely-eyed smell. `` You forgot to call me, Master. That, my striver, has backlash. I 'll be back later. ``

The young brunette felt a thrill of care tingle against her scalp. She felt her legs go weak, and her consistence felt overtake with foreplay. He was starting to tap into her phantasy again. Should she be afraid, though ? Tying her up while she was asleep was one thing…but this ? He had knowingly deceived her, tricking her into the shower before cuffing her. Now she stood defenseless in the shower, the hot water sluicing against her glistening breasts, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic hair.

fountainhead, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get prosperous, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her entire consistency, welcoming the caresses of the hot water against her neck opening and scalp. But sentence ticked by. Moments and minutes passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get itchy, Damian strode in carrying a duffle bag bag. He was still undress, his dead body gleaming with the wetness of his warm rinse in the exhibitioner.

He turned off the shower first and then toweled off her gorgeous body. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breasts and crotch. She did it to entice him, and it seemed to work judging from the way his rooster nip up, expectant and rigid.

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

'' Do you notice anything interesting about the manacle, slave ? ``

She shook her head, but something nagged at her. The cuffs were rubberized rather than metal, which struck her as a petty unusual. He put the duffle bag bag down and rummaged in it for a few mo before drawing out two gator clip attached to electrodes.

'' What are you doing, passkey ? '' Naya looked over her shoulder as Damian walked over to her, firmly attaching one clip to each of her nipples.

'' These cling to your sexy tits, slave. I 'm going to establish them an galvanising jar. Have you ever experienced the intense whizz of electrical energy though your more sensitive section, Naya ? There are few things I can equate it to. ``

Naya began to panic a piffling, despite the heat surging within her sex. `` But Master…I…that sounds irritating. I'm… ''

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her sentence, his tone clipped. `` And you must study that not all sound things come from delight. Some unspoiled things must be had through pain in the neck. '' He donned some protective gloves, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridges along its duration. He carefully slipped the case over his elongated manhood and gently approached her from behind. In one deal he 'd blame up a small box with a dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's mamilla were connected to the battery-powered box.

'' Do you know what this is, slave ? ''

Naya shook her head, but her middle took on a plead spirit. `` Please, Master. Do n't punish me. I 'll be in effect. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading discussion. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex campaign into overload. She looked down at his thick, unbending tool enmeshed in the protective sheath, the tiny ridgepole covering every column inch of his gibe.

If he puts that thing inside me, I 'm going to feel it, Naya realized. Those prominence and ridge would rub against her pussy in a thousand tormenting ways.

The billionaire 's smoky-grey eyes regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the telephone dial. Naya went rigid, moaning as the heat surged through her breasts. Her nipples tingled like they were about to abound into flame - but the flak never grew to a full the pits. She wailed a little as he turned up the voltage even more, and her breasts were bombarded by stimuli until she could n't experience her nipples.

There was a zing of bother now shooting through her nipples, but not the variety of annoyance that created a closedown of whiz. Just the opposite. The prickling in her breasts made the eternal rest of her body more aware. Her face, torso, legs, and even fundament thrummed with heightened sensitivity.

She looked back and realized that Damian 's masculine hired hand was slipping between her thighs, pushing her peg apart.

'' Look at you, you sexy fiddling pussy. I 'm going to traumatize those tits as I fuck you. This is your punishment. Understand ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the scruff of her neck. His detached hand grazed against her clit, spurring freshly need through her loins. `` If you do n't behave, maybe I 'll attach one of my clips to this disobedient piffling pussycat, '' he said menacingly even as his lips sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her face sideways to cope with his regard. Naya was still feeling the thrum of foreplay coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a vellication of fear. Now, as she looked into his center, no long flinty and cold, she realized that despite the realism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one more prison term to make certainly she had n't been overwhelmed.

A spark of gratitude flared in her breast, and Naya kissed him gruelling, her tongue surprising his.

'' Did I say you could snog me, little pussy ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her brass forward, giving her a playful slap on each butt face. He lined up his sheathe humanity and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute buttocks backward and upward, exposing her puss for maximum penetration.

Then, inch by agonizing in, he slid his sheathed cock between her pussy lips, rubbing back and Forth along the inside of her diffuse channel until groans escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the electroconvulsive therapy box sent tantalizing bursts of energy through her too-sensitive nipples.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it detriment, skipper, '' Naya moaned, but it was a groan which lacked the tone of pain. Instead it had the coloring of pleasure, of pain bequeathing living. Naya 's lithe consistency squirmed and her mitt pressed against the shower rampart tiles as the alligator clip continued to shoot galvanic stimulus into her supple cone.

'' UHHH…please Master. Please no more ! '' Naya begged, but it was a curious case of plea lacking real desire. She wanted this incredible spirit igniting her core, sending her organic structure into a horizontal surface of awareness she 'd never quite get. She was following the fantasy, letting the journey guide her. The naked girl let out a wordless coo of pleasance as Damian gripped her waist with one hand, the box in his other fist, and slammed his member deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced ecstasy as his cock pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The tantalization along the cock-sheath was setting her twat on fire, and the young lady was a dribble mess, her pubic region screaming for release.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman felt that throbbing cock shaft into the wet folds of her sex. All thought of where she was became nonmeaningful, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The room was now filled with the gentle slap of Damian 's testicles against her thighs and the continued moans ripped from her pharynx by the ECT stimuli.

'' Your cunt clutch my cock well, slave. Do you feel the electroshock surging through those aphrodisiac tits ? Hmm ? order me what you feel, slave. I want every item. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those words, his flavor commanding as he fucked her brutally from behind.

The Cy Young brunette tried to form coherent thoughts.

'' Do not be unmindful, slave. I do n't want a inane mate. I want a real cleaning lady - one who knows her fantasies, her deepest secrets and desires, no matter how wickedness, '' Damian growled. `` William Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, trivial slit, or it all stops NOW. ``

To Naya the departure of that incredible adept in her breast, of that cock filling her cunt, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her buttocks backward, impaling her damp heat on the sheathed humanity of her passkey.

'' No…please victor. I 'll tell you. I 'll state you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from buttocks, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, Master. It made me start to envisage things, to project certain….scenarios… ''

'' fantasy ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with oestrus. She leaned forward, making certainly her pussy was at a utter pinnacle for him to fuck.

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the texture of the condom on your rooster. Every clock time you go through me, it makes me feel so good. Your apoplexy make me palpate loved, maestro. Each clip you fuck me is like the perfective candy kiss. ``

'' And your titty, slave ? How do they feel ? Do you want the infliction to go away ? ``

'' No, Master ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't see to it it, and I do n't live when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the voltage for just a instant, sending her writhing as her nipples flared to living. The tingling hotshot lingered, making her breasts ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, punish her, his rooster filling her tight cunt as the electroshocks sent wave after waving of stimuli through her breasts and into her very core group. She could n't ingest it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a devil ? But how did awakening this shadow phantasy within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her individual, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the in vogue electroconvulsive therapy zapped her tit, and the penis battering through her purulent sent her over the edge. The slender brunette clenched her snatch around Damian 's turncock, flooding it with her gummy nectar and scent. It took what seemed eternity before her agonize, happily sated body could at last lean against the shower pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt tender workforce taking the gator clips off of her sore teat. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his peter, now sans sheath, and lovingly plunged into her heat with an even tempo. He groaned after a few moment, his warm seed mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his humanity free, he undid her cuffs.

The Lester Willis Young woman sank to the level, her legs pass around wide. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her legs, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his knife. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual osculation, his hands cupping her beautiful brass.

'' Well, knuckle down ? Do you have anything to say for yourself ? ''

Naya gave Damian a tired grin. `` passe-partout, this slave considers herself penalise VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and sensual joining of sassing. When he 'd finally land up enjoying the taste of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hand.

'' Would you like a tour of the relief of the mansion and the environs ? '' he asked, smoky-grey eyes filled with trade good humor.

Naya nodded, gratefully accepted the help up until she stood on wobbling pegleg. `` That sounds entertaining, Master. It 's not every day that a billionaire becomes my personal tour guide, '' she said with a wink.

Damian 's hammer twitched toward regeneration, and Naya let out a outrage little pant.

'' pile, boy ! Does he ever quit ? '' she said, her hand curling around the al-Qa'ida of his phallus.

Damian became very still, but he finally let a grin interbreeding his face. `` Not willingly, '' Damian said with a chuckle.

He took Naya 's hand, and the two walked side by side out into the sunlight.

CHAPTER 9

The tremendous term of enlistment took two 60 minutes, and by the end of it Naya 's calves were burning. It had been a good workout, though, and she had seen sufficiency opulence to fill several HGTV episodes. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an integral island ?

Not that you should be surprised, girl. How many billionaires DO N'T own one, she reminded herself.

Now, as she sat naked at a table by the consortium, playing chess with Damian, a soft breeze ruffled her long, silky hair.

Damian frowned at the chess panel, not liking his options.

'' Are you always this ruthless with your opponents ? '' Damian said, moving his bishop.

Naya smiled, swooping in with her knight. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's Shirley Temple Black knight now threatened to pounce on white 's queen.

'' Never go easy on your enemy. My dad taught me that, '' she replied with a smile.

Damian 's response surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the cheat table to give her a sweet, unsubdivided kiss. His stiff taste sensation lingered on her tongue. She did n't require it to go away.

'' You 're clever, slave. I 'll have to keep my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive feel, waited for him to pull in his future move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a fork maneuver that cost him his fairy before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his hands with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a game in…I ca n't commemorate how prospicient, damn it. '' The frustration was n't actual, and the glimmer in his oculus told her that he was impressed by her command of tactics.

Naya felt that ache in her heart return. Did she have intercourse this man ? She had to ask herself that head more forcefully now. He caught the distant face on her brass right away and would n't let her escape.

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

She glanced sideways at the setting sun above the crown. `` I was thinking that I trust you, Master. That I would trust you with almost anything. ``

'' Body and psyche ? '' Damian asked. Naya sensed a sudden tension in the air, but she nodded readily enough.

'' I…I think you 've already taken both, original. I 've never felt the way you made me experience today. Or last night. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his hands gently around her wrists. `` William Tell me one more phantasy, Naya. One more, to varnish this bail bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my only mate, my slave who I would hold dear above all else. ``

Naya shifted, feeling a minuscule uncomfortable by Damian 's word. Yet they were not as discomfiting as they once might let been. She sensed a subtle change within herself. The retentive she stayed away from the man, the Thomas More it seemed she could just respond without second-guess herself. Without the stifling guilt that usually lurked behind her thoughts.

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those couple discussion out took courageousness. It 's wrong, Naya. WRONG. Yet…yet it was there. A fantasy from her teenage years when she 'd first stumbled onto the tabu of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to girls, to cleaning lady. Not from a purely physical standpoint.

But she did find the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of restraint - intense fantasies where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in a great deal the same ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her on-key love. The dark Prince Charming. Her rich fantasy had always involved both constituent, and she 'd never told a somebody. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both hands on Naya 's svelte articulatio humeri, and then gently caressed the daughter 's blazonry as he looked her in the middle, refusing to let her glint away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to observe secret. Tell me, my pin-up hard worker. Tell me and I can make it existent. ``

She wanted to believe him, but Naya just could n't. She pulled frantically out of his grip and ran through the patio, into the hallway lined with marble, her au naturel feet pattering all the way to the sleeping accommodation where she 'd first arouse up.

The youth woman threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad musical theme, Naya. He 'll never make out you once you tell him the truth. But in no time at all his silhouette blocked the undecided door. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his cauterise hands stroking her hair. And it felt good. So good.

His aura settled over her like a mantle, and she finally swiped away at the tears on her cheeks.

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is nothing you have to revere - at least not from me. This place is our asylum, remember ? I wo n't let anyone hurt you. ``

Those actor's line finally gave her the strength. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling secret, the most shocking revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a smile. He did n't falter for a second from the concerned, steady expression that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her fantasy in shape and make it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the Moon filtering between the bars of the cubicle which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her throat etched with silver-tongued mark. Two thongs of rope bound her wrists to the headway of the cold, stainless steel steel body tray on which she 's been spread-eagle. Her legs were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive womanhood loomed above her, ordering her to continue completely still.

'' That 's right-hand, beef. Don't move. We 've captured you. My husband and I, we like to view little slattern like you who wander too far from home. Your OURS, slave. We own your little cunt. I 'm going to start you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and unspoiled friends. Sabrina Thompson was a sexy carrottop with toothsome curves, wax breasts, and a deceptively cherubic, young boldness. She had originally applied to be a flying attendant on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more authoritative talents. Her ability to massage away pain, to heal citizenry 's spirits, had made Damian eventually decide to hire her as a sex healer for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's preference for woman had meant that any romantic family relationship was out of the enquiry, Damian still kept in ghost with her…and knew to call on her when an employee came to him with a illusion involving female-on-female stimulus. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd secern Naya that, and to Naya 's impact she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous untested brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a natural rubber rooster in her lip, its peak facing upward. The foresighted, pink cock had wickedly abrasive rows of blow to enhance womanly joy, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female, and the thought sent her pussy into a dripping-wet state of arousal.

Ohhh god…I ca n't believe they 're doing this, Naya thought. Sabrina had creamy breasts, pale like the Moon. Naya stared at those breasts, admiring their beauty as Sabrina turned towards Damian and commanded him.

'' seed here, husband. Lick this adulteress 's kitty-cat. Look how wet she is ! give the little bitch a thorough cunt-sucking to keep on her distracted. I 'm going to mount the slut 's face and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunet 's loins were now blazing with want. Naya groaned with the rubber shaft fastened inside her mouth. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel torso tray, lowering her cunt slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the farseeing, slurred prick. Sabrina began a steady beat, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's face. The young woman moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the sick dominatrix as Damian knelt between her legs, his tongue flicking in earnest at Naya 's young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her hips twitching as Damian lapped at her slit. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her heat down on the farseeing rubberized phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that pussy in her face. The approximation of licking it gave her no pleasance in itself. But the idea of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's puss crashing down on that long, aphrodisiac artificial cock - that made Naya 's nipples harden. It made her moan and her pussy gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded nerve bundle until Naya could only moan and thrash underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunette 's young mammilla.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could speak, cunt ? Lie there and let me use your face as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juices glistening on the cock in your mouth ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's moans intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her kitty-cat with feverish desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's little clit until it was knockout and engorged. Naya 's privates began bucking upward into Damian 's fount. She was so cheeseparing. She could feel the sexual climax beckoning in her burden. Her loins rushed towards the finish line.

'' Not so fast, slight cunt. Husband, chip in this horny bitch a taste of your pecker. clobber her slit FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the expectancy of what was to come next was like liquid flame coursing through her veins, cunt and clit. This is overrefinement, she thought. terrific anguish. Her body hummed with desire, unendurable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to death as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her ankles, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless steel trunk tray. The cold blade had felt cold against her skin at first, but with the never-ending friction and the body heat of the male and female better half controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lithesome nakedness was sheened with perspiration, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her kitty down the stopcock fastened inside Naya 's young mouth. Naya 's groan deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the eubstance tray, pulled both of her peg up to expose her moist honey epithelial duct. He inserted his humanness and jab brutally to the hilt, filling her piano sex.

The college scholarly person imagined Damian leaning into her, his shaft plowing deeply into her pussy with his gaze fastened on the connection of their bodies. Naya imagined what it might bet like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's plunges down the hokey cock fastened to Naya 's typeface. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasize reach realization in her mind. She imagined herself - this helpless female captive taken by a brutal wife and husband…

She would never be allowed to be detached. She would be a typeface of delight, giving and receiving over and over again. Fucked and being fucked.

This ideal of pleasance bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated psyche, and she tried to keep a lid on the orgasm blossoming in her loins.

'' Do n't come yet, little cunt. Tell us what you want maiden ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you ask ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's cock embedded between the seal of her pussy back talk and she moaned. `` I…I honey being dominated like this, Mistress. I love your prick inside me at the same time Master. ``

'' Why, knuckle down ? Tell us why or we STOP here, and the pleasure ends, '' Damian said.

At last the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as thumb tack, her pussycat slick with its own juices. `` Because…to have two citizenry making me the center of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that ascendence over me, to me THAT is love, master. I feel love when your cock surges between my wooden leg. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the cock in my lip, making me feel like I 'm in the midsection of a storm of…of energy, giving pleasure as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your marrow or…I do n't know what to call it. Please, Master. Please, kept woman, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning facial expression, making surely that he was still game to continue. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in speedy succession, her juices coating the rubberized cock. At concluding, with her nipple beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the artificial cock, splashing it with her juice even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's coming. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's peter, milking him towards dismissal. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the arctic cock from the girl 's mouth. Sabrina took a footmark back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute fanny to the edge of the body tray, spreading her hips broad as he penetrated her with animalistic ardour. His penis pounded her, grueling and flying, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the sheepcote of her sex, arousal jumping through her pubes. Her tit were hard as tiny rhomb, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the to the lowest degree. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more way for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an vertex, his cock slamming between her peg until he tensed, their bodies joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her warmth. Naya 's head bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid state fondness of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her sexual climax, Naya blinked back to a gloss of normality.

The naked young char heard only her rapid external respiration, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his rima oris gently suckling on her breasts.

'' Mmm. I love how these new tits taste, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downward, his glossa laving at her slickened love line. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't appear to mind doing it in the least.

Is this what honey is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to meet her fantasy, no issue how nighttime and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with ship's boat cacoethes. Asking aught in getting even. His lingua gently stroked her kernel, bringing her one lastly twinge of delight before he withdrew.

He unhooked the G-string binding her wrist joint. She sat up and hugged him, and then he cupped her face, refusing to let her go.

'' well, Naya ? testament you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my first mate, my striver. I will fulfill whatever fantasies you desire and protect you. My philia is yours to be crushed or to be made whole by you alone. One question now. Do you accept ? ``

Naya 's middling face relaxed and she took a long moment to think. But there was nothing to decide. She did n't want to go back to a worldly concern Zane Grey and colorless. A world without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her mouth to his. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders as he crushed her breasts against his breast, his weapon system encircling her and holding her tight.

What am I going to differentiate them ? Naya wondered. She had a family and booster who would n't realize. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebecca, the best friend she had in the humanity. But she could n't do for Naya what Damian had. She had never known Naya on a degree this intimate, and could n't really. Maybe this is best for everyone, Naya thought.

No ! give up it ! That 's not why you 're doing this. That's how you 've always made the wrong choice in the past. Always thinking about what others want and never yourself. Denying who you are, Naya. Pretending the real you does n't subsist. Naya was done with that. She promised herself that.

Damian swept her off of the organic structure tray, carrying her in his arms.

'' We have another full-of-the-moon day ahead of us, and then the weekend is over. Do you call back our understanding ? ``

Naya gave him a shy smile. `` Yes, Master. I will leave the public behind to be with you. ``

'' No, Naya. You leave the man behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouth as their brim joined once to a greater extent, sealing a bond between master key and slave never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a misapprehension. Oh god. This is a bad idea. I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could retrieve as she felt Damian clout up in his stratagem Viper, throwing it into car park in front man of her former dormitory room. It had been respective months since her weekend tryst with Damian. She 'd called her roomy Rebecca early on a fateful Monday dawning those few month ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebekah had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

But what could Naya say ? She did n't know what to recount her friend. The one touch of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her booster behind. Severing that one relationship that had meant the world to her, even if it was n't always transparent.

No, that was n't quite true. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even know where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some copious billionaire 's playboy bunny rabbit ,'as Dad had put it in the voice mail message. The hurt and scorn in his voice had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would accept her parents fourth dimension to come to suitcase with the existent Naya.

The Naya who did n't want to be an engineer, who did n't want to be a career-obsessed feminist metrical unit soldier like Mom always dreamed about.

swarm obscured the moon in the night sky. Even with the campus lighting, the world seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

Damian gently squeezed her hand, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't know. There are butterfly in my stomach. respective plateful I think. ''

She had finally poured out her guilt to Damian a month ago, and he had come up with one of the most unconscionable proposals Naya could 've imagined. 'What if we asked her to bring together us ?'he 'd said. 'Will you let me explore this option, just to see if there 's a luck she might say yes ?'Those words had floored Naya.

Her practical, honorable, churchgoing friend would never, NEVER agree to live on an island with them in a surreal, sexually open man where phantasy came confessedly. It just did n't sound possible. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the name of Jake Caulfield, Rebecca 's longtime boyfriend. When she asked why he needed it, Damian had mysteriously said, 'Do n't worry…let me do the planning, erotic love .'

Now they were here and Damian planned to spend a penny Rebecca an offer she could n't refuse. They entered through the emergency entrance at the vertebral column of the building. Someone had illegally propped open the door. They rushed up three flights of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a blue vest and blue jean, looking like a chucker-out in a nightclub. Naya wore a unawares lavender skirt and storage tank top, a cherry necklace around her neck - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the dependable honey who finally understood him.

will I ever really infer the enigma that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for trusted, but she did know one matter. He was sheer, unpredictable, adventurous. And she loved him.

They finally came to the floor with Rebecca 's dormitory. She did n't sustain a roomy. After Naya had dropped off the face of the worldly concern, she 'd never gotten a new one. Jake was standing there in the hall waiting for them. Naya gasped.

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his manus. The gymnastic, wiry football game thespian had a mop of blond hair on his handsome case. His blue optic were deadly serious at the moment, but normally they crinkled with boyish charm.

'' That 's me. Hey Naya. It 's so estimable to see you again. You 're looking good, '' Jake said as he gave her a big hug.

Damian interrupted their mini-reunion. `` Are you sure you want to do this ? You still have a chance to back out, Jake. If we 're going to do this, though, I think we need you with us. ``

Jake grinned at Naya. `` Naya, your boyfriend is one crazy son of a beef, I 'll collapse him that. '' Naya still did n't know the play. What were they going to do ? `` Yes, I 'm in. All the way. ``

Damian nodded. `` OK, then. Let 's do this. ``

Damian and Naya stepped back and let Jake lure in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the corner, listening to the quick give-and-take of conversation as a groggy Rebecca got awoken in the middle of the night.

'' Jake ? What 's going on ? '' She sounded annoyed. Irritated. Naya smiled, knowing the smell which must deliver been on her best admirer 's face.

'' No time to explain, baby. We have to go - emergency. Naya needs our help. Look, I 'll try to excuse on the way. My car 's sitting extraneous. We have to go. ``

A sleepy Rebekah let Jake hustle her out the threshold in not much more than her Night shirt and pants. Naya and Damian waited until they 'd left and then quietly followed. Once they were on the main road, paving material whirring underneath the Dodge Viper 's tires, Naya turned to Damian.

'' You want to order me your plan yet ? Or do I just get to be part of the surprise ? '' Naya gave her lord a pointed expression, but Damian was n't ruffled so easily.

'' SSSHHH. Relax, slave. I have to do this in a way that will give us the undecomposed shot, and that means you stay in the dark. You 'll infer later. ``

Naya crossed her arms, her facial locution threatening tempest cloud. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mystic, and this was one of those clip. She could n't stay on mad for long, however. Naya tried to think what Rebecca might say when she learned the truth, lost in thought with the Nox going by in a fuzz and headlights from other cable car streaking like angels past her window.

Finally they reached their destination, a sign of the zodiac with tall oriental alabaster tower fronting the property. The estate was on a pitcher's mound, surrounded by wrought iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this station. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three children were currently in residence. Daniel was a Quaker of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't jazz was that Damian had all his passcodes and security system codes.

Damian was about to take a huge gamble, but then again, billionaires could open to be bad. Damian grinned and Naya gave him an odd look.

'' Something amusing ? ``

'' Yes…you 'll encounter out soon enough, '' he said, giving her a blinking.

They parked the Viper, entered through the front doorway, and Damian re-engaged the security system system behind them. He led Naya through a maze of dissimilar hall and suite until they came out onto an open patio with a large, broad hot tub.

Jake stood next to Rebecca, who was arguing with him now.

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't good story. Why did you charter us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunet looked huffy, pointing her finger angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her sleep clothes. Somehow she managed to front aphrodisiac though, the points of her mamilla poking through her sleep shirt.

Damian cleared his pharynx and Naya stepped out in front of him.

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her friend, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebecca knew what was happening. The curly-haired little girl almost broke into bout for a second, squeezing Naya right back.

'' Oh, Naya ! I 've missed you so much. What 's going on ? Jake said you needed help. '' She looked over Naya 's articulatio humeri and saw Damian. `` Is this… ? ``

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your armed service. '' Damian extended his handwriting with a winning smile on his nerve.

Rebecca took it…reluctantly…like it might move around into a viper at any minute and bite.

'' Pleased to encounter you I guess. '' But her expression said the antonym. Damian was the man who had taken her comfortably protagonist away from her. Rebecca did n't know that she agreed with the liberated life-style Damian seemed to preach. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the past several months, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

Now the cute young woman looked him up and down suspiciously. `` OK, is someone going to tell me what this all is about ? Jake ? Naya ? ''

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to circularise her arms widely and say, `` Look, Rebecca, please do n't hate me. But I want to tell you the Truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new life, a serious life, and I want you to cause it too. That 's why we 're all here. To give you an offer. ``

Rebekah gaped, first at her boyfriend, then at her best friend.

Jake nodded. `` Yeah, babe. I agree with her. I see what you 're becoming. I know you think you want this arcdegree so badly, but you 're neglecting early parts of your life sentence. Our relationship. I think this is the comfortably thing for both of us. ``

The curly-haired Young womanhood threw up her hands angrily. `` And what exactly is this THING you 're talking about ? WHAT will be best for both of us ? '' Rebecca almost shouted.

'' For you to be what you truly are, Rebecca, '' Damian said simply. `` A slave. '' Rebecca stared open-mouthed as Damian told her what that meant, the very concept of it. The philosophy behind it. Damian made a passionate logical argument that in striving for one thing above all else, she 'd sacrificed herself as a sexual being, as a person.

Damian then dropped the tangible thunderbolt, and it left Naya just as stunned.

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollars so that she could find the courage to leave her old life sentence and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar prospect. leave alone now, with your boyfriend Jake. seed live on the island with us. I own a small private island in the disconnection. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual fancy that are the core of who you really are. unwrap a unlike kind of life with dissimilar antecedence. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebekah stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good thing for us, Becky. The Charles Herbert Best of things. With the money you can go back to school any time and wind up your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to change our surroundings, take stock certificate of where we 're at in our living. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own little worlds, internships, classes, job practical application across the country. THIS, though, would feed us a chance to discover who we are first, to develop our relationship before going out into the human beings. Damian is offering us a hazard at bema if we 're willing to be at peacefulness with some of our abstruse, maybe even glowering fantasy. Baby, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-coated offspring woman looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her wrath in stoppage. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly infiltrate her head. She let out an tucker out sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't consider this is even happening. Jake, select me family. I 'll sleep on it and opine over this…this absolutely freaking insane whirl. It 's unhinged, but I 'm will to consider it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really cogitate this is right for me ? ``

Naya gave her adept friend a nod and took both of her hired hand in hers. `` Yes, Becky. Damian loves me, and I know Jake dear you. This is n't something insane or humiliating. It 's what the secret slope of you probably craves, whether you want to take on it or not. come in with us. Go with me on this nutcase adventure, and I promise you wo n't be disappointed. ``

Becky shook her psyche. `` I…I just do n't know. I ca n't think you guys actually did this to me. I do n't even hump where we are. Whose house is this ? looking, I 'm leaving and I promise to think over everything. It's…I 'd be lying if I did n't say it was tempting. Jake, just take me home. ``

'' Sorry, baby. Ca n't do that. ``

Damian joined in. `` I 'm afraid you have to decide tonight, Rebecca. If you want to come with us, you have to decide right now by starting to live out those fantasies you 've always refused to acknowledge. Now Jake told me that one of your fantasies was having sex in another person 's home with you being controlled. The thrill of possibly being discovered. I 've recreated that fantasy for you right here, right now. ``

'' What are you talking about ? '' Rebecca 's face grew ashen.

'' The people who own this house are asleep in their bedrooms upstairs. They might wake up at any moment. They might come down for a midnight bite. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the theatre protection, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the alarm, and explain to the householder and patrol what just happened to you…getting your best booster and young man in trouble…OR…make lovemaking to Jake right here, right now. execute your fantasy. Obey Jake 's commands. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

Damian stepped back, his steely-eyed regard carefully gauging Rebecca 's chemical reaction.

The aphrodisiacal college student looked at her young man, chewing on her freighter lip.

'' I…this is nutcase. ``

Naya came over, gently interlocking her deal with Rebecca 's, squeezing it comfortingly. `` It seems so at start, sweetie…but if you just go with it, you 'll be amazed. It 's liberating. It 's freedom. We love you, Becky. Why are you afraid ? What 's so scarey about your near friend being here with you, helping you create a fantasy so that you can make love to your boyfriend ? Everyone here cares about you. When I told Damian how a good deal I missed you, he set this whole thing up so that maybe I could get you back. ``

There was a sudden thump, as of footsteps. Perhaps person upstairs using the bathroom. The floor creaked overhead.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's ticking, Rebecca. You may not have a good deal meter either. It sounds like one of the masses upstairs is stirring. Make your selection. ``

Naya watched, arousal seething in her origin. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's aspect bloom with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her undecomposed friend, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's nipples glistened in the moonshine as the cloud receded. Her titty were shining, perfect conoid which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a piddling when Jake slipped a hand under the waistband of her pants, stroking her immature button.

Becky shuddered, her breathing a lilliputian tug as Jake continued to suck on her nipples and stroke her soft sex.

'' Oh god, you 're so hot baby. I love feeling your sticky juices on my digit. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a sigh. His head came up for a kiss, and his backtalk swallowed up her swinging moan.

'' Say something, baby. say me how much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his free hand gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to knead her naked back.

'' Uh…uuh…but there are people here, Jake. I…I ca n't. ``

'' You can ! '' Jake growled. `` Shut up and take aim your pants off ! '' he said, command now cresting in the tone of his voice.

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and sock, standing au naturel in her birthday courtship. Little trickling bar of twat succus glistened on the interior of her thighs where Jake 's fingerbreadth had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a aphrodisiacal goddess, standing fully naked, her creamy white meat and open sex inviting naughty fantasies of ascendence and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, jeans, socks and shoe, standing limber and naked until he sat on the edge of the hot tub. The water bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his legs in with a sigh.

'' Come here, babe. Get your fine ass in there and soak up my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated hammer, Jake hissed, `` What if mortal comes down here ? Do you want the owner catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every second that check mark by we might be discovered, baby. Come here ! Get your mouth on me, and be straightaway about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebecca 's. Each clock time Jake mentioned the aspect of someone discovering them, her heart seemed to shine and Becky 's nipple had hardened like thumb tacks. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling waters of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's legs.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebecca took Jake 's shaft in her graceful fingerbreadth, gently pumping up and down his phallus until a drop-off of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the face of his vein-engorged humanity, tantalizing him with a unhorse touch until her tongue swirled around the tip of his peter.

Jake groaned, his body going rigid with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his hammer, hungrily gathering up the sensation. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her mouth, slowly pumping her nerve down and then up, down and then up. The Loretta Young man 's promontory went back, eyes closing in a hallucinating rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eager shit.

Damian turned to Naya, and the flavour of foreplay in Naya 's face was unmistakable. Naya 's eye were glued to the unconvincing conniption .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in front of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's cock, her workforce pressing firmly against his hips.

The young man tried to stifle his groans, grunting as he thrust his hip upward to spike Becky 's young rima oris. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his shaft deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her mouth for several hanker moment. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her mouth dripping with strand of cum.

Licking her chopper, Becky proceeded to pump the cock with her mitt.

'' Look at me, baby. Uhhhh god, I want you so bad. Look at how much this cocks wants you, '' Jake growled. Becky pushed forward, rubbing her breast against his slimy manhood until her breasts glistened with the mingled fluids of Jake 's pre-cum and her own spit.

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' Call me Master, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a moment, but then she let the words form in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-coated brunette leaned over again, slurping up his prick between her cute lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until vent seemed at hand. Jake clenched two hands in her fuzz, moving his hands up and down to aid make out her aspect with more potent plunge.

At last Becky came up off of that dick one more metre, her Chin suspension with long streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the Moon. `` Mmm. Master has mass of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His cock, thick and fix, saluted Becky 's pale nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute little strumpet ? The possessor of this house might come any moment. rushing up and fuck me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering looking at as she positioned her pussy above his bulbous cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining Phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the round, her cunt engulfing his rotating shaft until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering indigence in her loins, her slit wet now, as her best friend began to ride Jake 's hammer.

'' Uhh…you asshole. piece of tail me. Fuck my kitty, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to meet her downwards fucks, joining their bodies until more pre-cum leaked between the seal of her cunt lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was set up to explode.

Naya could n't determine this anymore. Her pussy was an pit of want. Dripping-wet with its own juice. She turned to Damian, who had just stripped out of his apparel and drawn out a few of his favorite 'accessories'from his satchel.

He approached her now, his wicked smile making her ramification go sapless as he reached underneath her annulus, fondling her horny clit. Naya was n't wearing panties.

'' Well, slave ? Feeling a bit left out, are we ? '' he said huskily. Naya nodded, moaning as Damian plunged two digit into her soft sex, finger-fucking her firm and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her sexy ass grinding on Jake 's putz as the Cy Young man moaned with conviction.

'' Yes, child. Impale that hot pussy on my dick. YES. Faster, you little slut. Harder, '' Jake growled, his hands reaching out to pinch Becky 's pinko tit, wresting a groan from her beautiful lips.

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark bare, every beautiful womanly curve revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather collar around her cervix and then handcuff her hands behind her back. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his paw gripping her shoulders firmly as he swiftly entered her warmly twat from behind, plunging into the softness of her sex with an audible slap, his sac smacking against the backrest of her thighs with each pulverizing fuck.

The dark-haired girl moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his cock ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety case. Naya had to rely on Damian 's workforce to halt her articulatio humeri and keep her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had arrant office over her. All Naya could do was push her hips back to meet his drive, helping him have sex her more completely, penetrating ever bass.

'' Yes, little puss. Move those hips. I 'm going to fuck your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping strait of their soundbox joining creating a staccato rhythm which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thickly cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so intemperately. The arousing great deal must have sent the curly brunet over the border. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic plaint as her kitty-cat gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's sozzled deepness. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down for a savage kiss as his own orgasm poured through him, his source surging into her warm inside.

The door to the patio swung wide undetermined and a middle-aged man with piercing blue middle and gray-haired whisker burst into the elbow room. He was wearing only a night robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

Naya turned, her cheek blushing as Damian continued to fuck her intemperate, as if naught were amiss. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Daniel, why hullo. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The proprietor of the house looked at the scene in forepart of him. A brunette with a leather collar around her cervix, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's stopcock plowing her from behind. A curly-haired brunet sitting on a young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid turncock slipped release, totally sated. Becky looked horrified, her jaw dropping as she realized Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the young man put his manus on her shoulders.

'' SSHHH. Do n't panic. It 's OK, babe. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the whole thing. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's nipples with his teeth before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a cervid in headlamp, utterly rooted, until Jake 's attentions seemed to break the spell.

'' I…oh god…this is so unearthly, '' Becky said with a suspire as arousal began to make a tentative comeback, re-moistening her snatch. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her lover 's putz even as it started to show signs of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's incorrectly with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could tell by the arousal in Becky 's eyes that she longed to put Jake 's pecker right back inside her nasty, wet cunt where it belonged.

Naya 's moan meanwhile reached a crescendo even as she looked over at Daniel.

Daniel threw up his bridge player in frustration. `` I know we have a standing organization, Damian, but our concord is that you at to the lowest degree WARN me beforehand. My kids are sleeping upstairs for the erotic love of…ah snake pit. '' Daniel turned and left the patio. Damian gave Naya a wink total of mischief.

'' That man owes me more than he can ever repay, '' Damian whispered. `` Do n't interest, slave. We are n't in any trouble. '' With that problem erased from Naya 's sex-fueled brain, the brunette could now slam her pussy back to sheathe Damian 's member again and again and again, moaning and enjoying every second of it.

'' Yes, schoolmaster. Fuck my pussy. shag this slave 's mind out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their heart met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still have intercourse me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the comfortably friend you 've always been able-bodied to confide ?'Those were the intellection Naya almost wanted to ask, if the virtuoso Damian 's cock was assaulting her twat with had n't derailed any attempt to talk in coherent sentences.

The out of the question had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to play out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her knocker, combined with the envelopment of arousal and sheer sexual joy. The hard worker threw her pelvic arch back, her cute buttocks slamming to encounter Damian 's plunging rooster as the moment of bang came. His script tightened on Naya 's shoulder, spurt after spurt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her headmaster for emptying his seed, her body sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heat energy consume her.

epilog

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the concern duality of the universe as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her friend had learned to harness her sexual fantasies and use them as creative fuel to bring in life worth aliveness. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three months now, and the men in their liveliness - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their inner selves - the intimate beings inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the man in its peachy radiance, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a gargantuan pinko dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankle joint were tied to either face of the sawhorse, and her carpus were bound behind her back. She moaned with a glob gag in her oral fissure as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the wall of her sex with 100 of tiny ribbed bump along the full length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples with his misleadingly balmy touch. `` Well, slave ? How does it sense, that huge, operose rubber cock thrust up your tight, wet snatch. Hmm ? ''

She loved when Damian talked dirty to her, but it was n't anything compared to what Becky 's admittedly fantasy involved.

Just across from Naya, Becky was a state of nature mare, her picket nakedness straddling Jake 's cock. poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his ankles lashed to the floor. His pecker had a cock-ring at the base, restricting the rate of flow of roue, letting just enough blood hurry to the tip of his peter to stay hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to issue forth. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his hammer with ruttish abandon, her aphrodisiac ass bouncing up and down.

Jake moaned through the gag Becky had stuffed in his lip. Becky growled at him.

'' Come on you worthless beast. Fuck me. You call this shtup ? '' she sang, her slit slurping up and down his prick, her bitch lips forming a tight seal along his shaft. `` I want to sense your cock-head in my womb, maledict it. Fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slit off your worthless dick. ''

Becky 's speech communication was rough, but it was all just function of the fancy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was willing to work this function, giving her the phantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the prevalent one, and sometimes she let Jake ingest that role. Neither was right or wrong. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual amour and quirkiness in countless signifier.

'Who would 've believed we 'd end up here ?'Naya marveled. But here they were.

As Damian turned the dildo-cock context to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimulus assaulting her twat even as he stroked her clitoris. His early hired hand cupped her spiritualist titty until she had no choice but to spurt hard on that rubber eraser cock, coating it with her succus and scent.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's pussy, over-sensitive from the recent orgasm, now felt every vibrating sensation from the embedded cock with three-base hit intensity as it impaled her slick sex.

All the while Becky 's pussy tormented the shaft of the man who loved her enough to be her hard worker. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy kiss on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, baby. shtup me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's unrestrained cry sang with sexual release, her pussy coating Jake 's pecker with its sweetened womanly nectar.

professional and break one's back, man and woman. This was a earth where bound could be thrown aside, and hidden fancy explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to drive Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. Naya had no declination, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the history. Please beam me a gossip to let me know what you thought ! This story resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed society. Remember, always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty