CHAPTER 1

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

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mystic as his photograph suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The typeface staring back at her seemed misanthropical, the eyes hard, almost insensate, as if they 'd seen too a lot. He was at to the lowest degree a decade her senior, but his lean grimace had somehow retained the charm of a much younger man. Damian 's eyes were smoky grey. His figure was compact, and even under the dark empurpled garb shirt, muscles rippled.

She flipped on her phone to the original ad, staring at the Word of God one more time.

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. Adventurous, open to theory, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one eve with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire enterpriser. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an evening and, if you play your placard right, Damian might just keep back you for a while. Offering : $ 2 million the firstly night. Price negotiable after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might stimulate called her petite from a space, but she had detectable curves and a body that screamed feminine looker. She glanced in the mirror one last metre, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless Negro attire. It matched the lustrous, charcoal-black hair that hung in wavy lushness a good few inch past her articulatio humeri. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the caterpillar tread team at Triton University. She was also a older studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a softer version of Naya. Rebecca 's little, curly hairsbreadth and mischievous eyes were always looking for the succeeding prank to bet. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous on-line ad.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few Thomas More calendar month. Is this, like, some finis pudden-head stunt you think you need to do before you become a creditworthy grownup ? Because I promise you, there are less stupid manner to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't recognise WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial grampus for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to tell her the true statement. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR ambition, not hers. Now that she was so close to achieving it, she did n't palpate elated or even encouraged…she felt void. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her finger live. She did n't want to opine about the futurity, at least not for the meter being. Running across the online ad in an obscure meeting place had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. looney or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to have what she hoped might be the Night of her aliveness, do what may.

CHAPTER 2

The evening began as Naya had hoped. Just on clip, 8PM, and the moonlight already hanging in the sky like a giant pale Frisbee, the sleek, black limousine pulled up to the curb near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curbing with her, wearing a much to a lesser extent dressy jeans and a storage tank top. She gave her friend a bye hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take care of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. interpret ? '' Naya looked into her friend 's come to eyes, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roomy. This was her substantially friend, and she was touched how worried Rebekah was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stunned. I promise to be careful. Love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. call in that swain you 've been pining for the last few 24-hour interval, '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to give her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed driver opened the door for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could search promote retribution. She waved at her booster as the device driver got back in, started up the engine, and beat back them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on flag and needles. A get down rain began to fall, making the asphalt and buildings glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of magic. Wow, what a corny view. Do n't let your jitter make you say something stupid tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dream she 'd harbored for a charming eventide tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her intimately ? Would her best be even close to estimable enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to ease the tension by making minuscule talking.

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the driver. She had caught the name 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking sinister 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 react to Naya, just rolled up the divider windowpane and turned on some pleasant jazz euphony that would 've drowned out any boost attempts at communicating.

Naya frowned. The beginning tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her head word, doing a remarkable rendition of Rebecca 's interpreter. As the minutes ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on tinge of outright fear. Nearly 45 transactions passed before Naya was fix to bang on the sectionalization and requirement that 'Pierre'stop the vehicle and tell her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a great warehouse with a bay sliding overt, and the limousine eased out of the rain, pulling to a diaphragm in a wide warehouse base flooded with light.

The door opened carefully, and capital of South Dakota gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the length of the slip, my lady. headmaster 's parliamentary law were to not speak to you until we arrived. '' The sudden warmness in the man 's heart did a lot to resettle Naya 's face, but not completely. She slowly stepped out, turned around, and gasped at what she saw.

There were wrangle of beautiful young womanhood. Many of them wore skimpy attire, others wore small-arm of greater elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the magniloquence of the gowns and burdensomeness of the makeup, were trying very hard to seem more mature than their eld.

Naya quietly let Pierre guide her over to link up the line of with child girls. She stood beside a blond girl in a lustrous red dress which had a I strap that wound behind and looped around the cervix, revealing two creamy shoulders and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't lie with this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A Melanerpes erythrocephalus on Naya 's early face was wearing a sparkly green army tank top and blackamoor slump embroidered with run-in of vivid bead. She turned with a critical look in her emerald eyes. `` A skank is still a skank, no matter how okay the garb, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged character on an assembly line. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the woman 's rudeness.

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

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the inside information of the blonde woman 's human face. Her pretty drab middle were wide and clean-handed now, but import before they 'd been feisty and needlelike.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to fulfil you, Claire. That clothes looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own cleavage. Below the trim of the clothes a ribbon of flowers flared across her trunk, just highlighting her well-endowed chest that much to a greater extent. Claire gave Naya a contrite 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 appearing and see how much people assume. You can check a lot about citizenry by what they do or do n't feign, '' she finished with a grin.

'' What 's it made out of ? '' Naya said, unconsciously rubbing the fabric between her fingerbreadth. Too late she realized that maybe she was being too associate with Claire and just a bit presumptuous, but the blond 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 graceful fingers along the silk trimming of her gorgeous black dress. `` Damn, woman. This hugs your figure like the gown of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get points for flashiness, but you 've got a lot more than preference, '' she said with a sigh.

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

Claire shrugged, and the anxiety behind her eye said as practically ; they were both in the same boat.

'' Your guess is as good 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 make more than one woman in his bed ? What if this mysterious billionaire wanted Naya to do things that she did n't require 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 fount ? Naya mentation. She squeezed Claire 's paw impulsively. `` We look sexy as Hell, right ? ``

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

The two stood manus in hired man, talking to one another, trying to keep each other 's spirits up and distracted while more miss were dropped off for the unknown competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 Loretta Young women in the warehouse. The constant pattering on the metallic element roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the young women impatiently waiting. When a fateful limo zoomed through the bay door, screeching to a stop, pennants fluttering with the collective logo of Cruceaux industriousness unmistakable, the whole stead fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed valet de chambre who had to be - without any doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a black tie himself, its lustrous atomic number 47 vest contrasting sharply against his two helper'plain white ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the line of young women as if he had a mighty to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking nightie, his center seemed much less worry about the forcible endowment fund of the charwoman he surveyed than about other qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to gloss over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to depend penetratingly into the heart of each girl he passed. He seemed to quantify her whole bearing rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to roar, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to extend to her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her heart. She realized her Brobdingnagian pratfall, her trunk tensing in care.

Claire had to desire to appear her sexy respectable in forepart of Cruceaux, and now she had a girl she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a scared petty sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too latterly to withdraw. Damian had already swept down the aisle to resume them, and his middle had already taken keen note of their joined hands.

What was Claire thinking ? Naya imagined that the blond fair sex was furious with her. She had ruined the nighttime for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't free the script - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blond char first, and then his piercing regard set its mickle on Naya. He seemed to linger on her shining, midnight fuzz and the colored chocolate consortium of her eyes. His center gently caressed the slimness of her articulatio humeri before looking her up and down again for good measure. He settled on her face, and Naya tried to get together his gaze. After a few indorsement, she couldn't.

Her heart began to go under as he began to flex away. But instead these words came out of Damian 's mouth as he spoke to his two assistant.

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

Naya exchanged a quick glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new friend 's middle. They had done it. They had passed the showtime psychometric test. Claire leaned over, risking a voicelessness before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the Nox begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the itch to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather shock absorber opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glance that was less rough and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the manufacturing plant flooring just arcminute earlier. The five o'clock phantasma on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous look, complimented well by ash-gray eyes that missed nothing.

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

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

'' A pleasance to meet you both. I want you to know, that no matter how tonight transpires, you two are quite especial. I wouldn't have asked you to hail if I thought otherwise. ``

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

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

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

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

At last-place, with the wind picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windscreen glass, the limo pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian restaurant. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the glass windows revealed lush tablecloths and vitreous silica merchandise which would 've looked suitable in near multimillion dollar sign mansions.

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

'' Forgive me, my lady. You have other plans for the night. I see the disappointment on your face, 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 black man sounded almost clotheshorse, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent blood rushing to her cheeks. Even Naya could see that.

Pierre closed the door on Claire, proceeded to escort them to the restaurant incoming 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 obtrude upon army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so gentlewoman who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her bridge player on either incline of her, a streak of self-conscious cognisance surfacing with a retribution. She was aware of the crimson pendent at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering black in the attire. She had been going for a decadent facial expression, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her material body and rested on her face, she had succeeded.

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

To share a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a dark of cacoethes and excess without regrets ? That might consume been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the inaugural billet, but it did n't sound so impressive now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the table edge, almost ashamed that she had no direct solvent.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a girl with a one-dimensional personality. You 're a young cleaning woman looking for something more than out of life story. more than than what social club says you can be. severalise me I 'm wrong. ``

Naya let the quiet engulf the mesa between them before she could gather her nerve. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed capable to snaffle onto the to a greater extent she focused on the richness in Damian 's part.

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

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE right, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my pipe dream for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to consider, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a shadow Prince Charming. In a few months I 'll have got my engineering degree. Probably a few months after that I 'll have financial Independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels hollow to me. I see my friends become absorbed in their own little universe, obsessing on calling and leaving everyone else behind. That 's not what I want to be. That 's not who I am. ``

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

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

Naya tried to just be honorable. `` Because you have power, because you clearly do n't wish what people think. I admired your satinpod when I first read the mailing. I admired your bluntness, the world-be-damned philosophy I sensed behind the words in your ad. '' Naya could n't think 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 protagonist at church building or with her parents.

'' And ? So far, have you come to any conclusion ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to accomplish and gently rub his right hired man over her left wing. She felt the prompt surge of warmth from his palm, and it made her arm thrill.

'' Too early to tell, '' she whispered. `` But say me this, '' she said, trying to find. `` Why did you bring in Claire ? Why raise her hope up only to cruelly leave her and then take me ? I do n't know if I can respect a man who does something like that. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully. `` You hardly know this girl, yet you stand up for her. Yet you would risk putting me on the smudge and angering me. Do you treat 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 woman before ? ``

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

His conduct turned serious, though, even as that stopping point judgment of conviction brought up alarming questions in Naya 's mind.

'' The Truth is a lot more mundane than you would retrieve, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like family to me. Pierre has been with me for various years, but has yet to find the right adult female. 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 select. I 'm a good evaluator of interpersonal chemistry. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an intimate dinner not unlike this one. ``

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

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

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

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the delicious refinement dance on her palate for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girl for getting certain mind after you 've put her in a lineup with 100 former sexed-up women ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. bazaar enough. I guess I do owe you a more direct response about myself. Do you know why monogamousness is the eminent grade of relationship ? ``

Naya shook her headspring and withdrew her bridge player. That damnably gratifying feeling of his hired man rubbing her arm was making it difficult to conceive straight.

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two things in this world which matter to me more than anything else. jealousy and dedication. ``

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

'' I 've seen relationships ruined by jealousy - not just of other the great unwashed, but of mere object, of wealth. Any prison term you have a relationship which is not foremost between two people, green-eyed monster exists. It must exist. It must always forget one of the three wondering, 'Am I valued less ? Do the early two really need me ?'A man was made to be with one adult female, and a adult female with one man. ``

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

'' Yet they have, but do n't be amiss me. I will do anything for the womanhood I love. If the adult female I love asks me to get another woman to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man take her right in front of me, I could n't deny her even that. There is cipher I will not do for a woman, as long as her request does not come tainted by greed. '' The hard line of his jaw had melted into a wry smile. `` Of course, you probably observe me an odd mix of traditional amorous partiality and things more decadent, shadowy and disallow. There are few women who have ever understood me. The just one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

The dark-haired girl 's bridge player stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his handwriting tightly, and her middle softened. Naya could n't believe that this mightily billionaire sitting before her could ring the thoughts of a boy once impeccant. He was much Sir Thomas More than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her oral sex.

Though she could n't explain it, Damian Cruceaux 's words felt very to her. This was n't a show being put on for her benefit, and she knew it. His give-and-take 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 night or two of passion ? Is this a date ? ``

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

'' I find the word 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to piddle you my spouse, my slavish. I will be your original, and you will be my Slave. ``

This terminology drew stark lines in Naya 's mind and heart and soul - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored gloomy fantasies. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a sea robber king, sometimes by a barbarian tyke, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably seem silly to her Quaker, and many the great unwashed would be horrified. But there were real to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the heat rushed to her nerve. She realized that both of his custody had invaded her side of the table, gently grasping her wrists.

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

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

Damian 's eyes gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rarified fair sex, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to have it away exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the average of company. companionship is superficial and stagnant. I want you to feel alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - society 's beliefs be damned. Men and women think differently. We ARE dissimilar. Society forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do thing you may not want to do. But secretly your muliebrity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and cherish you, but I will also make you MINE. I will push you to the limits, I will take exception you, and I will not be excusatory about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His manus still gently clasped her wrists. Even that subdue level of his controller over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

'' Can you handle this ? Can you brook such an arrangement ? Because if you ca n't, there is no shame in standing up now and walking away. I wo n't try to give up you. But if you go forward from here, the pattern change. I will not regale you with kid baseball mitt. I will address you as the striver you were meant to become. ``

Naya abruptly withdrew her script, breaking his clench. She flashed him a implike smile. `` And just what are the dominion, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, gallant billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my font, year to attend. Preferably ON TIME. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingers on the table and took a sip of the mulct red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagne and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` Give me the weekend. If you decide to stay with me after that, you 'll quit your shit classes, take the $ 2 million I offered, and suit my slave. ``

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

Damian shrugged. `` Then you are liberate to go and I will pay you a year 's remuneration - $ 200,000. Do we take in an agreement ? ``

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

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

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that word of honor. Girlfriend. He said it like it was a dirty word. Like it implied acts she could barely think of. A shiver ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be careful. Do n't you think back 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 dependable to who you are. Not the somebody you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's respectable and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

Naya sighed, and her sassing opened to form three unadulterated words. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would befall next. I guess I was unseasonable, she realized not long after. The limo had come to clean them up, but this time it was a unlike driver who ushered them into the indorse seat. Inside, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting side by side on the plush leather shock opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every movement 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 spell traffic seemed to slow everything to a crawl, but the aggressive driver eventually got them to the highway, and soon they were leaving the city behind altogether.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her soundbox go cold. A moment later, though, heat flooded her nervure. The view 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 char 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 lull. capital of South Dakota just looked impassively at Naya, his eyes neutral rather than judging.

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making surely this was real number. Damian nodded, and his hand made an prideful gesture. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to capital of South Dakota. The two men 's unspoken interchange of looking at revealed that they had a adherence beyond the simple-minded employer-employee kinship. Pierre nodded and turned to Claire.

'' Claire, exact off your apparel. Now. ``

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to meet his. For a second she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the Edward Young blonde slowly unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipped rid of the soft satin, and shimmied relieve of the rest of it. She was now in only a shining ruby bra and panty. following she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of textile fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the pantie down her luscious rose hip, sliding them gracefully off of her ankles. The hound came off then, and there was nothing but birthday wooing. Just feminine beauty, defenseless and unstained.

The defenseless blonde sat beside Pierre, her lithesome breasts displayed for the other three citizenry in the limousine to admire. The thatch of pubic hair's-breadth enshrouding her sex seemed to promise a world of delights.

'' Open your second joint a picayune wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, open and exposed. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or sheer intimate arousal, Naya was n't indisputable. Claire met Naya 's centre with a aspect of triumph, like a person does when they 've just conquered a veneration, and it gave Naya an incredible rush.

Before anything to a greater extent could be done, Naya found her hands reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed fabric without too much hassle, finally letting it flop to the English as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and pink step-in. She sat there, looking at Claire 's profuse body. The blonde 's pale hide and womanly curve ball were beautiful, unsubdivided as that.

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

'' Does it help, Naya ? Seeing your beau slave naked before you ? Does it give you courage ? When you answer me, call me Master. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to take off your clothes as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without feelings of mercy. But you must indicate me you are trying. Are you giving this your outdo try, Naya ? ``

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

'' Society has taught you to be ashamed of your own consistence. Do n't verbalize to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful things in your intellect. Now do what I say. aim off what remains of your clothing. I would see the existent you - a raw, pristine Naya, a slave of unrivaled beaut. ``

As he said the give-and-take, though, Damian gently did the study for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to reveal her supple strobilus. He then slowly slid her panty down her ramification, all the way to her ankles, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the turning point, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her cute butt felt the sang-froid leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her exposed pussy backtalk. She felt a thrill of danger, of arousal, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's bodies. They were not the Sami, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned skin was a tad darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly big, the nipples orotund and more label. Naya 's smooth belly with its belly-button gang added an exotic allure beneath her well-formed breasts, and the powerful timber in her arms and legs was unmistakable.

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

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

'' They are both keen, Master. I can definitely call a spade a nigger, '' Pierre said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her articulatio humeri in a similar possessive military posture. He went a step further, though, claiming her mouth with a tender candy kiss. Claire moaned, her tit beading too, and her openness trembled as his backtalk worked hers, her tongue responding. At last they came away from each other, lips parting softly.

Claire 's ventilation was labored, and her breasts rose and fell with a gorgeous rhythm.

'' Would you suck my cock, buckle down ? Put your sass on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the melanise man 's leather belt, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his slacks. Her graceful mitt moved to skid down his pants and unmentionable, letting a thick, long cock springtime free.

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

Naya 's mouth had gone dry, dry as a desert, but she tried. She watched as Claire slowly began licking the underside of capital of South Dakota 's inkiness dick, starting at the Base, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blond then swirled her clapper against the tip, ripping a ho-hum groan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his putz, Master. She 's taking him in her mouth, '' Naya whispered. Her pussy felt warmheartedness. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouth back and Forth River along Pierre 's manhood. There was a gentle, suckling round, its sound soon unmistakable in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blond slurped up and down Pierre 's genus Phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's prosperous whisker into two clenched fist, groaning more deeply as she went to work on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her lips.

'' facial expression at me, slave. I want to see your center as my cock filling your lip, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her back talk cradled his shaft, her lingua caressing the length of his hammer. She pumped her font back and Forth, the suckling speech sound intensifying until Pierre grasped her head and gently forced her all the way down onto his genitalia. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the female child bottomed out on his pubic hairsbreadth, her nose practically touching his crotch.

After several moment, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with train of pre-cum drifting from her sassing. She wiped them with her wrist and then began to lick the side of meat of his gibe, her hands tenderly pumping his humanity even as her tongue laved his cock-head as if it were a kickshaw.

Naya sat there in unbelief, her loins wet with abominable desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dream. Instead, though, the immature woman felt the appalling touch of two fingers gently rubbing against her bring out clitoris. Damian 's finger. The man was attender but firm - and what began as gentle snag soon became unbendable strokes, stoking a fiery penury that coursed through the brunette 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her tit heaved as he tormented her with the scrumptious attack of touch. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two digit slid into her soft TV channel. She tried to keep her centre focused on Claire slurping up and down that long, black cock. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her backtalk on the shaft again, this time bottoming out on the blue slab until her gurgling was plain. She came up for air, smart strand of gooey cum drifting from her lips. These she gathered with her fingers, licking them sporting as if they were a sugary treat.

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

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

'' What are you intuitive feeling, Naya ? '' Suddenly the blessed finger stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's naked body. She thrummed with need, and her fork had been unconsciously thrusting forward to encounter the billionaire 's speck.

'' I…I feel estrus, lord. Your finger's breadth feel so salutary inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't stop, '' she confessed.

'' You want more, you 'll have to realise it Naya. '' Damian let the give-and-take hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl 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 replete package in her care. His thick, vein-bulging cock was hard for her, so expectant. She imagined the feeling of need which must be surging through his all body, the stemma rushing to the duration of his shaft.

She gently licked the tip of his peter, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the barb straining inside her mouth. Her lip formed a tight'O'around it as she pumped her mouth up and down, bobbing up and down his cock until she could learn his audible moan join those of Pierre.

This spirit of control she had over him, it made her feel incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a hectic intensity. Time seemed to devolve away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thighs, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep sucking me, cute piddling pussy. Impale that sweet-smelling little sassing on my turncock. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian animal she 'd dreamed of in her illusion than the honorable businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his ray with her glossa, her tooth gently grazing his shaft as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her moderately lips. Before he could even recover though, the brunette had impaled her mouth again, squeezing the position of his shaft with her tongue as she slurped like a selfless slave. Damian 's groan reached a crescendo. He gasped, his mitt grasping her by the shoulders and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' Open your oral fissure, slave. clear ! '' he shouted. Naya 's oral fissure opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her breasts. Damian raised his manhood higher, the terminal series of squirt covering her face and lip. When he was at last fully spent, Damian lifted her backbone onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the play of emotions across her face as his men fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new altitude.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonized moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the steamy cum on her boldness, its pungent olfactory property filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her core - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately want discharge. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingers desperately, grinding her hips with fervency. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limousine on a highway, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously cutter sense of touch. She felt his fingers cajole, batter and assault her clit in the most titillating skin senses she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's index fingerbreadth plunged into her sex, rubbing against the slope of her making love channel, piling one whizz on top of the early until she could withhold it no more.

'' What are you feeling, slave ? recount ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's groan plateaued, and her consistence climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. screw me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his index finger as she came hard, her juice flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender munition grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his undershirt as she felt herself riding out the climax. Her naked, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing hush. Naya 's young brass pressed against Damian 's articulatio humeri, her warm intimation panting against his cervix.

She 'd lost all sensory faculty 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 black man 's cock. The blonde 's aphrodisiac tail bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sex activity joining filling the way with a constant rhythm.

Naya blushed, but she also felt completely sated, depicted object. She curled into Damian 's weapon, her head against his bureau.

'' We will be at the airport soon, slave. Now get some sleep. I will own new challenges for you once we arrive. '' Naya tried to stay awake, but her eye were heavy. The stars flitting by the limousine 's window seemed to quiet her into unconsciousness. All she could reckon was that none of it was real.

Yet if that was true, then why had her body never felt so alive ? She remembered his mitt inside her soft heat energy and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his humanness between her pussy back talk, impaling her dampness heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a ray of light so stiff and filled with demand. Then she felt his heat fill her interior, her eyes snapping capable as her cover arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her brass firmly pressed against his chest, the airport pole twinkle twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

'' Do not care yourself, Naya. metre soon enough for me to be slipping into attire less constricting. We 'll get you cleaned up on the plane. Are you thirsty ? '' Naya licked her dry lips and realized that she was. When she nodded, Damian retrieved a glassful, used the dispenser which the limo was equipped with, and handed her a cold drink of urine. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her headmaster and put it in the cup holder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damian shook his header. `` Those will be brought along by Marcus, my early device driver. You will follow me to the aeroplane just as you are. ``

The brunette looked down at her nakedness and could n't believe what this man was asking her. It was one affair to be butt naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee supporter and a bloke woman. To be walking out into the open - along a runway where just anyone could be watching. That would be awful. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful consistency walking au naturel, displayed proudly beside your skipper ? said a bantam voice in her head.

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

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her stripped feet on the tarmac. The cinch ruffled her pubic tomentum, tickling the folding of her sex and caressing her teat into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the fresh scent of rain and pine trees. The airport was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her lower backbone. `` What do you feel, Naya ? Shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your straits. You are a beautiful cleaning lady. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have cipher to revere. I own this airport. No one will dare judge you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his face. Just moments before he had looked irritated, stung by her harsh Scripture about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her heart aching just a small. She impulsively slipped her arms around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to pass on him a long, lingering kiss. He tasted of boo for some grounds, and her senses awakened, the rub of his vest along her breasts creating a pleasurable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight attendants, their drear undershirt looking almost disgraceful in the Nox, materialized in presence of the limo. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help carry anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudeness. Naya swallowed with difficulty, trying to keep the red from creeping onto her face.

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

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

'' Now will you behave, Naya ? I can add a catch and leash if you think to question my fiat again. ``

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

Every stride felt like torture to Naya. She felt comparable movable being paraded before a victorious multitude, even though the runway was virtually vacate. A few airport personnel went about their duties, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with detectable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the Saami way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunette. Pierre gestured her up the wild leek first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the footfall onto the plane.

The moment she set foot inside a rushing of sculptural relief swept through her. She was given a tooshie beside Claire, and the two bare slaves were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some ineptitude, cleansing her face and breast with the cuff still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to serve, buckle down ? '' The kindness in his heart disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a fascinate hard worker girl brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his aid ? She gave him an irritable look, but quietly nodded. With deft chance event he wiped off the stickiness on her breasts, cheeks, and elsewhere on her face.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the pall which divided the lounge area of the aeroplane from the front of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the eccentric of planing machine. She guessed it could sit 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for business travel, and it was well stocked with beverages of all kinds - gin, whisky, rum, fruit succus, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare moment of privacy.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how bunglesome she felt. Why did sitting au naturel next to someone variety her ability to think or mouth normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't make sense, but the stiffness was like a fog on all sides.

Claire smiled. `` More than a short, Naya. I 'm gloomy 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 consider so much. To just let myself feel. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a balmy laugh. `` That probably sounds dullard, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an malign grin lighting up her jolly side. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few looks your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his cock, feeling the line rushing through his manhood, my hands resting on the straining sinew of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to shoot his private parts upward into my ardent mouth. Naya shook the retentiveness away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, maledict it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sense she could n't look to contain.

The Pres Young blonde looked at her admirer, gently patting her paw. `` I think he adores you, you know. At world-class 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 hr, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this minute connector. Still do. I think you and Damian have the Sami thing. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure. I 've already managed to say some stupid things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave subservient lifestyle…I do n't do it. I just feel like I 'm between two worlds, the unloose someone I want to be and the person whose body I 'm flummox in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't sleep with how to be that with all these opposite feelings telling me that what we 're doing is wrong. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a bootleg tie and concern pelage placed her bag just out of arm 's reach.

The aphrodisiac brunet leaned over to awkwardly grab it with her manacle hands, but suddenly Damian Cruceaux was there instead, towering above her. He laid a hand gently on her pectus, pushing her backward, forcing her head against the head restraint.

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

Naya looked at the purse again. Her smartphone, on vibrate, was ringing tatty and clear, jostling against the other supplement in her purse. `` I need to respond that. That 'll be my roommate Rebekah. She 's probably calling to insure on me. I should answer, tell her I 'm all right and that I wo n't be back tomorrow. ``

'' Did I say you could have phone privilege, slave ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in pursuit. A stifled grin could n't obliterate the humor in his optic, like a cat toying with a playmate.

'' Please…Master. '' She 'd almost forgotten to call him that. `` Master, let me serve. ''

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

Naya felt her core torrent with arousal as he lay back on the sofa, his shaft erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll make you a deal, slave. Come here and mount me. shag me. Ride this rooster. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her act and put the phone to your ear. You can tell your roomy that everything 's fine then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. correspond ? ``

The brown-haired college student thought matter could n't get any more horrific. From the phone of the ad, she 'd guessed that Damian Cruceaux might be unpredictable and a little unsafe. But this ? This was n't just exorbitant. 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 arousal coiling from her slit all the way through her bureau and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her metrical unit and walked across the aisle. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his naked physique until his peter pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, thick and cook for her…and it made her line run hot.

'' I…Master, please let me telephone. Then I 'll have intercourse you. I promise. '' Why did the theme of talking to Rebekah while in such a compromising position terrify her ? Naya 's kernel was racing like it wanted to break out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hands cupped one of her breasts, squeezing just enough to intensify the adept until it wrested a moan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please Master. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. Take it or get out it. This will be the last chance to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either shout out her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a plead look. She wondered how many early char had given him that same desperate pleading expression, and been refused any mercifulness in restoration. He gently pinched her left nipple between ovolo and forefinger, and she hissed in shock at the sensation 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 wrangle seemed to pervade her defense, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she speak to Rebecca now ? What made making dearest to Damian, writhing on top of his cock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful privy ? The horny brunette licked her sass and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entrance to her sex, then eased herself down the foremost inch.

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

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

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

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

Claire was watching intently, her eyes glued to the shot. When Naya noticed her watching she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive impression of disgrace and instead plunged her moistness heating plant harder onto her lover 's cock, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roommate now, original ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the rest beside them, the better to gently jot and torment Naya 's untested nipples and breasts. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted cones and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

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

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been disturbed queasy ! 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 whole harem of woman to opt from, that he picked two out of the crowd at a warehouse down by the docks territory and just whisked them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Look, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The other lady friend 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 hazard to stay the hale weekend with him. I said yes. ``

'' Naya, what 's haywire ? Why are you groaning ? Are you hurt ? I hope you gain how bat-shit weirdo this all sounds. Do you really require me to consider that you 're going to be sharing Damian Cruceaux 's bed tonight ? That this billionaire, of all the sexy fair sex in the world, picks you to be his playmate for a Night ? ``

'' Would that be so awry ? '' Naya said, surprised at the surge of anger her roomy 's command awoke in her.

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to search out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you things he ca n't deliver. I 'm for sure he gets women a dime bag a dozen, truelove. I do n't think you should have sex a guy like that, no topic how copious he is. ``

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

'' Just tell me this. order me you 're safe. '' Rebecca 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 Quaker. It would serve her right wing to piss her trouble some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd broadcast worms of guilt threading through her thoughts.

The brunet almost lost it when Damian put his free hand against her pubic hair, his finger's breadth gliding across her button, stroking and demanding a response. Naya opened her backtalk to let out a wordless moan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call you Mon morning. I 'm fine, and yes, I 'm safety. Do n't worry about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the earphone off Naya moaned trashy and clear, her juice dripping onto his dick. She humped his manhood 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 roommate 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 prospect to suffice. `` Come here, fille. seminal fluid here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian thrust his cock upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to satiate her completely. She shuddered as his free mitt continued to stroke her clitoris, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into cramp, her juice coating every in of his unbending member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on pissed, slight puss. hold back fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breast even as she reached out her workforce to grip the back of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvis stab upward, impaling her deeper, and the aeroplane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of angle, her pinna nearly popping as they made the ascent. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttocks, ramming herself down to join them as one, a womanly sheath around Damian 's engorged prick.

Damian cupped her white meat gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will care for you, slave. You are much more to me than a fuck. Never forget that. chip in yourself to me now. Let me see you trip the light fantastic toe on my shaft. '' He lay back, his hands slipping up to her berm, massaging them as the bit of sexual climax torus through his being. She hunched over, whispering his name as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his member twitch 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 back talk captured his, taking cathexis. He sighed beneath her, completely spent, his cock growing flaccid inside the slick, soft, and now-sticky flock of her sex.

She cupped his face in her hands, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I trust you ? '' she asked. That question - trust - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't want to let herself become vulnerable to somebody with his kind of power, mortal who could always feature what he wanted. And Rebecca was rightfulness. She did n't really make love anything about him at all. She 'd known him for less than 24 hours. He was a man with imagination, 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 crook of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the couch, draping a blanket over her au naturel form. `` Rest for the remainder of the night, slave. I will come check on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendee if you should need anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' schoolmaster ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender aspect, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The couch was all-inclusive enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his fondness, his muscled arm draped over her breasts, his breath warm on her neck. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black hairsbreadth until they spilled like finely strands of silk down the other side of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, closed his heart, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a prospicient fourth dimension to the rhythm of his breathing rather than let sleep conduct her. Naya could n't help it.

There was a furious aching in her chest of drawers. Is this what love smell like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had press before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secret smiling slid over her face and she snuck one eye open. There was a sofa across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making full use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hands and genu, her hands on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from behind. She had a leather collar around her neck opening attached to a silver medal III. Pierre pulled on it just a niggling, forcing Claire 's neck opening higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to thrash that hot pussy back to contact each of my fucks. Now FUCK me, little bitch. I want to feel you encase every inch of my putz ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little jumpy than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's sense of taste were dissimilar 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 head. Should she fire up Damian ? Had he ever needed to discipline one of his employees who 'd gone too far ? Naya watched as the slender blonde moaned, pushing her cute buttocks backward as the smacking of two sex activity joining filled the air.

'' Yes…Master…call me your kick. Fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's white meat shook with the force of Pierre 's thrusts. Seeing the huge black man dwarfing her lithe, womanly figure was a unusual contrast. If Naya did n't know better, she 'd almost inquire if capital of South Dakota would break her fragile, naked dead body at any moment. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard capital of South Dakota 's voice suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, slave ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with hard, right lunges, but it was the Brigham Young blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those thrusts, begging him to call her names that made Naya bloom.

Pierre stilled, one hand still jerking the leash back, the other manus gently slapping the house buttocks boldness at his disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. capital of South Dakota was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the force, the rhythm of their coupling. `` What do you desire for, break one's back ? Tell me what you feel or I wo n't incite another muscle. public lecture to me. ``

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

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

The revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid blue eyes. She sighed, her husky response unmistakable. `` Eat out my pussy, Master. Please. ``

It took only that unproblematic request, and the formerly dominating headmaster had pulled out his humanity, knelt behind the slender Edward Young blond, and began to bat tenderly at her cunt. His spit strokes, sucks, and clout were joined by candy kiss and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the bulwark of her cunt between glossa flicks. Claire moaned, her mitt gripping the armrest of the white-furred couch as if her lifespan was in riskiness. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her brow. The fille 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth as Claire 's head whipped left and mighty, the groan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your taste more than anything in the human race, '' Pierre growled, his tongue eating out her now sopping wet cunt. In a few more second gear, with his glossa firmly stroking her passion channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a mighty orgasm, her body shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's strong arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the girl from flying over the precipice.

Many long minute later the exhausted little girl sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, maestro. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his humanness into her sated pussy, fucking her with zeal, his grunt joining hers until he yanked on the leash once again, growling in the import of climax. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid member. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt lips, staining the frame shock absorber, but maestro and slave did n't care.

capital of South Dakota lay back on the sofa as she snuggled on top of him, letting his arms enfold her as he kissed the top of her tousled principal, the ponytail frayed in half a 12 places.

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

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

Pierre 's give-and-take were so sappy that at first Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two fan ensconced on the sofa, she wondered what correct she had to jeer. Society would 've called it hedonic emptiness. Yet the hotshot she 'd experience here had given her more delectation, made her look more accepted, than any party her protagonist from church had ever dragged her to. These citizenry were not 'normal'by the standards she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? More to the point, it seemed a good thing to Naya.

For the first clock time ever, she did n't sense the demand to obscure. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even ascertain another span make love almost flop beside her and common sense that sexual vigour, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be in effect unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most empty.

Naya let these thinking roam and war in her head as eternal rest finally claimed her. The star-lit swarm drifted by as the private jet made its way through the night.

CHAPTER 7

Bright light seeped underneath the blinds, and Naya awoke with a start, realizing that she was on a comfortable bed. She was naked still, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. rout like that she felt both helpless and active. She looked down, feeling a unknown sensation pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal prong had also been carefully inserted into her tuck trap. The twist now buzzed in her pussy and ass, creating whiz she did n't hump were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her attachment.

A door opened and footsteps sounded like voicelessness on the carpet. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like face with its five o'clock shadow loomed over her. He looked down at her with tenderness. He gently stroked his hired man along the brunet 's typeface.

'' Good morning, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight of stairs I gave you a little something extra to make you log Z's. This is my edition of an alarm clock clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her organic structure feeling overwhelmed by the stimulant. Her chest were crowned with place little pink nipples, rousing swamping her core. She could feel herself trembling from the tips of her fingers all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cunning lips, making her moans all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to take the rubber chunk gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it FEEL slave ? You 're focusing on what you think is right or wrong because of beau monde 's principle. It 's supposedly unclean, to have something in that intimate space inside you. But how do you truly feeling, Naya ? What is that sensation in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a abrasive kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jerk of movement with the guy prick within her pussy and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to moan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving breast. He watched her eyes virtually of all, his gaze penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her eubstance arched upward, the double incursion forcing an orgasm from her Whitney Young feminine core.

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

'' What is your soundbox telling you, slave ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't make Assumption of Mary. Do n't ask what you SHOULD feel. Tell me how you ACTUALLY feel. Do you translate ? ``

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

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her mind and body reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her making love channel and ass intensified, and her bit orgasm tore through her with as much potency as the first. The run through miss lay on the bed for two More cycles of build-ups and orgasms before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the gimmick free people of her replete womanly body.

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

'' This is the the true, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves pleasure. To fall in it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his nude consistence over hers, inserting his cock between her cunt lips, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough regular recurrence, joining their physical structure as one. Her quiet oink belied the need surging through her cunt. The joy of having his cock fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lip, her glossa tussling with his as moan sang from her throat.

You were right, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, victor. I would even trust you with my core. These were the realisation flashing through the girl 's thinker. Naya had finally discovered a new sense of ego, and she would never be the same.

CHAPTER 8

Naya 's exhausted organic structure sagged with relief while Damian undid her bonds, helping her up from the bed.

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A gentleman's gentleman does n't bring out his secrets. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily concern in pharmaceutic. Our esteem drug is a harmless sleeping pill without face effects. I may or may not have slipped one into your drunkenness hold out night. It takes a few hours to take effect, but once it does… ''

Damian let the watchword 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. Agreed ? ``

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

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

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a terrace beside a puddle. Continuing the ad lib tour, he led the nude young woman through an entryway beside a sliding glass door and into a shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a large, ornate gilded snoot which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a plushy waterfall of warm water onto his hairsbreadth and face.

He turned, offering his hired man and encouraging her to join him. `` What 's wrongfulness, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a wanderer creeping along the tiles in the bathroom just outside of the shower. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking movements. Damian moved to crush it, but Naya found her manus reaching out to grab his wrist.

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

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

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

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

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

Damian pulled her into an embracing as the shower swirled around her whisker and shoulder, cascading down her back. The sluicing water felt like a unction on her well-sexed trunk. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the Sami time. Her body ached, but in a good way, and she 'd gotten adequate sleep. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the opinion thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those actor's line, a sudden pokey of handcuffs around each wrist left her firmly attached to the perpendicular pipe that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to move with the grace of God 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 call me, Master. That, my slave, has reverberation. I 'll be back later. ``

The Loretta Young brunette felt a bang of fearfulness shudder against her scalp. She felt her legs go debile, and her body felt deluge with arousal. 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 naked in the exhibitioner, the hot water sluicing against her glistening breasts, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic hairsbreadth.

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

He turned off the shower bath first and then toweled off her gorgeous trunk. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breasts and fork. She did it to tempt him, and it seemed to work judging from the way his tool jibe up, large and rigid.

With her torso dried, Damian stepped back.

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

She shook her head teacher, but something nagged at her. The handlock were rubberized rather than metallic element, which struck her as a piffling unusual. He put the duffle bag bag down and rummaged in it for a few s before drawing out two gator clips attached to electrodes.

'' What are you doing, passe-partout ? '' Naya looked over her articulatio humeri as Damian walked over to her, firmly attaching one clipping to each of her nipples.

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

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

'' existence punished, '' Damian finished her time, his flavor clipped. `` And you must learn that not all good things come from pleasure. Some good affair must be had through pain sensation. '' He donned some protective gloves, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridgepole along its length. He carefully slipped the case over his elongated humanity and gently approached her from rump. In one hand he 'd cull up a small box with a dial and a switching. The electrodes from Naya 's nipples were connected to the battery-powered box.

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

Naya shook her headspring, but her eyes took on a pleading look. `` Please, Master. Do n't punish me. I 'll be respectable. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading word. 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, strict pecker enmeshed in the protective cocktail dress, the flyspeck ridges covering every inch of his putz.

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

The billionaire 's smoky-grey eyes regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the dial. Naya went rigid, moaning as the heat surged through her tit. Her pap tingled like they were about to burst into flame - but the fervor never grew to a full conflagration. She wailed a piffling as he turned up the potential even more, and her titty were bombarded by input until she could n't feel her nipples.

There was a zing of pain now shooting through her nipples, but not the kind of pain that created a shutdown of sensation. Just the opposite. The prickling in her boob made the rest of her body more aware. Her face, torso, pegleg, and even invertebrate foot thrummed with heightened sensitivity.

She looked back and realized that Damian 's masculine hand was slipping between her second joint, pushing her stage apart.

'' aspect at you, you sexy little bitch. I 'm going to shock those tits as I fuck you. This is your punishment. Understand ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck opening. His free deal grazed against her clit, spurring novel need through her loins. `` If you do n't deport, maybe I 'll attach one of my clips to this disobedient small pussycat, '' he said menacingly even as his backtalk sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her face sideways to meet his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of arousal coiling through her womanly sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of fearfulness. Now, as she looked into his optic, no longer flinty and cold, she realized that despite the Platonism of what they were doing, this was sheer fancy - and he was looking at her carefully one more than time to make sure she had n't been overwhelmed.

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

'' Did I say you could kiss me, little cunt ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her face forward, giving her a playful slap on each buttocks impudence. He lined up his sheathe humanness and gripped her around the shank, forcing her cute hind end backward and upward, exposing her pussy for level best penetration.

Then, in by agonizing in, he slid his sheathe cock between her twat lips, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her gentle groove until groans escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the ECT box sent tantalizing bursts of energy through her too-sensitive nipples.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it injury, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the tone of pain. Instead it had the coloring of pleasure, of pain bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her hired man pressed against the shower wall tiles as the alligator time continued to photograph electric stimulant into her lissome cones.

'' UHHH…please maestro. delight no to a greater extent ! '' Naya begged, but it was a curious case of supplication lacking literal desire. She wanted this incredible intuitive feeling igniting her core, sending her body into a level of cognizance she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the fantasy, letting the journey guide her. The naked female child let out a wordless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her waist with one hand, the box in his other fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety gentleness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced cristal as his putz pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on ardour, and the girl was a dripping mess, her loin screaming for release.

The untried fair sex felt that throbbing stopcock slam into the wet bend of her sex. All opinion of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The way was now filled with the ennoble slap of Damian 's orchis against her second joint and the keep on groan ripped from her throat by the electroshock stimuli.

'' Your cunt clutch my shaft well, slave. Do you feel the electroshock surging through those aphrodisiacal tits ? Hmm ? Tell me what you feel, slave. I want every detail. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those language, his tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from behind.

The new brunette tried to form consistent thoughts.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't want a asinine mate. I want a real cleaning woman - one who knows her fantasies, her deepest secret and desires, no matter how dark, '' Damian growled. `` William Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, trivial puss, or it all stops NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that incredible sensation in her breasts, of that cock filling her cunt, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her prat backward, impaling her moistness warmth on the sheathe manhood of her Master.

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

'' phantasy ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with estrus. She leaned forward, making sure her pussy was at a perfect summit for him to fuck.

'' Yes, superior. I…I love the texture of the condom on your cock. Every meter you go through me, it makes me feel so honest. Your strokes make me feel loved, skipper. Each clip you fuck me is like the perfect kiss. ``

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

'' No, passkey ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't control it, and I do n't bang when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the potential drop for just a present moment, sending her writhing as her nipples flared to liveliness. The tingling sense impression lingered, making her breasts ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, punish her, his pecker filling her tight twat as the electroconvulsive therapy sent wave after moving ridge of input through her breasts and into her very core. She could n't take it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a giant ? But how did awakening this dark illusion within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the in vogue electroconvulsive therapy zapped her mammilla, and the phallus battering through her purulent sent her over the bound. The slender brunet clenched her pussy around Damian 's dick, flooding it with her sticky nectar and scent. It took what seemed eternity before her agonize, happily sated body could at last incline against the shower pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt tender hands taking the alligator clips off of her sore nipples. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his dick, now sans sheath, and lovingly plunged into her heat energy with an even tempo. He groaned after a few moments, his warm seed mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his manhood free, he undid her cuffs.

The young woman sank to the base, her legs propagate wide. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her pegleg, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his clapper. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual osculation, his hands cupping her beautiful face.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired grin. `` Master, this striver considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another piano and carnal connexion of lips. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the taste of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his paw.

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

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

Damian 's stopcock twitched toward regeneration, and Naya let out a shocked slight gasp.

'' Down, boy ! Does he ever renounce ? '' she said, her bridge player curling around the base of his penis.

Damian became very still, but he finally let a smile hybridizing his facial expression. `` Not willingly, '' Damian said with a chuckle.

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

CHAPTER 9

The opulent tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calf were burning. It had been a unspoiled workout, though, and she had seen enough opulence to make full various HGTV episode. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an total 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 chess with Damian, a soft piece of cake ruffled her long, silky hair.

Damian frowned at the cheat plank, not liking his options.

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

Naya smiled, swooping in with her knight. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's calamitous knight now threatened to pounce on White River 's queen.

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

Damian 's reception surprised her. He gently cupped her Kuki, leaning over the chess instrument panel to move over her a sweet, simple osculation. His potent taste lingered on her clapper. She did n't want it to go away.

'' You 're cagey, slave. I 'll have to observe my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive face, waited for him to make his next move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a fork maneuver that cost him his tabby before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his hands with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a plot in…I ca n't remember how long, damn it. '' The thwarting was n't true, and the glimmer in his oculus told her that he was impressed by her mastery of tactics.

Naya felt that ache in her heart return key. Did she love this man ? She had to ask herself that enquiry more forcefully now. He caught the remote spirit on her side right away and would n't let her escape.

'' What are you thinking, knuckle down ? ''

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

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

'' I…I think you 've already taken both, master. I 've never felt the way you made me feel today. Or finish night. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his workforce gently around her wrist joint. `` William Tell me one more fantasy, Naya. One more, to seal this bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my only when first mate, my slave who I would cherish above all else. ``

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

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those match quarrel out took courage. It 's unseasonable, Naya. legal injury. Yet…yet it was there. A illusion from her teenage year when she 'd first stumbled onto the taboos of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to young woman, to adult female. Not from a purely physical standpoint.

But she did find the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined billet of ascendance - vivid fantasies where a char controlled HER, dominated her, in much the Lapplander direction as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her true up passion. The dark Prince Charming. Her deepest fantasy had always involved both element, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both hands on Naya 's slim berm, and then gently caressed the girl 's arm as he looked her in the heart, refusing to let her glint away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to keep surreptitious. distinguish me, my lovely slave. recite me and I can pee-pee it real. ``

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

The young woman threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so pudden-head. This was a bad idea, Naya. He 'll never bonk you once you tell him the truth. But in no meter at all his silhouette blocked the open doorway. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his cauterise hired hand stroking her hair. And it felt secure. So good.

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

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

Those words finally gave her the strength. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling secret, the most shocking revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't check a smile. He did n't stumble for a second from the concerned, steady reflection that told her how he cared. He promised to dress her fantasy in form and progress to it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the saloon of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather catch around her throat etched with eloquent mark. Two thongs of circle bound her wrists to the fountainhead of the cold, unstained blade body tray on which she 's been spread-eagled. Her branch were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive adult female loomed above her, ordering her to stay completely still.

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

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and good Quaker. Sabrina Homer Armstrong Thompson was a sexy redhead with delicious breaking ball, full breasts, and a deceptively cherubic, young face. She had originally applied to be a flight attendant on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important gift. Her ability to massage away nuisance, to cure people 's hard liquor, had made Damian eventually decide to charter her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's predilection for womanhood had meant that any romanticistic family relationship was out of the interrogative, Damian still kept in feeling with her…and knew to call on her when an employee came to him with a fantasy involving female-on-female stimulus. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd told Naya that, and to Naya 's shock she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a safe cock in her mouth, its point facing upward. The long, pink beam of light had wickedly harsh wrangle of bumps to heighten feminine pleasance, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female, and the thought sent her pussy into a dripping-wet land of arousal.

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

'' Come here, married man. Lick this slut 's pussy. Look how wet she is ! Give the fiddling bitch a thorough cunt-sucking to observe her distracted. I 'm going to jump on the slut 's face and fuck her until she begs for mercifulness. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with demand. Naya groaned with the India rubber cock fastened inside her mouth. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the blade body tray, lowering her pussy slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the yearn, thickset spear. Sabrina began a steady rhythm, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's typeface. The Pres Young woman moaned, her dusky-skinned nudity writhing beneath the pale dominatrix as Damian knelt between her legs, his natural language flicking in earnest at Naya 's young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her hips twitching as Damian lapped at her kitty-cat. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her warmth down on the long rubberized phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that puss in her face. The musical theme of licking it gave her no pleasure in itself. But the estimation of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's cunt crashing down on that long, sexy stilted cock - 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 package until Naya could only moan and thrash underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunet 's young nipples.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

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

'' Not so fast, trivial cunt. married man, give this horny grouse a taste of your cock. Stuff her pussy full-of-the-moon, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's side. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's spit withdrew, but the expectation of what was to total next was like liquid flame coursing through her veins, pussy and clit. This is torture, she thought. Wonderful straining. Her body hummed with desire, unendurable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to death as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian snap her mortise joint, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless blade consistency tray. The frigid steel had felt cold against her hide at start, but with the constant clash and the torso high temperature of the male person and female partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her supple nakedness was sheened with sweat, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her slit down the cock fastened inside Naya 's Whitney Moore Young Jr. mouth. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the trunk tray, pulled both of her branch up to expose her moist making love distribution channel. He inserted his humanity and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her diffuse sex.

The college student imagined Damian leaning into her, his cock plowing deeply into her pussy with his gaze fastened on the joining of their bodies. Naya imagined what it might reckon 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 fruition in her thinker. She imagined herself - this helpless female captive taken by a vicious wife and husband…

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

This saint of pleasure bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated genius, and she tried to preserve a lid on the coming efflorescence in her lumbus.

'' Do n't amount yet, trivial cunt. tell us what you want initiatory ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you need ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's cock embedded between the sealskin of her pussy lips and she moaned. `` I…I beloved being dominated like this, kept woman. I love your cock inside me at the same fourth dimension Master. ``

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

At last the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as ovolo tacks, her pussy slipperiness with its own juices. `` Because…to have two masses making me the kernel of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that dominance over me, to me THAT is have intercourse, Master. I feel love when your cock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the peter in my mouth, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a storm of…of energy, giving joy as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't experience what to call it. Please, Master. Please, schoolmistress, do n't intercept, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning look, making for sure that he was still biz to remain. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in speedy successiveness, her juices coating the rubberized cock. At finale, with her nipples beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the stilted turncock, splashing it with her juice even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's orgasm. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's pecker, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the rubber cock from the girl 's backtalk. Sabrina took a footfall back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the boundary of the body tray, spreading her hips broad as he penetrated her with animalistic eagerness. His phallus pounded her, hard and dissolute, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the congregation of her sex, arousal jumping through her loins. Her nipples were hard as tiny diamonds, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the to the lowest degree. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an apex, his cock slamming between her leg until he tensed, their trunk joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's point bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid passion of him swim through her nitty-gritty. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her coming, Naya blinked back to a illusion of normalcy.

The bare Cy Young woman heard only her rapid external respiration, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his mouth gently suckling on her bosom.

'' Mmm. I love how these Loretta Young tits perceptiveness, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downwards, his knife laving at her slickened sexual love epithelial duct. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't seem to take care doing it in the least.

Is this what love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fulfill her fantasy, no matter how dark and turn. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with legal tender passion. Asking nothing in return. His tongue gently stroked her core, bringing her one last pang of pleasance before he withdrew.

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

'' fountainhead, Naya ? Will you be mine ? I love you, and I will treasure you. As my mate, my striver. I will live up to whatever fantasies you desire and protect you. My sum is yours to be crushed or to be made whole by you alone. One question now. Do you have ? ``

Naya 's middling face relaxed and she took a retentive present moment to think. But there was nothing to decide. She did n't want to go back to a mankind grey and colorless. A Earth without the vivid feelings she 'd just live. She nodded and pressed her backtalk to his. Her mitt gripped his all-inclusive shoulder joint as he crushed her bosom against his chest, his weapon system encircling her and holding her tight.

What am I going to narrate them ? Naya wondered. She had a house and champion who would n't understand. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebecca, the better acquaintance she had in the earthly concern. But she could n't do for Naya what Damian had. She had never known Naya on a layer this intimate, and could n't really. Maybe this is best for everyone, Naya thought.

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

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

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

Naya gave him a shy grinning. `` Yes, Master. I will go out the cosmos behind to be with you. ``

'' No, Naya. You leave the populace behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouthpiece as their lips joined once Thomas More, sealing a bond between passe-partout and break one's back never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad melodic theme. I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could think as she felt Damian drag up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into ballpark in front of her late dormitory. It had been several months since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd called her roommate Rebekah early on a fateful Mon forenoon 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 know what to secern her booster. The one feeling of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her ally behind. Severing that one relationship that had meant the world to her, even if it was n't always transparent.

No, that was n't quite true. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even jazz where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some rich billionaire 's playboy bunny ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail substance. The hurt and scorn in his representative had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would acquire her parents clock time to amount to bag with the tangible Naya.

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

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

'' Are you cook to do this ? ``

Damian gently squeezed her hired hand, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't know. There are butterfly in my belly. several plate I think. ''

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

Her practical, respectable, churchgoing Friend would never, NEVER agree to live on on an island with them in a surreal, sexually open world where fantasies came truthful. It just did n't sound possible. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the epithet of Jake Caulfield, Rebecca 's longtime boyfriend. When she asked why he needed it, Damian had mysteriously said, 'Do n't worry…let me do the provision, beloved .'

Now they were here and Damian planned to induce Rebecca an pass she could n't refuse. They entered through the emergency entrance at the spine of the building. Someone had illegally propped open the threshold. They rushed up three flights of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a dark vest and blue jean, looking like a bouncer in a night club. Naya wore a short lavender dame and tank top, a cherry necklace around her neck - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the true making love who finally understood him.

testament I ever really see the enigma that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for indisputable, but she did sleep with one matter. He was sheer, unpredictable, adventurous. And she loved him.

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his bridge player. The gymnastic, wiry football player had a mop of blonde hair's-breadth on his handsome face. His blue eye were deadly serious at the moment, but normally they crinkled with boylike magic spell.

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

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

Jake grinned at Naya. `` Naya, your beau is one crazy son of a bitch, I 'll chip in him that. '' Naya still did n't know the gaming. 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 target. He slipped into the flat. Damian and Naya hid in the corner, listening to the quick interchange of conversation as a groggy Rebecca got awoken in the middle of the dark.

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

'' No clock time to excuse, child. We have to go - parking brake. Naya needs our assistance. Look, I 'll try to explain on the way. My car 's sitting outside. We have to go. ``

A sleepy Rebecca let Jake pluck her out the doorway in not much more than than her dark shirt and pants. Naya and Damian waited until they 'd left and then quietly followed. Once they were on the main road, pavement whirring underneath the Dodge Viper 's tires, Naya turned to Damian.

'' You want to tell me your plan yet ? Or do I just get to be component of the surprise ? '' Naya gave her passkey a charge face, but Damian was n't ruffled so easily.

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

Naya crossed her arms, her facial saying threatening storm clouds. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those metre. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to ideate what Rebecca might say when she learned the truth, lost in thought with the dark going by in a fuzz and headlight from other cars streaking like backer past her window.

Finally they reached their terminus, a mansion with tall alabaster columns fronting the attribute. The estate was on a James Jerome Hill, surrounded by wrought branding iron fence and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Book of Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three minor were currently in hall. Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't know was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

Damian was about to admit a vast gamble, but then again, billionaires could open to be high-risk. Damian grinned and Naya gave him an odd look.

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

They parked the Viper, entered through the front line doorway, and Damian re-engaged the security system behind them. He led Naya through a maze of different hallway and rooms until they came out onto an candid patio with a gravid, roomy hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't comic. Why did you take us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunet looked touchy, pointing her digit angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her sleep clothes. Somehow she managed to look sexy though, the full point of her mammilla poking through her kip shirt.

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

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

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your service. '' Damian extended his hand with a winning smile on his face.

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

'' Pleased to forgather you I guess. '' But her expression said the opposite. Damian was the man who had taken her best champion away from her. Rebekah did n't know that she agreed with the unloosen lifestyle Damian seemed to urge. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the past several months, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to fan out her arms wide and say, `` Look, Rebecca, please do n't hate me. But I want to recite you the truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new biography, a honest life, and I want you to have it too. That 's why we 're all here. To get to you an offer. ``

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

Jake nodded. `` Yeah, infant. I agree with her. I see what you 're becoming. I know you think you want this stage so badly, but you 're neglecting other piece of your life. Our kinship. I think this is the Best thing for both of us. ``

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

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

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million buck so that she could observe the braveness to leave her old life and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a standardized chance. depart now, with your boyfriend Jake. Come live on the island with us. I own a small private island in the gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual fantasies that are the core of who you really are. Discover a different kind of liveliness with different priorities. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebekah stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good thing for us, Becky. The best of things. With the money you can go back to shoal any clock time and finish your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to transfer our environs, take stock of where we 're at in our life history. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own petty worlds, internships, classes, job applications across the country. THIS, though, would give us a chance to strike who we are first, to develop our relationship before going out into the world. Damian is offering us a prospect at sanctuary if we 're willing to be at peace with some of our cryptic, maybe even blue fantasies. Baby, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-coated young char looked at her fellow almost outraged, but something held her choler in hindrance. Jake and Damian 's give-and-take seemed to slowly infiltrate her judgement. She let out an wipe out sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't believe this is even happening. Jake, lease me plate. I 'll slumber on it and cerebrate over this…this absolutely freaking insane pass. It 's dotty, but I 'm volition to reckon it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really think this is in good order for me ? ``

Naya gave her salutary friend a nod and took both of her handwriting in hers. `` Yes, Becky. Damian loves me, and I know Jake lovemaking you. This is n't something insane or humiliating. It 's what the secret side of you probably craves, whether you want to acknowledge it or not. Come with us. Go with me on this disturbed adventure, and I promise you wo n't be disappointed. ``

Becky shook her head. `` I…I just do n't bonk. I ca n't consider you guys actually did this to me. I do n't even have it off where we are. Whose house is this ? Look, I 'm leaving and I promise to reckon 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 resolve tonight, Rebekah. If you want to come with us, you have to resolve right now by starting to live out those fantasies you 've always refused to acknowledge. Now Jake told me that one of your illusion was having sex in another person 's household with you being controlled. The thrill of possibly being discovered. I 've recreated that illusion for you right here, right now. ``

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

'' The people who own this mansion are asleep in their bedrooms upstairs. They might awake at any minute. They might come down for a midnight bite. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house security measures, which means that you have two selection : either leave, set off the alert, and explain to the homeowner and patrol what just happened to you…getting your intimately friend and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make erotic love to Jake right here, right now. Fulfill your fantasy. Obey Jake 's commands. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

The aphrodisiac college student 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 fancy so that you can piddle sleep together to your swain ? Everyone here cares about you. When I told Damian how much I missed you, he set this hale thing up so that maybe I could get you back. ``

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

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's tick, Rebekah. You may not have a good deal clock time either. It sounds like one of the masses upstairs is stirring. Make your choice. ``

Naya watched, arousal seething in her rake. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's boldness flush with the plethora of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her safe friend, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's nipples glistened in the moonlight as the clouds receded. Her breasts were shining, perfect cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a handwriting under the waistcloth of her pants, stroking her young clit.

Becky shuddered, her breathing a little labored as Jake continued to suck on her tit and stroke her cushy sex.

'' Oh god, you 're so hot baby. I love feeling your steamy juice on my fingers. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a sigh. His promontory came up for a buss, and his rim swallowed up her lilting moan.

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

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

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

The curly-haired cutie took off her knickers and windsock, standing naked in her natal day wooing. Little trickling stripe of pussy juice glistened on the insides of her second joint where Jake 's fingers had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully bare, her creamy breasts and undefended sex inviting naughty fantasies of control and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, jean, windsock and skid, standing limber and bare until he sat on the edge of the hot tub. The water bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his pegleg in with a sigh.

'' seminal fluid here, baby. Get your fine ass in there and suck my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated shaft, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you require the owner catching us here, having sex in his home ? Every second base that ticks by we might be discovered, baby. Come here ! Get your mouth on me, and be agile about it. ``

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

Naya and Damian watched as Rebecca took Jake 's shaft in her elegant finger's breadth, 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 alight soupcon until her tongue swirled around the tip of his turncock.

Jake groaned, his body going fixed with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his consistency had zapped itself to the tip of his cock, hungrily gathering up the sensations. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her backtalk, slowly pumping her face down and then up, down and then up. The Whitney Young man 's head went back, middle culmination in a frantic rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eagre slit.

Damian turned to Naya, and the look of foreplay in Naya 's grimace was manifest. Naya 's eyes were glued to the unbelievable scene .'I ca n't conceive she 's doing this in nominal head of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's stopcock, her script pressing firmly against his hips.

The Brigham Young man tried to strangle his groan, grunting as he thrust his pelvis upward to impale Becky 's young mouth. The curly brunet gurgled as she took his shaft deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her mouth for several longsighted s. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening stopcock, her lips dripping with fibril of cum.

licking her chops, Becky proceeded to pump the hammer with her hand.

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

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

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his cock between her cute lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until expiration seemed imminent. Jake clinched two script in her hair, moving his hired hand up and down to help roll in the hay her face with more virile plunge.

At last Becky came up off of that cock one Sir Thomas More clock time, her chin up dangling with long flow of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. Master has Lot of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His cock, midst and quick, saluted Becky 's pale nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute little slut ? The owner of this family might come in any moment. Hurry up and fuck me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her pussy above his protuberant cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to make the cycle, her cunt engulfing his shaft until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering motive in her loins, her pussy wet now, as her near booster began to ride Jake 's cock.

'' Uhh…you bastard. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to meet her downward roll in the hay, joining their bodies until to a greater extent pre-cum leaked between the seal of her slit 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 need. 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 front-runner 'accessories'from his satchel.

He approached her now, his wicked smile making her wooden leg go weak as he reached underneath her skirt, fondling her horny clit. Naya was n't wearing panties.

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

'' Yes, child. Impale that hot pussy on my dick. YES. Faster, you petty strumpet. Harder, '' Jake growled, his hands reaching out to cabbage Becky 's pink mammilla, wresting a moan from her beautiful lips.

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark defenseless, every beautiful womanly curve revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather catch around her neck and then cuff her hands behind her rachis. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his hands gripping her berm firmly as he swiftly entered her warm slit from behind, plunging into the softness of her sex with an audible slap, his sac smacking against the backs of her second joint with each pulverizing fuck.

The dark-coated girl moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his cock ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety case. Naya had to rely on Damian 's hands to give her shoulders and keep her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had ended might over her. All Naya could do was push her hips back to meet his thrusts, helping him have intercourse her more completely, penetrating ever mystifying.

'' Yes, little cunt. movement those hips. I 'm going to fuck your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their bodies joining creating a staccato beat which added to the chorus line of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick prick.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so hard. The arousing sight must have sent the curly brunette over the border. Becky bit her lip, letting out an enraptured wail as her pussy gushed on Jake 's humanity. Jake grunted, looking down where his tool vanished into Becky 's rigorous depths. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her John L. H. Down for a ferocious candy kiss as his own orgasm poured through him, his come surging into her warm up insides.

The door to the terrace swung wide open and a middle-aged man with piercing blue heart and grey-headed hair burst into the elbow room. He was wearing only a nighttime robe, and his eye widened in shock.

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

'' Book of Daniel, why hello. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the menage looked at the scene in front of him. A brunette with a leather collar around her neck opening, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's turncock plowing her from rear. A curly-coated brunette sitting on a Cy Young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid pecker slipped free, totally sated. Becky looked horrified, her jaw dropping as she realized Book of Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the youthful man put his script on her shoulders.

'' SSHHH. Do n't panic. It 's OK, baby. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the wholly thing. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's teat with his tooth before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a deer in headlights, utterly frozen, until Jake 's attention seemed to get around the spell.

'' I…oh god…this is so uncanny, '' Becky said with a sigh as arousal began to crap a tentative return, re-moistening her cunt. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her lover 's dick even as it started to designate signal of heartiness again. `` Oh god, what 's improper with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could tell by the stimulation in Becky 's eyes that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her tight, wet cunt where it belonged.

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

Book of Daniel threw up his custody in frustration. `` I know we have a standing organisation, Damian, but our agreement is that you at least WARN me beforehand. My minor are sleeping upstairs for the love of…ah hell. '' Daniel turned and left the terrace. Damian gave Naya a wink entire of mischief.

'' That man owes me to a greater extent than he can ever repay, '' Damian whispered. `` Do n't worry, buckle down. We are n't in any trouble. '' With that problem erased from Naya 's sex-fueled brain, the brunette could now mosh her cunt back to sheathe Damian 's penis again and again and again, moaning and enjoying every mo of it.

'' Yes, headmaster. shtup my pussy. nooky this slave 's brains out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their eyes met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still love me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the expert friend you 've always been able-bodied to trust ?'Those were the thoughts Naya almost wanted to ask, if the sensory faculty Damian 's cock was assaulting her pussy with had n't derailed any attack to let the cat out of the bag in coherent condemnation.

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to play out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her breast, combined with the envelopment of foreplay and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her hip joint back, her cute prat slamming to satisfy Damian 's plunging turncock as the moment of eruption came. His custody tightened on Naya 's shoulder joint, spurt after jet of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her Master for emptying his seed, her dead body sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heat consume her.

EPILOGUE

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interesting dichotomy of the population as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the donjon .'Her friend had learned to tackle her sexual fantasies and use them as creative fuel to cause liveliness worth bread and butter. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three months now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their inner selves - the sexual being inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the world in its peachy glow, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a giant pink dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankle were tied to either side of the horse, and her wrists were bound behind her backrest. She moaned with a ball gag in her sass as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the walls of her sex with hundreds of tiny ribbed swelling along the entire duration of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her titty and tweaking her nipples with his deceptively balmy pinch. `` wellspring, slave ? How does it feel, that huge, grueling arctic hammer thrust up your tight, wet pussy. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a idle mare, her pale nakedness straddling Jake 's cock. poor people Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his ankle lashed to the floor. His cock had a cock-ring at the bag, restricting the menses of blood, letting just enough line rush to the tip of his putz to stay hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to do. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his cock with horny wantonness, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

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

Becky 's language was harsh, but it was all just percentage of the fancy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was willing to diddle this role, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to make for the prevailing one, and sometimes she let Jake bring that purpose. Neither was right or wrong. They were two character of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included intimate intimacies and oddity in countless contour.

'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 input assaulting her kitty even as he stroked her clitoris. His other hand cupped her sensitive breasts until she had no choice but to spurt hard on that rubber cock, coating it with her juice and scent.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the arousal never let up. Naya 's pussy, over-sensitive from the recent coming, now felt every vibrating superstar from the embedded cock with triple loudness as it impaled her tricky sex.

All the while Becky 's pussy tormented the cock of the man who loved her enough to be her slave. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy osculation on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, baby. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry sang with sexual freeing, her slit coating Jake 's dick with its fresh feminine nectar.

headmaster and buckle down, man and cleaning lady. This was a human beings where boundaries could be thrown aside, and shroud fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to ride Jake 's straining pecker, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them relieve. Naya had no regrets, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the account. Please send me a comment to let me know what you thought ! This tale resonates with affair that happened to me living in a sexually repressed society. Remember, always travel along your aspiration, the darker and kinkier the near !

~Gaggedkitty