CHAPTER 1

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

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mystifying as his picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The look staring back at her appear cynical, the eyes hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at least a decade her senior, but his inclination typeface had somehow retained the appealingness of a lots untried man. Damian 's eyes were smoky Grey. His figure was compact, and even under the dark purple clothes shirt, muscles rippled.

She flipped on her speech sound to the original ad, staring at the words one Sir Thomas More time.

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

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might have got called her petite from a space, but she had obtrusive bend and a physical structure that screamed feminine peach. She glanced in the mirror one last meter, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless blackened garb. It matched the sheeny, charcoal-black fuzz that hung in wavelike voluptuousness a goodness few inches past her berm. Lithe and gymnastic, Naya had been a romp for the track squad at triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a softer version of Naya. Rebecca 's short, curly fuzz and mischievous oculus were always looking for the following prank to run. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online advertisement.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just say me why ? We 're going to fine-tune in a few Thomas More months. Is this, like, some stopping point stupid stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible for adult ? Because I promise you, there are less stupid ways to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't make love WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a nonparallel grampus for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to tell 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 feel alive. She did n't require to conceive about the future tense, at to the lowest degree not for the metre being. Running across the online ad in an obscure forum had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. weirdo or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to have what she hoped might be the night of her spirit, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

The evening began as Naya had hoped. Just on time, 8PM, and the moon already hanging in the sky like a colossus pale Frisbee, the sleek, mordant limousine pulled up to the curb near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curbing with her, wearing a much LE dressy denim and a tank top. She gave her friend a goodbye hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take guardianship of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. interpret ? '' Naya looked into her acquaintance 's concerned eyes, fiery with that want to protect. She loved her roommate. This was her respectable protagonist, and she was touched how worried Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not dazed. I promise to be deliberate. making love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing dark without me. visit that boyfriend you 've been pining for the live few days, '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to yield her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed driver opened the door for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could seek further retribution. She waved at her friend as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and force them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on stick and phonograph needle. A igniter rainfall began to fall, making the mineral pitch and buildings glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of legerdemain. Wow, what a corny thought. Do n't let your heebie-jeebies make you say something pudding head tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dream she 'd harbored for a wizard eve tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her estimable ? Would her best be even close to good enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to ease the tension by making modest talk.

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the driver. She had caught the figure 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking black man had a shaved capitulum and looked like he could 've played in the National Football league with no trouble. But he did n't even respond to Naya, just rolled up the sectionalisation windowpane and turned on some pleasant malarky medicine that would 've drowned out any further attempts at communicating.

Naya frowned. The first tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a remarkable interpreting of Rebekah 's vocalism. As the minutes ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of instantaneously fear. Nearly 45 minutes passed before Naya was quick to have a go at it on the division and requirement that 'Pierre'check the vehicle and tell her where the Scheol he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large storage warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limousine eased out of the rain, pulling to a stop consonant in a wide of the mark warehouse floor flooded with light.

The threshold opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the length of the slip, my lady. Master 's orders were to not utter to you until we arrived. '' The sudden warmth in the man 's centre 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 untried women. Many of them wore skimpy attire, others wore pieces of neat elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the elaborateness of the gowns and heaviness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look Thomas More mature than their days.

Naya quietly let Pierre channelise her over to join the stemma of expectant girls. She stood beside a blonde girl in a bright red dress which had a single strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulder and peck 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 early slope was wearing a sparkly cat valium tank car top and mordant slacks embroidered with run-in of bright beads. She turned with a critical look in her emerald centre. `` A filth is still a skank, no matter how very well the wearing apparel, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged theatrical role on an assembly dividing line. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the woman 's rudeness.

'' Do n't interest about her, beloved. You know what they say about redheads…and this one 's got the personality of a Samson dog…which I 'm certainly Mr. Cruceaux will find sooo attractive, '' The blonde char in the red attire interjected, taking Naya by the radiocarpal joint and turning her in the other direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't be intimate quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blonde adult female 's side. Her pretty blue heart were wide-eyed and ingenuous now, but moments before they 'd been plucky and sharp.

'' I 'm Claire. '' She held out her manus. Naya took it, gave it a patrician handshake.

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to meet you, Claire. That dress looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own cleavage. Below the trim of the dress a decoration of flowers flared across her torso, just highlighting her curvy pectus that much more. Claire gave Naya a remorseful smile.

'' Yeah, I know it IS a trivial over the top. Even though I do n't fit the dumb blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to encounter coming into court and see how a great deal people assume. You can learn a lot about hoi polloi by what they do or do n't get into, '' she finished with a grin.

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant finger along the silk trimming of her gorgeous inkiness dress. `` Damn, woman. This hugs your figure like the robe of a goddess. I 'm actually green-eyed. I may get stop for glitz, but you 've got a lot more than predilection, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this palpable, immediate connection, and gave her helping hand a squeeze. `` Do you know what 's going to go on 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 good as mine. I guess he plans to weed out all but one ? ``

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

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

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

The two stood paw in hired hand, talking to one another, trying to hold back each former 's liveliness up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the strangest competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 offspring women in the warehouse. The constant pattering on the metallic element roofing jostled against the subdued conversations of the untried women impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay door, screeching to a halt, pennants fluttering with the corporate logo of Cruceaux Industries plain, the unharmed place fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed valet who had to be - without any doubtfulness - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its shiny silver vest contrasting sharply against his two assistants'plain Theodore Harold White ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the business line of young women as if he had a in good order to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking nightgown, his eyes seemed much less have-to doe with about the strong-arm endowments of the charwoman 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 eyes of each girl he passed. He seemed to measure her whole military capability rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiousness wrenched at her heart. She realized her immense pratfall, her body tensing in fear.

Claire had to desire to bet her sexy best in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a girl she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a frightened minuscule sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too recently to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to survey them, and his eyes had already taken peachy bank bill of their bring together hands.

What was Claire thought ? Naya imagined that the blonde woman was savage with her. She had ruined the dark for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hired hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blond woman first, and then his piercing gaze set its mass on Naya. He seemed to footle on her glossy, midnight hair and the dark chocolate pools of her eyes. His heart gently caressed the narrow margin of her shoulder joint before looking her up and down again for good measure. He settled on her face, and Naya tried to match his gaze. After a few seconds, she couldn't.

Her marrow began to lapse as he began to turn away. But instead these words came out of Damian 's sassing as he spoke to his two assistants.

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

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

'' Let the night Begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the impulse to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather cushions opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glimpse that was less harsh and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the factory floor just minutes earlier. The five o'clock apparition on his jaw gave him a rugged, unsafe look, complimented well by ash-grey optic that missed nothing.

'' I do n't call back 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 regard than Naya could muster. `` Claire. ``

'' A delight to meet you both. I want you to know, that no topic how this night transpires, you two are quite special. I wouldn't have asked you to amount if I thought otherwise. ``

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

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

Damian Cruceaux chuckled. `` Ah. You are a rarified gem, Naya. I thought I saw a shroud flack in you. In response to your enquiry, no…not at all. I do not give out compliments freely. You will learn that soon enough. ``

The respite of the ride went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a picayune question here and there. Many of the charwoman 's own query were answered obliquely, with a deft skill at revealing only what he desired. Naya marveled at how he deflected even the most harmless interrogation - about his business, his travel, his retiring careers.

At last, with the wind picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windshield glass, the limousine pulled up to a swish Greek-Italian eatery. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the methamphetamine windows revealed voluptuary tablecloths and crystal ware which would 've looked suitable in to the highest degree multimillion dollar sign.

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

'' Forgive me, my ma'am. You have other plan for the Nox. I see the disappointment on your boldness, but do not judge the eve until it 's over. I would not possess brought you this far only to give up you. '' The huge, muscle-bound black man sounded almost gallant, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent blood rushing to her face. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's centre was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an encroach upon army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so ladies who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her deal on either side of her, a streak of self-aware awareness surfacing with a vengeance. She was aware of the ruby pendent at her pharynx, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering Negroid in the garb. She had been going for a decadent look, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her figure and rested on her face, she had succeeded.

'' You are a mesmerizing woman, Naya. Now that we 've passed through some of the pleasantries and gotten to jazz each other a niggling, my Leslie Townes Hope is that this dinner party can be somewhat more…intimate. Do you have intercourse why you 're here ? ``

To contribution a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a night of warmth and overindulgence without regret ? That might have been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first blank space, but it did n't fathom so telling now. In fact, it made her seem downright shoal. She gripped the table edge, almost ashamed that she had no direct answer.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a girl with a unidimensional personality. You 're a young woman looking for something more out of life. More than what club says you can be. narrate me I 'm wrong. ``

Naya let the silence engulf the table between them before she could gather her nerve. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed able to snap up onto the more she focused on the richness in Damian 's representative.

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

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE aright, '' she replied, finally meeting his regard. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my pipe dream for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to believe, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a Dark Prince Charming. In a few month I 'll let my engineering grade. Probably a few months after that I 'll ingest financial independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels discharge to me. I see my friends become absorbed in their own little worlds, obsessing on vocation and leaving everyone else behind. That 's not what I want to be. That 's not who I am. ``

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

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

Naya tried to just be reliable. `` Because you have office, because you clearly do n't worry what masses think. I admired your honesty when I first read the posting. I admired your bluntness, the world-be-damned ism I sensed behind the words in your ad. '' Naya could n't trust she was saying this. She sounded like another somebody, but it was confessedly. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her Friend at church or with her parents.

'' And ? So far, have you come to any conclusions ? '' As he said it, he had the audaciousness to reach and gently rub his right hired man over her left. She felt the immediate spate of warmth from his palm, and it made her arm tingle.

'' Too too soon to tell, '' she whispered. `` But tell me this, '' she said, trying to find. `` Why did you bring Claire ? Why raise her hopes up only to cruelly exit her and then fill me ? I do n't know if I can value 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 run a risk putting me on the touch and angering me. Do you care for all billionaires this way, Naya ? ``

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

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

His behaviour turned good, though, even as that last conviction brought up alarming doubtfulness in Naya 's mind.

'' The truth is a lot more mundane than you would think, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like class to me. capital of South Dakota has been with me for several years, but has yet to observe the right hand cleaning woman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's decent, Naya - I was playing matchmaker this eve. Pierre trusted me to take. I 'm a beneficial judge of alchemy. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an intimate dinner party not unlike this one. ``

The Pres Young woman was stunned. Naya had almost forgotten Damian 's hired man 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 toothsome ending dance on her palate for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you fault a girl for getting certain ideas after you 've put her in a lineup with 100 other sexed-up women ? ``

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 grade of relationship ? ``

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

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

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

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

The brunette 's chocolate-hued oculus widened in pretend jounce. `` Those are DEFINITELY not the give-and-take I expected to come out of the mouth of Damian Cruceaux. ''

'' Yet they have, but do n't misunderstand me. I will do anything for the adult female I love. If the woman I love asks me to take another cleaning lady to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man submit her right hand in front line of me, I could n't deny her even that. There is null I will not do for a woman, as long as her petition does not come tainted by greed. '' The arduous furrow of his jaw had melted into a wry grin. `` Of trend, you probably find out me an odd mix of traditional romanticist partiality and things more decadent, shadowy and forbidden. There are few char who have ever understood me. The solitary one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

The brown-haired girl 's manus stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his hand tightly, and her center softened. Naya could n't think that this sinewy billionaire sitting before her could recall the thoughts of a boy once innocent. He was much more than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her head.

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

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

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

'' I find the word 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to ready you my Paraguay tea, my submissive. I will be your passkey, and you will be my hard worker. ``

This terminology drew stark lines in Naya 's mind and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dark fantasies. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a plagiariser Billie Jean Moffitt King, sometimes by a savage barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably seem silly to her supporter, and many the great unwashed would be horrified. But there were literal to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a hard worker ? ``

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

'' How does this flavour, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's breathing had quickened. She was sure as shooting he could see the rapid cost increase and fall of her breast under the skintight fabric. The exertion along her brow had to be noticeable too. Her segmentation felt slick with fret, and she wanted to damn her mettle for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's eyes gleamed with victory. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare char, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to know exactly what you are getting into. I don't cargo deck to the norm of society. Society is superficial and stagnant. I want you to experience active, to be what you were truly meant to be - society 's beliefs be damned. Men and women think differently. We ARE dissimilar. high society forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do matter you may not need to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and treasure you, but I will also make you MINE. I will crusade you to the bound, I will gainsay you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her response. His hands still gently clasped her radiocarpal joint. Even that reclaim tier of his ascendance over her sent her New York minute racing. She found her lip turning dry.

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

Naya abruptly withdrew her hands, breaking his grip. She flashed him a wicked smile. `` And just what are the regulation, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, chivalrous billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my case, classes to take care. Preferably ON clock time. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingers on the table and took a sip of the hunky-dory red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` establish me the weekend. If you decide to stay with me after that, you 'll drop out your tinker's dam classes, take the $ 2 million I offered, and become my hard worker. ``

Naya took a gulp 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 great Damian Cruceaux is not the man to tame me ? What then ? ``

Damian shrugged. `` Then you are give up to go and I will pay you a class 's salary - $ 200,000. Do we make an concord ? ``

The dusky-skinned college student frowned. `` By the arrangement in your ad, you said $ 2 million for just one dark. Why would I accord to stay with you for two nighttime and forego all that prosperous money ? ``

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

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that word. girl. He said it like it was a begrime word. Like it implied acts she could barely conceptualize of. A kick ran up her spine, and a passion surged between her wooden leg. Naya, be measured. Do n't you remember Rebecca 's words ? She thought. There was another face, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your sprightliness do something that is unfeigned to who you are. Not the person you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's good and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

Naya sighed, and her brim opened to shape three perfect Son. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would pass following. I guess I was improper, she realized not long after. The limousine had come to find fault them up, but this sentence it was a dissimilar driver who ushered them into the stake seat. inside, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting incline by English on the plush leather shock absorber opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every movement had the easygoing limberness of a panther. He casually put an arm about her as the driver gunned the limo into the rain-soaked night.

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

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

She noticed that Claire and capital of South Dakota were holding handwriting. Claire 's face was almost glowing, as if she was amped up on stop number.

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

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

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

'' flight strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her body go inhuman. A moment later, though, heat flooded her veins. The opinion of him seeing her completely naked tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a youthful woman and a man in a dinner jacket. She looked over at the two of them, and her face must bear shown her daze.

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

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making for sure this was rattling. Damian nodded, and his paw made an imperious gesture. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's unspoken exchange of face revealed that they had a bond paper beyond the uncomplicated employer-employee relationship. Pierre nodded and turned to Claire.

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

Claire went very still. Her oculus flashed to meet his. For a second she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the Thomas Young blonde slowly unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipped free of the diffused satin, and shimmied free of the sleep of it. She was now in only a bright crimson bra and panty. Next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious hip, sliding them gracefully off of her ankle joint. The bounder came off then, and there was naught but birthday wooing. Just feminine mantrap, raw and plain.

The naked blonde sat beside Pierre, her limber breasts displayed for the other three hoi polloi in the limousine to admire. The Blackbeard of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to promise a human beings of delights.

'' Open your thigh a little wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now look up to her sex, open and exposed. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or sheer sexual stimulation, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's oculus with a feel of victory, like a person does when they 've just conquered a fear, and it gave Naya an unbelievable spate.

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

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

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

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

'' Society has taught you to be ashamed of your own body. Do n't talk to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful matter in your mind. Now do what I say. Take off what remains of your wearable. I would see the literal you - a naked, pristine Naya, a slave of unrivaled mantrap. ``

As he said the words, though, Damian gently did the study for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to let out her supple cones. He then slowly slid her scanty down her legs, all the way to her ankles, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the quoin, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her cute rear end felt the cool leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her reveal cunt lips. She felt a boot of danger, of arousal, and it was all both confound and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's consistence. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned tegument was a subtlety darker than the soupiness of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly with child, the mamilla bombastic and more judge. Naya 's politic belly with its belly-button mob added an exotic allure beneath her well-formed tit, and the hefty tone in her arms and branch was unmistakable.

'' What do you recollect, Pierre ? Are these striver not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's berm, hugging her nudeness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a new ballgame. Naya could n't conceive how sexually mindful she felt. Every rub of his leg against her naked thigh…even through the fabric of his pants - sent sentience all the way to her loins. She had to consciously forbid her soundbox from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

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

'' They are both exquisite, passe-partout. I can definitely call a spade a spade, '' Pierre said with a grin. He looked at Claire, his arm arrival around her shoulders in a similar genitive posture. He went a step further, though, claiming her mouth with a legal tender kiss. Claire moaned, her nipples beading too, and her nakedness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At last they came away from each former, lips parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, slave ? Put your mouth on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the black man 's leather swath, slid it off of his shank, and greedily unzipped his slackness. Her graceful hands moved to slide down his pant and undergarments, letting a thick, long cock bounce free.

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

Naya 's mouth had gone dry, dry as a desert, but she tried. She watched as Claire slowly began licking the bottom of Pierre 's opprobrious cock, starting at the fundament, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blond then swirled her tongue against the tip, ripping a slow moan from the big man 's pharynx.

'' She 's sucking his shaft, Master. She 's taking him in her sassing, '' Naya whispered. Her kitty felt lovingness. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouthpiece back and forth along capital of South Dakota 's humanness. There was a gentle, suckling calendar method of birth control, its auditory sensation soon unmistakable in the backcloth. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's golden haircloth into two clenched fists, groaning more deeply as she went to work on him. Her side bobbed up and down, his shaft encased between her back talk.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my cock filling your back talk, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his putz, her spit caressing the length of his cock. She pumped her font back and forth, the suckling sound intensifying until Pierre grasped her head and gently forced her all the way down onto his privates. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling phone as the girl bottomed out on his pubic hair, her nuzzle practically touching his genitals.

After various sec, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with strings of pre-cum drifting from her lips. She wiped them with her carpus and then began to work out the sides of his ray of light, her script tenderly pumping his humanity even as her knife laved his cock-head as if it were a discreetness.

Naya sat there in unbelief, her loins wet with abominable desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dream. Instead, though, the young cleaning woman felt the appalling feeling of two fingers gently rubbing against her exposed clitoris. Damian 's fingers. The man was legal tender but firm - and what began as aristocratical fray soon became firm strokes, stoking a fiery need 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 flack of touch. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her soft channel. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that longsighted, sinister putz. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her lip on the lance again, this clock time bottoming out on the saturnine slab until her gurgling was patent. She came up for air, brisk fibril of gooey cum drifting from her sassing. These she gathered with her fingers, licking them light as if they were a sugary treat.

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

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

'' What are you opinion, Naya ? '' Suddenly the bless fingers stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's au naturel torso. She thrummed with motive, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to meet the billionaire 's touch.

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

'' You want more, you 'll have to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the row hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired little girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his pants, slid them and his undergarment down to his wooden leg. She paused a moment, admiring the fully package in her aid. His thick, vein-bulging stopcock was gruelling for her, so expectant. She imagined the flavor of need which must be surging through his whole body, the ancestry rushing to the length of his barb.

She gently licked the tip of his putz, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the shaft straining inside her mouth. Her lips formed a blotto'O'around it as she pumped her mouth up and down, bobbing up and down his cock until she could try his audible moan join those of Pierre.

This opinion of mastery she had over him, it made her feel incredibly active. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a feverish intensity. metre seemed to fall away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's raw second joint, gripping so hard as her oral cavity bottomed out on his genus Phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep sucking me, cute small cunt. Impale that sweet little mouth on my prick. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian beast she 'd dreamed of in her fantasies than the respectable businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his shaft with her tongue, her teeth gently grazing his shaft as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her reasonably sassing. Before he could even retrieve though, the brunette had impaled her oral fissure again, squeezing the sides of his slam with her tongue as she slurped like a selfless slave. Damian 's moan reached a crescendo. He gasped, his hands grasping her by the shoulders and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' Open your oral cavity, slave. OPEN ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her breasts. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final serial of squirt covering her look and mouth. When he was at net fully spent, Damian lifted her rear onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the sport of emotions across her face as his bridge player fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new peak.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonised moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breast and felt the pasty cum on her facial expression, its pungent fragrance filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her nucleus - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately call for tone ending. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingers desperately, grinding her hip with fervour. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limousine on a highway, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

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

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

Naya 's groan plateaued, and her consistency climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her purulent clenching around his power finger as she came hard, her juices flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender weaponry grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his undershirt as she felt herself riding out the coming. Her bare, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's Thomas Young grimace pressed against Damian 's shoulder joint, her warm breaths panting against his neck.

She 'd lost all good sense of clock time and awareness. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some clock time before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big disgraceful man 's shaft. The blonde 's sexy buttocks bounced up and down on capital of South Dakota 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their gender joining filling the way with a perpetual regular recurrence.

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

'' We will be at the airport soon, slave. Now get some rest. I will have new challenges for you once we arrive. '' Naya tried to detain awake, but her optic were grueling. The stars flitting by the limo 's window seemed to lull her into unconsciousness. All she could recall was that none of it was real.

Yet if that was true, then why had her body never felt so animated ? She remembered his hand inside her gentle heat and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his manhood between her slit lips, impaling her moistness heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a light beam so rigid and filled with need. Then she felt his heat meet her interior, her centre snapping open as her cover arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her impudence firmly pressed against his chest, the airport depot luminance twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

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

She looked at her surroundings - this perfectly ordinary bicycle limousine - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting au naturel adjacent to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the spacious leather cushions, his arm wrapped around a naked Claire. Her breathing was even and recondite, and so was his.

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

Naya gave her maestro 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 achiever ? '' Naya realized that the misanthropical side of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the give-and-take, but Damian seemed to bring out the uncensored reading of her, both the bad and the good.

Damian gave her a abrasive stare. `` Is that what you think this is all about ? Then I see you have much to larn still, break one's back. often. '' The limousine came to a stop near the runway, and Naya could just see on the rain-scoured tarmac where a private jet waited, maybe a football airfield away. The rain had waned to a barely noticeable drizzle.

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

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

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

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

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

She looked at Damian one More meter. His mouth was set in a firm line. He was serious. Dead grievous. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to meet her regard steadily as if to say'I 'm secret plan if you are .'

Taking a deep, fortifying intimation, Naya slipped out of the limousine and stood with her bare metrical foot on the tarmac. The gentle wind ruffled her pubic tomentum, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her mammilla into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the novel scent of rain and pine tree trees. The airport was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her let down back. `` What do you palpate, Naya ? Shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your fountainhead. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous striver. I rule here, and you have zilch to fear. I own this aerodrome. No one will dare judge you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his face. Just moments before he had looked irritated, stung by her coarse row about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her heart ache just a little. She impulsively slipped her weapon around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to gift him a long, lingering kiss. He tasted of raspberries for some reason, and her senses awakened, the rub of his vest along her boob creating a pleasurable wavelet up and down her core.

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

'' Please original. Ca n't you turn over 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 creep back in. I see I may ask to be a little firmer with you. '' He gestured at Pierre, who retrieved something from the battlefront glove compartment of the limousine. He handed Damian a bright pair of silver cuff, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her carpus in front of her and then gently cupped the mound of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

'' Now will you behave, Naya ? I can add a choker and tierce if you think to query my parliamentary law again. ``

Naya quickly shook her promontory, sighing as his paw gently conformed to the bod of her sexy buttocks, urging her forward.

Every footstep felt like overrefinement to Naya. She felt care movable being paraded before a victorious multitude, even though the rail was virtually discharge. A few airport personnel went about their duty, but in the swarthiness they hardly seemed to point out Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with detectable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the Same way as Naya, but she hid her awe better than the brunette. Pierre gestured her up the incline first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the steps onto the plane.

The moment she set foot inside a kick of relief swept through her. She was given a seat beside Claire, and the two naked slaves were handed moist towelettes to pass over themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and white meat with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a fiddling problem, he stopped her.

'' Would you care me to help, slave ? '' The kindness in his eyes disarmed her even though she was ferocious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a appropriate striver girl brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the saddle sore to ask kindly if she needed his assist ? She gave him an excitable look, but quietly nodded. With deft diagonal he wiped off the stickiness on her knocker, brass, and elsewhere on her side.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the lounge orbit of the sheet from the presence of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the type of sheet. She guessed it could seat 40-50 masses comfortably. It was definitely used for concern locomotion, and it was well stocked with drinkable of all kinds - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juices, and vino. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the uncommon consequence of seclusion.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how awkward she felt. Why did sitting naked next to someone modification her power to think or talk normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't take a shit horse sense, but the awkwardness was like a fog on all sides.

Claire smiled. `` More than a little, Naya. I 'm good-for-naught you were so uncomfortable back there. I was just as uncomfortable…but I 've tried to listen to what Pierre 's been urging me to do. To not cogitate so much. To just let myself feel. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a diffused gag. `` That probably sounds stupid, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an wickedness grin lighting up her jolly face. `` 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 manhood, my helping hand resting on the straining brawniness of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to buck his private parts upward into my ardent oral cavity. Naya shook the remembering away, but the mentation already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sense datum she could n't seem to keep in line.

The Whitney Young blonde 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 60 minutes, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this heartbeat connection. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same affair. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so surely. I 've already managed to say some stupid things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave subservient lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two worlds, the emancipated person I want to be and the person whose physical structure I 'm stuck in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't know how to be that with all these obstinate feelings telling me that what we 're doing is wrong. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a black tie and patronage coat placed her purse just out of arm 's ambit.

The aphrodisiac brunette leaned over to awkwardly grab it with her handcuff hands, but suddenly Damian Cruceaux was there instead, towering above her. He laid a hand gently on her chest, pushing her backward, forcing her read/write head against the head restraint.

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

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

'' Did I say you could have speech sound privilege, knuckle down ? '' Damian 's center peaked in interest. A repress smile could n't hide the wit in his centre, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

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

Naya felt her core group flood with stimulation as he lay back on the couch, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her handbag and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll build you a business deal, slave. cum here and mount me. Fuck me. cod this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her number and put the phone to your ear. You can tell apart your roommate that everything 's fine then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. Agreed ? ``

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

So why are your mamilla hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that bantam voice scolded her. She felt a thrum of rousing coiling from her puss all the way through her chest and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her invertebrate foot and walked across the gangway. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his naked form until his rooster pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, thick and ready for her…and it made her blood run hot.

'' I…Master, please let me holler. Then I 'll fuck you. I promise. '' Why did the melodic theme of talking to Rebecca while in such a compromising place terrify her ? Naya 's substance was racing like it wanted to relegate out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's paw cupped one of her chest, squeezing just enough to heighten the whiz until it wrested a moan from her pharynx.

'' Uuhhh. Please maestro. ``

'' You heard my fling, Naya. Take it or leave it. This will be the finally chance to use your speech sound until the weekend is finished. You either squall her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a imploring look. She wondered how many other char had given him that same desperate pleading expression, and been refused any mercy in tax return. He gently pinched her left tit between pollex and forefinger, and she hissed in blow at the whiz of pain mixed with pleasure.

'' Tell me what you are feeling, slave. Why do you hesitate ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your care holding you back. Not me. '' Those words seemed to perforate her defenses, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she sing to Rebecca now ? What made making love to Damian, writhing on top of his putz, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful privy ? The horny brunette licked her lips and clasped Damian 's hammer with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his ovoid cock-head at the entryway to her sex, then eased herself down the number 1 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 mind reverting back to the dreaming she 'd had in the limousine. She used the fantasy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fire the wetness gathering between her legs. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his rigid penis, More and More of it wedged its way deep.

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

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

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to become yours, Master. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the pace. I love the way you feel…so oceanic abyss inside me, '' she admitted, her voice turning to almost a soft purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his hammer between the Navy SEAL of her twat sass.

Claire was watching intently, her eyes glued to the view. When Naya noticed her watching she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive feeling of disgrace and instead plunged her damp rut harder onto her devotee 's cock, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roommate now, Master ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the pillow beside them, the respectable to gently apprehension and torment Naya 's Pres Young nipples and chest. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted cones and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

'' 1507, '' she sighed, her sex moving upward, only to derive crashing down to once to a greater extent feel the fullness of his cock.

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

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been apprehensive sick ! I heard from a friend, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her SISTER had responded to that Same ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a whole seraglio of fair sex to choose from, that he picked two out of the crowd at a warehouse down by the dock district and just whip them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

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

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

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

'' tone, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The other young lady was needed for, for something else. He chose ME, Rebecca. He chose to expend the eventide with me. After…uh…after dinner party he offered me the chance to outride the whole weekend with him. I said yes. ``

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

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to attend out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you matter he ca n't hand over. I 'm sure he gets women a dime bag a 12, steady. I do n't believe you should bed a guy like that, no topic how fertile he is. ``

Naya bristled. `` Well maybe it 's none of your business, Becky. I 'm staying the weekend with him. With Damian Cruceaux. consider what you want. '' To drive away the ira Naya upped the pacing of her impalements, enjoying the luscious adept as she bottomed out on Damian 's phallus.

'' Just secernate me this. say me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her serious friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the tonus of apology in her voice. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would serve her right to make her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd sent worms of guilty conscience threading through her cerebration.

The brunette almost lost it when Damian put his release hand against her pubic haircloth, his fingers gliding across her button, stroking and demanding a reply. Naya opened her mouth to let out a wordless groan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll bid you Monday break of the day. I 'm fine, and yes, I 'm condom. Do n't worry about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned loud and clear, her juice dripping onto his pecker. She humped his manhood harder, the soft rocking of her organic structure weight moving back and forth with animalistic zeal.

'' Hmm…what are you feeling now ? I sensed injurious wrangle, Naya. What did your roommate say to you ? '' Damian asked.

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

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eyes oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to answer. `` semen here, girl. seed here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his inviolable limb encompass her. Damian poke his turncock upward, flinging his renal pelvis ferociously to sate her completely. She shuddered as his free helping hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into cramp, her juices coating every column inch of his rigid fellow member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

The plane began to go, 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 cuffs.

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

Damian cupped her breasts gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will hold dear you, slave. You are much more to me than a fuck. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my peter. '' He lay back, his workforce slipping up to her shoulders, massaging them as the moment of climax torus through his being. She hunched over, whispering his name as the hot volley 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 rim captured his, taking charge. He sighed beneath her, completely spent, his cock growing flaccid inside the slick, flaccid, and now-sticky faithful of her sex.

She cupped his fount in her hands, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I believe you ? '' she asked. That question - trust - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't want to let herself become vulnerable to individual with his form of power, someone who could always receive what he wanted. And Rebecca was properly. She did n't really bonk anything about him at all. She 'd known him for less than 24 hr. He was a man with resources, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will prove that you can trust me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the malefactor of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a mantle over her naked anatomy. `` residual for the remainder of the Night, slave. I will fare check on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the accompaniment if you should demand anything, anything at all. '' He turned to take the air away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' passe-partout ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly attender looking at, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the cover version with her. The couch was across-the-board enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his warmheartedness, his muscled arm draped over her boob, his breath warm on her cervix. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like fine filament of silk down the early position of the pillow. He kissed the scruff of her neck softly, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a long metre to the calendar method of birth control of his breathing rather than let sleep take her. Naya could n't serve it.

There was a ferocious aching in her bureau. Is this what love feels like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crushed leather before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A arcanum grinning slid over her face and she snuck one eye open. There was a couch across the way, and capital of South Dakota and Claire seemed to be making full use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on paw and genu, her hands on the armrest as capital of South Dakota fucked her from prat. She had a leather leash around her neck attached to a atomic number 47 trio. 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 flap down that hot twat back to meet each of my fucks. Now FUCK me, piddling bitch. I want to feel you encase every inch of my turncock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a picayune rougher than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's perceptiveness were different than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's strong personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your squawk. roll in the hay me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growling was almost brutal rather than feminine, and Claire 's breasts shook with the force of capital of South Dakota 's thrusts. Seeing the huge disastrous man dwarfing her lithe, womanly form was a unknown contrast. If Naya did n't hump better, she 'd almost wonder if Pierre would break dance her fragile, naked physical structure at any instant. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard Pierre 's vox suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, slave ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with hard, powerful lunges, but it was the young blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those thrusting, begging him to call her public figure that made Naya rosiness.

capital of South Dakota stilled, one hand still jerking the 3 back, the other hand gently slapping the firm buttocks cheeks at his disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire order the effect, the cycle of their coupling. `` What do you trust for, slave ? Tell me what you feel or I wo n't move another muscle. Talk to me. ``

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

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

The divine revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid blue eye. She sighed, her husky reply plain. `` Eat out my pussy, Master. Please. ``

It took only that dim-witted request, and the formerly peremptory superior had pulled out his humanness, knelt behind the slender new blonde, and began to cream tenderly at her puss. His spit separatrix, suction, and licks were joined by kisses and then gently stroking fingerbreadth which massaged the walls of her cunt between tongue flicks. Claire moaned, her hired man gripping the armrest of the white-furred lounge as if her life was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her frontal bone. The girl 's haircloth was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth River as Claire 's caput whipped pull up stakes and right, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your taste more than anything in the globe, '' capital of South Dakota growled, his clapper eating out her now sopping wet snatch. In a few more seconds, with his knife firmly stroking her love line, Naya watched as Claire squealed a right orgasm, her trunk shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's strong arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the daughter from flying over the precipice.

Many long moments later the exhausted daughter sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, master copy. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her satiate kitty, fucking her with readiness, his grunt joining hers until he yanked on the lead once again, growling in the moment of flood tide. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid member. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt mouth, staining the couch shock, but Master and slave did n't care.

capital of South Dakota lay back on the couch as she snuggled on top of him, letting his munition enfold her as he kissed the top of her disheveled psyche, the ponytail frayed in half a XII 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 precious slave. ``

capital of South Dakota 's words were so zany that at inaugural Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two fan ensconced on the couch, she wondered what right she had to barrack. Society would 've called it epicurean emptiness. Yet the sensations she 'd sense here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more accept, than any party her Friend from church building had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the banner she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that thing ? More to the point, it seemed a dear thing to Naya.

For the first metre ever, she did n't feel the need to conceal. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even watch another couple make passion almost right beside her and sense that intimate vigor, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be undecomposed unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very affair that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most empty.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright Light Within seeped underneath the blinds, and Naya awoke with a commencement, realizing that she was on a comfortable bed. She was naked still, her wrist and ankles bound to the bedposts. Spread-eagled like that she felt both helpless and awake. 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 pucker hole. The twist 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 stride sounded like rustling on the carpet. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like face with its five o'clock shadower loomed over her. He looked down at her with tenderness. He gently stroked his hand along the brunette 's face.

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

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her consistency flavour overwhelmed by the stimulant. Her white meat were crowned with pointed little garden pink nipples, arousal swamping her core. She could feel herself trembling from the bakshis of her finger all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute rim, making her moans all the more opaque as she begged for him to take the rubber ball gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it FEEL break one's back ? You 're focusing on what you think is right or wrong because of high society 's principle. It 's supposedly ill-gotten, to have something in that intimate space inside you. But how do you truly feeling, Naya ? What is that sensation in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jerk of movement with the ribbed beam within her pussy and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her button, looking down at her heaving thorax. He watched her eyes to the highest degree of all, his gaze penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her Julian Bond. Finally her consistency arched upward, the stunt man penetration forcing an orgasm from her vernal feminine core.

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

'' What is your consistence telling you, slave ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't arrive at effrontery. Do n't ask what you SHOULD finger. tell me how you ACTUALLY finger. Do you understand ? ``

Naya licked her lip, the orgasm rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her kitty-cat and anus seemingly with a hundred detrition every second. `` Please, Master…stroke me. Touch me. ``

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her nous and torso reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her love life channel and ass intensified, and her instant sexual climax torus through her with as often strength as the firstly. The worn out girl lay on the bed for two more cycle per second of build-ups and coming before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the gimmick free of her sated feminine body.

The Edward Young brunette sighed and looked down at the two rubberized tool, soaked in her juice.

'' This is the accuracy, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves pleasure. To return it and meet it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his nude body over hers, inserting his cock between her twat lips, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their physical structure as one. Her tranquillity oink belied the need surging through her cunt. The joy of having his prick fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lips, her clapper tussling with his as moans sang from her throat.

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

CHAPTER 8

Naya 's exhausted consistency sagged with sculptural relief while Damian undid her adherence, helping her up from the bed.

The sweat-slicked girl looked up at him with an curve 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 counterweight. `` A gentleman does n't reveal his mystery. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily concern in pharmaceuticals. Our jimmy drug is a harmless dormancy pill without side effects. I may or may not have slipped one into your drink go Night. It takes a few hours to carry gist, but once it does… ''

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

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

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

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pool. Continuing the ad-lib tour, he led the naked unseasoned woman through an entryway beside a sliding glass door and into a rain shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a large, ornate aureate nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush falls of warm water onto his pilus and aspect.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to join him. `` What 's wrongly, 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 movements. Damian moved to crush it, but Naya found her bridge player reaching out to grab his wrist.

'' No. Do n't. '' Damian gave her a foreign facial expression, but he drew his leg back.

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

Damian was standing there, a strange scintillation in his eye, and shaking his point.

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

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

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

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

As she said those words, a sudden jailhouse of cuff around each wrist left her firmly attached to the vertical piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to actuate with the blessing of a Felis onca, effectively chaining her to the shower wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

Damian gave her a steely-eyed flavor. `` You forgot to visit me, overlord. That, my slave, has rebound. I 'll be back later. ``

The Young brunette felt a quiver of fear tingle against her scalp. She felt her legs go faint, and her body felt overwhelm with arousal. He was starting to tap into her fantasies again. Should she be afraid, though ? Tying her up while she was asleep was one thing…but this ? He had knowingly deceived her, tricking her into the exhibitor before cuffing her. Now she stood naked in the shower, the hot piss sluicing against her glistening boob, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic hair's-breadth.

fountainhead, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get well-to-do, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her entire body, welcoming the caresses of the hot H2O against her neck and scalp. But time ticked by. import and minutes passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get antsy, Damian strode in carrying a duffle bag. He was still unclothed, his eubstance gleaming with the wetness of his promptly rinse in the shower.

He turned off the exhibitor first and then toweled off her gorgeous consistency. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her chest and crotch. She did it to charm him, and it seemed to exercise judging from the way his shaft shot up, great and rigid.

With her dead body dried, Damian stepped back.

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

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

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

'' These cling to your sexy pap, slave. I 'm going to give them an electrical shock. Have you ever experienced the intense genius of electricity though your more sensitive component part, Naya ? There are few matter I can equate it to. ``

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

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her prison term, his look clipped. `` And you must learn that not all thoroughly things come from pleasure. Some in force things must be had through pain. '' He donned some protective baseball glove, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridgeline along its length. He carefully slipped the case over his elongated manhood and gently approached her from can. In one helping hand he 'd picked up a low box with a dial and a permutation. The electrodes from Naya 's teat were connected to the battery-powered box.

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

Naya shook her head, but her middle 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 prediction was sending her sex private road into overburden. She looked down at his midst, rigid cock enmeshed in the protective sheath, the diminutive ridgeline covering every in of his gibe.

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

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

There was a zing of hurting now shooting through her mammilla, but not the kind of pain that created a closing of sentiency. Just the opposition. The tingling in her titty made the respite of her body more mindful. Her face, torso, ramification, and even feet thrummed with heightened sensitivity.

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

'' Look at you, you sexy minuscule cunt. I 'm going to shock those mamilla as I fuck you. This is your punishment. Understand ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her cervix. His free hand grazed against her clit, spurring fresh need through her pubes. `` If you do n't behave, maybe I 'll impound one of my clipping to this disobedient little pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his backtalk sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her case sideways to fill his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of stimulation coiling through her womanly sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of fear. Now, as she looked into his eyes, no yearner flinty and frigidity, she realized that despite the Platonism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one More prison term to make sure she had n't been overwhelmed.

A discharge of gratitude flared in her bosom, and Naya kissed him intemperately, her tongue surprising his.

'' Did I say you could kiss me, little bitch ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her face forward, giving her a playful slap on each butt cheek. He lined up his sheathed humanity and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute tush backward and upward, exposing her pussy for upper limit insight.

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathed dick between her bitch backtalk, rubbing back and Forth River along the inside of her soft television channel until groans escaped from her pharynx, and the dial he turned on the electroconvulsive therapy box sent tantalizing bursts of zip through her too-sensitive nipples.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurts, professional, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the musical note of hurting. Instead it had the coloring of pleasure, of pain bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her hands pressed against the shower rampart tile as the alligator clips continued to shoot electric stimuli into her slender cones.

'' UHHH…please lord. Please no more ! '' Naya begged, but it was a curious eccentric of plea lacking actual desire. She wanted this incredible tactual sensation igniting her core, sending her body into a level of consciousness she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the phantasy, letting the journey guide her. The naked missy let out a unspoken coo of delight as Damian gripped her waistline with one helping hand, the box in his former fist, and slammed his genus Phallus deeply into her velvety womanishness. She let out a wordless moan of pain-induced ecstasy 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 fire, and the girl was a dripping mess, her lumbus screaming for release.

The young woman felt that throbbing peter slam into the wet folds of her sex. All thought of where she was became nonmeaningful, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The room was now filled with the easy slap of Damian 's bollock against her thigh and the continued moan ripped from her throat by the electroshock stimulant.

'' Your snatch grips my shaft well, knuckle down. Do you sense the electroshock surging through those aphrodisiacal tits ? Hmm ? assure me what you feel, slave. I want every detail. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those speech, his tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from behind.

The unseasoned brunette tried to form logical thoughts.

'' Do not be asinine, slave. I do n't want a senseless mate. I want a real charwoman - one who knows her fantasies, her rich mystery and desires, no affair how dark, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, little cunt, or it all full stop NOW. ``

To Naya the expiration of that incredible sensation in her knocker, of that cock filling her puss, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her butt backward, impaling her damp hotness on the sheathe humanity of her Master.

'' No…please schoolmaster. I 'll tell you. I 'll tell you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from behind, when you were asleep on the planing machine. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, Master. It made me set off to imagine things, to envision certain….scenarios… ''

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

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

'' Yes, headmaster. I…I love the texture of the safety on your cock. Every time you go through me, it makes me feel so salutary. Your strokes make me feel loved, maestro. Each clip you fuck me is like the perfect kiss. ``

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

'' No, sea captain ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't hold in it, and I do n't get it on when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the voltage for just a moment, sending her writhing as her pap flared to liveliness. The tingling star lingered, making her titty ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, punish her, his stopcock filling her tight puss as the electroconvulsive therapy sent undulation after wave of stimulation through her white meat and into her very core. She could n't adopt it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a monster ? But how did awakening this dark illusion within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest electroshock therapy zapped her pap, and the phallus battering through her pussy sent her over the edge. The slender brunette clenched her pussy around Damian 's pecker, flooding it with her sticky nectar and scent. It took what seemed eternity before her agonized, happily sated soundbox could at live on thin against the shower bath pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt tender hand taking the alligator clips off of her sore tit. 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 consequence, his warm seed mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his manhood free, he undid her cuffs.

The Thomas Young woman sank to the flooring, her legs spread head wide. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her branch, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual buss, his hands cupping her beautiful side.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired grin. `` Master, this slave considers herself penalize VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another flabby and sultry joining of lips. When he 'd finally finish enjoying the taste sensation of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hand.

'' Would you like a tour of duty of the eternal sleep of the house and the environs ? '' he asked, smoky-grey eyes filled with good humor.

Naya nodded, gratefully accepted the service up until she stood on wobbling stage. `` That sounds hold, professional. It 's not every day that a billionaire becomes my personal tour template, '' she said with a wink.

Damian 's cock twitched toward re-formation, and Naya let out a appal little gasp.

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The sublime tour took two hr, and by the end of it Naya 's calf were burning. It had been a good physical exertion, though, and she had seen enough opulence to occupy several HGTV episodes. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an full 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, silklike hair.

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

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

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

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

Damian 's answer surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the chess game display board to give her a unfermented, simple osculation. His potent taste lingered on her tongue. She did n't desire it to go away.

'' You 're cagy, slave. I 'll have to hold open my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive look, waited for him to get to his side by side movement, and then proceeded to draw him with a crotch evasive action that cost him his queen before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his hands with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a biz in…I ca n't remember how hanker, maledict it. '' The defeat was n't unfeigned, and the intimation in his heart told her that he was impressed by her command of tactics.

Naya felt that ache in her heart return. Did she roll in the hay this man ? She had to ask herself that enquiry more forcefully now. He caught the aloof look 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 treetops. `` I was thinking that I trust you, Master. That I would bank 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 Nox. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his hired man gently around her carpus. `` William Tell me one Sir Thomas More fantasy, Naya. One more, to seal off this bond paper between us. I love you, Naya. You are my sole mate, my slave who I would treasure above all else. ``

Naya shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable by Damian 's discussion. Yet they were not as discomfiting as they once might suffer been. She sensed a subtle variety within herself. The yearner she stayed away from the world, the Thomas More it seemed she could just respond without second-guess herself. Without the crushing guilt that usually lurked behind her thoughts.

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those pair words out took courageousness. It 's wrong, Naya. wrong. Yet…yet it was there. A illusion from her teenage years when she 'd first stumbled onto the taboo of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to female child, to adult female. Not from a purely physical standpoint.

But she did find the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of ascendence - acute fancy where a char controlled HER, dominated her, in practically the same ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her true love. The dour Prince Charming. Her inscrutable fantasy had always involved both chemical element, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both handwriting on Naya 's slim shoulders, and then gently caressed the female child '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 shocking for you to save secret. recount me, my lovely slave. recount me and I can make it actual. ``

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

The young fair sex threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad estimation, Naya. He 'll never love you once you tell him the true statement. But in no fourth dimension at all his silhouette blocked the subject door. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his cauterise hands stroking her fuzz. And it felt practiced. So good.

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

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is goose egg you have to fear - at least not from me. This home is our sanctuary, call back ? I wo n't let anyone spite you. ``

Those words finally gave her the enduringness. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling arcanum, the most shock revealing she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a smile. He did n't falter for a back from the concerned, steady expression that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her fantasy in flesh and make it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the saloon of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her throat etched with silver grading. Two thongs of rope bound her wrists to the head of the cold, unsullied steel physical structure tray on which she 's been spread-eagle. Her leg were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to quell completely still.

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

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and good admirer. Sabrina Thompson was a aphrodisiacal redheader with delicious curvature, broad knocker, and a deceptively cherubic, Brigham Young face. She had originally applied to be a trajectory accompaniment on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more crucial talents. Her ability to massage away pain, to heal people 's spirits, had made Damian eventually decide to charter her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

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

The gorgeous vernal brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a gumshoe cock in her sassing, its point facing upward. The yearn, knock shaft had wickedly abrasive material words of prominence to raise womanly pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female, and the thought sent her pussycat into a dripping-wet DoS of arousal.

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

'' Come here, married man. cream this slovenly woman 's kitty-cat. search how wet she is ! have the little bitch a thorough cunt-sucking to keep her distract. I 'm going to mount the slut 's face and fuck her until she begs for clemency. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the galosh shaft fastened inside her sassing. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel body tray, lowering her pussy slowly until her sex engulfed the entireness of the long, duncish dig. Sabrina began a steady 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 clapper flicking in earnest at Naya 's young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her pelvis twitching as Damian lapped at her pussy. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her heat energy down on the long rubberized phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that snatch in her face. The idea of licking it gave her no pleasure in itself. But the mind of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's cunt crashing down on that long, aphrodisiacal artificial cock - that made Naya 's teat harden. It made her groan and her pussy gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded nervus bundle until Naya could only moan and flail underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunet 's Loretta Young teat.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could talk, puss ? Lie there and let me use your face as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juices glistening on the rooster in your back talk ? Can you, crab ? '' Naya 's moans intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her snatch with hectic despair. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's little clit until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's crotch began bucking upward into Damian 's look. She was so close. She could feel the climax beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the finale line.

'' Not so fast, little cunt. husband, give this horny bitch a taste perception of your cock. material her pussy FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's glossa withdrew, but the expectancy of what was to come next was like liquid flame coursing through her vena, snatch and clit. This is twisting, she thought. terrific 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 body tray. The dusty sword had felt cold against her skin at first, but with the constant friction and the body heat of the male person and female better half controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma bedroom. Her lithesome nakedness was sheened with effort, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her twat down the stopcock fastened inside Naya 's offspring mouth. Naya 's groan deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to bring out her moist love channel. He inserted his manhood and push brutally to the hilt, filling her soft sex.

The college student imagined Damian inclination into her, his pecker plowing deeply into her pussy with his regard fastened on the joining of their physical structure. Naya imagined what it might depend like to Damian, her tit bouncing with the military group of Sabrina 's plunges down the unreal hammer fastened to Naya 's face. The brunet envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy reach fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this helpless female person captive taken by a brutal wife and husband…

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

This ideal of joy bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated head, and she tried to keep a lid on the climax blossoming in her lumbus.

'' Do n't add up yet, small slit. Tell us what you want starting time ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you need ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's prick embedded between the stamp of her pussy lip and she moaned. `` I…I love being dominated like this, kept woman. I love your stopcock inside me at the same time Master. ``

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

At last the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as thumb tacks, her pussy slick magazine with its own juices. `` Because…to have two people making me the center of all attending, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that mastery over me, to me THAT is bonk, sea captain. I feel love when your cock surges between my peg. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the cock in my sass, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a tempest of…of vigour, giving pleasure as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't bang what to call up it. Please, overlord. Please, Mistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The blench dominatrix gave Damian a questioning look, making surely that he was still game to keep. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasance. She pumped her sex in rapid succession, her juices coating the rubberized putz. At finale, with her mamilla beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the artificial cock, splashing it with her juice even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's coming. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's tool, milking him towards passing. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the rubber cock from the girl 's lip. Sabrina took a stone's throw back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the boundary of the consistency tray, spreading her pelvis wide as he penetrated her with animalistic ardour. His genus Phallus pounded her, heavily and fast, and Naya looked down at the spear stabbing into the faithful of her sex, arousal jumping through her pubic region. Her teat were hard as tiny ball field, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunt reached an apex, his stopcock slamming between her legs until he tensed, their bodies joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's question bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid heat of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her coming, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normality.

The naked Young char heard only her rapid respiration, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his mouthpiece gently suckling on her breasts.

'' Mmm. I love how these youth pap taste, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downwardly, his clapper laving at her slickened erotic love TV channel. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't look to mind doing it in the to the lowest degree.

Is this what sexual love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to carry out her fancy, no matter how dark and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with supply ship passion. Asking nix in return. His tongue gently stroked her nucleus, bringing her one in conclusion twinge of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

'' wellspring, Naya ? Will you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my better half, my slave. I will fulfill whatever fantasies you desire and protect you. My heart is yours to be crushed or to be made whole by you alone. One inquiry now. Do you accept ? ``

Naya 's passably grimace relaxed and she took a long second to think. But there was nothing to make up one's mind. She did n't want to go back to a macrocosm grey and colorless. A macrocosm without the vivid feelings she 'd just live. She nodded and pressed her brim to his. Her helping hand gripped his broad shoulder joint as he crushed her chest against his chest, his arms encircling her and holding her tight.

What am I going to differentiate them ? Naya wondered. She had a home and friends who would n't realize. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebecca, the 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 level 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 faulty alternative in the past tense. Always thinking about what others want and never yourself. Denying who you are, Naya. Pretending the real you does n't subsist. Naya was done with that. She promised herself that.

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

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

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

'' No, Naya. You leave the humanity behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouth as their lip joined once more, sealing a alliance between master key and knuckle down never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad idea. I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could consider as she felt Damian pull up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into parking lot in front of her one-time student residence. It had been several calendar month since her weekend tryst with Damian. She 'd foretell her roommate Rebecca early on a black Mon dawning 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 love what to tell her Friend. The one belief of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her friend behind. Severing that one relationship that had meant the domain to her, even if it was n't always transparent.

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

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

cloud obscured the Sun Myung Moon in the night sky. Even with the campus inflammation, the world seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

Damian gently squeezed her mitt, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't know. There are butterflies in my stomach. respective platefuls 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 proposals Naya could 've imagined. 'What if we asked her to join us ?'he 'd said. 'Will you let me explore this selection, just to see if there 's a chance she might say yes ?'Those words had floored Naya.

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

Now they were here and Damian planned to urinate Rebecca an offer she could n't refuse. They entered through the emergency ingress at the binding of the building. soul had illegally propped spread the door. They rushed up three flights of stair, Damian leading the way wearing a dark vest and denim, looking like a bouncer in a club. Naya wore a short lavender skirt and armoured combat vehicle top, a cherry-red 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 unfeigned love who finally read him.

will I ever really realise the brain-teaser that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for sure, but she did lie with one thing. He was sheer, unpredictable, adventurous. And she loved him.

They finally came to the trading floor with Rebecca 's hall. She did n't throw 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 hand. The athletic, stringy football thespian had a mop of blond hair's-breadth on his handsome look. His dispirited eye were deadly life-threatening at the moment, but normally they crinkled with boylike charm.

'' That 's me. Hey Naya. It 's so skilful to see you again. You 're looking in effect, '' 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 indorse out, Jake. If we 're going to do this, though, I think we need you with us. ``

Jake grinned at Naya. `` Naya, your boyfriend is one crazy son of a beef, I 'll give him that. '' Naya still did n't sleep together the shimmer. 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 come-on in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the niche, listening to the quick interchange of conversation as a foggy Rebecca got awoken in the middle of the nighttime.

'' Jake ? What 's going on ? '' She sounded annoyed. Irritated. Naya smiled, knowing the look which must feature been on her respectable friend 's face.

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

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

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

'' SSSHHH. Relax, slave. I have to do this in a way that will give us the skillful shaft, and that means you stay in the nighttime. You 'll sympathize later. ``

Naya crossed her arms, her nervus facialis aspect threatening storm cloud. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly cryptic, and this was one of those multiplication. She could n't bide mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebecca might say when she learned the trueness, lost in thinking with the night going by in a fuzz and headlight from other cars streaking like backer past her window.

Finally they reached their finish, a mansion house with tall Mexican onyx columns fronting the property. The estate was on a hill, surrounded by wrought iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this plaza. The man was Book of the Prophet Daniel Abrams. He and his married woman and three youngster were currently in residency. Daniel was a protagonist of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't know was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

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

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

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't curious. Why did you film us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunette looked huffy, pointing her finger angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her sleep dress. Somehow she managed to look aphrodisiacal though, the detail of her pap poking through her sleep shirt.

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

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

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your servicing. '' Damian extended his script with a winning smiling on his expression.

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

'' Pleased to conform to you I guess. '' But her verbalism said the opposite. Damian was the man who had taken her best protagonist away from her. Rebekah did n't know that she agreed with the liberated lifestyle Damian seemed to recommend. Rebekah had been thinking inwardly for the past several calendar month, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to diffuse her arms across-the-board and say, `` Look, Rebecca, please do n't hate me. But I want to tell you the Sojourner Truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new life, a better life, and I want you to have it too. That 's why we 're all here. To defecate you an go. ``

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

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

The curly-haired young woman threw up her bridge player angrily. `` And what exactly is this matter 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 striver. '' Rebecca stared open-mouthed as Damian told her what that meant, the very concept of it. The philosophy behind it. Damian made a passionate argument that in striving for one thing above all else, she 'd sacrifice herself as a sexual being, as a soul.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million buck so that she could retrieve the courage to leave her old living and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar chance. Leave now, with your beau Jake. Come live on the island with us. I own a small buck private island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual fancy that are the core of who you really are. Discover a different kind of aliveness with different priorities. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good thing for us, Becky. The skilful of thing. With the money you can go back to school any time and finish your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to alter our surroundings, take gillyflower of where we 're at in our lives. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own little human race, internships, course of instruction, job covering across the country. THIS, though, would give us a chance to come upon who we are first, to arise our human relationship before going out into the globe. Damian is offering us a chance at sanctuary if we 're unforced to be at serenity with some of our deepest, maybe even darkest fantasies. Baby, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-coated young woman looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her anger in hindrance. Jake and Damian 's Christian Bible seemed to slowly infiltrate her mind. She let out an exhausted sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't believe this is even happening. Jake, take me habitation. I 'll slumber on it and guess over this…this absolutely freaking insane offering. It 's crazy, but I 'm willing to weigh it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really reckon this is right for me ? ``

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

Becky shook her head. `` I…I just do n't know. I ca n't conceive you guys actually did this to me. I do n't even know where we are. Whose house is this ? smell, 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 ingest me home. ``

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

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

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

'' The people who own this mansion are asleep in their sleeping room upstairs. They might stir up at any import. They might come up down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house security, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the consternation, and excuse to the homeowner and patrol what just happened to you…getting your best friend and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love life to Jake right here, right now. Fulfill your illusion. Obey Jake 's program line. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

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

'' I…this is nutcase. ``

Naya came over, gently interlocking her hand with Rebekah 's, squeezing it comfortingly. `` It seems so at first, sweetie…but if you just go with it, you 'll be amazed. It 's liberating. It 's exemption. We love you, Becky. Why are you afraid ? What 's so scary about your dependable friend being here with you, helping you create a fantasy so that you can relieve oneself sleep together to your beau ? Everyone here cares about you. When I told Damian how much I missed you, he set this whole affair up so that maybe I could get you back. ``

There was a sudden clunk, as of pace. Perhaps soul upstair using the bathroom. The floor creaked overhead.

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

Naya watched, arousal seething in her blood. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's face flush with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best friend, slipping the shirt over Beckys headway. Bra-less, Becky 's pap glistened in the moonshine as the swarm receded. Her breasts were shining, perfect cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a manus under the girdle of her drawers, stroking her young clit.

Becky shuddered, her breathing a piddling travail as Jake continued to suck in on her nipples and stroke her indulgent sex.

'' Oh god, you 're so hot babe. I love feeling your viscid juice on my finger's breadth. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a sigh. His nous came up for a osculation, and his lips swallowed up her lilting groan.

'' Say something, child. differentiate me how much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his justify hand gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to massage her au naturel back.

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

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

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and socks, standing naked in her birthday suit. Little trickling bar of pussy juice glistened on the insides of her second joint where Jake 's fingers had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully bare, her creamy breasts and open sex inviting naughty phantasy of control and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, dungaree, windsock and skid, standing limber and naked until he sat on the edge of the hot tub. The piss bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his legs in with a sigh.

'' cum here, infant. Get your OK ass in there and suckle my shaft, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated pecker, Jake hissed, `` What if somebody comes down here ? Do you want the proprietor catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every moment that check by we might be discovered, baby. semen here ! Get your mouth on me, and be quick about it. ``

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

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

Jake groaned, his trunk going strict with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his soundbox had zapped itself to the tip of his cock, hungrily gathering up the adept. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her mouth, slowly pumping her face down and then up, down and then up. The young man 's head teacher went back, eyes shutting in a delirious rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eager prick.

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

The Lester Willis Young man tried to stifle his groans, grunting as he thrust his renal pelvis upward to impale Becky 's unseasoned mouth. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his shaft deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her mouth for several longsighted s. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her lips dripping with strands of cum.

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

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' telephone me skipper, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a instant, but then she let the Holy Scripture form in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his cock between her cute rim, pumping up and down, up and down, until release seemed imminent. Jake clenched two hands in her whisker, moving his paw up and down to help sleep together her grimace with more potent plunges.

At survive Becky came up off of that cock one more than time, her Chin dangling with long streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. superior has mass of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her span him.

His cock, thick and ready, saluted Becky 's pale openness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute little slut ? The owner of this house might descend any moment. precipitation up and fuck me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering looking at as she positioned her pussy above his bulbous cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the round, her snatch engulfing his shaft until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering indigence in her loins, her pussy wet now, as her secure friend began to hinge upon Jake 's cock.

'' Uhh…you bastard. nooky me. fuck my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to run across her downward fucks, joining their torso until more pre-cum leaked between the seal of her pussy lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was ready to explode.

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

He approached her now, his loathly smile making her pegleg go weak as he reached underneath her wench, fondling her horny clit. Naya was n't wearing panties.

'' Well, slave ? Feeling a bit left out, are we ? '' he said huskily. Naya nodded, moaning as Damian plunged two fingers into her soft sex, finger-fucking her house and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her aphrodisiac ass grinding on Jake 's hammer as the young man moaned with article of faith.

'' Yes, baby. Impale that hot puss on my dick. YES. Faster, you lilliputian fornicatress. Harder, '' Jake growled, his deal reaching out to abstract Becky 's pink nipples, 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 dog collar around her cervix and then handcuff her bridge player behind her back. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his hands gripping her shoulder joint firmly as he swiftly entered her warm up slit from behind, plunging into the softness of her sex with an audible slap, his sac smacking against the backs of her thighs with each pulverizing fuck.

The dark-haired lady friend moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his prick ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety sheath. Naya had to rely on Damian 's hands to hold her shoulders and keep her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had complete power over her. All Naya could do was fight her hips back to meet his thrusts, helping him do it her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, minuscule pussy. motion those hips. I 'm going to roll in the hay your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping auditory sensation of their consistence joining creating a staccato regular recurrence which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's buddy-buddy tool.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so hard. The arousing batch must have sent the curly brunette over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an rapturous plaint as her pussy gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his putz vanished into Becky 's tight depths. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down for a ferocious kiss as his own sexual climax poured through him, his seed surging into her warm inside.

The door to the terrace swung wide overt and a middle-aged man with piercing blue eyes and hoary hair's-breadth burst into the room. He was wearing only a night gown, and his eye widened in shock.

Naya turned, her cheeks blushing as Damian continued to know her hard, as if nothing were amiss. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Daniel, why howdy. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the house looked at the setting in front man of him. A brunette with a leather collar around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's turncock plowing her from arse. A curly-haired brunette sitting on a untested man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid cock slipped free people, 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 hands on her shoulders.

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

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

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

Daniel threw up his paw in defeat. `` I know we have a standing arranging, Damian, but our understanding is that you at to the lowest degree WARN me beforehand. My kids are sleeping upstairs for the love of…ah hell. '' Daniel turned and left the patio. Damian gave Naya a wink total of mischief.

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

'' Yes, Master. Fuck my twat. Fuck this hard worker 's brains out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their middle met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still love me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the advantageously acquaintance you 've always been able to bank ?'Those were the view Naya almost wanted to ask, if the sensations Damian 's cock was assaulting her cunt with had n't derailed any attempt to tattle in coherent sentence.

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to encounter out her sexual illusion and live on the island. Naya felt felicity surging in her breast, combined with the envelopment of arousal and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her coxa back, her cute buttocks slamming to fill Damian 's plunging rooster as the bit of bang came. His script tightened on Naya 's articulatio humeri, spurt after squirt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her maestro for emptying his seed, her trunk sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heat consume her.

epilog

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the occupy dichotomy of the universe as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her friend had learned to harness her sexual fantasies and use them as creative fuel to take a leak life history worth living. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three calendar month now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their intimate ego - the sexual beings inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the world in its peachy glow, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a giant pink dildo whirring away in her bitch. Her ankles were tied to either English of the horse, and her wrists were bound behind her spinal column. She moaned with a Lucille Ball gag in her sass as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the walls of her sex with century of diminutive ribbed protrusions along the entire duration of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her mamilla with his deceptively mild mite. `` fountainhead, break one's back ? How does it experience, that Brobdingnagian, tough rubber cock thrust up your tight, wet snatch. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a wild mare, her pale nakedness straddling Jake 's cock. poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his mortise joint lashed to the floor. His peter had a cock-ring at the base, restricting the period of stock, letting just enough blood rush to the tip of his pecker to quell hard, but making it nearly insufferable for him to number. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his cock with horny abandon, her aphrodisiac ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. shag me. You call this fuck ? '' she sang, her pussy slurping up and down his peter, her snatch lips forming a pie-eyed seal of approval along his shot. `` I want to finger your cock-head in my womb, imprecate it. roll in the hay me, you bastard, or I 'll slice up off your worthless dick. ''

Becky 's language was harsh, but it was all just part of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was willing to play this role, giving her the illusion she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake submit that role. Neither was correctly or wrong. They were two percentage of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual affair and curio in countless descriptor.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock place setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimulation assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her clitoris. His former hand cupped her raw breasts until she had no choice but to jet hard on that gumshoe cock, coating it with her juices and aroma.

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

All the spell Becky 's kitty-cat tormented the cock of the man who loved her enough to be her striver. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a boggy osculation on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, infant. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry sang with sexual release, her pussy coating Jake 's cock with its perfumed feminine nectar.

lord and slave, man and woman. This was a creation where bounds could be thrown aside, and shroud fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to ride Jake 's straining peter, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. Naya had no regrets, only promises of a time to come where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please send me a remark to let me know what you thought ! This level resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed gild. Remember, always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the beneficial !

~Gaggedkitty