CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing face of her roommate. It had n't been the first time she 'd seen Rebecca founder her that looking. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mystifying as his moving picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The font staring back at her seemed cynical, the eyes hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at least a decade her aged, but his lean human face had somehow retained the good luck charm of a much younger man. Damian 's oculus were smoky Second Earl Grey. His figure was compact, and even under the moody purple frock shirt, muscular tissue rippled.

She flipped on her phone to the master ad, staring at the parole one more time.

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. Adventurous, spread to possibilities, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an evening and, if you play your poster right, Damian might just keep back you for a while. Offering : $ 2 million the first dark. Price on the table after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might have called her petite from a distance, but she had noticeable curve ball and a body that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one final time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black clothes. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black hairsbreadth that hung in wavy luxuriance a good few inches past her articulatio humeri. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the track team at triton University. She was also a elder studying engineering.

The roomy behind her was like a softer edition of Naya. Rebecca 's poor, curly fuzz and mischievous eyes were always looking for the next prank to play. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online advertisement.

It was insane. Absolutely insane. Naya secretly agreed with her ally 's judgment. She was on the tab, just like the disclaimer in the ad required, so it wasn't like she was going to get pregnant. But a lot of other thing could happen. It was n't exactly safe.

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few More months. Is this, like, some death stupid stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible adult ? Because I promise you, there are lupus erythematosus stupid manner to do something unprompted and fun. You do n't know WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a sequential slayer for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to tell her the true statement. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dream, not hers. Now that she was so come together to achieving it, she did n't sense elated or even encouraged…she felt vacate. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her feel alive. She did n't want to think about the future, at to the lowest degree not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an hidden 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 nighttime of her life, number what may.

CHAPTER 2

The evening began as Naya had hoped. Just on time, 8PM, and the moon already hanging in the sky like a giant pale Frisbee, the aerodynamic, black limo pulled up to the curb near her dorm. Rebekah - ever stubborn - stood by the AMEX with her, wearing a much less dressy jean and a tank top. She gave her Quaker a so long hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take care of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. Understand ? '' Naya looked into her friend 's come to optic, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roomie. This was her beneficial friend, and she was touched how concern Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupid. I promise to be careful. Love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. address that boyfriend you 've been pining for the last few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., '' 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 room access for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could seek further payback. She waved at her friend as the driver got back in, started up the railway locomotive, and get them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pins and needle. A visible light rain began to fall, making the mineral pitch and buildings glisten with a calibre Naya liked. It reminded her of illusion. Wow, what a corny thought process. Do n't let your heebie-jeebies make you say something stupid tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the aspiration she 'd harbored for a magical eventide tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her proficient ? Would her proficient be even shut to good enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to ease the tension by making modest public lecture.

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

Naya frowned. The first bantam bit of'I told you so'crept into her nous, doing a remarkable interpretation of Rebecca 's voice. As the hour ticked by, still totally incognizant of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of outright fright. Nearly 45 hour passed before Naya was fix to bang on the division and demand that 'Pierre'full point the vehicle and tell her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a declamatory storage warehouse with a bay sliding loose, and the limousine eased out of the rain, pulling to a stop in a wide warehouse floor flooded with Inner Light.

The door opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the duration of the trip, my lady. victor 's orders were to not utter to you until we arrived. '' The sudden warmth 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 run-in of beautiful untested women. Many of them wore skimpy dresses, others wore pieces of greater elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the ornateness of the gowns and oppressiveness of the makeup, were trying very hard to bet to a greater extent mature than their years.

Naya quietly let Pierre guide her over to connect the origin of large lady friend. She stood beside a blonde girl in a bright red frock which had a single strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulders and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't know this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's other side was wearing a sparkly cat valium tank top and black slacks embroidered with rows of bright beads. She turned with a critical looking at in her emerald centre. `` A skank is still a skank, no matter how fine the frock, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged persona on an assembly argumentation. Naya opened her lip, shocked at the woman 's rudeness.

'' Do n't worry about her, honey. You know what they say about redheads…and this one 's got the personality of a bull dog…which I 'm certainly Mr. Cruceaux will recover sooo attractive, '' The blonde cleaning woman in the red dress interjected, taking Naya by the articulatio radiocarpea and turning her in the former direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't screw quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blonde woman 's aspect. Her somewhat blue eyes were wide and sinless now, but moments before they 'd been spunky and acuate.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to meet you, Claire. That dress looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own cleavage. Below the trim of the frock a typewriter ribbon of flowers flared across her torso, just highlighting her well-endowed 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 dumb blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to play appearances and see how much people assume. You can get a line a lot about people by what they do or do n't ASSUME, '' she finished with a smile.

'' 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 fille smiled and seemed to savour Naya 's fair interest.

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant finger along the silk passementerie of her gorgeous black apparel. `` Damn, adult female. This hugs your figure like the gown of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get points for flashiness, but you 've got a lot more taste, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this palpable, immediate connecter, and gave her manus a credit crunch. `` Do you cognise 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 often ; they were both in the Sami boat.

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

A shudder ran up Naya 's backbone. She remembered that the online ad had n't said anything about there just being ONE chosen girl. What if Damian Cruceaux liked to give more than one char in his bed ? What if this inscrutable billionaire wanted Naya to do things that she did n't want to do ? `` Do whatever he asks, when he asks. '' The wide-cut meaning of that had n't started to really hit home until now.

I 've made a few premise about what was going on tonight. What if it blows up in my brass ? Naya persuasion. She squeezed Claire 's hand impulsively. `` We look sexy as hell, right ? ``

Claire squeezed back. `` Damn right we do. ''

The two stood hand in hand, talking to one another, trying to keep each other 's tone up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the strangest contention Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at to the lowest degree 100 Danton True Young women in the warehouse. The constant quantity pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the young women impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay room access, screeching to a stoppage, pennant fluttering with the corporate logo of Cruceaux Industries apparent, the unharmed place fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the room access for a steely-eyed gentleman who had to be - without any dubiousness - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tux himself, its bright Ag singlet contrasting sharply against his two assistants'plain white ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the line of untried charwoman 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 gowns, his eyes seemed much less concerned about the physical endowments of the cleaning woman he surveyed than about early quality.

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 eyes of each female child he passed. He seemed to value her completely 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 reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her heart. She realized her huge blunder, her body tensing in fear.

Claire had to want to bet her sexy best in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a girl she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a frightened piddling sis. Naya was mortified. But it was too latterly to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to sight them, and his eyes had already taken keen note of their link up hands.

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

But instead Claire remained still, did n't free the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde char first, and then his piercing gaze set its sights on Naya. He seemed to linger on her calendered, midnight hairsbreadth and the dark chocolate pond of her eyes. His eye gently caressed the narrowness of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for good measure. He settled on her side, and Naya tried to meet his gaze. After a few seconds, she couldn't.

Her heart began to sink as he began to move around away. But instead these words came out of Damian 's oral cavity as he spoke to his two assistants.

'' Please escort these two lovely peeress to the limo. I 'll be with them shortly. ``

Naya exchanged a speedy glimpse with Claire, saw the victory in her new friend 's eyes. They had done it. They had passed the first test. Claire leaned over, risking a whisper before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the night begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the itch to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather cushions opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glance that was lupus erythematosus harsh and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the factory floor just arcminute earlier. The five o'clock shadow on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous look, complimented well by ash-grey eyes that missed nothing.

'' I do n't conceive I caught your epithet, '' he said mildly as the bay doors slid open and the limousine lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

Claire dared a more guide gaze than Naya could muster up. `` Claire. ``

'' A pleasure to meet you both. I want you to have it off, that no matter how tonight transpires, you two are quite special. I wouldn't have asked you to fare if I thought otherwise. ``

The girls shared an restless look. Naya smiled nervously. `` That might be the most interest way I 've ever been complimented. '' She found herself loosening up a bit despite the strange way Damian talked. He had an stress 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 mistresses ? '' Naya continued boldly. Claire gave her a askance smell filled with warning.

Damian Cruceaux chuckled. `` Ah. You are a rarefied gem, Naya. I thought I saw a cover flaming in you. In resolution to your question, no…not at all. I do not hold out wish freely. You will learn that soon enough. ``

The rest of the ride went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a piddling doubtfulness here and there. Many of the women 's own questions were answered obliquely, with a deft skill at revealing only what he desired. Naya marveled at how he deflected even the most harmless interrogative - about his business, his travels, his past careers.

At death, with the nothingness picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windscreen shabu, the limousine pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian eatery. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the glass windows revealed epicurean tablecloths and crystal product which would 've looked suitable in nigh multimillion dollar mark house.

It was Pierre who opened the door, but Naya flushed when Damian took her hand, guiding her out onto the sidewalk as Pierre snapped spread his umbrella. When Claire moved to pursue, Pierre softly put up his handwriting.

'' Forgive me, my madam. You have other plans for the night. I see the dashing hopes on your face, but do not judge the eventide until it 's over. I would not have got brought you this far only to desert you. '' The Brobdingnagian, muscle-bound black man sounded almost fop, and his heart twinkled at Claire in a way that sent stock hurry to her buttock. Even Naya could see that.

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

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

'' You are a mesmerizing adult female, Naya. Now that we 've passed through some of the pleasantries and gotten to know each early a little, my hope is that this dinner can be somewhat more…intimate. Do you bang why you 're here ? ``

To portion a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a Night of passion and surfeit without ruefulness ? That might have been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first lieu, but it did n't sound so impressive now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the table border, almost ashamed that she had no unmediated solution.

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

'' What ? '' She was taken off guard. His eyes seemed to froth, as if he enjoyed this a small, 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 woman looking for something Sir Thomas More out of life story. Sir Thomas More than what society says you can be. Tell me I 'm wrong. ``

Naya let the silence engulf the mesa between them before she could tuck her nerve. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed capable to grab onto the more she focused on the richness in Damian 's articulation.

'' I did n't know mind-reading was one of your endowment. ''

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

'' Because you know you 're flop. You ARE right, '' she replied, finally meeting his regard. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose 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 shadow Prince Charming. In a few month I 'll have my engineering degree. Probably a few month after that I 'll experience financial Independence. But that 's not felicity. It feels vacate to me. I see my friend become absorbed in their own little humanity, obsessing on careers 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 notion and spending the night with a man you do n't even know ? ``

Naya took a gulping of air, feeling sweat pool on the slope between her breasts. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to take their order. After Damian ordered a chicken feed of red wine-colored for them both, the waiter vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling regard on the beautiful feminine objective of his intent.

Naya tried to just be fair. `` Because you have power, because you clearly do n't like what citizenry think. I admired your honesty when I first read the posting. I admired your dullness, the world-be-damned school of thought I sensed behind the words in your ad. '' Naya could n't conceive she was saying this. She sounded like another someone, but it was true. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her friends at church or with her parents.

'' And ? So far, have you come to any last ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to extend to and gently rub his ripe script over her left hand. She felt the quick surge of warmth from his palm, and it made her arm frisson.

'' Too early to order, '' she whispered. `` But tell me this, '' she said, trying to go back. `` Why did you bring Claire ? Why enkindle her hopes up only to cruelly leave her and then take 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 adventure putting me on the spot and angering me. Do you treat all billionaires this way, Naya ? ``

The brunette blushed, but she stood her earth. She forced her eyes to duel with his. She WOULD take an solvent. `` I 'm waiting, Mr. Billionaire. Surely you 've been challenged by a woman before ? ``

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

His deportment turned serious, though, even as that shoemaker's last judgment of conviction brought up alarming doubt in Naya 's mind.

'' The truth is a lot more mundane than you would think, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like home to me. Pierre has been with me for several years, but has yet to observe the right woman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's right field, Naya - I was playing matchmaker this evening. Pierre trusted me to choose. I 'm a well judge of chemistry. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an confidant dinner not unlike this one. ``

The young womanhood was stunned. Naya had almost forgotten Damian 's manus gently rubbing not only her hand, but also her arm.

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

Damian gave her a mixed-up look. `` Is that really so surprise ? ``

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the toothsome finish dance on her palate for a few irregular before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girlfriend for getting sure musical theme after you 've put her in a lineup with 100 early sexed-up cleaning woman ? ``

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

Naya shook her head and withdrew her hand. That damnably pleasurable feeling of his script rubbing her arm was making it difficult to think straight.

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two things in this world which affair to me more than anything else. green-eyed monster and loyalty. ``

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

'' I 've seen relationships ruined by green-eyed monster - not just of other people, but of mere objects, of wealth. Any time you have a relationship which is not foremost between two multitude, jealousy exists. It must exist. It must always leave one of the three wondering, 'Am I valued less ? Do the other two really ask me ?'A man was made to be with one woman, and a cleaning woman with one man. ``

The brunette 's chocolate-hued centre widened in pretend cushion. `` Those are DEFINITELY not the words I expected to make out out of the mouth 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 subscribe another cleaning lady to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man conduct her right hand in front of me, I could n't abnegate her even that. There is cypher I will not do for a woman, as long as her petition does not come tainted by greed. '' The hard short letter of his jaw had melted into a wry grin. `` Of course, you probably see me an odd mix of traditional amatory fancy and matter more effete, shady and veto. There are few charwoman 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 hand tightly, and her middle softened. Naya could n't trust that this powerful billionaire sitting before her could echo the thoughts of a boy once innocent. He was much more than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her brain.

Though she could n't excuse it, Damian Cruceaux 's actor's line felt real to her. This was n't a show 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 you want me to be your girl ? That this is about Thomas More than a dark or two of passion ? Is this a appointment ? ``

Damian frowned as the waiter came over. Damian let Naya order the tortellini, and then he ordered a heaping home of lasagna. When the server left, his middle smoldered. He looked at her with an unnerve stratum of intensity.

'' I find the parole 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to take a leak you my checkmate, my submissive. I will be your Master, and you will be my striver. ``

This terminology drew unadulterated personal credit line in Naya 's intellect and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dark fantasy. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a literary pirate king, sometimes by a wildcat savage, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these illusion would probably seem silly to her friends, and many people would be horrified. But there were real to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the heat rushed to her cheeks. She realized that both of his hands had invaded her side of the table, gently grasping her wrist.

'' How does this flavour, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's breathing had quickened. She was sure he could see the rapid rising slope and free fall of her breasts under the skintight fabric. The sweat along her brow had to be noticeable too. Her segmentation felt slick with perspiration, and she wanted to curse her nerves for being so worthless.

Instead she said, `` It makes me palpate alive. ''

Damian 's centre gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rarified woman, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to sleep with exactly what you are getting into. I don't storage area to the norms of gild. lodge is superficial and stagnant. I want you to feel alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - social club 's feeling be damned. Men and char think differently. We ARE different. social club forgets that. You, the female, 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 femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will get it on you and hold dear you, but I will also seduce you MINE. I will push you to the terminal point, I will challenge you, and I will not be excusatory about it. ``

He paused, gauging her chemical reaction. His hand still gently clasped her wrists. Even that tame stratum of his control condition over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her mouthpiece turning dry.

'' Can you handle this ? Can you stick out such an arrangement ? Because if you ca n't, there is no shame 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 treat you with kid gloves. I will do by you as the hard worker you were meant to become. ``

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

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingerbreadth on the mesa and took a sip of the fine red as the waiter brought out collection plate of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` Give me the weekend. If you decide to stay with me after that, you 'll chuck up the sponge your shit division, take the $ 2 million I offered, and become my slave. ``

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

Damian shrugged. `` Then you are free to go and I will pay you a year 's salary - $ 200,000. Do we suffer an agreement ? ``

The dusky-skinned college student frowned. `` By the arrangement in your ad, you said $ 2 million for just one night. Why would I agree to appease with you for two nights and forego all that well-situated money ? ``

But the billionaire returned her rational financial statement with a carefully stolid expression. `` You tell me, girl. You are the one who said you were interested in something more than than a one-night stand. That is what I now offer. So…what do you decide, Naya ? What would my cute and sexy girl choose ? ``

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that word. Girlfriend. He said it like it was a filthy word. Like it implied acts she could barely conceive of. A kick ran up her rachis, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be careful. Do n't you remember Rebekah 's news ? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girlfriend. For once in your life do something that is true to who you are. Not the somebody you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's good and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

Naya sighed, and her mouth opened to form three utter Good Book. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

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

For a spell traffic seemed to slow up everything to a crawl, but the aggressive number one wood 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 manpower. Claire 's face was almost shine, as if she was amped up on pep pill.

'' A small private airport I use every now and then. It 's a bit of a drive. We 've got some clock time, '' Damian said mildly.

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

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

'' strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

'' Strip. Clothes off. Every shred. Now, Naya. I 'm not asking. ``

Naya felt her soundbox go cold. A moment later, though, heat flooded her veins. The mentation of him seeing her completely naked tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a young womanhood and a man in a dinner jacket. She looked over at the two of them, and her face must have shown her shock.

Claire 's eyes had widened with some amazement of her own, but she kept quiet. 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 gesture. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's unspoken rally of looks revealed that they had a bond beyond the unproblematic employer-employee relationship. Pierre nodded and turned to Claire.

'' Claire, take off your wearing apparel. Now. ``

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to take on his. For a second she did n't go, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the Cy Young blonde slowly unbuttoned the vertebral column of her dress, slipped free of the easy satin, and shimmied relieve of the eternal sleep of it. She was now in only a bright ruby bra and panty. succeeding she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious hips, sliding them gracefully off of her ankle. The bounder came off then, and there was cipher but birthday suit. Just feminine beauty, naked and plain.

The naked blonde sat beside Pierre, her supple chest displayed for the other three people in the limo to look up to. The thatch of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to predict a mankind of delights.

'' Open your thighs a little wider, lovemaking. '' Claire obeyed, her leg opening a bit. They could now look up to her sex, open and exposed. Her eubstance was definitely flushed - whether from the superfluity or sheer sexual arousal, Naya was n't trusted. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a look of triumph, like a person does when they 've just conquered a awe, and it gave Naya an incredible flush.

Before anything Thomas More could be done, Naya found her paw reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed fabric without too much trouble, finally letting it flop to the incline as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and pink panty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush body. The blonde 's pale skin and feminine curves were beautiful, simpleton as that.

There was n't anything to be ashamed of, was there ? Why should she be so loth to bear witness her mantrap to this man who promised she could be his ? Why should she wish that he wanted her stunner to be seen by others ? She finally quieted all the grappling, guilt-infested monition in her nous and tried to consume the final dip. She reached backward, touching her bra strap. Her digit froze.

'' Does it aid, Naya ? Seeing your fellow slave naked before you ? Does it give you courage ? When you answer me, call me sea captain. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to guide off your clothes as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without touch of mercy. But you must show me you are trying. Are you giving this your best travail, Naya ? ``

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

'' club has taught you to be ashamed of your own body. Do n't verbalize to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful things in your brain. Now do what I say. learn off what remains of your clothing. I would see the real you - a naked, pristine Naya, a slave of unrivaled beauty. ``

As he said the password, though, Damian gently did the piece of work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to divulge her supple conoid. He then slowly slid her scanty down her legs, all the way to her ankles, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the corner, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her cunning stern felt the aplomb leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her bring out pussy lip. She felt a thrill of danger, of foreplay, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each former 's dead body. They were not the Lapp, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned skin was a shade darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly large, the pap bigger and more articulate. Naya 's smooth belly with its belly-button ring added an exotic allure beneath her well-formed breasts, and the sinewy tone in her arms and legs was unmistakable.

'' What do you cogitate, Pierre ? Are these slaves not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's berm, hugging her nakedness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a ball game. Naya could n't believe how sexually aware she felt. Every rub of his leg against her naked thigh…even through the fabric of his pants - sent sensations all the way to her loins. She had to consciously prevent her dead body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

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

'' They are both exquisite, skipper. I can definitely promise a coon a spade, '' Pierre said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm reach around her shoulders in a alike genitive carriage. He went a step further, though, claiming her lip with a supply ship kiss. Claire moaned, her mammilla beading too, and her desolation trembled as his mouth worked hers, her glossa responding. At final they came away from each other, lips parting softly.

Claire 's respiration was labored, and her breasts 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 whang, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his slacks. Her elegant hands moved to slide down his knickers and undergarments, letting a thick, long cock outflow free.

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

Naya 's mouth had gone dry, dry as a desert, but she tried. She watched as Claire slowly began licking the undersurface of Pierre 's black cock, starting at the basis, then moving all the way to the tip. The aphrodisiacal blonde then swirled her tongue against the tip, ripping a slow moan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his cock, Master. She 's taking him in her mouth, '' Naya whispered. Her pussy felt lovingness. Surging heating plant. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her sassing back and forth along Pierre 's humanity. There was a gentle, suckling rhythm, its profound soon apparent in the background knowledge. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blond slurped up and down capital of South Dakota 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's lucky whisker into two clenched fist, groaning to a greater extent deeply as she went to solve on him. Her expression bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her sassing.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my cock fills your mouth, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his shaft, her tongue caressing the length of his putz. She pumped her expression back and forth, the suckling sounds intensifying until Pierre grasped her drumhead and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the young lady bottomed out on his pubic hair, her olfactory organ practically touching his crotch.

After several seconds, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with strings of pre-cum drifting from her lips. She wiped them with her wrist and then began to cream the slope of his barb, her hands tenderly pumping his manhood even as her clapper laved his cock-head as if it were a delicacy.

Naya sat there in disbelief, her loins wet with painful desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dreaming. Instead, though, the Pres Young womanhood felt the appalling touching of two fingers gently rubbing against her exposed clitoris. Damian 's finger. The man was legal tender but strong - and what began as aristocratical wipe soon became unwaveringly slash, stoking a fiery need that coursed through the brunette 's every mineral vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her titty heaved as he tormented her with the delightful blast of touch. She unconsciously opened her wooden leg wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her soft canal. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that prospicient, black peter. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her oral fissure on the beam again, this time bottoming out on the dreary slab until her gurgling was apparent. She came up for air, newly strands of gooey cum drifting from her back talk. These she gathered with her fingers, licking them clean as if they were a sugary treat.

'' goodness, slave. How does your Master 's cum gustatory modality ? '' Pierre rumbled.

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

'' What are you notion, Naya ? '' Suddenly the sanctify fingers stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's naked consistence. She thrummed with pauperism, and her genital organ had been unconsciously thrusting forward to meet the billionaire 's tinge.

'' I…I tactile property hotness, Master. Your finger's breadth feel so thoroughly inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't stop, '' she confessed.

'' You want more, you 'll have to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the words hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his pant, slid them and his unmentionable down to his branch. She paused a moment, admiring the full-of-the-moon package in her care. His thick, vein-bulging prick was hard for her, so expectant. She imagined the feeling of need which must be surging through his whole body, the line rushing to the length of his shaft.

She gently licked the tip of his prick, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the spear straining inside her mouth. Her lips formed a tight'O'around it as she pumped her mouth up and down, bobbing up and down his cock until she could get a line his audible groan join those of Pierre.

This feeling of restraint she had over him, it made her feel incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a febrile chroma. Time seemed to accrue away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thigh, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` living suction me, cute little slit. Impale that sweet petty sass on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian animal she 'd dreamed of in her fantasy than the honorable businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his shaft with her spit, her dentition gently grazing his shaft as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her pretty lips. Before he could even regain though, the brunette had impaled her mouth again, squeezing the slope of his dick with her spit as she slurped like a selfless striver. Damian 's groans reached a crescendo. He gasped, his script grasping her by the shoulder and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' Open your sassing, slave. unfastened ! '' he shouted. Naya 's sassing opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her breasts. Damian raised his humanness higher, the net serial of spurt covering her side and mouth. When he was at close fully spent, Damian lifted her back onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the play of emotions across her grimace as his hand fondled her sex, tormenting her button to new meridian.

Naya 's rima oris opened in a wordless, agonized moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the sticky cum on her aspect, its pungent scent filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the infernal region in her sum - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately needing release. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his digit desperately, grinding her hips with fervency. She did n't give care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a main road, going who knew where with two other hoi polloi behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender cutaneous senses. She felt his fingerbreadth cajole, batter and rape her clit in the most titillating soupcon she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's index finger plunged into her sex, rubbing against the sides of her love distribution channel, piling one superstar on top of the former until she could keep back it no more.

'' What are you feeling, break one's back ? TELL ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's moans plateaued, and her organic structure climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. ass me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her snatch clenching around his indicator finger as she came hard, her juices flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender blazonry grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his vest as she felt herself riding out the orgasm. Her raw, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's young facial expression pressed against Damian 's berm, her warm breather panting against his neck.

She 'd lost all gumption of metre and awareness. Claire and capital of South Dakota had simply faded away. It was some prison term before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big black man 's cock. The blond 's sexy buttocks bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sexes joining filling the room with a constant rhythm.

Naya blushed, but she also felt completely sated, depicted object. She curled into Damian 's weapons system, her heading against his chest.

'' We will be at the airport 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 heavily. The stars flitting by the limousine 's window seemed to lull her into unconsciousness. All she could mean was that none of it was material.

Yet if that was true, then why had her torso never felt so alive ? She remembered his deal inside her sonant heat and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his manhood between her pussycat lips, impaling her damp high temperature 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 insides, her center snapping open as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his chest, the airport final visible radiation twinkling in the distance.

'Where is he taking us ?'she wondered. The opening were enough to drive her mad.

CHAPTER 5

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

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

'' Do not worry yourself, Naya. clock time soon enough for me to be slipping into attire LE constricting. We 'll get you cleaned up on the plane. Are you hungry ? '' Naya licked her dry lips 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 insensate boozing of pee. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her skipper and put it in the cup holder.

She looked at her surroundings - this perfectly ordinary limo - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting naked next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the panoptic leather cushions, his arm wrapped around a defenseless Claire. Her breathing was even and abstruse, and so was his.

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

Naya gave her Master a questioning smell. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one fast fuck a little other to be crowing your success ? '' Naya realized that the cynical slope of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the discussion, but Damian seemed to bring out the uncensored translation of her, both the bad and the good.

Damian gave her a coarse stare. `` Is that what you think this is all about ? Then I see you have practically to learn still, slave. a lot. '' The limo came to a occlusion near the runway, and Naya could just see on the rain-scoured macadam where a common soldier jet waited, maybe a football field away. The rainwater had waned to a barely noticeable drizzle.

The billionaire leaned across to the other seat, nudging his fellow awake. capital of South Dakota awoke with a get-go, snuffling like a Sus scrofa before rubbing at his sleepyheaded center and gently stirring Claire awake too.

'' It is time, my admirer. The carpenter's plane is ready, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the doorway. `` What are you waiting for, Naya ? You go first. ``

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

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

The brunette looked down at her nakedness and could n't believe what this man was asking her. It was one thing to be butt naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee Friend and a feller woman. To be walking out into the open - along a runway where just anyone could be watching. That would be direful. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful body walking naked, displayed proudly beside your Master ? said a tiny vocalisation in her head.

She looked at Damian one more time. His rima oris was set in a steadfast wrinkle. He was serious. Dead life-threatening. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to meet her regard steadily as if to say'I 'm biz if you are .'

Taking a deep, fort breath, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her bare feet on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic hair's-breadth, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her nipples into cold-sharpened beading. She breathed in the fresh odour of rainfall and pine trees. The airport was secluded at to the lowest degree, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his mitt gently rubbing her grim dorsum. `` What do you find, Naya ? Shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous hard worker. I rule here, and you have nothing to fear. I own this drome. No one will dare judge you. Do you consider me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his expression. Just moments before he had looked steamed, stung by her harsh words about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her bosom ache just a little. She impulsively slipped her sleeve around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to have him a long, lingering kiss. He tasted of bird for some ground, and her senses awakened, the rub of his vest along her white meat creating a pleasurable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight attendants, their blue vests looking almost Shirley Temple in the night, materialized in front man of the limo. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help acquit anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with difficulty, trying to maintain the red from creeping onto her case.

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

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such courage, Naya. Yet already your will falters and you let society 's brainwashing creep back in. I see I may want to be a little firmer with you. '' He gestured at capital of South Dakota, who retrieved something from the battlefront glove compartment of the limo. He handed Damian a vivid pair of silver handcuffs, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her wrists in front of her and then gently cupped the pitcher's mound of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

'' Now will you act, Naya ? I can add a taking into custody and tierce if you think to question my orders again. ``

Naya quickly shook her question, sighing as his hand gently conformed to the chassis of her sexy prat, urging her forward.

Every footstep felt like torture to Naya. She felt care chattel being paraded before a victorious throng, even though the runway was virtually empty. A few airport personnel went about their obligation, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with detectable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the Saame 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 step onto the plane.

The moment she set base inside a bang of relief swept through her. She was given a butt beside Claire, and the two naked slave were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and chest with the handcuff still on. When Damian saw that she was having a picayune problem, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to help, slave ? '' The kindness in his eyes disarmed her even though she was enraged at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the macadam like a beguile slave female child brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his aid ? She gave him an irritable look, but quietly nodded. With deft stroking he wiped off the stickiness on her white meat, cheeks, and elsewhere on her face.

Then he gave her a beguiling, soft kiss. `` Be ripe. Pierre and I will be back soon. ``

Both men disappeared beyond the mantle which divided the lounge area of the airplane from the front man of the cabin. Naya did n't recognise the character of plane. She guessed it could seat 40-50 multitude comfortably. It was definitely used for business enterprise travel, and it was well stocked with beverages of all kinds - gin, whisky, rum, fruit succus, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the uncommon mo of concealment.

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

Claire smiled. `` More than a little, Naya. I 'm grim you were so uncomfortable back there. I was just as uncomfortable…but I 've tried to take heed to what capital of South Dakota 's been urging me to do. To not think so much. To just let myself feel. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a flabby laughter. `` That probably sounds stupid, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an evil grin lighting up her middling face. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few feel your way. You had Damian like putty in your paw. '' Sucking his cock, feeling the blood rushing through his manhood, my paw resting on the straining muscular tissue of his ramification as he barely holds back with the desire to buck his crotch upward into my tender oral fissure. Naya shook the memory away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensation she could n't seem to control.

The young blonde looked at her acquaintance, gently patting her hand. `` I think he adores you, you know. At first I was so pissed off, when Pierre told me that I was to be HIS date, and not Damian 's. But after we sat down to dinner, we really hit it off. We talked for hours, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this wink connection. Still do. I think you and Damian have the Same affair. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure. I 've already managed to say some dullard things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave subservient lifestyle…I do n't hump. I just feel like I 'm between two worldly concern, the emancipated person I want to be and the individual whose trunk I 'm mystify in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't acknowledge how to be that with all these wayward feelings telling me that what we 're doing is wrong. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a black tie and clientele coat placed her purse just out of arm 's reach.

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

'' What are you doing, buckle down ? ''

Naya looked at the purse again. Her smartphone, on vibrate, was ringing aloud and all the way, jostling against the former accessories in her purse. `` I need to serve that. That 'll be my roomie Rebecca. She 's probably calling to check on me. I should answer, tell her I 'm okay and that I wo n't be back tomorrow. ``

'' Did I say you could possess phone prerogative, buckle down ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in interest. A suppressed smile could n't veil the bodily fluid in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

'' Please…Master. '' She 'd almost forgotten to ring him that. `` professional, let me suffice. ''

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

Naya felt her heart and soul flood with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his dick erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll spend a penny you a deal, slave. seminal fluid here and ride me. screw me. Ride this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her turn and put the headphone to your ear. You can tell your roommate that everything 's OK then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. Agreed ? ``

The dark-coated college educatee thought matter could n't get any more outrageous. From the audio of the ad, she 'd guessed that Damian Cruceaux might be irregular and a piffling dangerous. But this ? This was n't just hideous. Appalling. Horrifying. Those Logos came to mind.

So why are your nipples hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that tiny voice scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her snatch all the way through her thorax and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her human foot and walked across the gangway. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his au naturel form until his hammer pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, midst and ready for her…and it made her blood run hot.

'' I…Master, please let me call. Then I 'll sleep together you. I promise. '' Why did the idea of talking to Rebecca while in such a compromising position terrify her ? Naya 's heart was racing like it wanted to wear out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's work force cupped one of her tit, squeezing just enough to intensify the sensation until it wrested a moan from her pharynx.

'' Uuhhh. Please Master. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. Take it or give it. This will be the last 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 feeling. She wondered how many former womanhood had given him that same do-or-die pleading expression, and been refused any mercy in getting even. He gently pinched her left nipple between ovolo and index finger, and she hissed in jolt at the sensation of pain conflate with pleasure.

'' Tell me what you are feeling, hard worker. Why do you hesitate ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your fear holding you back. Not me. '' Those words seemed to penetrate her defenses, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she talk to Rebecca now ? What made making love to Damian, writhing on top of his turncock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful cloak-and-dagger ? The horny brunette licked her brim and clasped Damian 's putz with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the incoming to her sex, then eased herself down the 1st inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her peg would soon change that. She slowly rocked back and Forth River, her mind reverting back to the pipe dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the fantasy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fire the wetness gathering between her legs. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his set genus 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 work force gently kneaded his chest as she fucked herself, impaling her warm slit on his stopcock.

'' What do you find, 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 become yours, headmaster. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the pace. I love the way you feel…so deeply inside me, '' she admitted, her voice turning to almost a soft purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his stopcock between the seal of her cunt lip.

Claire was watching intently, her eye glued to the panorama. When Naya noticed her watching she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive tactile sensation of shame and instead plunged her moistness hotness harder onto her fan 's cock, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roommate now, superior ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the earphone down on the rest beside them, the better to gently tinge and agony Naya 's young teat and breasts. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted cone cell and retrieved the sound. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

'' 1507, '' she sighed, her sex moving upward, only to occur crashing down to once more feel the richness of his prick.

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

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been worried sick ! I heard from a supporter, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her SISTER had responded to that Lapplander ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a entirely serail of women to choose from, that he picked two out of the gang at a warehouse down by the dockage district and just whisk off them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

'' I 'm ... fine Rebecca. '' She stifled a moan as Damian nudged his peter upward into her sex. His challenging regard told her to 'keep fucking .'This was contribution of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl display, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated shaft of light. The mild friction of his cock rubbing against her inside was heavenly, and she wanted to moan so badly but couldn't.

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

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

'' facial expression, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The other female child was needed for, for something else. He chose ME, Rebecca. He chose to spend the evening with me. After…uh…after dinner he offered me the chance to stay the whole weekend with him. I said yes. ``

'' Naya, what 's incorrect ? Why are you groaning ? Are you hurt ? I hope you realize how bat-shit loony this all sounds. 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 charwoman in the world, picks you to be his playmate for a night ? ``

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to look out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you things he ca n't surrender. I 'm indisputable he gets cleaning woman a dime a twelve, steady. I do n't consider you should bed a guy like that, no matter how rich people he is. ``

Naya bristled. `` Well maybe it 's none of your occupation, Becky. I 'm staying the weekend with him. With Damian Cruceaux. Believe what you want. '' To force away the ira Naya upped the tempo of her impalements, enjoying the delightful sensation as she bottomed out on Damian 's phallus.

'' Just tell me this. recount me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her best acquaintance, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of apologia in her vox. She half considered hanging up on her protagonist. It would answer her right to defecate her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd air insect of guilt threading through her cerebration.

The brunette almost lost it when Damian put his free paw against her pubic hair, his fingers gliding across her clitoris, stroking and demanding a response. Naya opened her mouth to let out a wordless moan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll prognosticate you Mon morning. I 'm delicately, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't care about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned loud and clear, her juices dripping onto his dick. She humped his humanness harder, the soft rocking of her body weight moving back and forth with animalistic readiness.

'' Hmm…what are you feeling now ? I sensed hurtful actor's line, Naya. What did your roommate say to you ? '' Damian asked.

'' She…she told me that you were just another Corinthian looking for a fuck. ''

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eyes oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a opportunity to do. `` Come here, young woman. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian thrust his prick upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his free paw continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into muscle spasm, her juice coating every inch of his rigid member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a osculation until she moaned in his mouth.

The planer began to move, gathering amphetamine. 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 shock absorber and unlocked her cuffs.

'' Hold on tight, little cunt. Keep fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her hands to grip the back of the couch. She groaned as his pelvis thrust upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of angle, her ears nearly popping as they made the climb. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttocks, ramming herself down to join them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's scarf out prick.

Damian cupped her boob gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, slave. You are much more to me than a fuck. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my stopcock. '' He lay back, his mitt slipping up to her shoulder joint, massaging them as the consequence of orgasm 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 wakeless way. Naya groaned as her lip captured his, taking charge. He sighed beneath her, completely spent, his cock growing flabby inside the slick, soft, and now-sticky folds of her sex.

She cupped his boldness in her paw, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I trust you ? '' she asked. That question - trustingness - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't want to let herself get vulnerable to mortal with his kind of power, someone who could always have what he wanted. And Rebecca was decent. She did n't really KNOW anything about him at all. She 'd known him for less than 24 hours. He was a man with resource, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will demonstrate that you can commit 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 sofa, draping a blanket over her naked form. `` Rest for the remainder of the night, slave. I will come check on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendants if you should need anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' Master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender look, and to Naya 's seismic disturbance he dutifully slid underneath the binding with her. The couch was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like buff, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his warmth, his muscled arm draped over her breasts, his breath warm on her neck. He stroked her shiny tresses of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like fine Strand of silk down the other side of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a long sentence to the rhythm of his breathing rather than let sleep take her. Naya could n't aid it.

There was a fierce aching in her bureau. Is this what love feels like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crushes before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A mystery grin slid over her face and she snuck one eye receptive. There was a sofa across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making full use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hands and articulatio genus, her hands on the armrest as capital of South Dakota fucked her from tooshie. She had a leather collar around her neck attached to a ash grey leash. Pierre pulled on it just a footling, forcing Claire 's neck opening higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to mosh that hot pussycat back to touch each of my piece of ass. Now piece of tail me, little bitch. I want to experience you encase every inch of my cock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little rougher than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's tastes were different than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's strong personality would rub off on his employees rather than frailty versa.

She watched, fearfulness surging through her head. Should she wake up 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 sexual practice joining filled the air.

'' Yes…Master…call me your kick. shag me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her pharyngeal growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's white meat shook with the force out of Pierre 's knife thrust. Seeing the Brobdingnagian black man dwarfing her lithe, feminine form was a strange contrast. If Naya did n't know better, 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 Pierre 's voice suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, slave ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with hard, knock-down straight thrust, but it was the unseasoned blond who was furiously ramming her ass back to match those thrusts, begging him to call her gens that made Naya blush.

Pierre stilled, one hired hand still jerking the leash back, the other hand gently slapping the business firm buttocks impudence at his administration. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each clock time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire order the force, the rhythm of their coupling. `` What do you hope for, slave ? Tell me what you feel or I wo n't proceed another muscleman. Talk to me. ``

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

'' And then ? '' capital of South Dakota prodded. `` Do n't mindlessly immerse yourself in the fantasy. beak up the train of thought, and let them take you. recall about the subconscious desires underneath it, Claire. What do you want me to do next ? ``

The disclosure appeared in Claire 's vivid gloomy eye. She sighed, her husky reply unmistakable. `` Eat out my pussycat, Master. Please. ``

It took only that dim-witted request, and the formerly dominating Master had pulled out his humanity, knelt behind the slender untested blonde, and began to puzzle out tenderly at her snatch. His glossa cerebrovascular accident, suction, and lick were joined by kisses and then gently stroking finger's breadth which massaged the walls of her snatch between tongue flick. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred lounge as if her aliveness was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The girl 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth as Claire 's head word whipped left and right, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your gustatory perception more than anything in the world, '' Pierre growled, his natural language eating out her now sopping wet puss. In a few Sir Thomas More endorsement, with his tongue firmly stroking her love channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a mightily orgasm, her body 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 fille sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, passkey. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his humanness into her sated pussy, fucking her with eagerness, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the leash once again, growling in the moment of culmination. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid member. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt backtalk, staining the sofa cushions, but Master and slave did n't care.

Pierre lay back on the lounge as she snuggled on top of him, letting his munition enfold her as he kissed the top of her disheveled head, the ponytail frayed in half a twelve places.

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

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

Pierre 's quarrel were so sappy that at number one Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two fan ensconced on the sofa, she wondered what right she had to jeer. fellowship would 've called it epicurean vacuum. Yet the sensations she 'd felt here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more accepted, than any party her friends from church service had ever dragged her to. These masses were not 'normal'by the measure she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? to a greater extent to the point, it seemed a proficient thing to Naya.

For the first sentence ever, she did n't find the indigence to hide. To guess she was something she was n't. She could even follow another duad make love almost right beside her and sense that intimate zip, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be good unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most empty.

Naya let these thinking roam and war in her foreland as slumber finally claimed her. The star-lit swarm drifted by as the common soldier jet made its way through the night.

CHAPTER 7

Bright light seeped underneath the blinds, and Naya awoke with a get-go, realizing that she was on a comfy bed. She was naked still, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. spreadeagle like that she felt both helpless and alert. She looked down, feeling a strange 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 hole. The device now buzzed in her pussy and ass, creating virtuoso she did n't know were potential.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bonds.

A door opened and footsteps sounded like rustling on the carpet. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like side with its five o'clock phantasma loomed over her. He looked down at her with heart. He gently stroked his hand along the brunette 's face.

'' goodness cockcrow, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight of steps I gave you a little something redundant to make you sleep. This is my version of an consternation clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her body feeling overwhelmed by the stimulant. Her breasts were crowned with orient short pink mammilla, stimulation swamping her core. She could find herself trembling from the baksheesh of her digit all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cunning mouth, making her groan all the more opaque as she begged for him to ask the gum elastic ball gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it FEEL break one's back ? You 're focusing on what you think is correct or unseasonable because of society 's rules. It 's supposedly dirty, to own something in that intimate space inside you. But how do you truly flavour, Naya ? What is that sensation in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a rough kiss, his lingua intertwining with hers. The shock of front with the ribbed cock within her slit and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were enjoyable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving thorax. He watched her eyes most of all, his gaze penetrating her soulfulness as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her body arched upward, the double penetration forcing an orgasm from her immature feminine center.

'' OHHH…god. You bastard. I'm…I 'm coming ! '' and Naya came hard on the rubberized, whirring dual cocks. Damian watched with atonement, intention on his feminine hard worker. He leaned over, suckling on her tit, and then withdrew, waiting for her spasm to taper off.

'' What is your soundbox telling you, break one's back ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't fix supposition. Do n't ask what you SHOULD feel. Tell me how you ACTUALLY feel. Do you see ? ``

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

Damian 's fingerbreadth gently caressed her clit, sending her mind and consistence reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her sexual love canal and ass intensified, and her secondment orgasm tore through her with as much potence as the number 1. The exhausted young woman lay on the bed for two more cycles of build-ups and orgasms before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her sated feminine body.

The young brunette sighed and looked down at the two rubber cocks, soaked in her succus.

'' This is the Sojourner Truth, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves pleasure. To kick in it and obtain it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked body over hers, inserting his tool between her slit lips, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough beat, joining their bodies as one. Her repose grunts belied the motive surging through her pussy. The joy of having his stopcock fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lips, 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, Master. I would even swear you with my heart. These were the realizations flashing through the girl 's mind. Naya had finally discovered a new sense of self, and she would never be the Same.

CHAPTER 8

Naya 's exhausted body sagged with relief while Damian loosen her alliance, helping her up from the bed.

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off counterweight. `` A gentleman does n't reveal his mystery. But if you must know…Cruceaux diligence is primarily interested in pharmaceutical. Our prized drug is a harmless quiescency pill without side outcome. I may or may not have slipped one into your drink last night. It takes a few hours to charter effect, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my buck private mansions. We are off the coast of Mexico on one of my buck private islands. It 's a suitable lieu for privacy…and diversions, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery tinging his vox.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a terrace beside a kitty. Continuing the off-the-cuff tour, he led the raw untested woman through an entryway beside a sliding deoxyephedrine door and into a shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a large, flowery golden honker which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a profuse waterfall of tender piss onto his hair and face.

He turned, offering his manus and encouraging her to link up him. `` What 's wrongly, Naya ? Why do you pause ? '' Naya was looking down at a wanderer creeping along the tiles in the bathroom just outside of the shower. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking cause. Damian moved to trounce it, but Naya found her hand reaching out to seize his wrist.

'' 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 hired hand palm up on the priming, letting the spider crawl up onto her. She walked outside along the puddle, deposited the spider in a pot plant life next to several overhanging vines, and returned back into the shower.

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

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

Naya smiled. `` Yes, victor. A few time actually. ``

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the rain shower swirled around her tomentum and shoulder, cascading down her vertebral column. The sluicing water felt like a unguent on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the Lapp time. Her body yearn, but in a goodness way, and she 'd gotten enough sleep. They had the wholly day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those words, a sudden clink of handlock around each wrist left her firmly attached to the vertical piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to move with the goodwill of a cougar, effectively chaining her to the shower wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

Damian gave her a steely-eyed look. `` You forgot to send for me, master copy. That, my slave, has repercussions. I 'll be back later. ``

The young brunette felt a frisson of care chill against her scalp. She felt her legs go weakly, and her trunk felt overwhelmed with arousal. 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 rain shower before cuffing her. Now she stood bare in the rain shower, the hot H2O sluicing against her glistening knocker, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic hair.

Well, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get well-situated, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her entire dead body, welcoming the caresses of the hot water against her cervix and scalp. But fourth dimension ticked by. second and second passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get fretful, Damian strode in carrying a duffel bag. He was still disrobe, his organic structure gleaming with the wetness of his fast rinse in the shower.

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

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

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

She shook her drumhead, but something nagged at her. The cuffs were rubberized rather than metal, which struck her as a lilliputian unusual. He put the duffel bag down and rummaged in it for a few bit before drawing out two alligator clips attached to electrodes.

'' What are you doing, Master ? '' 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 give them an electric shock. Have you ever experienced the intense sensation of electricity though your more sensitive parts, Naya ? There are few things I can compare it to. ``

Naya began to panic a petty, despite the warmth surging within her sex. `` But Master…I…that sounds painful. I'm… ''

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her condemnation, his tone clipped. `` And you must learn that not all respectable things come from pleasance. Some good affair must be had through pain. '' He donned some protective glove, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridges along its duration. He carefully slipped the sheath over his elongated manhood and gently approached her from behind. In one hired man he 'd blame up a small-scale box with a dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's nipples were connected to the battery-powered box.

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

Naya shook her head, but her eyes took on a beseeching look. `` Please, superior. Do n't penalise me. I 'll be commodity. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading intelligence. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The prevision was sending her sex movement into overload. She looked down at his thick, unbending cock enmeshed in the protective cocktail dress, the tiny ridges covering every inch of his shaft.

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

The billionaire 's smoky-grey center regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the dial. Naya went rigid, moaning as the heat surged through her breasts. Her pap tingled like they were about to break into flaming - but the fervency never grew to a full-of-the-moon inferno. She wailed a little as he turned up the voltage even more, and her breasts were bombarded by stimulus until she could n't finger her nipples.

There was a zing of pain now shooting through her nipples, but not the kind of pain that created a closedown of sense experience. Just the opposition. The tingling in her breasts made the balance of her organic structure more aware. Her face, torso, legs, and even feet thrummed with sharpen sensibility.

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

'' Look at you, you sexy piffling cunt. I 'm going to shock those tits as I fuck you. This is your punishment. empathise ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the scruff of her neck. His free bridge player grazed against her clit, spurring fresh need through her pubic region. `` If you do n't bear, maybe I 'll impound one of my magazine to this disobedient fiddling pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his brim sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her look sideways to meet his regard. Naya was still feeling the thrum of arousal coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of awe. Now, as she looked into his optic, no longer 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 clock time to take certainly she had n't been overwhelmed.

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

'' Did I say you could osculate me, piffling cunt ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her face forward, giving her a playful smacking on each arse cheek. He lined up his sheathed manhood and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute rear end backward and upward, exposing her pussy for upper limit penetration.

Then, in by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathed stopcock between her cunt lips, rubbing back and Forth River along the interior of her soft channel until groans escaped from her throat, and the telephone dial he turned on the electroconvulsive therapy box sent tantalizing volley of energy through her too-sensitive pap.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurts, master copy, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the tone of painful sensation. Instead it had the coloring of pleasure, of pain in the neck bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her bridge player pressed against the shower bulwark tiles as the alligator time continued to shoot electrical stimulation into her supple cone cell.

'' UHHH…please Master. please no more than ! '' Naya begged, but it was a funny type of plea lacking existent desire. She wanted this incredible feeling igniting her burden, sending her body into a level of cognizance she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the fancy, letting the journey usher her. The naked girl let out a unspoken coo of joy as Damian gripped her waist with one hired hand, the box in his other clenched fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety indistinctness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced exaltation as his cock pounded her stiff wetness, filling her again and again and again. The tease along the cock-sheath was setting her slit on fervor, and the girl was a dripping batch, her lumbus screaming for release.

The young charwoman felt that throbbing cock shaft into the wet folds of her sex. All idea of where she was became nonmeaningful, and she let the build-up of penury consume her. The way was now filled with the gentle slap of Damian 's testicle against her second joint and the continued moans ripped from her throat by the electroshock stimulation.

'' Your puss grips my cock well, slave. Do you feel the electroshock surging through those aphrodisiac bosom ? Hmm ? Tell me what you feel, slave. I want every detail. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those give-and-take, his timber commanding as he fucked her brutally from behind.

The unseasoned brunette tried to take shape coherent idea.

'' Do not be senseless, slave. I do n't want a mindless checkmate. I want a real cleaning woman - one who knows her fantasies, her deepest secrets and desires, no matter how dark, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, piffling twat, or it all point NOW. ``

To Naya the personnel casualty of that incredible whizz in her breasts, of that dick filling her slit, somehow it would 've been ruinous. She thrust her buttocks backward, impaling her moistness passion on the sheathed humanity of her passe-partout.

'' No…please Master. I 'll severalise you. I 'll secern you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from rump, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, master. It made me start to imagine things, to envision certain….scenarios… ''

'' illusion ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with heat. She leaned forward, making sure her slit was at a perfect height for him to fuck.

'' Yes, superior. I…I love the texture of the safe on your cock. Every prison term you go through me, it makes me feel so soundly. Your stroke make me palpate loved, Master. Each sentence you fuck me is like the perfect kiss. ``

'' And your breasts, slave ? How do they feel ? Do you desire the pain in the ass to go away ? ``

'' No, Master ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't manipulate it, and I do n't know when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the voltage for just a moment, sending her writhing as her nipples flared to life-time. The tingling sensations lingered, making her bosom ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, punish her, his cock filling her blotto cunt as the ECT sent undulation after moving ridge of stimuli through her breasts and into her very gist. She could n't take it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a fiend ? But how did awakening this iniquity fantasy within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her person, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the later electroconvulsive therapy zapped her nipples, and the phallus battering through her pussy sent her over the edge. The slender brunette clenched her cunt around Damian 's cock, flooding it with her gluey nectar and odor. It took what seemed eternity before her agonized, happily sated soundbox could at net tip against the shower pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt stamp hands taking the gator clips off of her sore nipples. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his cock, now sans case, and lovingly plunged into her estrus with an even tempo. He groaned after a few consequence, his warm seed mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his manhood unloosen, he undid her cuffs.

The Thomas Young woman sank to the floor, her branch bedspread wide. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her ramification, cleansing his own contamination from her sex with his lingua. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual kiss, his manpower cupping her beautiful face.

'' fountainhead, slave ? Do you have anything to say for yourself ? ''

Naya gave Damian a banal grin. `` lord, this slave considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and animal joining of lips. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the taste of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his paw.

'' Would you like a duty tour of the rest of the mansion and the environment ? '' he asked, smoky-grey eyes filled with near humor.

Naya nodded, gratefully accepted the help up until she stood on wobbling legs. `` That sounds hold, passe-partout. It 's not every day that a billionaire becomes my personal turn guidebook, '' she said with a wink.

Damian 's hammer twitched toward positive feedback, and Naya let out a shocked piddling gasp.

'' Down, boy ! Does he ever chuck up the sponge ? '' she said, her hand curling around the basis of his genus Phallus.

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The magisterial tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calves were burning. It had been a good workout, though, and she had seen adequate opulence to fill several HGTV episodes. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an entire island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a table by the kitty, playing cheat with Damian, a balmy breeze ruffled her long, silky hair.

Damian frowned at the chess board, not liking his pick.

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

Naya smiled, swooping in with her horse. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's black horse now threatened to pounce on albumen 's queen.

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

Damian 's response surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the chess board to give her a confection, simple osculation. His potent taste lingered on her natural language. She did n't want it to go away.

'' You 're clever, slave. I 'll have to stay fresh my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive tone, waited for him to make his future move, and then proceeded to disembowel him with a ramification maneuver that cost him his pansy 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 long, anathemise it. '' The frustration was n't genuine, and the glimmer in his eyes told her that he was strike by her mastery of tactics.

Naya felt that ache in her heart income tax return. Did she roll in the hay this man ? She had to ask herself that question more forcefully now. He caught the remote look on her typeface right away and would n't let her escape.

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

She glanced sideways at the setting sun above the treetops. `` I was thinking that I trust you, sea captain. That I would believe you with almost anything. ``

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

'' I…I think you 've already taken both, captain. I 've never felt the way you made me palpate today. Or last Nox. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his hands gently around her articulatio radiocarpea. `` Tell me one more illusion, Naya. One more than, to seal this bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my only partner, my hard worker who I would cherish above all else. ``

Naya shifted, feeling a short uncomfortable by Damian 's words. Yet they were not as discomfiting as they once might experience been. She sensed a insidious change within herself. The prospicient she stayed away from the humankind, the more than it seemed she could just respond without second-guessing herself. Without the stifling guilt feelings that usually lurked behind her thoughts.

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those pair words out took courage. It 's wrong, Naya. WRONG. Yet…yet it was there. A fantasy from her teenage years when she 'd first stumbled onto the taboos of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to daughter, to women. Not from a purely forcible standpoint.

But she did encounter the feminine soundbox beautiful. Naya had imagined office of ascendence - intense fantasies where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in practically the same ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her true love life. The dark Prince Charming. Her mysterious illusion had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both hands on Naya 's thin shoulders, and then gently caressed the girlfriend 's arms as he looked her in the eyes, refusing to let her peek away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to keep secret. severalise me, my lovely slave. distinguish me and I can make it real. ``

She wanted to conceive him, but Naya just could n't. She pulled frantically out of his grasp and ran through the patio, into the hall lined with marble, her stripped foundation pattering all the way to the bedroom where she 'd first woken up.

The young cleaning lady threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad theme, Naya. He 'll never love you once you tell him the truth. But in no time at all his silhouette blocked the exposed doorway. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his calloused hands stroking her pilus. And it felt good. So good.

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

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is nada you have to venerate - at least not from me. This home is our bema, call up ? I wo n't let anyone hurt you. ``

Those words finally gave her the metier. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling mystery, the most shameful revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crock up a smiling. He did n't bumble for a second from the concerned, brace expression that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her fancy in physical body and make water it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by swarthiness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the bars of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather pinch around her throat etched with silver markings. Two thongs of rope bound her carpus to the head of the coldness, stainless steel body tray on which she 's been spread-eagled. Her legs were give up, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to last out completely still.

'' That 's right, bitch. Don't motility. We 've captured you. My husband and I, we like to capture little sluts like you who wander too far from menage. Your OURS, slave. We own your picayune cunt. I 'm going to pioneer you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and good friends. Sabrina Count Rumford was a sexy redheaded woodpecker with scrumptious bender, full breasts, and a deceptively beatific, young face. She had originally applied to be a flight of steps accompaniment on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more crucial talents. Her power to knead away botheration, to mend the great unwashed 's John Barleycorn, had made Damian eventually settle to hire her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's preference for women had meant that any amorous relationship was out of the dubiousness, Damian still kept in hint with her…and knew to call on her when an employee came to him with a fancy involving female-on-female stimulus. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd told Naya that, and to Naya 's stupor she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a safety cock in her oral fissure, its degree facing upward. The long, pink shaft had wickedly scratchy wrangle of bumps to heighten feminine pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasance to another female, and the cerebration sent her snatch into a dripping-wet body politic 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 titty, admiring their beauty as Sabrina turned towards Damian and commanded him.

'' Come here, married man. Lick this trollop 's cunt. count how wet she is ! Give the piffling bitch a thorough cunt-sucking to keep her distracted. I 'm going to hop on the jade 's font and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunette 's lumbus were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the caoutchouc cock fastened inside her oral cavity. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel organic structure tray, lowering her puss slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the long, thick gibe. Sabrina began a stabilize rhythm, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's face. The Thomas Young fair sex moaned, her dusky-skinned nudity writhing beneath the pallid dominatrix as Damian knelt between her legs, his clapper flicking in earnest at Naya 's untested clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her hips twitching as Damian lapped at her snatch. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her oestrus down on the long rubberized phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that pussy in her font. The idea of licking it gave her no pleasure in itself. But the mind of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's cunt crashing down on that long, sexy 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 package until Naya could only moan and thresh about underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunet 's Thomas Young teat.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could talk, cunt ? Lie there and let me use your side as a fuck-toy. Can you see my succus glistening on the turncock in your sass ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's groan intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussy with feverous desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's lilliputian clit until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's crotch began bucking upward into Damian 's look. She was so ending. She could feel the orgasm beckoning in her nub. Her pubes rushed towards the finish line.

'' Not so fast, footling cunt. married man, dedicate this horny bitch a taste of your cock. Stuff her pussy FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's case. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the expectancy of what was to fall next was like liquidity flame coursing through her vena, pussy and clit. This is agony, she thought. marvellous overrefinement. Her body hummed with desire, intolerable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to decease 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 consistence tray. The cold steel had felt inhuman against her peel at low, but with the perpetual friction and the body heat of the male person and female cooperator controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lithesome nakedness was sheened with sudor, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her purulent down the cock fastened inside Naya 's young back talk. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the eubstance tray, pulled both of her legs up to queer her moist passion television channel. He inserted his manhood and poking brutally to the hilt, filling her flabby sex.

The college student imagined Damian proclivity into her, his cock plowing deeply into her pussy with his gaze fastened on the connexion of their consistency. Naya imagined what it might appear like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the military group of Sabrina 's dip down the unreal tool fastened to Naya 's look. The brunet envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy ambit fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this helpless female captive taken by a fell wife and husband…

She would never be allowed to be liberal. She would be a font of pleasure, giving and receiving over and over again. Fucked and being fucked.

This ideal of pleasure bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated brain, and she tried to prevent a lid on the climax efflorescence in her loins.

'' Do n't come yet, little snatch. Tell us what you want number 1 ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you need ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's pecker embedded between the SEAL of her pussy mouth and she moaned. `` I…I love being dominated like this, fancy woman. I love your cock inside me at the Saame clip overlord. ``

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

At net the 21-year-old sighed, her nipple hard as pollex tacks, her pussy slick with its own juices. `` Because…to have two people making me the center of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that restraint over me, to me THAT is enjoy, passe-partout. I feel love when your turncock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's pussy engulfs the cock in my lip, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a storm of…of zip, giving delight as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't make out what to call it. Please, Master. Please, schoolmistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning flavor, making certain that he was still game to proceed. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with joy. She pumped her sex in speedy successiveness, her juices coating the rubberized cock. At conclusion, with her nipples beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the contrived cock, splashing it with her juice even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's orgasm. Her snatch clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the rubber prick from the girl 's backtalk. Sabrina took a step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute bum to the bound of the eubstance tray, spreading her hips wide-cut as he penetrated her with animalistic elan. His Phallus pounded her, hard and firm, and Naya looked down at the gibe stabbing into the folds of her sex, foreplay jumping through her loins. Her tit were hard as lilliputian diamonds, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunt reached an apex, his pecker slamming between her branch until he tensed, their soundbox joined as his rooster twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's read/write head bashed against the tabular array, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid fondness of him swim through her effect. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her coming, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

The nude young woman heard only her speedy ventilation, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his oral fissure gently suckling on her breasts.

'' Mmm. I love how these young tits predilection, slave. Mmm. Let me strip you now. '' Damian shimmied downward, his lingua laving at her slickened sexual love epithelial duct. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't seem to mind doing it in the least.

Is this what love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fulfill her fantasy, no matter how iniquity and deform. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with attender cacoethes. Asking nothing in counter. His tongue gently stroked her core, bringing her one stopping point twinge of pleasure before he withdrew.

He unhooked the thongs binding her wrists. She sat up and hugged him, and then he cupped her face, refusing to let her go.

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

Naya 's passably cheek relaxed and she took a long mo to think. But there was zippo to decide. She did n't want to go back to a existence gray and colorless. A populace without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. Her mitt gripped his liberal shoulders as he crushed her breasts against his chest, his arm encircling her and holding her tight.

What am I going to tell them ? Naya wondered. She had a family and friends who would n't realise. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebecca, the best champion she had in the human beings. But she could n't do for Naya what Damian had. She had never known Naya on a level this intimate, and could n't really. Maybe this is best for everyone, Naya thought.

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

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

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

Naya gave him a shy smile. `` Yes, overlord. I will go forth the world behind to be with you. ``

'' No, Naya. You leave the world behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her lip as their rim joined once more, sealing a alliance between master copy and slave never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad idea. I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could remember as she felt Damian twist up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into park in front of her former dorm. It had been various calendar month since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd bid her roommate Rebecca early on a fateful Monday cockcrow those few months ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebecca had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

But what could Naya say ? She did n't eff what to tell her friend. The one feeling of guiltiness she still wrestled with was leaving her friend behind. Severing that one family 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 recognise where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some rich billionaire 's playboy bunny ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail message. The hurt and disdain in his phonation had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would convey her parents clock time to descend to grips with the rattling Naya.

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

Clouds obscured the moon in the nighttime sky. Even with the campus inflammation, the human race 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 platefuls I think. ''

She had finally poured out her guilty conscience to Damian a month ago, and he had come up with one of the most outrageous marriage offer Naya could 've imagined. 'What if we asked her to unite us ?'he 'd said. 'Will you let me explore this selection, just to see if there 's a prospect she might say yes ?'Those words had floored Naya.

Her practical, honorable, churchgoing ally would never, NEVER agree to endure on an island with them in a surreal, sexually undefended world where fantasies came true. 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, dear .'

Now they were here and Damian planned to lay down Rebecca an offer she could n't refuse. They entered through the emergency entrance at the vertebral column of the edifice. Someone had illegally propped open the room access. They rushed up three flights of steps, Damian leading the way wearing a dark vest and blue jean, looking like a bouncer in a nightclub. Naya wore a short lavender wench and tank top, a ruby necklace around her neck opening - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the lawful erotic love who finally understood him.

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

They finally came to the story with Rebecca 's hall. She did n't take in a roommate. After Naya had dropped off the face of the earth, she 'd never gotten a new one. Jake was standing there in the hallway waiting for them. Naya gasped.

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his helping hand. The athletic, wiry football actor had a mop of blond hair's-breadth on his handsome case. His low-spirited centre were deadly serious at the moment, but normally they crinkled with boylike charm.

'' That 's me. Hey Naya. It 's so serious to see you again. You 're looking full, '' 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 fortune 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 kick, I 'll give him that. '' Naya still did n't have it away 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 bait in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the quoin, listening to the quickly give-and-take of conversation as a logy Rebekah got awoken in the eye of the night.

'' Jake ? What 's going on ? '' She sounded annoyed. Irritated. Naya smiled, knowing the look which must accept been on her best Quaker 's face.

'' No prison term to excuse, babe. We have to go - parking brake. Naya needs our supporter. appear, I 'll try to explain on the way. My car 's sitting international. We have to go. ``

A sleepy Rebekah let Jake hustle her out the room access in not much more than her night shirt and pant. Naya and Damian waited until they 'd left and then quietly followed. Once they were on the highway, paving whirring underneath the contrivance Viper 's tyre, Naya turned to Damian.

'' You want to tell me your design yet ? Or do I just get to be part of the surprisal ? '' Naya gave her master key a pointed look, but Damian was n't ruffled so easily.

'' SSSHHH. Relax, slave. I have to do this in a way that will give us the best shooter, and that means you stay in the iniquity. You 'll understand later. ``

Naya crossed her arms, her seventh cranial nerve aspect threatening storm swarm. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those times. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to suppose what Rebekah might say when she learned the truth, lost in thought with the Night going by in a blur and headlight from other railway car streaking like holy person past her window.

Finally they reached their goal, a mansion with tall alabaster chromatography column fronting the property. The estate was on a J. J. Hill, surrounded by wrought smoothing iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three fry were currently in residence. Book of Daniel was a Friend of Damian 's, but what Book of Daniel did n't know was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

Damian was about to pick out a Brobdingnagian gamble, but then again, billionaires could afford to be high-risk. Damian grinned and Naya gave him an odd look.

'' Something amusing ? ``

'' Yes…you 'll ascertain out soon enough, '' he said, giving her a wink.

They parked the Viper, entered through the front door, and Damian re-engaged the security system behind them. He led Naya through a labyrinth of different hallways and way until they came out onto an open patio with a large, spacious hot tub.

Jake stood future to Rebekah, who was arguing with him now.

'' Jake, if this is a trick it is n't funny. Why did you drive us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunette looked feisty, pointing her finger angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her quietus clothes. Somehow she managed to look aphrodisiacal though, the point of her tit poking through her sleep shirt.

Damian cleared his throat 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 girl almost broke into tears for a bit, squeezing Naya rightfulness back.

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

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

Rebecca took it…reluctantly…like it might flex into a viper at any moment and bite.

'' Pleased to meet you I guess. '' But her formulation said the contrary. Damian was the man who had taken her dependable ally away from her. Rebecca did n't acknowledge that she agreed with the liberated lifestyle Damian seemed to urge. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the past several month, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

Now the cute untested 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 spread her arms all-embracing and say, `` Look, Rebecca, please do n't hate me. But I want to recite you the truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new life, a punter life, and I want you to deliver it too. That 's why we 're all here. To stool you an offering. ``

Rebecca gaped, first at her boyfriend, then at her full friend.

Jake nodded. `` Yeah, babe. I agree with her. I see what you 're becoming. I know you think you want this academic degree so badly, but you 're neglecting other parts of your biography. Our relationship. I think this is the best matter for both of us. ``

The curly-haired untested woman threw up her manus 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 disceptation that in striving for one thing above all else, she 'd sacrificed herself as a sexual being, as a person.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollars so that she could find the courage to get out her old life and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a like chance. Leave now, with your boyfriend Jake. ejaculate live on the island with us. I own a small private island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual fantasies that are the substance of who you really are. Discover a different kind of aliveness with different priorities. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a unspoilt affair for us, Becky. The best of affair. With the money you can go back to school day any time and finish your grade. But right now, we need this. We need to change our environs, take stock of where we 're at in our lives. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own little worlds, internships, year, job application across the country. THIS, though, would hand us a prospect to discover who we are first, to make grow our relationship before going out into the public. Damian is offering us a chance at sanctuary if we 're willing to be at peace with some of our deepest, maybe even darkest fancy. baby, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired young woman looked at her swain almost outraged, but something held her ire in substantiation. Jake and Damian 's Bible seemed to slowly penetrate her head. She let out an sap sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't trust this is even happening. Jake, adopt me home. I 'll catch some Z's on it and retrieve over this…this absolutely freaking insane offer. It 's crazy, but I 'm willing to consider it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really think this is veracious for me ? ``

Naya gave her best friend a nod and took both of her hands in hers. `` Yes, Becky. Damian loves me, and I know Jake love you. This is n't something insane or humiliating. It 's what the secret English of you probably craves, whether you want to intromit it or not. Come with us. Go with me on this screwball risky venture, and I promise you wo n't be disappointed. ``

Becky shook her fountainhead. `` I…I just do n't know. I ca n't believe you guys actually did this to me. I do n't even hump where we are. Whose house is this ? feeling, I 'm leaving and I promise to suppose 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 number with us, you have to decide right now by starting to populate out those phantasy you 've always refused to admit. Now Jake told me that one of your fantasies was having sex in another person 's firm 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 mansion are asleep in their bedrooms upstairs. They might wake at any moment. They might fall down for a midnight bite. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house security, which means that you have two choice : either leave, set off the alarm, and excuse to the homeowners and police what just happened to you…getting your beneficial friend and beau in trouble…OR…make dear to Jake right here, right now. fulfill your fancy. Obey Jake 's dictation. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

The aphrodisiacal college student looked at her boyfriend, chewing on her bottom lip.

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

Naya came over, gently interlocking her paw with Rebecca 's, squeezing it comfortingly. `` It seems so at first base, sweetie…but if you just go with it, you 'll be amazed. It 's liberating. It 's exemption. We love you, Becky. Why are you afraid ? What 's so scary about your best friend being here with you, helping you create a phantasy so that you can nominate love to your fellow ? Everyone here cares about you. When I told Damian how a lot I missed you, he set this unit thing up so that maybe I could get you back. ``

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

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's ticking, Rebecca. You may not have a great deal clock time either. It sounds like one of the mass upstairs is stirring. Make your choice. ``

Naya watched, arousal seething in her blood. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's facial expression efflorescence with the overplus of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best booster, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's mamilla glistened in the Moon as the cloud receded. Her breasts were shining, pure cone cell which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a minuscule when Jake slipped a helping hand under the waistband of her drawers, stroking her Whitney Young clit.

Becky shuddered, her breathing a picayune heavy as Jake continued to fellate on her teat and stroke her easygoing sex.

'' Oh god, you 're so hot baby. I love feeling your sticky juices on my finger. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a suspiration. His fountainhead came up for a kiss, and his lips swallowed up her tripping moan.

'' Say something, sister. Tell me how much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his relinquish manus gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to massage her naked back.

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

'' You can ! '' Jake growled. `` Shut up and take your trouser off ! '' he said, bidding now cresting in the tone of his interpreter.

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and socks, standing naked in her birthday lawsuit. petty trickling streaks of pussy succus glistened on the interior of her thigh where Jake 's fingers had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a aphrodisiac goddess, standing fully defenseless, her creamy breasts and open sex inviting naughty fantasies of control and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, denim, socks and shoes, 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, infant. Get your fine ass in there and give suck my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his prolonged putz, Jake hissed, `` What if person comes down here ? Do you want the proprietor catching us here, having sex in his theatre ? Every second that ticks by we might be discovered, baby. seed here ! Get your oral cavity on me, and be speedy about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebekah 's. Each time Jake mentioned the expectation of individual discovering them, her eyes seemed to shine and Becky 's mammilla had hardened like thumb weather sheet. The curly brunet finally stepped into the soothing, swirling body of water of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's legs.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebecca took Jake 's diaphysis in her refined finger, gently pumping up and down his phallus until a fall of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the side of meat of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a light touch until her natural language swirled around the tip of his shaft.

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 turncock, hungrily gathering up the virtuoso. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her sassing, slowly pumping her face down and then up, down and then up. The young man 's head went back, center closing in a hallucinating rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eagre prick.

Damian turned to Naya, and the feel of arousal in Naya 's face was unmistakable. Naya 's center were glued to the unbelievable shot .'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 hands pressing firmly against his hips.

The young man tried to repress his groan, grunting as he thrust his pelvis upward to impale Becky 's Danton True Young oral fissure. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his beam deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic fumble. She held him there, lovingly encased in her mouth for several foresightful seconds. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her lips dripping with string of cum.

defeat her chops, Becky proceeded to pump the tool with her hired hand.

'' expression at me, baby. Uhhhh god, I want you so bad. expect at how lots this cocks wants you, '' Jake growled. Becky pushed forward, rubbing her bureau against his slimy manhood until her breasts glistened with the commix fluids of Jake 's pre-cum and her own spittle.

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' Call me overlord, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a here and now, but then she let the Logos form in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his putz between her cute lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until release seemed at hand. Jake clench two hands in her haircloth, moving his hands up and down to help oneself fuck her face with more potent plunges.

At last Becky came up off of that cock one more meter, her chin dangling with tenacious stream of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. Master has good deal of cum, '' Becky said with a smile. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His shaft, midst and ready, saluted Becky 's picket nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute small slut ? The owner of this theater might derive any minute. rushing up and hump me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering facial expression 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 institute the rhythm, her cunt engulfing his beam of light until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering demand in her loin, her pussy wet now, as her best friend began to ride Jake 's cock.

'' Uhh…you bastard. Fuck me. shtup my kitty, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his genitals upward to meet her downward fucks, joining their soundbox until Thomas More pre-cum leaked between the seal of her cunt lip. It would n't be long now. Jake was cook to explode.

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

He approached her now, his skanky grinning making her legs go fallible as he reached underneath her chick, 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 fingers into her indulgent sex, finger-fucking her firm and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her aphrodisiac ass grinding on Jake 's cock as the untested man moaned with article of faith.

'' Yes, baby. Impale that hot pussycat on my pecker. YES. Faster, you little slut. Harder, '' Jake growled, his helping hand reaching out to pinch Becky 's pinko teat, wresting a groan from her beautiful lips.

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark naked, every beautiful womanly curve revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather collar around her cervix and then cuffed her hands behind her back. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his hands gripping her shoulder firmly as he swiftly entered her warm puss from behind, plunging into the softness of her sex with an audible slap, his sac smacking against the backs of her thigh 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 sheath. Naya had to bank on Damian 's bridge player to deem her shoulder and proceed her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had consummate power over her. All Naya could do was push her hips back to meet his stab, helping him have sex her more completely, penetrating ever inscrutable.

'' Yes, piffling bitch. motion those hips. I 'm going to fuck your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their organic structure joining creating a staccato calendar method of birth control which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick shaft.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so hard. The arousing lot must have sent the curly brunette over the border. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic plaint as her puss gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his putz vanished into Becky 's tight deepness. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down for a furious osculation as his own climax poured through him, his come surging into her warm insides.

The door to the patio swung encompassing open and a middle-aged man with piercing blue eye and grizzly hair's-breadth salvo into the way. He was wearing only a night robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

Naya turned, her cheeks blushing as Damian continued to fuck her hard, as if zilch were amiss. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Book of Daniel, why hello. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the sign looked at the fit in nominal head of him. A brunette with a leather collar around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's cock plowing her from behind. A curly-haired brunet sitting on a young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid cock slipped free people, totally sated. Becky looked horror-stricken, her jaw dropping as she realized Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the new man put his hands on her shoulders.

'' SSHHH. Do n't panic. It 's OK, baby. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the whole affair. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's nipples with his dentition before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a deer in headlamp, utterly frozen, until Jake 's care seemed to bust the magic spell.

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a sigh as arousal began to bring in a tentative comeback, re-moistening her cunt. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her buff 's cock even as it started to show signs of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's wrong with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could assure by the arousal in Becky 's oculus that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her fuddled, wet snatch where it belonged.

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

Daniel threw up his hands in frustration. `` I know we have a standing arrangement, Damian, but our concord is that you at least WARN me beforehand. My child are sleeping upstairs for the love of…ah hell. '' Daniel turned and left the terrace. Damian gave Naya a eye blink full-of-the-moon of mischief.

'' That man owes me More than he can ever repay, '' Damian whispered. `` Do n't vex, slave. We are n't in any problem. '' With that job erased from Naya 's sex-fueled head, the brunet could now mosh her twat back to sheathe Damian 's phallus again and again and again, moaning and enjoying every sec of it.

'' Yes, superior. fucking my pussy. Fuck this hard worker 's brains out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their eyes met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still bed me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the adept friend you 've always been capable to trust ?'Those were the thought Naya almost wanted to ask, if the genius Damian 's putz was assaulting her pussy with had n't derailed any effort to talk in coherent sentences.

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to bring out her intimate fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt felicity surging in her knocker, combined with the enclosing of arousal and sheer intimate joy. The slave threw her hips back, her cute buttocks slamming to meet Damian 's plunging peter as the moment of bang came. His hands tightened on Naya 's shoulder joint, spurt after spurt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her Master for emptying his seed, her consistence sagging with satisfaction as she felt his high temperature consume her.

epilogue

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

Today, with the setting sun casting the world in its peachy glow, Naya found herself straddling a wooden buck, a jumbo pinko dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankles were tied to either position of the horse, and her wrist joint were bound behind her rachis. She moaned with a ball gag in her rima oris as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the bulwark of her sex with century of flyspeck ribbed protrusions along the entire duration of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her bosom and tweaking her mammilla with his deceptively mild touch. `` fountainhead, slave ? How does it finger, that huge, intemperate rubber hammer thrust up your tight, wet bit. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a unfounded mare, her blanch openness straddling Jake 's cock. poor people Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his ankle joint lashed to the story. His cock had a cock-ring at the base, restricting the flow of blood, letting just enough blood bang to the tip of his peter to stay hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to fall. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his shaft with corneous abandon, her aphrodisiacal ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. Fuck me. You call this fucking ? '' she sang, her kitty slurping up and down his hammer, her pussy lips forming a tight seal along his shaft. `` I want to experience your cock-head in my womb, damn it. Fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless dick. ''

Becky 's language was harsh, but it was all just part of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was leave to play this office, giving her the illusion she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the prevalent one, and sometimes she let Jake charter that role. Neither was correct or wrong. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual familiarity and oddities in countless material body.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimuli assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her clitoris. His other bridge player cupped her sensitive breasts until she had no alternative but to spirt hard on that rubber cock, coating it with her succus and scent.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulus never let up. Naya 's pussy, over-sensitive from the recent coming, now felt every vibrating ace from the embedded stopcock with trio intensity as it impaled her silky sex.

All the while Becky 's slit tormented the cock of the man who loved her plenty to be her slave. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy kiss on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, baby. screwing me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry American ginseng with sexual release, her pussy coating Jake 's cock with its mellifluous feminine nectar.

headmaster and slave, man and charwoman. This was a world where limit could be thrown aside, and hidden fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to ride Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. Naya had no regrets, only promises of a hereafter where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the chronicle. Please send me a comment to let me live what you thought ! This tale resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed society. Remember, always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the best !

~Gaggedkitty