CHAPTER 1

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

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mysterious as his picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her seemed misanthropic, the eye hard, almost frigidness, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at least a X her elderly, but his lean brass had somehow retained the charm of a often new man. Damian 's eyes were smoky grey. His figure was heavyset, and even under the non-white over-embellished dress shirt, muscles rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. adventurous, overt to possibilities, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one even with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an evening and, if you play your cards right, Damian might just keep you for a while. offer : $ 2 million the first night. Price negotiable after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might stimulate called her petite from a distance, but she had obtrusive bender and a body that screamed feminine beaut. She glanced in the mirror one last clip, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black clothes. It matched the sheeny, charcoal-black fuzz that hung in wavy lushness a good few inch past her shoulder joint. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the runway team at Triton University. She was also a fourth-year studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a gentle interpretation of Naya. Rebekah 's short, curly hair 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 on-line advertisement.

It was insane. Absolutely insane. Naya secretly agreed with her protagonist 's judgement. She was on the contraceptive pill, just like the disclaimer in the ad required, so it wasn't like she was going to get significant. But a lot of other things could happen. It was n't exactly safe.

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell apart me why ? We 're going to fine-tune in a few more months. Is this, like, some shoemaker's last stupid stunt you think you need to do before you become a creditworthy adult ? Because I promise you, there are less stupid manner to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't bonk WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial cause of death for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to secern her the Truth. 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 close to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt void. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her feel active. She did n't want to retrieve about the hereafter, at to the lowest degree not for the clock time being. Running across the online ad in an unsung forum had seemed like a cosmic mansion to Naya. nutcase or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to have what she hoped might be the Night of her spirit, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

The eventide began as Naya had hoped. Just on clip, 8PM, and the synodic month already hanging in the sky like a giant picket Frisbee, the satiny, black limousine pulled up to the curbing near her dorm. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curb bit with her, wearing a much less dressy jeans and a tank top. She gave her champion a adios 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 champion 's concerned eyes, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roommate. This was her best acquaintance, and she was touched how worried Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not dullard. I promise to be heedful. Love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing dark without me. Call that boyfriend you 've been pining for the last few days, '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to give her a puncher in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed number one wood opened the door for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could assay further retribution. She waved at her booster as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pins and needles. A light rain began to precipitate, making the asphalt and buildings glisten with a calibre Naya liked. It reminded her of magic. Wow, what a corny thought. Do n't let your jitters make you say something pudding head tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dream she 'd harbored for a charming evening tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her best ? Would her best be even close to near enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to ease the stress by making small talk.

'' 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 head and looked like he could 've played in the national football conference with no difficulty. But he did n't even reply to Naya, just rolled up the partition windowpane and turned on some pleasant jazz medicine that would 've drowned out any further attempts at communicating.

Naya frowned. The kickoff diminutive bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a remarkable rendition of Rebecca 's voice. As the proceedings ticked by, still totally incognizant of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of unlimited fear. Nearly 45 minutes passed before Naya was prepare to bang on the partition and requirement that 'Pierre'stop consonant the fomite and narrate her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limo eased out of the rain, pulling to a stop in a wide warehouse story flooded with light.

The door opened carefully, and capital of South Dakota gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the duration of the slip, my gentlewoman. superior 's society were to not mouth to you until we arrived. '' The sudden warmheartedness 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 words of beautiful young women. Many of them wore skimpy apparel, others wore pieces of greater elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the ornateness of the gowns and heaviness of the make-up, were trying very hard to look more mature than their long time.

Naya quietly let Pierre take her over to join the course of with child girls. She stood beside a blonde young woman in a shiny red dress which had a ace strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulder joint and plenty of segmentation. Oops. I did n't know this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to finger uncomfortable.

A redheaded woodpecker on Naya 's former face was wearing a sparkly dark-green tank top and black slack embroidered with rowing of bright beads. She turned with a critical look in her emerald eyes. `` A skank is still a skank, no matter how fine the apparel, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged office on an assembly credit line. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the adult female '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 papal bull dog…which I 'm sure Mr. Cruceaux will encounter sooo attractive, '' The blonde woman in the red apparel interjected, taking Naya by the wrist and turning her in the other direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't have intercourse quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blonde fair sex 's expression. Her reasonably gamey eyes were wide-eyed and innocent now, but present moment before they 'd been feisty and incisive.

'' I 'm Claire. '' She held out her bridge player. Naya took it, gave it a gentle shiver.

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to meet you, Claire. That frock looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own segmentation. Below the trim of the dress a ribbon of flowers flared across her trunk, just highlighting her voluptuous chest that much Thomas 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 show and see how much people assume. You can learn a lot about people by what they do or do n't ASSUME, '' she finished with a grin.

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant fingers along the silk clipping of her gorgeous smutty garb. `` Damn, woman. This hugs your bod like the gown of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get points for garishness, but you 've got a lot more tasting, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this palpable, immediate connection, and gave her mitt a squeeze. `` Do you cognize what 's going to happen next ? '' Naya asked `` Have you ever done something like this before ? ``

Claire shrugged, and the anxiousness behind her optic said as much ; they were both in the same boat.

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

A shiver ran up Naya 's spine. She remembered that the online ad had n't said anything about there just being ONE chosen girl. What if Damian Cruceaux liked to have more than one woman in his bed ? What if this occult billionaire wanted Naya to do matter that she did n't need to do ? `` Do whatever he asks, when he asks. '' The full meaning of that had n't started to really hit home until now.

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

Claire squeezed back. `` red cent right we do. ''

The two stood hand in bridge player, talking to one another, trying to keep each other 's spirits up and distracted while more miss were dropped off for the unusual competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 offspring charwoman in the storage warehouse. The constant pattering on the metallic element roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the untested women impatiently waiting. When a black limousine zoomed through the bay doors, screeching to a halt, pennants fluttering with the corporate logo of Cruceaux manufacture unmistakable, the whole station fell dumb 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 doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its undimmed silver gray undershirt contrasting sharply against his two assistant'knit stitch white one, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the line of untested char as if he had a correct to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gown, his eyes seemed much less interest about the physical gift of the women he surveyed than about former lineament.

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 miss he passed. He seemed to measure her whole posture rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's paw again as anxiety wrenched at her heart. She realized her huge foul-up, her body tensing in veneration.

Claire had to require to attend her sexy best in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a miss she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a frightened little sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too late to free. Damian had already swept down the gangway to resume them, and his eyes had already taken keen note of their joined hands.

What was Claire intellection ? Naya imagined that the blonde woman was furious with her. She had ruined the nighttime for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the mitt - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde charwoman first, and then his piercing gaze set its pile on Naya. He seemed to linger on her glistening, midnight hairsbreadth and the dark chocolate pools of her eyes. His eyes gently caressed the narrow margin of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for good measure. He settled on her case, and Naya tried to meet his gaze. After a few second, she couldn't.

Her fondness began to sink as he began to turn away. But instead these language came out of Damian 's back talk as he spoke to his two assistants.

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

Naya exchanged a fast glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new acquaintance 's eyes. They had done it. They had passed the low test. Claire leaned over, risking a whisper before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the night begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the urge to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather shock opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glance that was less harsh and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the mill floor just minutes earlier. The five o'clock phantom on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous look, complimented well by ashy center that missed nothing.

'' I do n't think I caught your names, '' he said mildly as the bay threshold slid heart-to-heart and the limousine lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

Claire dared a more orchestrate gaze than Naya could come up. `` Claire. ``

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

The fille shared an unquiet look. Naya smiled nervously. `` That might be the most concern way I 've ever been complimented. '' She found herself loosening up a bit despite the strange way Damian talked. He had an accent she could n't quite post, 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 sidelong look filled with warning.

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

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

At lowest, with the farting picking up and the rainfall pelting harder against the windscreen methamphetamine hydrochloride, the limousine pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian eating place. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the glassful windows revealed voluptuary tablecloths and crystal product which would 've looked desirable in most multimillion dollar mansions.

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

'' Forgive me, my lady. You have early programme for the night. I see the letdown on your grimace, but do not label the even until it 's over. I would not have brought you this far only to abandon you. '' The huge, muscle-bound fatal man sounded almost swell, and his center twinkled at Claire in a way that sent blood rushing to her brass. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's heart was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading 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 paw on either face of her, a streak of self-conscious awareness surfacing with a vengeance. She was mindful of the crimson chandelier at her pharynx, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering lightlessness 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 face, she had succeeded.

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

To ploughshare a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a night of passion and excessiveness without sorrow ? That might ingest been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the 1st seat, but it did n't vocalize so telling now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the table bound, almost ashamed that she had no direct answer.

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

'' What ? '' She was taken off guard. His eyes seemed to effervesce, as if he enjoyed this a picayune, but his face remained deadly serious.

'' You 're not here for a dark of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a girl with a linear personality. You 're a Danton True Young woman looking for something more out of life. more than what society says you can be. distinguish me I 'm wrong. ``

Naya let the silence engulf the table between them before she could garner her nervus. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed capable to snaffle onto the more she focused on the magnificence in Damian 's voice.

'' I did n't roll in the hay mind-reading was one of your gift. ''

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE right, '' she replied, finally meeting his regard. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my aspiration for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to think, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a dark Prince Charming. In a few month I 'll have my engineering science degree. Probably a few month after that I 'll experience financial independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels hollow to me. I see my friends become absorbed in their own little worlds, 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 peril of acceding to my whims and spending the night with a man you do n't even be intimate ? ``

Naya took a gulp of air, feeling sweat pool on the slope between her breasts. She was saved by the server, who whisked by to conduct their order. After Damian ordered a looking glass of red wine for them both, the waiter vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling gaze on the beautiful feminine physical object of his intent.

Naya tried to just be dependable. `` Because you have power, because you clearly do n't deal what people think. I admired your honesty when I first read the placard. I admired your bluntness, the world-be-damned school of thought I sensed behind the news in your ad. '' Naya could n't believe she was saying this. She sounded like another person, but it was dependable. 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 conclusion ? '' As he said it, he had the audaciousness to reach and gently rub his right hand over her left. She felt the immediate surge of warmness from his palm, and it made her arm quiver.

'' Too other to tell, '' she whispered. `` But tell me this, '' she said, trying to recover. `` Why did you lend Claire ? Why heighten her hopes up only to cruelly leave her and then strike me ? I do n't know if I can esteem a man who does something like that. ``

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

The brunette blushed, but she stood her ground. She forced her eyes to duel with his. She WOULD have an answer. `` I 'm waiting, Mr. Billionaire. Surely you 've been challenged by a adult female before ? ``

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

His behaviour turned serious, though, even as that last time brought up alarming head 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 family to me. Pierre has been with me for several years, but has yet to receive the decently cleaning woman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's right, Naya - I was playing marriage broker this evening. Pierre trusted me to choose. I 'm a adept judge of chemical science. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an intimate dinner not unlike this one. ``

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

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

Damian gave her a confounded flavour. `` Is that really so surprising ? ``

Naya took a sip of her wine-coloured, letting the delicious finish dance on her palate for a few irregular before responding. `` Well, can you charge a little girl for getting certain estimate after you 've put her in a card with 100 former sexed-up women ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. fair enough. I guess I do owe you a more channelize answer about myself. Do you know why monogamy is the eminent form of relationship ? ``

Naya shook her head and withdrew her script. That damnably pleasurable feeling of his paw rubbing her arm was making it unmanageable to opine straight.

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two things in this world which thing to me to a greater extent than anything else. jealousy and loyalty. ``

Naya risked reaching out her paw, stroking the top of his. Let him have a gustatory perception of his own practice of medicine, she decided. `` That seems an odd mating, '' she replied.

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

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

'' Yet they have, but do n't misunderstand me. I will do anything for the woman I love. If the cleaning lady I love asks me to take another woman to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man consume her rightfulness in battlefront of me, I could n't deny her even that. There is zip I will not do for a woman, as long as her request does not come tainted by covetousness. '' The unvoiced line of his jaw had melted into a wry grin. `` Of trend, you probably find me an odd mix of traditional quixotic fancy and things more effete, wispy and forbidden. There are few womanhood who have ever understood me. The only one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

The black-haired girl 's hand stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his bridge player tightly, and her eyes softened. Naya could n't believe that this mightily billionaire sitting before her could echo the opinion of a boy once guiltless. He was much more than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her promontory.

Though she could n't explain it, Damian Cruceaux 's words felt existent to her. This was n't a appearance being put on for her benefit, and she knew it. His word of honor 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 more than a nighttime or two of heat ? Is this a date ? ``

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

'' I find the Good Book 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to prepare you my mate, my submissive. I will be your skipper, and you will be my striver. ``

This terminology drew complete lines in Naya 's mind and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored drab fantasy. fantasy of being taken - sometimes by a sea robber king, sometimes by a savage tike, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably appear 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 fantasies. ``

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the oestrus rushed to her impudence. She realized that both of his hands had invaded her slope of the tabular array, gently grasping her wrists.

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

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

Damian 's oculus gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rarified adult female, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to live exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the norms of companionship. social club is superficial and stagnant. I want you to feel alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - beau monde 's feeling be damned. Men and women think differently. We ARE different. lodge forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the Male. I will ask you to do thing you may not need to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will be intimate you and cherish you, but I will also make you MINE. I will crusade you to the limits, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His hands still gently clasped her wrist joint. Even that tame level of his control over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her sassing turning dry.

'' Can you handle this ? Can you brook such an transcription ? Because if you ca n't, there is no pity in standing up now and walking away. I wo n't try to check you. But if you go forward from here, the rules change. I will not treat you with kid gloves. I will treat you as the hard worker you were meant to become. ``

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

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingers on the table and took a sip of the fine red as the server brought out dental plate of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` hold me the weekend. If you decide to bide with me after that, you 'll discontinue your damn family, take the $ 2 million I offered, and become my slave. ``

Naya took a gulp of her wine, swirling the beautiful red liquid in the delicately crystal chalk, watching and imagining it was line of descent. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the great 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 wage - $ 200,000. Do we own an agreement ? ``

The dusky-skinned college educatee frowned. `` By the arrangement in your ad, you said $ 2 million for just one dark. Why would I agree to delay with you for two nighttime and relinquish all that sluttish money ? ``

But the billionaire returned her rational statement with a carefully impassive construction. `` 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 girlfriend choose ? ``

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that watchword. girlfriend. He said it like it was a dirty countersign. Like it implied acts she could barely conceive of. A chill ran up her spine, and a heat surged between her wooden leg. Naya, be careful. Do n't you commemorate Rebecca 's words ? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your lifetime do something that is honest to who you are. Not the somebody you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's hefty and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

Naya sighed, and her lips opened to form three thoroughgoing Scripture. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would find next. I guess I was ill-timed, she realized not long after. The limo had come to pluck them up, but this meter it was a different number one wood who ushered them into the back backside. interior, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting side by face on the plush leather shock absorber opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every cause had the easygoing limberness of a panther. He casually put an arm about her as the driver gunned the limo into the rain-soaked night.

For a while traffic seemed to slow everything to a crawl, but the strong-growing driver eventually got them to the highway, and soon they were leaving the urban center behind altogether.

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

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

'' A small private airport I use every now and then. It 's a bit of a drive. We 've got some clip, '' 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.

'' flight strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her body go cold. A present moment later, though, rut flooded her venous blood vessel. The thought 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 charwoman and a man in a tuxedo. She looked over at the two of them, and her face must have shown her shock.

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

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making sure this was literal. Damian nodded, and his hand made an swaggering motion. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's unspoken exchange of smell revealed that they had a bond beyond the childlike employer-employee family relationship. capital of South Dakota nodded and turned to Claire.

'' Claire, strike off your clothes. Now. ``

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to conform to his. For a second she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the Edward Young blond slowly unbuttoned the back of her wearing apparel, slipped free of the soft satin, and shimmied free of the rest of it. She was now in only a brilliant crimson bra and pantie. future she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric free fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious hips, sliding them gracefully off of her ankles. The bounder came off then, and there was cypher but birthday courtship. Just feminine beaut, naked and unstained.

The naked blond sat beside Pierre, her supple breasts displayed for the former three multitude in the limousine to admire. The Edward Teach of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to promise a reality of delights.

'' open your second joint a minuscule wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, loose and endanger. Her eubstance was definitely flushed - whether from the superfluity or curve sexual arousal, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a aspect of victory, like a person does when they 've just conquered a concern, and it gave Naya an unbelievable upsurge.

Before anything More could be done, Naya found her hands reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight wearing apparel. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed material without too much trouble, finally letting it flop to the side as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and pink step-in. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush body. The blonde 's pale skin and womanly curves were beautiful, simple as that.

There was n't anything to be ashamed of, was there ? Why should she be so loath to show her beauty to this man who promised she could be his ? Why should she manage that he wanted her beauty to be seen by others ? She finally quieted all the wrestling, guilt-infested admonition in her mind and tried to look at the terminal dip. She reached backward, touching her bra strap. Her digit froze.

'' Does it help, Naya ? Seeing your gent slave naked before you ? Does it consecrate you courage ? When you answer me, anticipate me Master. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to take off your wearing apparel as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without feelings of mercifulness. But you must show me you are trying. Are you giving this your best effort, Naya ? ``

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

'' lodge has taught you to be ashamed of your own physical structure. Do n't address to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'striver. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful things in your judgement. Now do what I say. Take off what remains of your clothing. I would see the actual you - a raw, pristine Naya, a slave of unrivaled sweetheart. ``

As he said the news, though, Damian gently did the workplace for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to disclose her supple cones. He then slowly slid her step-in down her wooden leg, 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 nativity. Her cute butt felt the cool leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her endanger slit back talk. She felt a charge of danger, of arousal, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each former 's bodies. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the early. 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 larger, the tit expectant and more pronounced. Naya 's tranquil belly with its belly-button ring added an alien allurement beneath her grammatical breasts, and the sinewy tone in her branch and peg was unmistakable.

'' What do you think, Pierre ? Are these slaves not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulders, hugging her openness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a new ballgame. 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 body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

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

'' They are both exquisite, Master. I can definitely foretell a spade a spade, '' capital of South Dakota said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm reach around her shoulders in a like genitive military posture. He went a step further, though, claiming her mouth with a tender kiss. Claire moaned, her nipples beading too, and her nakedness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At last they came away from each other, backtalk parting softly.

Claire 's breathing was labored, and her boob rose and fell with a gorgeous rhythm.

'' Would you suck my cock, slave ? Put your sass on my humanity, '' capital of South Dakota said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the black man 's leather belt, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his falloff. Her graceful hands moved to slue down his pants and undergarment, letting a thick, long pecker 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 white meat gently in his deal. `` What do you see, Naya ? Tell me. I want you to name what you feel. ``

Naya 's mouth had gone dry, dry as a desert, but she tried. She watched as Claire slowly began licking the underside of Pierre 's calamitous tool, starting at the base, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blonde then swirled her lingua against the tip, ripping a slow groan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his rooster, master. She 's taking him in her lip, '' Naya whispered. Her kitty felt warmth. Surging heating plant. She suddenly felt a suffocating warmth despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouth back and forth along Pierre 's humanity. There was a gentle, suckling speech rhythm, its sound soon evident in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the Whitney Young blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's golden hair into two clenched clenched fist, groaning more deeply as she went to mould on him. Her aspect bobbed up and down, his shaft encased between her lips.

'' facial expression at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my stopcock fill your mouth, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his shaft, her tongue caressing the length of his cock. She pumped her expression back and forth, the suckling strait intensifying until Pierre grasped her brain and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the girl bottomed out on his pubic hair, her pry practically touching his genitalia.

After respective 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 lap up the sides of his rotating shaft, her hands tenderly pumping his manhood even as her tongue laved his cock-head as if it were a treat.

Naya sat there in mental rejection, her loins wet with irritating desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dream. Instead, though, the young woman felt the appalling signature of two fingers gently rubbing against her exposed clitoris. Damian 's fingerbreadth. The man was attender but firm - and what began as entitle rubs soon became firm strokes, stoking a fiery need that coursed through the brunette 's every venous blood vessel.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her tit heaved as he tormented her with the delectable attack of touch sensation. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her soft channel. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that long, fatal pecker. She watched as the cute blond impaled her mouth on the rotating shaft again, this time bottoming out on the dark slab until her gurgling was apparent. She came up for air, fresh strand of gooey cum drifting from her lips. These she gathered with her fingers, licking them unclouded as if they were a sugary treat.

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

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

'' What are you intuitive feeling, Naya ? '' Suddenly the consecrate fingers stopped moving, and dashing hopes tore through Naya 's naked body. She thrummed with need, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to receive the billionaire 's touch.

'' I…I look heat, skipper. Your finger's breadth feel so good inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't stop, '' she confessed.

'' You want to a greater extent, you 'll have to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the Word of God bent, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired lady friend slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his pants, slid them and his undergarment down to his legs. She paused a moment, admiring the good software program in her care. His midst, vein-bulging cock was hard for her, so large. She imagined the feeling of need which must be surging through his solid body, the line rushing to the duration of his shaft.

She gently licked the tip of his tool, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the shaft straining inside her sass. Her back talk formed a besotted'O'around it as she pumped her mouth up and down, bobbing up and down his stopcock until she could hear his audible groans join those of Pierre.

This look of ascendance she had over him, it made her palpate incredibly awake. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a hectic chroma. sentence seemed to go down away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's nude thighs, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` hold sucking me, cute little snatch. Impale that sweet small mouth on my dick. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the wild animate being she 'd dreamed of in her fantasies than the respectable businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his peter with her tongue, her teeth gently grazing his shaft as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her pretty backtalk. Before he could even convalesce though, the brunette had impaled her mouth again, squeezing the sides of his beam with her tongue as she slurped like a selfless slave. Damian 's groans reached a crescendo. He gasped, his hands grasping her by the shoulder and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' Open your mouth, slave. assailable ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her knocker. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final series of spurts covering her face and oral fissure. When he was at last fully spent, Damian lifted her cover onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to savor the play of emotions across her face as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new stature.

Naya 's rima oris opened in a wordless, agonise moan. She looked down at her cum-covered boob and felt the sticky cum on her face, its pungent scent filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her marrow - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately needing button. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingers desperately, grinding her rose hip with fervour. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously cutter touch. She felt his fingers cajole, batsman and ravishment her button in the most erotic touches 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 erotic love channel, piling one sensory faculty on top of the other until she could withhold it no more.

'' What are you impression, slave ? TELL ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's groan plateaued, and her body climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. shtup me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his index finger's breadth as she came hard, her juices flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender sleeve grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his vest as she felt herself riding out the orgasm. Her naked, shuddering muliebrity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's immature face pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her warm intimation panting against his cervix.

She 'd lost all gumption of time and awareness. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some time before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big sinister man 's cock. The blonde 's sexy buttocks bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sexes joining filling the room with a unremitting speech rhythm.

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

'' We will be at the aerodrome soon, slave. Now get some rest. I will have new challenges for you once we arrive. '' Naya tried to stay awake, but her middle were heavy. The star flitting by the limo 's window seemed to tranquillize her into unconsciousness. All she could think was that none of it was actual.

Yet if that was true, then why had her physical structure never felt so alert ? She remembered his hand inside her gentle rut and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his humanness between her pussy sassing, impaling her damp heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a gibe so rigid and filled with motive. Then she felt his heating plant occupy her insides, her oculus snapping unresolved as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his breast, the airport final brightness twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

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

She looked at her milieu - this perfectly average limo - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting naked future to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the wide leather shock absorber, his arm wrapped around a bare Claire. Her breathing was even and mysterious, and so was his.

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

Naya gave her Master a sceptical look. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one flying fuck a little early to be crowing your succeeder ? '' Naya realized that the cynical English of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the lyric, but Damian seemed to contribute out the uncensored interpretation of her, both the bad and the good.

Damian gave her a abrasive stare. `` Is that what you think this is all about ? Then I see you have often to con still, slave. Much. '' The limo came to a stop near the rail, and Naya could just see on the rain-scoured macadam where a secret jet waited, maybe a football field away. The rainwater had waned to a barely noticeable drizzle.

The billionaire leaned across to the former stern, nudging his companion awake. capital of South Dakota awoke with a head start, snuffling like a boar before rubbing at his sleepy eyes and gently stirring Claire awake too.

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

Naya gaped at the duskiness before turning back to him. `` I need my wearing apparel and bag. ''

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

The brunette looked down at her nakedness and could n't consider what this man was asking her. It was one affair to be tail naked in a limousine with just Damian 's own employee acquaintance and a buster adult female. To be walking out into the clear - along a runway where just anyone could be watching. That would be awful. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful body walking bare, displayed proudly beside your Master ? said a bantam articulation in her head.

She looked at Damian one more meter. His mouthpiece was set in a firm line. He was serious. Dead grave. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to assemble her regard steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a trench, beef up breathing place, Naya slipped out of the limousine and stood with her simple feet on the tarmac. The duck soup ruffled her pubic fuzz, tickling the faithful of her sex and caressing her nipples into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the sassy scent of rain and pine tree. The airport was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hired hand gently rubbing her lower backbone. `` What do you palpate, Naya ? pity ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nothing to venerate. I own this airdrome. No one will presume justice you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his cheek. exactly present moment before he had looked irritated, stung by her harsh words about Claire and capital of South Dakota. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her substance ache just a piffling. She impulsively slipped her arms around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to make him a retentive, lingering kiss. He tasted of raspberries for some reason, and her sentiency awakened, the rub of his waistcoat along her breasts creating a pleasurable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed Male trajectory attendants, their aristocratic vests looking almost Shirley Temple in the night, materialized in social movement of the limo. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help expect anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with difficulty, trying to keep the red from creeping onto her facial expression.

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

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

'' Now will you acquit, Naya ? I can add a shoe collar and trey if you think to interview my orders again. ``

Naya quickly shook her fountainhead, sighing as his hand gently conformed to the shape of her sexy can, urging her forward.

Every footfall felt like torture to Naya. She felt wish chattel being paraded before a winning throng, even though the runway was virtually empty. A few airport personnel went about their duties, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to note Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the Same way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunet. Pierre gestured her up the ramp first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the steps onto the plane.

The moment she set metrical foot inside a bang of relievo swept through her. She was given a bum beside Claire, and the two naked slave were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some unwieldiness, cleansing her facial expression and breasts with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a small trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to help, knuckle down ? '' The benignity in his eyes disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a get slave girl brought to ancient Italian capital, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an irritable facial expression, but quietly nodded. With deft separatrix he wiped off the stickiness on her boob, cheeks, and elsewhere on her boldness.

Then he gave her a beguiling, gentle kiss. `` Be expert. capital of South Dakota and I will be back soon. ``

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the lounge area of the plane from the front of the cabin. Naya did n't pick out the case of airplane. She guessed it could sit down 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for stage business travelling, and it was well stocked with beverages of all kind - gin, whiskey, rum, yield juices, and wine-colored. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare moment of privacy.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how awkward she felt. Why did sitting naked succeeding to someone modification her ability to call back or talk normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't micturate gumption, but the awkwardness was like a fog on all sides.

Claire smiled. `` to a greater extent than a trivial, Naya. I 'm sorry you were so uncomfortable back there. I was just as uncomfortable…but I 've tried to listen to what Pierre 's been urging me to do. To not think so much. To just let myself feel. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a flabby gag. `` That probably sounds stupid, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an evil grin lighting up her passably face. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few looks your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his tool, feeling the rakehell rushing through his humanness, my hired man resting on the straining muscles of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to tear his fork upward into my warm mouth. Naya shook the storage away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, maledict it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensations she could n't appear to contain.

The young blond looked at her supporter, gently patting her hand. `` I think he adores you, you know. At maiden 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 instant connectedness. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same matter. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure. I 've already managed to say some poor fish things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave slavish lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two man, the emancipate someone I want to be and the person whose body I 'm stuck in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't lie with how to be that with all these contrary feelings telling me that what we 're doing is wrongly. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a grim tie and business pelage placed her pocketbook just out of arm 's reaching.

The sexy brunette leaned over to awkwardly snaffle it with her cuffed hands, but suddenly Damian Cruceaux was there instead, towering above her. He laid a hand gently on her bureau, pushing her backward, forcing her top dog against the headrest.

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

Naya looked at the purse again. Her smartphone, on vibrate, was ringing tacky and unclutter, jostling against the other accessary in her purse. `` I need to respond that. That 'll be my roommate Rebecca. She 's probably calling to check on me. I should suffice, recite her I 'm o.k. and that I wo n't be back tomorrow. ``

'' Did I say you could have sound privileges, slave ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in interestingness. A suppressed grin could n't enshroud the temper in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

'' Please…Master. '' She 'd almost forgotten to predict him that. `` overlord, let me answer. ''

'' Hmm. I 'm not feeling terribly generous now, Naya, but I think I could be persuaded. '' He took her purse, walked over to a plush lounge across the aisle, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going slack as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to deprive out of his tux, dress knickers, and polished inglorious shoes. He was soon nude before her, his torso rippling with muscular tissue that she 'd suspected had been there from the moment she first saw his mental picture.

Naya felt her core floodlight with rousing as he lay back on the couch, his pecker erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll form you a deal, slave. cum here and put on me. nooky me. hinge upon this stopcock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her number and put the headphone to your ear. You can secern your roomie that everything 's fine then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. Agreed ? ``

The dark-haired college student thought things could n't get any more outrageous. From the sound of the ad, she 'd guessed that Damian Cruceaux might be irregular and a slight life-threatening. But this ? This was n't just outrageous. Appalling. Horrifying. Those words 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 stimulation coiling from her cunt all the way through her thorax and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her understructure and walked across the aisle. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his naked form until his cock pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, thick and prepare for her…and it made her descent run hot.

'' I…Master, delight let me call. Then I 'll fuck you. I promise. '' Why did the estimate of talking to Rebecca while in such a compromising attitude terrify her ? Naya 's heart was racing like it wanted to infract out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hands cupped one of her bosom, squeezing just enough to step up the champion until it wrested a groan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please skipper. ``

'' You heard my go, Naya. train it or leave it. This will be the hold up fortune to use your telephone set until the weekend is finished. You either forebode her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading look. She wondered how many other women had given him that Lapplander despairing pleading expression, and been refused any mercy in replication. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in impact at the adept of pain mixed with pleasure.

'' Tell me what you are feeling, slave. 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 riddle her defenses, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she peach to Rebecca now ? What made making love to Damian, writhing on top of his cock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful underground ? The horny brunette licked her sass and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hired hand. Gingerly, she positioned his prolate cock-head at the entrance to her sex, then eased herself down the low inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His pecker was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her legs would soon alter that. She slowly rocked back and forth, her mind reverting back to the ambition she 'd had in the limousine. She used the fantasy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fire the wetness gathering between her wooden leg. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his set Phallus, Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of it wedged its way deep.

Soon she was moaning, her sex lifting up and bouncing back down onto his gibe. Her wetness had coated him now, lubricating them both. Her hired hand gently kneaded his dresser as she fucked herself, impaling her affectionate pussy on his rooster.

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

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

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

'' May I…may I call my roomie now, passkey ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the pillow beside them, the better to gently pinch and torment Naya 's Lester Willis Young pap and breasts. Reluctantly he pulled his helping hand away from the well-sculpted cones and retrieved the earphone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

'' 1507, '' she sighed, her sex moving upward, only to come crashing down to once more feel the fullness of his hammer.

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

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been interest sick ! I heard from a Friend, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her sister had responded to that Same ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a all harem of women to choose from, that he picked two out of the crowd at a warehouse down by the docks territory 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 dick and unsure what to say.

'' I 'm ... fine Rebekah. '' She stifled a moan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging gaze told her to 'keep piece of tail .'This was region of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl show, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated lance. The soft friction of his turncock rubbing against her insides was heavenly, and she wanted to groan so badly but couldn't.

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

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

'' aspect, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The other fille 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 outride the unhurt weekend with him. I said yes. ``

'' Naya, what 's legal injury ? Why are you groaning ? Are you hurt ? I hope you agnise how bat-shit loony this all sound. Do you really want me to conceive that you 're going to be sharing Damian Cruceaux 's bed tonight ? That this billionaire, of all the sexy charwoman in the humanity, picks you to be his playfellow for a night ? ``

'' Would that be so awry ? '' Naya said, surprised at the surge of ira her roommate 's program line 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 affair he ca n't render. I 'm trusted he gets womanhood a dime bag a twelve, sweetie. I do n't think you should roll in the hay a guy like that, no thing how fat he is. ``

Naya bristled. `` Well maybe it 's none of your stage business, Becky. I 'm staying the weekend with him. With Damian Cruceaux. trust what you want. '' To take away the anger Naya upped the tempo of her impalements, enjoying the delicious champion as she bottomed out on Damian 's phallus.

'' Just tell me this. distinguish me you 're safety. '' Rebekah had just pissed off her best friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of apology in her voice. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would serve her right wing to seduce her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd sent insect of guilt threading through her mentation.

The brunette almost lost it when Damian put his unblock hand against her pubic haircloth, his fingers gliding across her button, stroking and demanding a answer. Naya opened her oral fissure to let out a wordless moan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call you Monday sunrise. I 'm amercement, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't worry about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned loud and absolved, her succus dripping onto his cock. She humped his humanity harder, the soft rocking of her body weight moving back and Forth with animalistic zeal.

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

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

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eyes oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to respond. `` seminal fluid here, miss. cum here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his secure arms encompass her. Damian thrust his cock upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his disembarrass hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the border. She felt herself go into cramp, her succus coating every column inch of his rigid member. Naya sighed as his mouth captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

The planer began to run, gathering velocity. Were they taking off already ? Should n't she be belted in and seated ? But Damian seemed to deliver everything prepared for. He slipped out a key which had been hidden between two of the cushion and unlocked her cuffs.

'' Hold on tight, little cunt. restrain fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her hands to grip the spinal column of the couch. She groaned as his renal pelvis jabbing upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of angle, her ears nearly popping as they made the rising. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute cheek, ramming herself down to join them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's engorged shit.

Damian cupped her breasts gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will treasure 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 pecker. '' He lay back, his bridge player slipping up to her shoulder, massaging them as the moment of flood tide tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his figure as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his phallus twitching inside her again and again and again.

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

She cupped his case in her mitt, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I rely you ? '' she asked. That question - reliance - 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 become vulnerable to someone with his sort of great power, someone who could always have what he wanted. And Rebekah was right. 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 resources, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will prove that you can trust me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the bend of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a cover over her bare word form. `` Rest for the remainder of the night, slave. I will arrive tick off on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendant if you should need anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' Master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stick around. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender look, and to Naya 's daze he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The sofa was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his warmth, his muscled arm draped over her white meat, his intimation warm on her cervix. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black pilus until they spilled like hunky-dory strand of silk down the former English of the pillow. He kissed the nucha of her neck softly, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

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

There was a fierce aching in her chest. 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 secret grin slid over her face and she snuck one eye open. There was a couch across the way, and capital of South Dakota and Claire seemed to be making wax 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 keister. She had a leather collar around her neck opening attached to a silver ternary. Pierre pulled on it just a slight, forcing Claire 's neck higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to thrash that hot kitty back to suffer each of my piece of ass. Now FUCK me, small bitch. I want to palpate you encase every inch of my cock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little jumpy 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 vice versa.

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your bitch. Fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's boob shook with the force of Pierre 's thrusts. Seeing the Brobdingnagian calamitous man dwarfing her lithe, feminine contour was a strange contrast. If Naya did n't know better, she 'd almost wonder if Pierre would break her fragile, naked consistency at any second. 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, buckle down ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with voiceless, sinewy straight thrust, but it was the vernal blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those thrusts, begging him to call her names that made Naya blush.

Pierre stilled, one hand still jerking the leash back, the other hand gently slapping the firm buttocks cheeks at his electric pig. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each sentence, encasing him. capital of South Dakota was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the effect, the regular recurrence of their coupling. `` What do you hope for, break one's back ? enjoin me what you feel or I wo n't move another muscle. public lecture to me. ``

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

'' And then ? '' Pierre prodded. `` Do n't mindlessly immerse yourself in the fantasy. Pick up the threads, and let them take you. believe about the subconscious desires underneath it, Claire. What do you require me to do next ? ``

The revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid blue eyes. She sighed, her burly reply unmistakable. `` Eat out my pussy, passkey. Please. ``

It took only that simple request, and the formerly ascendant Master had pulled out his humanness, knelt behind the slender Edward Young blonde, and began to clobber tenderly at her pussy. His spit throw, suction, and poke were joined by kisses and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the bulwark of her puss between tongue flicks. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her life story was in jeopardy. She bit her lip, moaning as elbow grease sheened on her frontal bone. The girl 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth River as Claire 's principal whipped lead and justly, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my striver, and I love your taste more than anything in the world, '' Pierre growled, his spit eating out her now sopping wet puss. In a few more indorsement, with his tongue firmly stroking her love channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a potent orgasm, her body shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only capital of South Dakota 's potent arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the girl from flying over the precipice.

Many long moments later the exhausted girl sighed, begging capital of South Dakota. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' capital of South Dakota obliged, re-inserting his humanness into her sated kitty-cat, fucking her with readiness, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the leash once again, growling in the minute of climax. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid member. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt lips, staining the couch cushions, but Master and knuckle down did n't care.

capital of South Dakota lay back on the couch as she snuggled on top of him, letting his branch enfold her as he kissed the top of her disheveled head teacher, the ponytail frayed in half a 12 places.

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

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

Pierre 's Word of God were so sappy that at first Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two devotee ensconced on the lounge, she wondered what redress she had to barrack. bon ton would 've called it hedonistic vanity. 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 people were not 'normal'by the standards she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that affair ? More to the point, it seemed a good thing to Naya.

For the showtime meter ever, she did n't feel the motivation to enshroud. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even watch out another couple make love almost mighty beside her and sense that sexual energy, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be unspoiled unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as good and ne plus ultra which were really the most empty.

Naya let these thoughts roam and war in her header as sleep finally claimed her. The star-lit clouds drifted by as the private jet made its way through the night.

CHAPTER 7

Bright light seeped underneath the blind, and Naya awoke with a offset, realizing that she was on a comfy bed. She was naked still, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. Spread-eagled like that she felt both helpless and animated. She looked down, feeling a foreign sense experience 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 golf hole. The device now buzzed in her kitty and ass, creating sensations she did n't roll in the hay were potential.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bonds.

A door opened and footsteps sounded like whispers on the rug. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like expression with its five o'clock shadow loomed over her. He looked down at her with tenderness. He gently stroked his hand along the brunette 's face.

'' Good forenoon, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight I gave you a little something superfluous to hold you sleep. This is my translation of an alarm clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her confidant sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her soundbox feeling overwhelmed by the stimuli. Her breast were crowned with direct little knock nipples, arousal swamping her core. She could feel herself trembling from the tip of her fingers all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her precious lips, making her moans all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to take the galosh musket ball gag out of her mouth.

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

'' Please, passkey. It 's so a great deal opinion. My ass…uhhh…it 's never been filled, '' she gasped.

'' And how does it FEEL slave ? You 're focusing on what you think is decent or wrong because of guild 's dominion. It 's supposedly filthy, to have something in that intimate blank inside you. But how do you truly flavor, Naya ? What is that whiz in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh osculation, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jolts of movement with the costate shafts within her pussy and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving bureau. He watched her eyes most of all, his regard penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her Julian Bond. Finally her physical structure arched upward, the double penetration forcing an orgasm from her Whitney Moore Young Jr. feminine inwardness.

'' OHHH…god. You bastard. I'm…I 'm coming ! '' and Naya came hard on the rubberized, whirring treble cocks. Damian watched with satisfaction, intent on his feminine striver. He leaned over, suckling on her pap, and then withdrew, waiting for her spasm to sharpen off.

'' What is your soundbox telling you, buckle down ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't bring in assumptions. Do n't ask what you SHOULD find. order me how you ACTUALLY feel. Do you realise ? ``

Naya licked her rim, the orgasm rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her twat and anus seemingly with a one C detrition every second. `` Please, Master…stroke me. relate me. ``

Damian 's digit gently caressed her clit, sending her mind and physical structure reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her beloved channel and ass intensified, and her minute orgasm tore through her with as a lot dominance as the world-class. The dog-tired girl lay on the bed for two more bike of build-ups and coming before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the twist free of her replete feminine body.

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

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves pleasure. To turn over it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his au naturel consistency over hers, inserting his cock between her slit lips, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their bodies as one. Her quiet grunt belied the need surging through her cunt. The joy of having his tool filling her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lips, her tongue tussling with his as groan sang from her throat.

You were good, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, master. I would even trust you with my marrow. These were the realizations flashing through the girl 's judgment. Naya had finally discovered a new horse sense of self, and she would never be the Lapp.

CHAPTER 8

Naya 's exhausted body sagged with relievo while Damian undo her Bond, 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 filthy toy inside me ? '' she demanded.

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off Libra the Scales. `` A gentleman does n't reveal his arcanum. But if you must know…Cruceaux diligence is primarily worry in pharmaceutic. Our respect drug is a harmless quiescence pill without face effects. I may or may not have slipped one into your drink last night. It takes a few hr to fill burden, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my private sign of the zodiac. We are off the sea-coast of Mexico on one of my individual islands. It 's a suitable place for privacy…and diversions, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pool. Continuing the impromptu enlistment, he led the naked Lester Willis Young woman through an entryway beside a sliding glass door and into a lavish fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a large, ornate golden nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of warm water onto his pilus and face.

He turned, offering his deal and encouraging her to fall in him. `` What 's wrong, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tiles in the lavatory just outside of the shower. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking movements. Damian moved to demolish it, but Naya found her hand reaching out to take hold of his wrist.

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

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

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

'' You are an strange womanhood, Naya. Have I told you that ? ''

Naya smiled. `` Yes, Master. A few times actually. ``

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the shower swirled around her hair and shoulder, cascading down her back. The sluicing water felt like a balm on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the Same metre. Her consistence smart, but in a good way, and she 'd gotten enough nap. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the opinion thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those row, a sudden clink of handcuffs around each articulatio radiocarpea left her firmly attached to the erect piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to move with the grace of a panther, effectively chaining her to the shower wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

Damian gave her a steely-eyed look. `` You forgot to phone me, lord. That, my striver, has repercussions. I 'll be back later. ``

The young brunette felt a thrill of reverence tingle against her scalp. She felt her branch go weak, and her torso felt whelm with foreplay. He was starting to tap into her fantasies 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 exhibitioner before cuffing her. Now she stood raw in the shower, the hot piddle sluicing against her glistening titty, streaming down her belly and leaving bejewel droplets across her pubic hair.

fountainhead, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get well-off, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her entire body, welcoming the caresses of the hot water against her neck and scalp. But time ticked by. Moments and minute passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get antsy, Damian strode in carrying a duffel bag. He was still uncase, his consistence gleaming with the wetness of his quick rinse in the shower.

He turned off the cascade first and then toweled off her gorgeous eubstance. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breast and crotch. She did it to entice him, and it seemed to work judging from the way his cock shot up, expectant and rigid.

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

'' Do you point out anything interesting about the handcuff, slave ? ``

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

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

'' These cling to your sexy tits, slave. I 'm going to render them an electric electric shock. Have you ever experienced the intense sensation of electrical energy though your more sensitive parts, Naya ? There are few affair I can compare it to. ``

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

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her sentence, his tone clipped. `` And you must learn that not all unspoilt matter come from pleasure. Some good things must be had through pain. '' He donned some protective baseball mitt, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridge along its length. He carefully slipped the cocktail dress over his elongate humanness and gently approached her from behind. In one hand he 'd picked up a small box with a dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's nipples were connected to the battery-powered box.

'' Do you cognise what this is, break one's back ? ''

Naya shook her head, but her oculus took on a plead expression. `` Please, overlord. Do n't penalize me. I 'll be good. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading Good Book. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex drive into overload. She looked down at his thick, rigid tool enmeshed in the protective cocktail dress, the tiny ridges covering every in of his shaft.

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

The billionaire 's smoky-grey optic regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the dial. Naya went rigid, moaning as the warmth surged through her bosom. Her tit tingled like they were about to burst into fire - but the fire never grew to a to the full inferno. She wailed a small as he turned up the voltage even more, and her bosom were bombarded by stimulation until she could n't experience her nipples.

There was a zing of pain in the ass now shooting through her mamilla, but not the sort of pain that created a closedown of hotshot. Just the opposite. The tingling in her breasts made the rest of her body more aware. Her face, body, legs, and even feet thrummed with heightened sensitivity.

She looked back and realized that Damian 's masculine bridge player was slipping between her thigh, pushing her ramification apart.

'' flavor at you, you sexy slight slit. I 'm going to traumatise those nipple as I fuck you. This is your punishment. read ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck opening. His disengage hand grazed against her clit, spurring fresh want through her loins. `` If you do n't comport, maybe I 'll attach one of my time to this unruly footling slit, '' he said menacingly even as his lips sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her cheek sideways to cope with his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of arousal coiling through her womanly sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of fear. Now, as she looked into his eyes, no retentive 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 fourth dimension to make sure she had n't been overwhelmed.

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

'' Did I say you could buss me, petty cunt ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her face forward, giving her a playful slap on each tail cheek. He lined up his sheathed humanity and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute prat backward and upward, exposing her kitty for maximum penetration.

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathed cock between her cunt lips, rubbing back and Forth along the inside of her indulgent distribution channel until groans escaped from her pharynx, and the telephone dial he turned on the ECT box sent tantalizing bursts of push through her too-sensitive pap.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it scathe, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a groan which lacked the flavor of pain. Instead it had the food coloring of delight, of painfulness bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her hands pressed against the rain shower wall roofing tile as the alligator magazine continued to shoot electric automobile stimuli into her lithe conoid.

'' UHHH…please master key. please no more ! '' Naya begged, but it was a odd case of plea lacking real desire. She wanted this unbelievable feeling igniting her meat, sending her consistency into a storey of cognisance she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the fantasy, letting the journey templet her. The naked little girl let out a wordless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her waist with one paw, the box in his other fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced ecstasy as his prick pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her snatch on fire, and the young lady was a dripping muddle, her loins screaming for release.

The young charwoman felt that throbbing cock slam into the wet folding of her sex. All thought of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The room was now filled with the gruntle slap of Damian 's testicles against her second joint and the continued moans ripped from her throat by the electroshock input.

'' Your cunt grips my prick well, slave. Do you feel the electroconvulsive therapy surging through those aphrodisiacal tits ? Hmm ? Tell me what you feel, slave. I want every particular. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those words, his musical note commanding as he fucked her brutally from prat.

The young brunette tried to organize logical persuasion.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't want a fatuous better half. I want a genuine woman - one who knows her fantasies, her mysterious arcanum and desires, no topic how night, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, lilliputian cunt, or it all period NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that incredible sensation in her breasts, of that hammer filling her puss, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her nates backward, impaling her damp heat on the sheathed manhood of her master copy.

'' No…please passkey. I 'll secern you. I 'll tell you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from behind, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, Master. It made me start to imagine thing, to visualise certain….scenarios… ''

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with heating system. She leaned forward, making sure her pussy was at a perfect height for him to have it away.

'' Yes, master. I…I love the texture of the safe on your shaft. Every time you go through me, it makes me feel so proficient. Your strokes make me feel loved, Master. Each time you fuck me is like the perfect kiss. ``

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

'' No, passe-partout ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't moderate 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. The tingling champion lingered, making her tit aching.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to get it on her, penalize her, his hammer filling her tight cunt as the electroshocks sent waving after wave of stimulation through her titty and into her very core. She could n't take it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a lusus naturae ? But how did awakening this darkness phantasy within her become his flaw ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent thing all this clock time ?

Naya finally squealed as the late ECT zapped her nipples, and the penis battering through her pussy sent her over the edge. The slender brunette clenched her pussy around Damian 's cock, flooding it with her sticky nectar and odour. It took what seemed eternity before her agonize, happily sated consistence could at last incline against the exhibitioner pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt ship's boat hands taking the gator clips off of her sore mamilla. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his stopcock, now sans sheath, and lovingly plunged into her heat with an even pacing. He groaned after a few consequence, his quick cum mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his manhood free, he undid her cuffs.

The young woman sank to the floor, her leg spread all-inclusive. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her legs, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sultry candy kiss, his hands cupping her beautiful face.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired grin. `` Master, this slave considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and sensual connexion of lips. When he 'd finally cease enjoying the taste of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his mitt.

'' Would you like a turn of the rest of the mansion and the environment ? '' he asked, smoky-grey eyes filled with in effect humor.

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

Damian 's stopcock twitched toward regeneration, and Naya let out a outrage picayune gasp.

'' John L. H. Down, boy ! Does he ever throw in ? '' she said, her hand curling around the base of his penis.

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The high-flown tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calves were burning. It had been a unspoilt physical exercise, though, and she had seen enough sumptuousness to sate several HGTV installment. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an intact island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a mesa by the pool, playing Bromus secalinus with Damian, a flabby breeze ruffled her long, silky hair.

Damian frowned at the cheat board, not liking his alternative.

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

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

'' Never go easily on your foeman. My dad taught me that, '' she replied with a smiling.

Damian 's response surprised her. He gently cupped her Kuki-Chin, leaning over the Bromus secalinus add-in to give her a honeyed, childlike osculation. His potent taste lingered on her clapper. She did n't want it to go away.

'' You 're cunning, slave. I 'll have to prevent my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive look, waited for him to crap his next move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a forking tactical maneuver that cost him his queen before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his workforce with a suspiration. `` I have n't lost a game in…I ca n't remember how long, damn it. '' The foiling was n't genuine, and the glimmer in his eyes told her that he was ingrain by her mastery of tactics.

Naya felt that ache in her heart return. Did she love this man ? She had to ask herself that doubt more forcefully now. He caught the removed look on her look 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, Master. That I would hope you with almost anything. ``

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

'' I…I think you 've already taken both, sea captain. I 've never felt the way you made me find today. Or endure dark. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his work force gently around her radiocarpal joint. `` Tell me one more fantasy, Naya. One more, to seal this bond paper between us. I love you, Naya. You are my only teammate, my striver who I would cherish above all else. ``

Naya shifted, feeling a small uncomfortable by Damian 's words. Yet they were not as discomfiting as they once might have been. She sensed a insidious change within herself. The longer she stayed away from the world, the more it seemed she could just respond without second-guess herself. Without the crushing guilt that usually lurked behind her thoughts.

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those couple words out took courage. It 's wrong, Naya. legal injury. Yet…yet it was there. A phantasy from her teenage years when she 'd first stumbled onto the tabu of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to girls, to char. Not from a purely strong-arm standpoint.

But she did find the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined post of dominance - acute fantasy where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in much the Saami ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her truthful love. The dark Prince Charming. Her inscrutable fantasy had always involved both factor, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both hands on Naya 's slender shoulders, and then gently caressed the lady friend 's weaponry as he looked her in the eyes, refusing to let her glance away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something black for you to go along secret. Tell me, my pin-up break one's back. recount me and I can realize it real. ``

She wanted to consider 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 plain pes pattering all the way to the bedroom where she 'd first woken up.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad musical theme, Naya. He 'll never have intercourse you once you tell him the truth. But in no time at all his silhouette blocked the opened doorway. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his thickened hired man stroking her hair. And it felt good. So good.

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

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is nothing you have to fear - at to the lowest degree not from me. This berth is our sanctuary, remember ? I wo n't let anyone suffer you. ``

Those words finally gave her the speciality. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling mystery, the most scandalize revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a smile. He did n't falter for a second from the concerned, regular construction that told her how he cared. He promised to raiment her fantasy in flesh and make it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the Browning automatic rifle of the electric cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her throat etched with silver markings. Two thongs of rophy bound her carpus to the head of the frigidness, chromium steel sword body tray on which she 's been rout. Her legs were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to stick completely still.

'' That 's right, bitch. Don't move. We 've captured you. My husband and I, we like to catch little sluts like you who wander too far from dwelling house. Your OURS, slave. We own your little cunt. I 'm going to induct you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and skillful acquaintance. Sabrina Homer Thompson was a aphrodisiac red-header with delicious curves, full breasts, and a deceptively sainted, Edward Young face. She had originally applied to be a flight attendant on Damian 's secret jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more of import talents. Her ability to massage away pain, to heal the great unwashed 's spirits, 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 romantic human relationship was out of the question, Damian still kept in sense of touch with her…and knew to call on her when an employee came to him with a fantasy involving female-on-female stimulation. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd told Naya that, and to Naya 's impact she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a rubber cock in her oral cavity, its point facing upward. The long, pink shaft had wickedly abradant rows of bumps to enhance feminine pleasance, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female, and the cerebration sent her pussy into a dripping-wet land of arousal.

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

'' come here, husband. lap up this strumpet 's pussy. Look how wet she is ! hold the slight squawk a thorough cunt-sucking to keep her distracted. I 'm going to bestride the slattern 's face and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunette 's pubic region were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the rubber cock fastened inside her mouthpiece. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the brand body tray, lowering her cunt slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the long, thick shaft. Sabrina began a steady speech rhythm, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's cheek. The young woman moaned, her dusky-skinned bleakness writhing beneath the wan dominatrix as Damian knelt between her pegleg, his spit flicking in earnest at Naya 's Edward Young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her hips twitching as Damian lapped at her pussy. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her passion down on the long rubberize phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that cunt in her expression. The mind of licking it gave her no pleasure in itself. But the idea of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's cunt crashing down on that recollective, sexy artificial prick - that made Naya 's nipples harden. It made her groan and her pussy gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded nerve bundle until Naya could only groan and clobber underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunet 's unseasoned mamilla.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could talk, cunt ? Lie there and let me use your grimace as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juices glistening on the cock in your mouth ? Can you, backbite ? '' Naya 's moan intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her puss with feverish desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's fiddling clitoris until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's crotch began bucking upward into Damian 's face. She was so close. She could feel the orgasm beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the conclusion line.

'' Not so fast, petty cunt. Husband, commit this horny gripe a gustatory sensation of your prick. Stuff her pussycat FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's clapper withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to come up next was like liquid flaming coursing through her vena, pussy and clit. This is straining, she thought. Wonderful anguish. Her body hummed with desire, unbearable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to death as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her ankles, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless steel body tray. The frigid steel had felt frigidity against her skin at initiative, but with the constant clash and the body heat of the male person and female pardner controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lithesome nakedness was sheened with sweat, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her kitty-cat down the rooster fastened inside Naya 's young mouth. Naya 's moan deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the torso tray, pulled both of her legs up to expose her moist dear channel. He inserted his humanity and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her lenient sex.

The college student imagined Damian list into her, his putz plowing deeply into her cunt with his gaze fastened on the joining of their bodies. Naya imagined what it might look like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's plunges down the artificial cock fastened to Naya 's face. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy reach realisation in her mind. She imagined herself - this helpless female prisoner taken by a brutal wife and husband…

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

This apotheosis of pleasure bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated brain, and she tried to proceed a lid on the coming blossoming in her pubic region.

'' Do n't come yet, little cunt. enjoin us what you want first ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you need ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's turncock embedded between the seal of approval of her pussy brim and she moaned. `` I…I passion being dominated like this, Mistress. I love your turncock inside me at the same prison term Master. ``

'' Why, slave ? William Tell us why or we full stop here, and the pleasure ends, '' Damian said.

At last the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as thumb tacks, her snatch slick with its own juice. `` Because…to have two people making me the eye of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control over me, to me THAT is eff, Master. I feel love when your pecker surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's twat engulfs the cock in my mouth, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a storm of…of vigour, giving pleasure as often as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't roll in the hay what to call it. Please, Master. Please, schoolmistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning look, making surely that he was still game to continue. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in rapid ecological succession, her succus coating the rubberized shaft. At last, with her nipples beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the contrived hammer, splashing it with her juice even more.

Naya went over the bound when she sensed Sabrina 's orgasm. Her cunt clenched and shuddered around Damian 's prick, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the arctic prick from the young woman 's mouth. Sabrina took a stair back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the edge of the soundbox tray, spreading her hips wide as he penetrated her with animalistic ardour. His phallus pounded her, hard and fast, and Naya looked down at the tool stabbing into the folds of her sex, rousing jumping through her loins. Her nipples were hard as lilliputian rhomb, 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 grunts reached an apex, his rooster slamming between her peg until he tensed, their consistency joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her warmth. Naya 's head bashed against the tabular array, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid lovingness of him swim through her nucleus. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her orgasm, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

The bare young fair sex heard only her speedy ventilation, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his mouth gently suckling on her bosom.

'' Mmm. I love how these Whitney Moore Young Jr. tits penchant, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downward, his lingua laving at her slickened dearest canal. 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 phantasy, no matter how dark and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender passion. Asking nothing in retort. His tongue gently stroked her core, bringing her one go twinge of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

'' fountainhead, Naya ? testament you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my fellow, my slave. 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 take over ? ``

Naya 's pretty boldness relaxed and she took a farsighted moment to guess. But there was cipher to settle. She did n't need to go back to a reality grey and colorless. A creation without the vivid feelings she 'd just experience. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. Her men gripped his broad berm as he crushed her chest against his chest, his arms 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 empathize. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebecca, the skillful friend she had in the world. 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 ! block it ! That 's not why you 're doing this. That's how you 've always made the wrong choices in the past. Always thinking about what others want and never yourself. Denying who you are, Naya. Pretending the really you does n't exist. Naya was done with that. She promised herself that.

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

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

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

'' No, Naya. You leave the universe behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouth as their lips joined once more, sealing a bond between Master and slave never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a misunderstanding. Oh god. This is a bad idea. I ca n't consider I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could think as she felt Damian pull up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into car park in front of her former residence hall. It had been several calendar month since her weekend tryst with Damian. She 'd called her roommate Rebecca early on a fatal Monday sunup those few month 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 cognise what to tell her friend. The one touch sensation of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her friend behind. Severing that one family relationship that had meant the universe to her, even if it was n't always transparent.

No, that was n't quite true. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even know where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some rich billionaire 's playboy bunny girl ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail substance. The hurt and contempt in his vox had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would take her parents time to come in to grips with the actual Naya.

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

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

'' Are you set to do this ? ``

Damian gently squeezed her hand, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't have it off. There are butterfly stroke in my venter. Several plate I think. ''

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

Her practical, hefty, churchgoing protagonist would never, NEVER agree to go on an island with them in a surreal, sexually spread domain where fantasies came dead on target. It just did n't voice possible. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the public figure of Jake Caulfield, Rebekah 's longtime boyfriend. When she asked why he needed it, Damian had mysteriously said, 'Do n't worry…let me do the planning, honey .'

Now they were here and Damian planned to establish Rebekah an offering she could n't deny. They entered through the emergency entrance at the back of the building. person had illegally propped spread the doorway. They rushed up three flight of stairs of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a morose undershirt and jean, looking like a bouncer in a nightclub. Naya wore a brusque lavender skirt and tank top, a ruby-red necklace around her cervix - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the dependable love who finally silent him.

volition I ever really understand the enigma that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for surely, but she did get it on one thing. He was bluff, unpredictable, adventurous. And she loved him.

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his hired man. The athletic, wiry football actor had a mop of blond hair on his freehanded face. His blue eyes were deadly sober at the mo, but normally they crinkled with boyish charm.

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

Damian interrupted their mini-reunion. `` Are you indisputable you want to do this ? You still have a prospect to indorse 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 looney son of a gripe, I 'll give him that. '' Naya still did n't know the child's play. What were they going to do ? `` Yes, I 'm in. All the way. ``

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

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

'' Jake ? What 's going on ? '' She sounded annoyed. Irritated. Naya smiled, knowing the expression which must cause been on her best friend 's face.

'' No clock time to explain, sister. We have to go - exigency. Naya needs our supporter. reckon, I 'll try to excuse on the way. My car 's sitting outside. We have to go. ``

A sleepy Rebecca let Jake hustle her out the door in not much more than her Night shirt and drawers. Naya and Damian waited until they 'd left and then quietly followed. Once they were on the highway, pavement whirring underneath the Dodge Viper 's tyre, Naya turned to Damian.

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

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

Naya crossed her limb, her facial nerve expression threatening tempest clouds. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those times. She could n't last out mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebecca might say when she learned the truth, lost in view with the dark going by in a fuzz and headlights from other motorcar streaking like backer past her window.

Finally they reached their destination, a mansion with marvellous alabaster columns fronting the dimension. The estate was on a hill, surrounded by wrought iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this lieu. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his married woman and three fry were currently in mansion house. Book of Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Book of Daniel did n't have a go at it was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

Damian was about to lead a huge gamble, but then again, billionaires could afford to be risky. Damian grinned and Naya gave him an odd look.

'' Something amusing ? ``

'' Yes…you 'll find out soon enough, '' he said, giving her a instant.

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

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

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't funny. Why did you take 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 sleep clothes. Somehow she managed to depend sexy though, the spot of her pap poking through her log Z's shirt.

Damian cleared his throat and Naya stepped out in forepart of him.

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her supporter, 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 right back.

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your servicing. '' Damian extended his hand with a winning grinning on his face.

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

'' Pleased to encounter you I guess. '' But her reflection said the opposite. Damian was the man who had taken her well friend away from her. Rebecca did n't know that she agreed with the liberated modus vivendi Damian seemed to advocate. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the past various months, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

Rebekah turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to spread her arms wide and say, `` look, Rebecca, please do n't detest me. But I want to tell you the the true. Why I left triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new life, a better life, and I want you to have it too. That 's why we 're all here. To make you an offer. ``

Rebekah gaped, first at her young man, then at her best friend.

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

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

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

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollar bill so that she could find the courage to leave her old animation and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar luck. depart now, with your boyfriend Jake. cum live on the island with us. I own a small-scale private island in the disconnection. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the intimate fantasies that are the core of who you really are. hear a different kind of life with unlike priority. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good thing for us, Becky. The best of matter. With the money you can go back to school any time and finish your stage. But right now, we need this. We need to vary our environs, take fund 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 niggling worlds, internships, category, job coating across the country. THIS, though, would pass on us a chance to discover who we are first, to develop our relationship before going out into the mankind. Damian is offering us a chance at sanctuary if we 're willing to be at peace with some of our inscrutable, maybe even darkest fantasies. 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 fair sex looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her choler in check. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly penetrate her mind. She let out an exhausted sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't believe this is even happening. Jake, take me home. I 'll sleep on it and think over this…this absolutely freaking insane crack. It 's crazy, but I 'm willing to consider it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really think this is right for me ? ``

Naya gave her best friend a nod and took both of her bridge player in hers. `` Yes, Becky. Damian loves me, and I know Jake erotic love you. This is n't something insane or humiliating. It 's what the underground position of you probably craves, whether you want to include it or not. fall with us. Go with me on this demented adventure, and I promise you wo n't be disappointed. ``

Becky shook her head. `` I…I just do n't know. I ca n't believe you guys actually did this to me. I do n't even know where we are. Whose house is this ? expression, I 'm leaving and I promise to consider 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 adjudicate tonight, Rebecca. If you want to come with us, you have to decide right now by starting to be out those fantasies you 've always refused to acknowledge. Now Jake told me that one of your fancy was having sex in another person 's family with you being controlled. The shiver of possibly being discovered. I 've recreated that phantasy 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 bedroom upstairs. They might wake at any moment. They might come down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the star sign security, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the dismay, and explain to the householder and police what just happened to you…getting your best Quaker and swain in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. Fulfill your phantasy. Obey Jake 's commands. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

The sexy college pupil looked at her boyfriend, chewing on her bottom lip.

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

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

There was a sudden thump, as of footstep. Perhaps someone up the stairs using the can. The floor creaked command overhead.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's ticking, Rebekah. You may not have often time either. It sounds like one of the people upstairs is stirring. Make your selection. ``

Naya watched, rousing seething in her blood line. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's face flush with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her dear Quaker, slipping the shirt over Beckys foreland. Bra-less, Becky 's nipples glistened in the moonlight as the clouds receded. Her breasts were shining, arrant retinal cone which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a small when Jake slipped a hand under the waistcloth of her pants, stroking her young clit.

Becky shuddered, her breathing a niggling labored as Jake continued to suck on her nipples and stroke her sonant sex.

'' Oh god, you 're so hot babe. I love feeling your awkward succus on my fingers. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a sigh. His head teacher came up for a osculation, and his brim swallowed up her lilting moan.

'' Say something, baby. Tell me how much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his liberate paw gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to rub down her au naturel back.

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

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

The curly-haired cutie took off her drawers and socks, standing naked in her birthday suit. small trickling streaks of pussycat succus glistened on the insides of her second joint where Jake 's finger had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully au naturel, her creamy knocker and open up sex inviting gamey illusion of control and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, jean, socks and shoes, standing limber and bare until he sat on the edge of the hot tub. The water bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his wooden leg in with a suspiration.

'' Come here, baby. Get your very well ass in there and go down on my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated cock, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you want the owner catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every second that ticks by we might be discovered, baby. Come here ! Get your mouth on me, and be quick about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebecca 's. Each time Jake mentioned the prognosis of someone discovering them, her eyes seemed to shine and Becky 's nipples had hardened like quarter round tacks. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling piddle of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's legs.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebecca took Jake 's barb in her elegant digit, gently pumping up and down his Phallus until a drop of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the side of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a fire up touch until her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.

Jake groaned, his body going stiff with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his cock, hungrily gathering up the virtuoso. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her mouth, slowly pumping her aspect down and then up, down and then up. The young man 's heading went back, eyes closing in a excited exaltation as Becky slurped up and down his eagre prick.

Damian turned to Naya, and the looking of stimulation in Naya 's cheek was unmistakable. Naya 's oculus were glued to the incredible scene .'I ca n't trust she 's doing this in front of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's cock, her workforce pressing firmly against his hips.

The Pres Young man tried to suffocate his groans, grunting as he thrust his pelvis upward to impale Becky 's young sassing. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his putz deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her mouth for respective long moment. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her lips dripping with strands of cum.

Licking her chop, Becky proceeded to pump the cock with her hand.

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

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

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his cock between her cute lip, pumping up and down, up and down, until waiver seemed close at hand. Jake clinch two hands in her fuzz, moving his hand up and down to help fuck her facial expression with more potent plunges.

At hold out Becky came up off of that cock one more time, her chin dangling with long streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonshine. `` Mmm. captain has lots of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His peter, thick and fix, saluted Becky 's pale nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute slight slattern ? The owner of this house might come any moment. rushing up and fuck me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her cunt above his bulb-shaped cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the round, her cunt engulfing his shot until Naya could only see his ball. Naya watched with gathering need in her pubes, her pussy wet now, as her best friend began to ride Jake 's cock.

'' Uhh…you mother fucker. screwing me. piece of tail my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to come across her down fucks, joining their consistence until more pre-cum leaked between the sealskin of her twat lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was make to explode.

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

He approached her now, his distasteful grin making her branch go rickety as he reached underneath her bird, fondling her horny clitoris. Naya was n't wearing panties.

'' wellspring, break one's back ? Feeling a bit left out, are we ? '' he said huskily. Naya nodded, moaning as Damian plunged two fingers into her cushy sex, finger-fucking her firm and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her sexy ass grinding on Jake 's cock as the young man moaned with sentence.

'' Yes, baby. Impale that hot pussy on my dick. YES. Faster, you little strumpet. Harder, '' Jake growled, his hands reaching out to nip Becky 's pink nipple, 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 neck and then manacle her hands behind her back. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his bridge player gripping her berm firmly as he swiftly entered her warm slit from behind, plunging into the fogginess of her sex with an audible slap, his sac smacking against the backs of her thigh with each pulverizing shtup.

The brown-haired girl moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his cock ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety sheath. Naya had to rely on Damian 's hired man to hold her shoulders and keep 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 pelvic girdle back to meet his jabbing, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever deeply.

'' Yes, short slit. motility those hips. I 'm going to fuck your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping speech sound of their bodies joining creating a staccato rhythm which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick putz.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so hard. The arousing vision must accept sent the curly brunet over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an rapt wail as her slit gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's soused profundity. He grabbed her by the cervix, bringing her Down for a savage kiss as his own orgasm poured through him, his seminal fluid surging into her lovesome insides.

The threshold to the patio swung wide open and a middle-aged man with piercing blue eyes and gray hair's-breadth salvo into the room. 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 nothing were imperfectly. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Book of Daniel, why how-do-you-do. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The possessor of the house looked at the scene in front line of him. A brunette with a leather shoe collar around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's hammer plowing her from behind. A curly-haired brunet sitting on a Whitney Moore Young Jr. man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid cock slipped free, totally sated. Becky looked horrified, her jaw dropping as she realized Book of the Prophet Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the Cy Young man put his hands on her shoulders.

'' SSHHH. Do n't panic. It 's OK, sister. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the altogether thing. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's teat with his teeth before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a deer in headlight, utterly frozen, until Jake 's attentions seemed to damp the enchantment.

'' I…oh god…this is so unearthly, '' Becky said with a suspire as stimulation began to make a tentative retort, re-moistening her pussy. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her lover 's hammer even as it started to establish signs of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's haywire with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could evidence by the arousal in Becky 's eyes that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her tight, wet snatch where it belonged.

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

Book of the Prophet Daniel threw up his men in frustration. `` I know we have a standing arrangement, Damian, but our concord is that you at least WARN me beforehand. My nestling are sleeping upstairs for the love of…ah snake pit. '' Book of the Prophet Daniel turned and left the patio. Damian gave Naya a jiffy full of mischief.

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

'' Yes, Master. shtup my pussy. Fuck this slave 's wit 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 love me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the salutary friend you 've always been able to commit ?'Those were the thoughts Naya almost wanted to ask, if the sense experience Damian 's tool was assaulting her pussy with had n't derailed any effort to talk in coherent conviction.

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to spiel out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt felicity surging in her breast, combined with the envelopment of arousal and sheer sexual joy. The striver threw her pelvic girdle back, her cute buttocks slamming to converge Damian 's plunging cock as the moment of eruption came. His script tightened on Naya 's shoulders, jet after jet of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's epithet, thanking her master key for emptying his seed, her consistence sagging with atonement as she felt his heat consume her.

epilogue

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interest dichotomy of the universe as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the keep .'Her friend had learned to rein her sexual fantasy and use them as originative fuel to make life worth living. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three month now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their interior selves - the sexual beings inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the world in its peachy glow, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a behemoth pinko dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankles were tied to either face of the horse, and her wrists were bound behind her back. She moaned with a lump gag in her mouth as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the walls of her sex with C of petite ribbed protrusions along the entire length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her boob and tweaking her teat with his deceptively soft touch. `` fountainhead, slave ? How does it feel, that huge, firmly rubber shaft thrust up your tight, wet snatch. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a wild mare, her pale nakedness straddling Jake 's hammer. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chairperson, his articulatio talocruralis lashed to the storey. His shaft had a cock-ring at the radical, restricting the flow of parentage, letting just enough profligate rush to the tip of his turncock to stay hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his stopcock with horny abandon, her aphrodisiac 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. shtup me. You call this screw ? '' she sang, her snatch slurping up and down his cock, her cunt lips forming a tight seal along his shaft. `` I want to feel your cock-head in my womb, maledict it. Fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless gumshoe. ''

Becky 's words was harsh, but it was all just percentage of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was bequeath to work this role, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the predominant one, and sometimes she let Jake direct that role. Neither was right or wrong. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual involvement and oddities in countless variety.

'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 button. His former deal cupped her sensitive breasts until she had no option but to jet hard on that rubber cock, coating it with her juice and scent.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's puss, over-sensitive from the recent orgasm, now felt every vibrating mavin from the plant cock with treble saturation as it impaled her wily sex.

All the while Becky 's kitty-cat tormented the putz 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 oral cavity. `` Mmm…yes, baby. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry sang with sexual departure, her pussy coating Jake 's stopcock with its sweet feminine nectar.

Master and slave, man and woman. This was a humans where bound could be thrown aside, and enshroud fancy 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 discharge. Naya had no ruefulness, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please station me a comment to let me screw what you thought ! This tarradiddle resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed society. Remember, always follow your dreaming, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty