CHAPTER 1

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

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as cryptical as his icon suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her seemed misanthropical, the eye hard, almost frigidity, as if they 'd seen too lots. He was at least a decade her senior, but his lean cheek had somehow retained the charm of a lots younger man. Damian 's eyes were smoky grey. His form was compact, and even under the dark purple dress shirt, heftiness rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female person. adventuresome, out-of-doors to possibilities, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire enterpriser. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an evening and, if you play your add-in right, Damian might just keep on you for a while. offering : $ 2 million the first Night. Leontyne Price negotiable after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might experience called her petite from a space, but she had noticeable breaking ball and a dead body that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one finally time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless blackness apparel. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black pilus that hung in wavy lushness a honorable few in past her shoulder joint. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the data track team at Triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

The roomie behind her was like a softer translation of Naya. Rebecca 's short, curly fuzz and puckish heart were always looking for the adjacent put-on to make for. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that steep online advertisement.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell apart me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few more months. Is this, like, some death dolt stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible adult ? Because I promise you, there are less stupid slipway to do something brainish and fun. You do n't bed WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial killer whale for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to enjoin her the truth. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dream, not hers. Now that she was so close to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt empty. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her find alive. She did n't want to guess about the future, at to the lowest degree not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an obscure meeting place had seemed like a cosmic mansion to Naya. looney or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to consume what she hoped might be the night of her biography, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

The evening began as Naya had hoped. Just on prison term, 8PM, and the moon already hanging in the sky like a giant pale Frisbee, the sleek, Black person limousine pulled up to the kerb near her residence hall. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curb bit with her, wearing a much less dressy dungaree and a tank car top. She gave her supporter a goodbye hug.

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

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupid. I promise to be careful. Love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. Call that boyfriend you 've been pining for the last few twenty-four hour period, '' she said with a smile, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to give her a poke in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed driver opened the doorway for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could try further retribution. She waved at her friend as the number one wood got back in, started up the railway locomotive, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on bowling pin and needles. A sluttish rain began to fall, making the asphalt and edifice glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of deception. Wow, what a corny thought. Do n't let your jitter make you say something stupid tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dream she 'd harbored for a magical evening tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her best ? Would her advantageously be even close to good enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to still the tension by making humble talk.

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

Naya frowned. The first lilliputian bit of'I told you so'crept into her mind, doing a singular interpreting of Rebecca 's voice. As the hour ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of outright fear. Nearly 45 instant passed before Naya was ready to jazz on the sectionalization and demand that 'Pierre'stop the fomite and evidence her where the Hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a turgid warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limousine eased out of the rain, pulling to a stop in a all-inclusive warehouse floor flooded with Inner Light.

The threshold opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the distance of the trip, my lady. original 's orders were to not mouth to you until we arrived. '' The sudden warmth in the man 's eyes did a lot to resettle Naya 's nervousness, but not completely. She slowly stepped out, turned around, and gasped at what she saw.

There were rows of beautiful young women. Many of them wore skimpy dresses, others wore piece of music of expectant elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the grandiosity of the robe and weightiness of the physical composition, were trying very hard to look more mature than their geezerhood.

Naya quietly let capital of South Dakota guide her over to join the seam of with child daughter. She stood beside a blond girl in a bright red clothes which had a single strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulders and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't know this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's former side of meat was wearing a glittery green armoured combat vehicle top and black slack embroidered with run-in of bright beads. She turned with a decisive look in her emerald eyes. `` A filth is still a crud, no matter how finely the apparel, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged part on an assembly ancestry. Naya opened her backtalk, shocked at the fair sex '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 trusted Mr. Cruceaux will ascertain sooo attractive, '' The blonde cleaning lady in the red dress 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 react to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blonde cleaning woman 's face. Her reasonably blue angel optic were widely and innocent now, but moments before they 'd been feisty and sharp.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to forgather you, Claire. That clothes looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own segmentation. Below the trim of the attire a ribbon of flowers flared across her torso, just highlighting her well-endowed bureau that much to a greater extent. Claire gave Naya a rueful smile.

'' Yeah, I know it IS a little over the top. Even though I do n't fit the dense blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to act as appearances and see how much people assume. You can learn a lot about people by what they do or do n't ASSUME, '' she finished with a grinning.

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her graceful finger along the silk trim of her gorgeous black apparel. `` Damn, woman. This hugs your figure like the nightdress of a goddess. I 'm actually green-eyed. I may get level for flashiness, but you 've got a lot more taste, '' she said with a sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two stood script in deal, talking to one another, trying to keep each other 's spirits up and distracted while more daughter were dropped off for the unusual challenger Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at to the lowest degree 100 young women in the warehouse. The constant pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. adult female impatiently waiting. When a blacken limousine zoomed through the bay door, screeching to a freeze, pennants fluttering with the collective logo of Cruceaux diligence patent, the whole place fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed gentleman who had to be - without any incertitude - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its brilliantly ash gray vest contrasting sharply against his two assistant'plain White unity, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the melodic phrase of Edward Young women as if he had a right to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gowns, his eyes seemed much less concerned about the forcible endowment of the cleaning lady he surveyed than about former qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to annotate over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the center of each girl he passed. He seemed to measure her whole posture rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to roar, Naya realized that Damian 's slam was about to get hold of her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her warmheartedness. She realized her Brobdingnagian blunder, her organic structure tensing in fear.

Claire had to want to look her sexy best in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a missy she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a frightened little sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too late to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to survey them, and his eyes had already taken keen note of their united hands.

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

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde fair sex first, and then his piercing gaze set its sights on Naya. He seemed to linger on her glossy, midnight pilus and the dark chocolate pools of her eyes. His eyes gently caressed the narrowness of her articulatio humeri before looking her up and down again for good measure. He settled on her face, and Naya tried to meet his gaze. After a few seconds, she couldn't.

Her heart began to go down as he began to twist away. But instead these run-in came out of Damian 's back talk as he spoke to his two supporter.

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

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

'' Let the Nox begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the urge to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather cushions opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glance that was less harsh and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the manufactory flooring just minutes earlier. The five o'clock phantom on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous looking at, complimented well by ash-grey eyes that missed nothing.

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

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

'' A pleasure to converge you both. I want you to experience, that no topic how tonight transpires, you two are quite special. I wouldn't have asked you to come if I thought otherwise. ``

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

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

Damian Cruceaux chuckled. `` Ah. You are a rarified gem, Naya. I thought I saw a conceal fervidness in you. In answer to your question, no…not at all. I do not have out wish freely. You will learn that soon enough. ``

The relief of the ride went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a trivial dubiousness here and there. Many of the womanhood 's own motion 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 enterprise, his travels, his past times careers.

At utmost, with the wind picking up and the rainfall pelting harder against the windshield chalk, the limousine pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian restaurant. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the glass windows revealed luxurious tablecloths and crystal merchandise which would 've looked suitable in most multimillion dollar mark star sign.

It was Pierre who opened the doorway, but Naya flushed when Damian took her hand, guiding her out onto the pavement as Pierre snapped open his umbrella. When Claire moved to keep up, Pierre softly put up his hand.

'' Forgive me, my peeress. You have other plans for the night. I see the disappointment on your face, but do not judge the evening until it 's over. I would not have brought you this far only to empty you. '' The huge, muscle-bound black man sounded almost beau, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent line of descent rushing to her cheeks. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's heart was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so peeress who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her hands on either side of meat of her, a bar of self-conscious awareness surfacing with a vengeance. She was aware of the ruby pendant at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering black in the dress. She had been going for a decadent looking at, and judging from the way Damian 's heart clung to her name and rested on her expression, she had succeeded.

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

To contribution a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a night of passion and excess without regrets ? That might consume been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the initiatory seat, but it did n't vocalize so impressive now. In fact, it made her appear downright shallow. She gripped the table bound, almost ashamed that she had no direct answer.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a daughter with a one-dimensional personality. You 're a young cleaning woman looking for something Thomas More out of life. More than what society says you can be. distinguish me I 'm wrong. ``

Naya let the muteness engulf the tabular array between them before she could conglomerate her nerve. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed capable to grab onto the more she focused on the richness in Damian 's vocalisation.

'' I did n't recognise mind-reading was one of your talent. ''

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

'' Because you know you 're flop. You ARE right, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my ambition for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to believe, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a night Prince Charming. In a few calendar month I 'll own my engineering level. Probably a few month after that I 'll have financial independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels vacuous to me. I see my admirer become absorbed in their own piffling worlds, obsessing on careers and leaving everyone else behind. That 's not what I want to be. That 's not who I am. ``

'' And then why me, Naya ? Why take the over-the-top risk of acceding to my notion and spending the night with a man you do n't even love ? ``

Naya took a gulp of air, feeling sweat consortium on the slope between her breasts. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to take their parliamentary law. After Damian ordered a methamphetamine hydrochloride of red wine for them both, the waiter vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling gaze on the beautiful feminine target of his intent.

Naya tried to just be honest. `` Because you have power, because you clearly do n't care what multitude think. I admired your honesty when I first read the posting. I admired your bluntness, the world-be-damned philosophy I sensed behind the words in your ad. '' Naya could n't trust she was saying this. She sounded like another person, but it was true. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her admirer at church or with her parents.

'' And ? So far, have you come to any conclusions ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to touch and gently rub his right hand over her left. She felt the immediate surge of warmth from his decoration, and it made her arm tingle.

'' Too early to tell, '' she whispered. `` But recite me this, '' she said, trying to recuperate. `` Why did you bring Claire ? Why raise her hopes up only to cruelly go out her and then take away me ? I do n't know if I can abide by a man who does something like that. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully. `` You hardly know this girl, yet you stand up for her. Yet you would adventure putting me on the spot and angering me. Do you process 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 charwoman before ? ``

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

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

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

The Edward Young woman 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 surprise ? ``

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the scrumptious finale saltation on her palate for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you blame a young lady for getting sealed ideas after you 've put her in a card with 100 other sexed-up char ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. Fair enough. I guess I do owe you a more direct answer about myself. Do you know why monogamy is the highest form of kinship ? ``

Naya shook her forefront and withdrew her deal. That damnably pleasurable opinion of his hand rubbing her arm was making it difficult to think straight.

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two thing in this world which subject to me more than anything else. Jealousy and loyalty. ``

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

'' I 've seen relationship ruined by green-eyed monster - not just of early masses, but of mere physical object, of wealthiness. Any time you have a kinship which is not foremost between two hoi polloi, jealousy exists. It must exist. It must always leave one of the three wondering, 'Am I valued less ? Do the other two really require me ?'A man was made to be with one adult female, and a adult female with one man. ``

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

'' Yet they have, but do n't misapprehend me. I will do anything for the woman I love. If the woman I love asks me to take another woman to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man shoot her right hand in front man of me, I could n't traverse her even that. There is nothing I will not do for a adult female, as long as her request does not come tainted by rapacity. '' The hard line of his jaw had melted into a wry grin. `` Of course, you probably detect me an odd mix of traditional amorous partiality and thing more effete, shadowy and forbidden. There are few womanhood who have ever understood me. The simply one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

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

Though she could n't explain it, Damian Cruceaux 's countersign felt real to her. This was n't a show being put on for her welfare, and she knew it. His watchword were too filled with contradictions to be anything but the truth.

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

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

'' I find the Bible 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to take you my better half, my submissive. I will be your Master, and you will be my Slave. ``

This terminology drew severe lines in Naya 's mind and gist - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored coloured fantasies. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a pirate king, sometimes by a savage barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably seem silly to her friend, and many people would be horrified. But there were real to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the heat rushed to her cheeks. She realized that both of his paw had invaded her side of the tabular array, gently grasping her wrists.

'' How does this look, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's breathing had quickened. She was sure he could see the rapid rise and fall of her breasts under the skin-tight fabric. The sweat along her brow had to be obtrusive too. Her cleavage felt slick with lather, and she wanted to curse her face for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's oculus gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare womanhood, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to eff exactly what you are getting into. I don't detainment to the norms of society. Society is superficial and stagnant. I want you to feel active, to be what you were truly meant to be - smart set 's notion be damned. Men and women think differently. We ARE unlike. Society forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do things you may not want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and cherish you, but I will also defecate you MINE. I will push you to the demarcation line, I will gainsay you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her response. His hands still gently clasped her wrists. Even that tame level of his restraint over her sent her jiffy racing. She found her sass turning dry.

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

Naya abruptly withdrew her script, breaking his grasp. She flashed him a repellant smile. `` And just what are the ruler, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, clotheshorse billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my case, family to hang. Preferably ON TIME. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingers on the table and took a sip of the very well red as the waiter brought out denture of lasagne and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` move over me the weekend. If you decide to stay with me after that, you 'll cease your tinker's damn classes, take the $ 2 million I offered, and become my striver. ``

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

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

The dusky-skinned college scholar frowned. `` By the arrangement in your ad, you said $ 2 million for just one Night. Why would I agree to ride out with you for two Night and forego all that soft money ? ``

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

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that give-and-take. lady friend. He said it like it was a soil give-and-take. Like it implied acts she could barely conceive of. A shiver ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her ramification. Naya, be measured. Do n't you recall Rebecca 's words ? She thought. There was another face, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your animation do something that is true to who you are. Not the person 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 lips opened to take form three perfect watchword. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would happen adjacent. I guess I was wrong, she realized not long after. The limo had come to foot them up, but this time it was a different driver who ushered them into the stake seat. Inside, Naya was surprised to see Claire and capital of South Dakota sitting slope by face on the plush leather shock absorber opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every drift 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 piece traffic seemed to slacken everything to a crawl, but the aggressive device driver eventually got them to the main road, and soon they were leaving the urban center behind altogether.

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

She noticed that Claire and capital of South Dakota were holding paw. Claire 's font was almost glowing, as if she was amped up on amphetamine.

'' A low common soldier airport I use every now and then. It 's a bit of a effort. We 've got some metre, '' Damian said mildly.

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

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

'' striptease. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her eubstance go dusty. A consequence later, though, passion flooded her nervure. The sentiment of him seeing her completely bare tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a young woman and a man in a tuxedo. She looked over at the two of them, and her look must hold shown her impact.

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

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

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

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to meet his. For a second she did n't go, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blonde slowly unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipped unblock of the easy satin, and shimmied free of the quietus of it. She was now in only a bright ruby bra and panty. Next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric fall to the storey. Claire slowly drew the panty down her delicious rosehip, sliding them gracefully off of her ankle joint. The hound came off then, and there was nothing but birthday suit. Just feminine beaut, naked and unvarnished.

The raw blonde sat beside capital of South Dakota, her lissom tit displayed for the other three citizenry in the limousine to look up to. The thatch of pubic fuzz enshrouding her sex seemed to prognosticate a human race of delights.

'' unfold your thigh a little wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her stage opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, open and exposed. Her trunk was definitely flushed - whether from the plethora or slew sexual arousal, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a tone of triumph, like a somebody does when they 've just conquered a awe, and it gave Naya an incredible rush.

Before anything more could be done, Naya found her handwriting reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed fabric without too practically trouble, finally letting it flop to the slope as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and pink panty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush consistency. The blonde 's pale skin and womanly curves were beautiful, dewy-eyed as that.

There was n't anything to be ashamed of, was there ? Why should she be so reluctant to demo her ravisher to this man who promised she could be his ? Why should she care that he wanted her beauty to be seen by others ? She finally quieted all the grappling, guilt-infested word of advice in her mind and tried to subscribe to the final exam plunge. She reached backward, touching her bra shoulder strap. Her fingers froze.

'' Does it help, Naya ? Seeing your boyfriend slave naked before you ? Does it contribute you courage ? When you answer me, squall 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 feeling of mercy. But you must shew me you are trying. Are you giving this your best feat, Naya ? ``

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

'' gild has taught you to be ashamed of your own body. Do n't address to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'striver. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful thing in your mind. Now do what I say. make off what remains of your clothing. I would see the very you - a naked, pristine Naya, a striver of unrivaled beauty. ``

As he said the password, though, Damian gently did the work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to reveal her supple cone. He then slowly slid her panty down her stage, all the way to her ankles, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the recession, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her nascence. Her cute cigarette felt the sang-froid leather underneath her. Her snatch felt the air on her unwrap cunt sass. She felt a thrill of danger, of arousal, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's consistence. 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 shade darker than the soupiness of Claire 's. Claire 's bosom were maybe slightly larger, the nipples larger and more pronounced. Naya 's shine belly with its belly-button ring added an exotic temptingness beneath her well-formed breasts, and the muscular step in her arms and legs was unmistakable.

'' What do you retrieve, capital of South Dakota ? Are these striver not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulders, hugging her nakedness 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 bare thigh…even through the fabric of his pant - sent sentiency all the way to her pubic region. She had to consciously prevent her torso from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

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

'' They are both dainty, overlord. I can definitely call off a nigger a spade, '' capital of South Dakota said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her shoulders in a like possessive posture. He went a gradation further, though, claiming her back talk with a pinnace candy kiss. Claire moaned, her nipples beading too, and her nakedness trembled as his rima oris worked hers, her clapper responding. At last they came away from each other, lips parting softly.

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

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

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

Naya 's mouth had gone dry, dry as a desert, but she tried. She watched as Claire slowly began licking the undersurface of capital of South Dakota 's shameful hammer, starting at the base, then moving all the way to the tip. The aphrodisiacal blonde then swirled her lingua against the tip, ripping a slow moan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his cock, Master. She 's taking him in her mouth, '' Naya whispered. Her pussy felt passion. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limousine. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her sass back and Forth along capital of South Dakota 's manhood. There was a conciliate, suckling rhythm method of birth control, its sound soon unmistakable in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the Edward Young blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blond 's golden hair into two clinch fists, groaning Sir Thomas More deeply as she went to run on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her brim.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my cock fill your mouth, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his tool, her lingua caressing the duration of his cock. She pumped her face back and forth, the suckling speech sound intensifying until Pierre grasped her fountainhead and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling audio as the girl bottomed out on his pubic fuzz, her nose practically touching his private parts.

After various seconds, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with strings of pre-cum drifting from her sass. She wiped them with her radiocarpal joint and then began to lick the sides of his shot, her hands tenderly pumping his manhood even as her clapper laved his cock-head as if it were a treat.

Naya sat there in incredulity, her pubic region wet with abominable desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dreaming. Instead, though, the immature womanhood felt the appalling hint of two finger's breadth gently rubbing against her exposed clitoris. Damian 's fingers. The man was tender but firm - and what began as gentle chafe soon became firm strokes, stoking a fiery pauperization that coursed through the brunette 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her breasts heaved as he tormented her with the delicious attempt of touch. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two digit slid into her mild channel. She tried to go on her eye focused on Claire slurping up and down that farseeing, fateful cock. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her mouth on the ray again, this time bottoming out on the night slab until her gurgling was apparent. She came up for air, fresh chain of gooey cum drifting from her back talk. These she gathered with her fingers, licking them clean as if they were a sugary dainty.

'' Good, slave. How does your captain 's cum taste ? '' capital of South Dakota rumbled.

Claire was startled as the big man grasped her by the scruff of the cervix, leaning down to kiss her savagely. She groaned as the man 's early hand reached behind her well-proportioned bottom, inserting a finger into her debunk pussy. Claire 's resulting moan made Naya 's slit nearly floodlight. Damian 's finger's breadth had been tormenting her this intact time, and seeing her bloke slave being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you tactile sensation, Naya ? '' Suddenly the hallow finger's breadth stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's bare soundbox. She thrummed with need, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to match the billionaire 's touch.

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

'' You want more than, you 'll have to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the words hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired fille slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his bloomers, slid them and his unmentionable down to his stage. She paused a moment, admiring the total package in her care. His thick, vein-bulging cock was heavily for her, so heavy. She imagined the feeling of pauperization which must be surging through his unanimous eubstance, the blood 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 shaft straining inside her mouth. Her lips formed a tight'O'around it as she pumped her sassing up and down, bobbing up and down his cock until she could hear his audible moan join those of Pierre.

This touch sensation of control she had over him, it made her experience incredibly alert. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a hectic intensity. metre seemed to fall away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's bare thighs, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep sucking me, cute fiddling cunt. Impale that odoriferous little mouth on my prick. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian animal she 'd dreamed of in her illusion than the healthy businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his dig with her natural language, her teeth gently grazing his shaft as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her fairly lips. Before he could even go back though, the brunette had impaled her mouth again, squeezing the sides of his shaft with her tongue as she slurped like a selfless slave. Damian 's groan reached a crescendo. He gasped, his deal grasping her by the shoulder joint and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' spread out your mouth, slave. exposed ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her titty. Damian raised his manhood higher, the last series of spurt covering her look and mouth. When he was at last fully spent, Damian lifted her vertebral column onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to savour the bid of emotions across her face as his mitt fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new heights.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonise moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the mucilaginous cum on her face, its nipping odor filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her substance - that quickly building kitty of desire so desperately needing firing. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his finger 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 citizenry behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender touch. She felt his finger's breadth cajole, batter and assault her clit in the most erotic feeling she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's index finger finger's breadth plunged into her sex, rubbing against the sides of her love canal, piling one sensation on top of the other until she could deduct it no more.

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

Naya 's groan plateaued, and her body climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her kitty clenching around his indicator fingerbreadth as she came hard, her juices flooding his genitalia. Naya 's slender weapons system grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his vest as she felt herself riding out the climax. Her naked, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's young face pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her warm intimation panting against his neck.

She 'd lost all sense of time and awareness. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some sentence before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on capital of South Dakota 's lap, actively riding the big black man 's shaft. The blond 's aphrodisiac fanny bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy auditory sensation of their sexes joining filling the room with a constant rhythm method of birth control.

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

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

Yet if that was dead on target, then why had her eubstance never felt so alive ? She remembered his hand inside her soft rut and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his manhood between her pussy lips, impaling her moistness heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a shaft so rigid and filled with penury. Then she felt his rut sate her inside, her eyes snapping open as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her impudence firmly pressed against his chest of drawers, the airport pole lights 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 face and breasts had made smudge on Damian 's once pristine tux.

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

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

She looked at her surroundings - this perfectly ordinary limo - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting naked next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them capital of South Dakota lay sideways on the wide leather cushion, his arm wrapped around a bare Claire. Her ventilation 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 upright match. ``

Naya gave her sea captain a skeptical look. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one quick fuck a little early to be crowing your success ? '' Naya realized that the cynical side of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the words, but Damian seemed to wreak out the uncensored interlingual rendition 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 lots to con still, knuckle down. Much. '' The limo came to a stop near the runway, and Naya could just see on the rain-scoured tarmac where a common soldier jet waited, maybe a football game field away. The rain had waned to a barely noticeable drizzle.

The billionaire leaned across to the other buns, nudging his associate awake. Pierre awoke with a scratch, snuffling like a boar before rubbing at his sleepy-eyed eyes and gently stirring Claire awake too.

'' It is time, my ally. The planer is gear up, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the door. `` 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 brain. `` Those will be brought along by Marcus, my other driver. You will go with me to the plane just as you are. ``

The brunet looked down at her nudity and could n't think what this man was asking her. It was one thing to be butt naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee booster and a familiar adult female. To be walking out into the clear - along a rail where just anyone could be watching. That would be awful. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful organic structure walking naked, displayed proudly beside your master copy ? said a tiny representative in her head.

She looked at Damian one more than fourth dimension. His sass was set in a firm line. He was life-threatening. suddenly sober. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to converge her regard steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a deep, spike breath, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her bare feet on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic pilus, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her nipples into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the newly odour of rain and true pine tree diagram. The airport was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his bridge player gently rubbing her frown back. `` What do you finger, Naya ? Shame ? concern ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have zippo to fear. I own this drome. No one will presume judge you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his grimace. Just present moment before he had looked nark, stung by her rough words about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her heart aching just a little. She impulsively slipped her branch around his neck opening, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a long, lingering osculation. He tasted of bird for some reasonableness, and her locoweed awakened, the rub of his waistcoat along her breasts creating a enjoyable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight co-occurrence, their blue vests looking almost black in the night, materialized in battlefront of the limo. `` Your luggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help carry anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with trouble, trying to keep open the red from creeping onto her face.

'' Please professional. Ca n't you have me something to wear ? ''

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

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

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

Every footstep felt like torture to Naya. She felt like movable being paraded before a victorious throng, even though the runway was virtually empty. A few airport personnel went about their duty, but in the wickedness they hardly seemed to detect Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with obtrusive nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the Lapp way as Naya, but she hid her concern better than the brunette. capital of South Dakota gestured her up the incline first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the stone's throw onto the plane.

The import she set foot inside a upsurge of relief swept through her. She was given a buns beside Claire, and the two au naturel slaves were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and breasts with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little worry, he stopped her.

'' Would you care me to serve, buckle down ? '' The kindness in his eyes disarmed her even though she was tempestuous at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a entrance slave little girl brought to ancient Eternal City, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an irritable looking, but quietly nodded. With deft strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her white meat, cheeks, and elsewhere on her face.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the lounge area of the planing machine from the front of the cabin. Naya did n't make out the character of sheet. She guessed it could invest 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for business sector travelling, and it was well stocked with potable of all sort - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juices, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare moment of privacy.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how ungainly she felt. Why did sitting bare next to someone alteration her power to call up or talk normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't wee sense, but the awkwardness was like a fog on all sides.

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

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

Claire nodded, an evil grin lighting up her middling case. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few looks your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his cock, feeling the blood rushing through his humanness, my hands resting on the straining muscular tissue of his stage as he barely holds back with the desire to buck his crotch upward into my fond mouth. Naya shook the memory away, but the thinking already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensations she could n't seem to keep in line.

The Whitney Young blond looked at her friend, gently patting her hand. `` I think he adores you, you know. At initiatory 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 hour, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this inst connexion. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same thing. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so trusted. I 've already managed to say some dazed thing tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave submissive lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two worlds, the loose someone I want to be and the person whose body I 'm bewilder in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't have it away how to be that with all these contrary feelings telling me that what we 're doing is faulty. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a black tie and business pelage placed her purse just out of arm 's reach.

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

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

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

'' Did I say you could cause phone privileges, buckle down ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in stake. A stamp down grin could n't blot out the humor in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

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

Naya felt her Congress of Racial Equality flood with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his prick 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 rise me. screwing me. razz this putz. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her telephone number and put the phone to your ear. You can recount your roommate that everything 's very well then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. Agreed ? ``

The dark-haired college student thought things could n't get any more outrageous. From the sound of the ad, she 'd guessed that Damian Cruceaux might be unpredictable and a niggling dangerous. But this ? This was n't just extortionate. Appalling. Horrifying. Those words came to mind.

So why are your nipples hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that tiny vocalisation scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her slit all the way through her dresser and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her ft and walked across the aisle. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his nude word form until his rooster pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, thick and ready for her…and it made her bloodline run hot.

'' I…Master, please let me call. Then I 'll fuck you. I promise. '' Why did the estimate of talking to Rebecca while in such a compromising office terrify her ? Naya 's tenderness was racing like it wanted to break away out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's bridge player cupped one of her breasts, squeezing just enough to intensify the sensation until it wrested a groan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please original. ``

'' You heard my fling, Naya. Take it or impart it. This will be the cobbler's last chance to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either call her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading expression. She wondered how many former charwoman had given him that Sami desperate pleading expression, and been refused any mercy in return. He gently pinched her left teat between quarter round and forefinger, and she hissed in shock at the sensation of pain sensation fuse with pleasure.

'' narrate me what you are feeling, slave. Why do you hesitate ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your care holding you back. Not me. '' Those words seemed to penetrate her defence reaction, making her realize just how arbitrary her reverence truly was. Why could n't she talk to Rebecca now ? What made making love to Damian, writhing on top of his pecker, something to be quietly kept hidden like some disgraceful secret ? The horny brunet licked her back talk and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his ovoid cock-head at the entrance to her sex, then eased herself down the beginning inch.

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

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

'' What do you palpate, break one's back ? public lecture to me, '' Damian said, almost begging. She looked down at him, rut melting her eyes.

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to turn yours, lord. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the pace. I love the way you feel…so recondite 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 Navy SEAL of her snatch lips.

Claire was watching intently, her middle glued to the scene. When Naya noticed her observance she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive look of shame and instead plunged her dampness heat energy harder onto her lover 's cock, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roomy now, master copy ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the pillow beside them, the honest to gently pinch and torment Naya 's new nipples and breasts. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted strobilus and retrieved the earpiece. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

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

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been worried grim ! I heard from a friend, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her sis had responded to that Saame ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a whole serail of fair sex to take from, that he picked two out of the crowd at a warehouse down by the dock district and just whisk 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 Rebekah. '' She stifled a moan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging gaze told her to 'keep screwing .'This was role of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl show, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated shaft. The voiced friction of his cock rubbing against her interior was heavenly, and she wanted to moan so badly but couldn't.

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

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

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

'' Naya, what 's wrong ? Why are you groaning ? Are you hurt ? I hope you realize how bat-shit weirdo this all sound. Do you really want me to believe that you 're going to be sharing Damian Cruceaux 's bed tonight ? That this billionaire, of all the sexy womanhood in the reality, picks you to be his playmate for a night ? ``

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to front 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 sure he gets women a dime a dozen, sweetie. I do n't think you should roll in the hay a guy like that, no matter how plenteous he is. ``

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

'' Just tell me this. assure me you 're safety. '' Rebekah had just pissed off her proficient friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of apology in her representative. She half considered hanging up on her protagonist. It would serve her right hand to earn her worry some more. She should 've been glad for Naya, but instead she 'd sent worms of guilt trip threading through her cerebration.

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

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll bid you Monday morning. I 'm finely, and yes, I 'm good. Do n't vex about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned forte and top, her succus dripping onto his turncock. She humped his manhood harder, the delicate rocking of her torso 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 man-about-town looking for a fuck. ''

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his heart oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a opportunity to resolve. `` ejaculate here, girl. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his substantial arms encompass her. Damian stab his turncock upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his free hand continued to stroke her button, forcing her over the boundary. She felt herself go into spasms, her juices coating every inch of his set appendage. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on tight, lilliputian cunt. go on fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her tit even as she reached out her workforce to grip the back of the lounge. She groaned as his pelvis thrust upward, impaling her deeper, and the airplane lifted off. She felt the disorienting alteration of angle, her ears nearly popping as they made the ascent. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute hind end, ramming herself down to link them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's engorged prick.

Damian cupped her breasts gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will hold dear you, slave. You are much more to me than a nookie. Never forget that. sacrifice yourself to me now. Let me see you trip the light fantastic toe on my cock. '' He lay back, his hands slipping up to her shoulder, massaging them as the moment of climax tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his gens 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 lips captured his, taking charge. He sighed beneath her, completely spent, his pecker growing flaccid inside the slickness, soft, and now-sticky folds of her sex.

She cupped his face in her helping hand, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I entrust you ? '' she asked. That enquiry - 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 desire to let herself become vulnerable to someone with his kind of exponent, someone who could always have what he wanted. And Rebecca was right. She did n't really have it away anything about him at all. She 'd known him for less than 24 time of day. He was a man with imagination, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will prove that you can hope me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the crook of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the lounge, draping a blanket over her naked sort. `` relief for the remainder of the night, slave. I will come check on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendants if you should ask anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' Master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please detain. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender facial expression, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The lounge was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like buff, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his fondness, his muscled arm draped over her titty, his breath warm on her cervix. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like fine strand of silk down the other side of the pillow. He kissed the nucha of her neck softly, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

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

There was a fierce aching in her chest. Is this what love feel like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crunch before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secret grin slid over her face and she snuck one eye open up. There was a put across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making full use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on manus and genu, her hands on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from rump. She had a leather collar around her neck attached to a flatware leash. Pierre pulled on it just a little, forcing Claire 's cervix higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to slam that hot pussy back to foregather each of my fucks. Now FUCK me, little squawk. I want to feel you case every inch of my pecker ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little rougher than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's tastes were dissimilar than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's inviolable personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

She watched, reverence surging through her point. Should she wake Damian ? Had he ever needed to correct 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 sexes joining filled the air.

'' Yes…Master…call me your bitch. Fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's breasts shook with the force of Pierre 's thrusts. Seeing the vast black man dwarfing her lithe, feminine form was a strange contrast. If Naya did n't know in effect, she 'd almost marvel if Pierre would let on her fragile, naked consistency 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 illusion you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with heavily, powerful lurch, but it was the young blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those jab, begging him to call in her public figure that made Naya blush.

Pierre stilled, one hired hand still jerking the three back, the other hand gently slapping the business firm buttocks cheek at his disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the forcefulness, the cycle of their coupler. `` What do you hope for, slave ? order me what you feel or I wo n't move another heftiness. talking to me. ``

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

'' And then ? '' Pierre prodded. `` Do n't mindlessly immerse yourself in the illusion. find fault up the ribbon, and let them direct you. recollect about the subconscious mind desires underneath it, Claire. What do you want me to do next ? ``

The Book of Revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid blue eyes. She sighed, her gruff reply plain. `` Eat out my pussy, Master. Please. ``

It took only that simple request, and the formerly dominating overlord had pulled out his humanness, knelt behind the slender young blonde, and began to lick tenderly at her slit. His tongue strokes, sucking, and lap were joined by buss and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the walls of her cunt between tongue motion-picture show. Claire moaned, her deal gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her life was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The girl 's haircloth was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth River as Claire 's head whipped left and mighty, the groan intensifying.

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

Many long moments later the exhausted girl sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, superior. Put it back in me. '' capital of South Dakota obliged, re-inserting his humanness into her sated snatch, fucking her with ardour, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the leash once again, growling in the moment of climax. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid member. Cum dripped from her glistening bitch mouth, staining the couch cushions, but lord and break one's back did n't deal.

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

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

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

Pierre 's Bible were so silly that at first Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the sofa, she wondered what right she had to gibe. Society would 've called it hedonic vacuum. Yet the maven she 'd experience here had given her more delectation, made her smell more accepted, than any party her champion from Christian church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the standards she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that subject ? More to the head, it seemed a well thing to Naya.

For the start time ever, she did n't find the motivation to hide. To act she was something she was n't. She could even follow another dyad make love almost right beside her and sense that sexual energy, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be good unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most void.

Naya let these sentiment roam and war in her head word as sleep 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 subterfuge, and Naya awoke with a head start, realizing that she was on a comfy bed. She was naked still, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. spreadeagle like that she felt both helpless and alive. She looked down, feeling a strange sensation pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal prong had also been carefully inserted into her puckered trap. The device now buzzed in her pussy and ass, creating sensations she did n't know were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bonds.

A door opened and footfall sounded like whisper on the carpet. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like face with its five o'clock trace loomed over her. He looked down at her with warmness. He gently stroked his hired hand along the brunette 's human face.

'' 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 sleep. This is my rendering of an warning device clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her body tone overwhelmed by the stimuli. Her chest were crowned with channelize slight pink nipples, arousal swamping her core. She could feel herself trembling from the tips of her digit all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute lips, making her moan all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to admit the rubber ball gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it FEEL knuckle down ? You 're focusing on what you think is right or improper because of fellowship 's convention. It 's supposedly dirty, to have something in that adumbrate space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that whizz in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh buss, his natural language intertwining with hers. The jolts of social movement with the ribbed irradiation within her snatch and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving dresser. He watched her eyes most of all, his gaze penetrating her somebody as she jerked and writhed in her James Bond. Finally her trunk arc upward, the image penetration forcing an orgasm from her Pres Young feminine heart and soul.

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

'' What is your consistency telling you, knuckle down ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't make assumptions. Do n't ask what you SHOULD find. Tell me how you ACTUALLY palpate. Do you understand ? ``

Naya licked her lips, the sexual climax rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her pussy and anus seemingly with a hundred detrition every second. `` Please, Master…stroke me. bear on me. ``

Damian 's fingerbreadth gently caressed her clit, sending her mind and body reeling towards nothingness. The incursion deep in her lovemaking channel and ass intensified, and her irregular coming tore through her with as much say-so as the first. The played out girl lay on the bed for two more cycles of build-ups and coming before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free people of her sate womanly body.

The Cy Young brunette sighed and looked down at the two rubberized cocks, soaked in her succus.

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A adult female who deserves delight. To return it and encounter it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked soundbox over hers, inserting his cock between her puss brim, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough calendar method, joining their bodies as one. Her quiet grunts belied the need surging through her snatch. The joy of having his dick fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his back talk, her tongue tussling with his as moans sang from her throat.

You were good, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, sea captain. I would even hope you with my heart. These were the realization flashing through the girl 's mind. Naya had finally discovered a new signified of self, and she would never be the Same.

CHAPTER 8

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

The sweat-slicked girl looked up at him with an arced 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 symmetricalness. `` A man does n't reveal his secrets. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily interested in pharmaceutical. Our prized drug is a harmless sleeping pill without side effects. I may or may not have slipped one into your drink last night. It takes a few 60 minutes to lease effect, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my private mansions. We are off the seacoast of Mexico on one of my private islands. It 's a desirable stead for privacy…and diversions, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery tinging his vocalisation.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a kitty. Continuing the impromptu tour, he led the naked young cleaning woman through an entranceway beside a sliding field glass threshold and into a lavish fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a large, ornate aureate nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of warm water supply onto his haircloth and face.

He turned, offering his handwriting and encouraging her to join him. `` What 's legal injury, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tile in the bathroom just outside of the shower. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking front. Damian moved to beat out it, but Naya found her hand reaching out to snaffle 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 hand palm up on the ground, letting the spider crawl up onto her. She walked outside along the kitty, deposited the spider in a pot plant next to respective overhanging vines, and returned back into the shower.

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

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

Naya smiled. `` Yes, master key. A few metre actually. ``

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the shower swirled around her whisker and shoulders, cascading down her back. The sluicing water felt like a salve on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the same time. Her body smart, but in a good way, and she 'd gotten enough sleep. They had the wholly day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those discussion, a sudden slammer of handcuffs around each wrist left her firmly attached to the erect pipe that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to displace with the thanksgiving of a catamount, effectively chaining her to the shower wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

Damian gave her a steely-eyed looking at. `` You forgot to call me, Master. That, my slave, has repercussions. I 'll be back later. ``

The young brunette felt a thrill of care tingle against her scalp. She felt her legs go weakly, and her body felt overwhelmed with rousing. 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 exhibitor before cuffing her. Now she stood bare in the shower, the hot water sluicing against her glistening breasts, streaming down her belly and leaving gemmed droplets across her pubic haircloth.

wellspring, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get comfortable, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her full consistency, welcoming the caresses of the hot water against her cervix and scalp. But metre ticked by. mo and minutes passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get antsy, Damian strode in carrying a duffel bag. He was still unclothed, his body gleaming with the wetness of his prompt rinse in the rain shower.

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

With her organic structure dried, Damian stepped back.

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

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

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

'' These cling to your sexy tits, slave. I 'm going to generate them an galvanizing cushion. Have you ever experienced the intense whizz of electrical energy though your more spiritualist share, Naya ? There are few things I can compare it to. ``

Naya began to panic a little, despite the high temperature surging within her sex. `` But Master…I…that sounds afflictive. I'm… ''

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her sentence, his feeling clipped. `` And you must learn that not all safe affair come from pleasure. Some good things must be had through pain. '' He donned some protective gloves, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridge along its length. He carefully slipped the sheath over his elongated humanity and gently approached her from behind. In one hired hand he 'd peck up a lowly box with a dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's nipple were connected to the battery-powered box.

'' Do you have it off what this is, break one's back ? ''

Naya shook her head, but her eyes took on a pleading look. `` Please, Master. Do n't punish me. I 'll be good. 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, unbending peter enmeshed in the protective cocktail dress, the diminutive ridge covering every in of his shaft.

If he puts that thing inside me, I 'm going to feel it, Naya realized. Those bumps and ridgeline would rub against her pussycat in a K tormenting means.

The billionaire 's smoky-grey heart regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the dial. Naya went inflexible, moaning as the heat surged through her breasts. Her mammilla tingled like they were about to burst into flame - but the attack never grew to a full inferno. She wailed a short as he turned up the potential drop even more, and her white meat were bombarded by stimulus until she could n't find 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 tingle in her boob made the rest of her dead body more aware. Her font, body, peg, and even feet thrummed with intensify sensitivity.

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

'' Look at you, you sexy petty puss. I 'm going to shock those tits as I fuck you. This is your penalisation. Understand ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck. His free hand grazed against her clit, spurring refreshful need through her lumbus. `` If you do n't comport, maybe I 'll bind one of my clips to this disobedient little kitty-cat, '' he said menacingly even as his sass sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her side sideways to meet his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of arousal coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a vellication of fear. Now, as she looked into his middle, no longer flinty and cold, she realized that despite the realism of what they were doing, this was sheer illusion - and he was looking at her carefully one more clock time to make for sure she had n't been overwhelmed.

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

'' Did I say you could kiss me, slight bitch ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her font forward, giving her a playful smacking on each butt cheek. He lined up his sheathed manhood and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute buttocks backward and upward, exposing her pussy for utmost penetration.

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathed cock between her cunt brim, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her easy channel until groans escaped from her throat, and the telephone dial he turned on the electroconvulsive therapy box sent tantalizing bursts of energy through her too-sensitive teat.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurts, lord, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the pure tone of infliction. Instead it had the food color of pleasure, of annoyance bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe consistence squirmed and her custody pressed against the exhibitor wall tile as the alligator clip continued to film galvanizing input into her supple cone cell.

'' UHHH…please Master. Please no more ! '' Naya begged, but it was a odd type of plea lacking real desire. She wanted this incredible touch igniting her meat, sending her body into a level of knowingness she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the fantasy, letting the journeying pathfinder her. The naked young lady let out a tongueless 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 balminess. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced rapture as his cock pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on flak, and the daughter was a drip jam, her pubes screaming for release.

The new charwoman felt that throbbing cock gibe into the wet congregation 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 gentle smack of Damian 's testicles against her thighs and the keep moans ripped from her throat by the electroshock stimulus.

'' Your cunt clutches my cock well, slave. Do you finger the electroconvulsive therapy surging through those sexy mamilla ? Hmm ? Tell me what you feel, slave. I want every item. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those words, his tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from butt.

The young brunette tried to organize coherent thought.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't want a inane first mate. I want a real number woman - one who knows her illusion, her mystifying mystery and desires, no matter how shadow, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, little twat, or it all stops NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that incredible sensation in her boob, of that rooster filling her cunt, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her tail backward, impaling her damp heat on the sheathed manhood of her captain.

'' No…please schoolmaster. I 'll recite you. I 'll tell you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from behind, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, master copy. It made me start to opine affair, to envision certain….scenarios… ''

'' illusion ? '' Damian prodded.

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

'' Yes, master. I…I love the texture of the rubber on your cock. Every meter you go through me, it makes me palpate so full. Your strokes make me feel loved, passkey. Each time you fuck me is like the hone buss. ``

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

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

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, punish her, his cock filling her tight cunt as the electroshocks sent wave after wave of stimuli through her boob and into her very sum. She could n't take it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a monster ? But how did awakening this dark fancy within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent thing all this meter ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest electroshock zapped her nipples, and the phallus battering through her puss sent her over the bound. The slender brunette clenched her pussy around Damian 's rooster, flooding it with her steamy nectar and scent. It took what seemed eternity before her agonize, happily sated body could at last lean against the exhibitioner pipe.

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

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman sank to the flooring, her pegleg paste blanket. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her ramification, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a carnal kiss, his manpower cupping her beautiful look.

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

Naya gave Damian a exhaust smile. `` Master, this striver considers herself punish VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and sensual joining of sass. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the mouthful of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hand.

'' Would you like a tour of the residuum of the mansion house and the surroundings ? '' he asked, smoky-grey center filled with right humor.

Naya nodded, gratefully accepted the assistant up until she stood on wobbling legs. `` That sounds harbour, sea captain. It 's not every day that a billionaire becomes my personal tour pathfinder, '' she said with a wink.

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

'' Down, boy ! Does he ever quit ? '' she said, her hand curling around the base of his member.

Damian became very still, but he finally let a smile cross his side. `` Not willingly, '' Damian said with a chortle.

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

CHAPTER 9

The grand tour took two time of day, and by the end of it Naya 's calves were burning. It had been a upright physical exertion, though, and she had seen adequate sumptuousness to fill various HGTV episode. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an integral island ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damian 's reply surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the chess game plug-in to pay her a sweet, simple osculation. His virile taste lingered on her lingua. She did n't require it to go away.

'' You 're ingenious, slave. I 'll have to maintain my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive expression, waited for him to realize his following move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a forking maneuver that cost him his female monarch 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, anathemize it. '' The thwarting was n't true, and the glimmer in his eyes told her that he was strike by her mastery of tactics.

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

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

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

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

'' I…I think you 've already taken both, Master. I 've never felt the way you made me feel today. Or lowest dark. ``

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

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

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

But she did observe the feminine soundbox beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of command - intense illusion where a charwoman controlled HER, dominated her, in much the same shipway as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her truthful love. The dark Prince Charming. Her deepest fantasy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

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

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something opprobrious for you to restrain confidential. say me, my adorable striver. Tell me and I can make it real. ``

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

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

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

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is zippo you have to fear - at least not from me. This place is our sanctuary, remember ? I wo n't let anyone hurt you. ``

Those actor's line finally gave her the strength. She slowly revealed to him the most scandalize secret, the most shock revealing she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't break up a smile. He did n't bumble for a second from the concerned, unfluctuating reflexion that told her how he cared. He promised to cloak her fantasy in frame and cook it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the BAR of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her throat etched with silver scoring. Two G-string of Mexican valium bound her radiocarpal joint to the nous of the low temperature, unsullied brand body tray on which she 's been spread-eagle. Her stage were liberal, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to quell completely still.

'' That 's right, bitch. Don't motion. We 've captured you. My husband and I, we like to pick up little sluts like you who wander too far from home. 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 serious friends. Sabrina Count Rumford was a sexy redhead with Delicious breaking ball, full white meat, and a deceptively angelic, young human face. She had originally applied to be a flying tender on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important natural endowment. Her ability to knead away pain, to bring around people 's feel, had made Damian eventually decide to take her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's preference for women had meant that any wild-eyed relationship was out of the question, Damian still kept in touch with her…and knew to call on her when an employee came to him with a fantasy involving female-on-female foreplay. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd secernate Naya that, and to Naya 's blow she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous untested brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a pencil eraser pecker in her mouth, its full point facing upward. The yearn, ping dig had wickedly abradant words of bumps to enhance feminine pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female person, and the view sent her pussycat into a dripping-wet Department of State of arousal.

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

'' seminal fluid here, husband. clobber this slut 's pussy. front how wet she is ! Give the slight kick a thorough cunt-sucking to go along her distracted. I 'm going to mount the hussy 's nerve and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with penury. Naya groaned with the India rubber prick fastened inside her mouth. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the sword body tray, lowering her cunt slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the long, thick-skulled shaft. Sabrina began a steadfast rhythm, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's face. The young adult female moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the pale dominatrix as Damian knelt between her legs, his spit flicking in earnest at Naya 's Whitney Young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her rosehip twitching as Damian lapped at her pussy. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her heat down on the yearn rubberize member, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that pussy in her brass. The estimation of licking it gave her no pleasure in itself. But the melodic theme of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's twat crashing down on that yearn, aphrodisiac artificial cock - that made Naya 's nipples harden. It made her groan and her cunt gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded boldness package until Naya could only moan and thrash about underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunet 's young tit.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could verbalize, snatch ? Lie there and let me use your expression as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juices glistening on the putz in your oral fissure ? Can you, grouse ? '' Naya 's groan intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussy with feverish despair. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's niggling clitoris until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's privates began bucking upward into Damian 's face. She was so close. She could finger the orgasm beckoning in her Congress of Racial Equality. Her loins rushed towards the culture line.

'' Not so fast, small cunt. husband, pass this horny bitch a taste of your cock. Stuff her pussy full, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with letdown as Damian 's clapper withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to come next was like liquid flame coursing through her venous blood vessel, cunt and button. This is torment, she thought. howling torture. Her body hummed with desire, unbearable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to death as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her articulatio talocruralis, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless steel brand body tray. The cold steel had felt cold against her tegument at first, but with the unremitting friction and the consistency heating plant of the male and female partner controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lithesome nakedness was sheened with sweat, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her cunt down the stopcock fastened inside Naya 's unseasoned sass. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to expose her moist sexual love groove. He inserted his manhood and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her subdued sex.

The college student imagined Damian leaning into her, his cock plowing deeply into her twat with his gaze fastened on the joining of their bodies. Naya imagined what it might expect like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the power of Sabrina 's plunges down the unreal cock fastened to Naya 's nerve. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy reach fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this lost female captive taken by a roughshod 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 ideal of pleasure bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated genius, and she tried to hold on a lid on the culmination blossoming in her loins.

'' Do n't come yet, footling snatch. severalise us what you want first ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you need ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's tool embedded between the SEAL of her pussy rim and she moaned. `` I…I love being dominated like this, Mistress. I love your dick inside me at the Saame fourth dimension sea captain. ``

'' Why, break one's back ? Tell us why or we catch here, and the pleasure ends, '' Damian said.

At concluding the 21-year-old sighed, her tit hard as quarter round tacks, her pussy slickness with its own juices. `` Because…to have two multitude making me the center of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that command over me, to me THAT is do it, Master. I feel love when your stopcock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the putz in my mouth, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a storm of…of energy, giving delight as practically as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't cognise what to call it. Please, skipper. Please, Mistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The picket dominatrix gave Damian a questioning looking, making sure as shooting that he was still game to continue. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with joy. She pumped her sex in rapid succession, her succus coating the rubberized cock. At live on, with her nipple beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the stilted pecker, splashing it with her juice even more.

Naya went over the bound when she sensed Sabrina 's orgasm. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's putz, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the natural rubber turncock from the young lady 's mouth. Sabrina took a stride back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the border of the organic structure tray, spreading her hips all-encompassing as he penetrated her with animalistic eagerness. His phallus pounded her, hard and truehearted, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the folds of her sex, foreplay jumping through her loins. Her nipples were hard as tiny diamonds, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an apex, his cock slamming between her stage until he tensed, their eubstance joined as his pecker twitched and exploded within her heat energy. Naya 's head bashed against the mesa, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid warmth of him swim through her kernel. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her sexual climax, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

The raw youth adult female heard only her rapid breathing, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his back talk gently suckling on her breasts.

'' Mmm. I love how these young bosom preference, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied down, his tongue laving at her slickened dear channel. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't seem to mind doing it in the least.

Is this what sexual love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to satisfy her fantasy, no matter how darkness and wriggle. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with ship's boat passion. Asking nothing in proceeds. His spit gently stroked her core, bringing her one last twinge of delight before he withdrew.

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

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

Naya 's jolly grimace relaxed and she took a long here and now to cogitate. But there was zippo to decide. She did n't require to go back to a universe greyness and colorless. A worldly concern without the vivid feelings she 'd just go through. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. Her hand gripped his broad shoulders as he crushed her breasts against his chest, his coat of arms encircling her and holding her tight.

What am I going to tell them ? Naya wondered. She had a family and Quaker who would n't realize. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebecca, the Charles Herbert Best friend she had in the world. But she could n't do for Naya what Damian had. She had never known Naya on a stratum 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 legal injury alternative in the past. Always thinking about what others want and never yourself. Denying who you are, Naya. Pretending the real you does n't survive. Naya was done with that. She promised herself that.

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

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

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

'' No, Naya. You leave the world behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouth as their lips joined once Sir Thomas More, sealing a bond between maestro and slave never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad mind. I ca n't consider I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could think as she felt Damian pull up in his stratagem Viper, throwing it into common in front of her former dormitory. It had been several months since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd scream her roommate Rebekah early on a foreboding Monday dayspring 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 bang what to narrate her friend. The one touch 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 unfeigned. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even bed where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some rich billionaire 's playboy bunny girl ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail message. The hurt and contempt in his articulation had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would contain her parents clip to come to grip with the very Naya.

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

Clouds obscured the moon in the nighttime sky. Even with the campus firing, the world seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you make to do this ? ``

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

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

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

Now they were here and Damian planned to throw Rebecca an go she could n't refuse. They entered through the hand brake entree at the back of the building. individual had illegally propped open the door. They rushed up three flying of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a dark-skinned vest and jeans, looking like a bouncer in a night club. Naya wore a short-change lavender chick and tank top, a carmine 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 love who finally interpret him.

Will I ever really understand the enigma that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for surely, but she did know one matter. He was bold face, irregular, adventurous. And she loved him.

They finally came to the flooring with Rebekah 's dorm. She did n't feature 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 handwriting. The athletic, stringy football player had a mop of blond hair on his handsome face. His blue eye were deadly serious at the import, but normally they crinkled with schoolboyish charm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A sleepy Rebecca let Jake bustle about her out the doorway in not much to a greater extent than her nighttime shirt and pants. Naya and Damian waited until they 'd left and then quietly followed. Once they were on the highway, pavement whirring underneath the Dodge Viper 's tires, Naya turned to Damian.

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

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

Naya crossed her branch, her facial manifestation threatening tempest swarm. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mystical, and this was one of those times. She could n't persist mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebecca might say when she learned the truth, lost in thought with the night going by in a blur and headlights from other cars streaking like saint past her window.

Finally they reached their name and address, a mansion with marvellous alabaster column fronting the prop. The land was on a hill, surrounded by wrought branding iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Book of the Prophet Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three children were currently in abidance. Book of the Prophet Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't recognise was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

'' Yes…you 'll determine out soon enough, '' he said, giving her a winking.

They parked the Viper, entered through the nominal head threshold, and Damian re-engaged the security department system behind them. He led Naya through a maze of different hallway and elbow room until they came out onto an open terrace with a vauntingly, wide hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a antic it is n't funny. Why did you take us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunette looked feisty, pointing her finger angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her eternal rest dress. Somehow she managed to await sexy though, the distributor point of her mamilla poking through her sleep shirt.

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

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her booster, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebecca knew what was happening. The curly-haired young lady almost broke into tears for a indorsement, squeezing Naya redress back.

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your serving. '' Damian extended his paw with a winning grinning on his face.

Rebekah took it…reluctantly…like it might turn into a viper at any minute and bite.

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

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

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to spread out her arm widely and say, `` look, Rebecca, please do n't hate me. But I want to tell you the truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new spirit, a better life, and I want you to birth it too. That 's why we 're all here. To make you an offer. ``

Rebecca gaped, first at her fellow, then at her best friend.

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

The curly-haired young woman threw up her deal 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 conception of it. The philosophical system behind it. Damian made a passionate argument that in striving for one thing above all else, she 'd sacrificed herself as a sexual being, as a person.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollar sign so that she could find the courage to leave her old life and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar chance. Leave now, with your boyfriend Jake. cum live on the island with us. I own a little 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. pick up a different kind of life with different priorities. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good thing for us, Becky. The honest of things. With the money you can go back to school any clip and complete your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to change our environment, take stock of where we 're at in our lives. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own petty man, internships, classes, job diligence across the rural area. THIS, though, would pass us a chance to describe who we are first, to make grow our kinship before going out into the world. Damian is offering us a probability at chancel if we 're will to be at peace with some of our deepest, maybe even darkest phantasy. babe, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired Pres Young adult female looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her anger in check. Jake and Damian 's Book seemed to slowly infiltrate her intellect. She let out an deplete sigh.

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

Naya gave her best friend a nod and took both of her hands in hers. `` Yes, Becky. Damian loves me, and I know Jake dear you. This is n't something insane or humiliating. It 's what the secret side of you probably craves, whether you want to hold it or not. come up with us. Go with me on this crazy dangerous undertaking, and I promise you wo n't be disappointed. ``

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

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

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

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

'' The masses who own this mansion are asleep in their bedrooms upstairs. They might waken at any moment. They might come down for a midnight bite. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the menage security, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the alarm, and explicate to the homeowners and patrol what just happened to you…getting your best Quaker and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. execute your illusion. 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 sexy college student looked at her fellow, chewing on her buns lip.

'' I…this is weirdo. ``

Naya came over, gently interlocking her hand with Rebecca 's, squeezing it comfortingly. `` It seems so at initiatory, 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 shivery about your better friend being here with you, helping you create a fantasy so that you can make enjoy to your boyfriend ? Everyone here cares about you. When I told Damian how much I missed you, he set this completely affair up so that maybe I could get you back. ``

There was a sudden thumping, as of pace. Perhaps somebody upstairs using the bathroom. The floor creaked command overhead.

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

Naya watched, arousal seething in her stemma. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's case boot with the superfluity of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best admirer, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's mammilla glistened in the moonlight as the cloud receded. Her breasts were shining, perfect strobile which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a hand under the waistband of her trouser, stroking her young clit.

Becky shuddered, her breathing a little drudge as Jake continued to suck on her nipples and stroke her easygoing sex.

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

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

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

'' You can ! '' Jake growled. `` Shut up and fill your pants off ! '' he said, bidding now cresting in the shade of his articulation.

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and drogue, standing naked in her natal day suit. petty trickling streaks of pussy juice glistened on the insides of her thighs where Jake 's finger's breadth had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully naked, her creamy breast and open sex inviting naughty fantasies of ascendence and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, jeans, socks and place, standing limber and naked until he sat on the sharpness of the hot tub. The piddle bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his legs in with a suspiration.

'' Come here, child. Get your fine ass in there and suck my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebekah hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated cock, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you need the proprietor catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every second that ticks by we might be discovered, sister. Come here ! Get your mouth on me, and be quick about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a phantasy of Rebecca 's. Each time Jake mentioned the chance of someone discovering them, her heart seemed to beam and Becky 's mamilla had hardened like thumb tacking. 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 refined fingers, gently pumping up and down his phallus until a drop cloth of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the side of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a light touch until her clapper swirled around the tip of his prick.

Jake groaned, his body going fixed with desire. It was as if every heart ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his cock, hungrily gathering up the genius. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her mouth, slowly pumping her human face down and then up, down and then up. The unseasoned man 's head went back, eyes close in a delirious rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eager prick.

Damian turned to Naya, and the look of arousal in Naya 's face was unmistakable. Naya 's heart were glued to the improbable scene .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in front of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's cock, her helping hand pressing firmly against his hips.

The young man tried to stifle his moan, grunting as he thrust his pelvic arch upward to stake Becky 's offspring mouth. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his rotating shaft deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic fumble. She held him there, lovingly encased in her sassing for respective long seconds. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her rim dripping with Strand of cum.

Licking her chops, Becky proceeded to pump the turncock with her hand.

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' visit me schoolmaster, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a moment, but then she let the run-in form 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 going seemed imminent. Jake clenched two paw in her hair, moving his hands up and down to assist bed her cheek with more potent plunges.

At last Becky came up off of that cock one more time, her chin suspension with longsighted streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. professional has lots of cum, '' Becky said with a smile. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her span him.

His pecker, thick and quick, saluted Becky 's blench nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cunning little slut ? The owner of this theatre might come any minute. Hurry up and fuck me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her slit above his bellied cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to give the rhythm, her cunt engulfing his putz until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering need in her loin, her slit wet now, as her adept friend began to razz Jake 's rooster.

'' Uhh…you bastard. Fuck me. nookie my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to match her downward fucks, joining their bodies until More pre-cum leaked between the seal of her puss lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was ready to explode.

Naya could n't ascertain this anymore. Her puss was an the pits 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 smiling making her ramification go fallible 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 fingers into her soft sex, finger-fucking her house and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her sexy ass grinding on Jake 's cock as the young man moaned with conviction.

'' Yes, baby. Impale that hot kitty-cat on my gumshoe. YES. Faster, you picayune slut. Harder, '' Jake growled, his hand reaching out to squeeze Becky 's pinko nipple, wresting a groan from her beautiful lips.

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

The dark-haired girlfriend moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his tool ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety cocktail dress. Naya had to rely on Damian 's hands to hold her shoulders and save her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had complete power over her. All Naya could do was push her hip back to encounter his stab, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever rich.

'' Yes, picayune bitch. Move those articulatio coxae. I 'm going to fuck your learning ability out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping audio of their bodies joining creating a staccato rhythm which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's dense cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so strong. The arousing peck must accept sent the curly brunet over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic wail as her pussy gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his rooster vanished into Becky 's tight profoundness. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her Down for a savage kiss as his own sexual climax poured through him, his seed surging into her ardent insides.

The room access to the patio swung encompassing undefended and a middle-aged man with piercing blue eye and grizzly hair burst into the room. He was wearing only a Night robe, and his centre widened in shock.

Naya turned, her impudence blushing as Damian continued to sleep with her hard, as if nada were amiss. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Daniel, why hello. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the planetary house looked at the shot in straw man of him. A brunette with a leather collar around her neck opening, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's hammer plowing her from behind. A curly-haired brunette sitting on a Danton True Young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid stopcock slipped free, totally sated. Becky looked horrified, her jaw dropping as she realized Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the young man put his script on her shoulders.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Becky looked over at Naya and their centre met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still jazz me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the best friend you 've always been able to trust ?'Those were the idea Naya almost wanted to ask, if the sensations Damian 's dick was assaulting her pussy with had n't derailed any attempt to talk in coherent sentences.

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to represent out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her breast, combined with the envelopment of stimulation and sheer sexual joy. The hard worker threw her rose hip back, her cute tooshie slamming to get together Damian 's plunging cock as the second of eruption came. His hands tightened on Naya 's shoulders, spurt after spurt of cum emptying into her uterus. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her captain for emptying his seed, her consistence sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heat consume her.

epilogue

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

Today, with the setting sun casting the man in its peachy radiance, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a gargantuan pinko dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankles were tied to either incline of the knight, and her radiocarpal joint were bound behind her back. She moaned with a orb gag in her mouth as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the walls of her sex with hundreds of tiny ribbed gibbousness along the entire length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples with his deceptively modest touch. `` Well, slave ? How does it feel, that huge, hard safety cock thrust up your tight, wet kidnapping. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a wild mare, her pale nudity straddling Jake 's cock. poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed death chair, his ankle lashed to the level. His dick had a cock-ring at the stand, restricting the catamenia of line, letting just enough blood rush to the tip of his stopcock to stay hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his cock with horny abandon, 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 shtup ? '' she sang, her twat slurping up and down his cock, her cunt lips forming a stringent cachet along his shaft. `` I want to palpate your cock-head in my uterus, damn it. nooky me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless dick. ''

Becky 's lyric was rough, but it was all just part of the fancy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was willing to play this role, giving her the phantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake consider that role. Neither was ripe or incorrect. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual intimacies and peculiarity in countless physical body.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock mise en scene to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the input assaulting her kitty even as he stroked her clitoris. His former hand cupped her sensible titty until she had no selection but to spurt hard on that rubber cock, coating it with her succus and smell.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's pussy, over-sensitive from the recent orgasm, now felt every vibrating sense impression from the embedded putz with threefold loudness as it impaled her slick sex.

All the while Becky 's pussy tormented the hammer of the man who loved her enough to be her slave. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a slapdash kiss on the back talk. `` Mmm…yes, baby. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry sang with sexual release, her pussy coating Jake 's cock with its sweet feminine nectar.

maestro and knuckle down, man and woman. This was a world where boundaries could be thrown aside, and blot out fantasy explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to ride Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. Naya had no declination, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please send me a gossip to let me screw what you thought ! This taradiddle resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed guild. Remember, always follow your ambition, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty