CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing face of her roomie. It had n't been the world-class time she 'd seen Rebecca give her that look. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as occult as his motion picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her seemed cynical, the center hard, almost common cold, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at to the lowest degree a decade her elder, but his inclination fount had somehow retained the magic spell of a a good deal vernal man. Damian 's optic were smoky grayness. His figure was compact, and even under the wickedness purple dress shirt, muscles rippled.

She flipped on her telephone set to the pilot ad, staring at the words one more time.

Wanted : a beautiful college age female person. adventurous, open to possibilities, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one eve with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an eventide and, if you play your identity card right, Damian might just keep you for a piece. offering : $ 2 million the first-class honours degree night. price transferable after that. Do you make bold ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might have called her petite from a length, but she had obtrusive curves and a consistency that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one last time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless inkiness dress. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black hair that hung in wavy lushness a good few in past her shoulders. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the track team at Triton University. She was also a elder studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a flabby version of Naya. Rebecca 's poor, curly hair and pixilated eyes were always looking for the side by side prank to dally. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that horrid on-line advertizement.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few more calendar month. Is this, like, some conclusion dazed stunt you think you need to do before you become a creditworthy grownup ? Because I promise you, there are to a lesser extent stupid room to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't get it on WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a consecutive killer for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to order her the true statement. That engineering science was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dreaming, not hers. Now that she was so conclude to achieving it, she did n't finger elated or even encouraged…she felt empty. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her feel awake. She did n't want to consider about the hereafter, at least not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an apart forum had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. Crazy or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to have what she hoped might be the dark of her lifetime, arrive 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 monster pale Frisbee, the slick, pitch-black limo pulled up to the American Stock Exchange near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the AMEX with her, wearing a much LE dressy blue jean and a tank top. She gave her booster a adieu hug.

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

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stunned. I promise to be careful. beloved you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. send for that boyfriend you 've been pining for the finish few days, '' she said with a smiling, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to dedicate her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed number one wood opened the threshold for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could seek encourage retribution. She waved at her friend as the driver got back in, started up the locomotive, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on PIN and needles. A alight rainfall began to fall, making the asphalt and construction glisten with a calibre Naya liked. It reminded her of magic. Wow, what a corny thought. Do n't let your jitter make you say something pudding head tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dream she 'd harbored for a magical even tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her sound ? Would her practiced be even fold to good enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to ease the tension by making small talk.

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the driver. She had caught the name 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking black man had a shaved head and looked like he could 've played in the National football league with no difficulty. But he did n't even respond to Naya, just rolled up the partition windowpane and turned on some pleasant jazz euphony 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 noteworthy rendition of Rebecca 's voice. As the transactions ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiousness morphed into something else. It took on undercurrent of straight-out fear. Nearly 45 proceedings passed before Naya was gear up to bang on the partition and demand that 'Pierre'stop the vehicle and secern her where the perdition 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 plosive in a wide warehouse floor flooded with light.

The door opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the length of the trip, my lady. sea captain 's rescript were to not address to you until we arrived. '' The sudden warmth in the man 's eyes did a lot to resettle Naya 's nerves, but not completely. She slowly stepped out, turned around, and gasped at what she saw.

There were row of beautiful young women. Many of them wore skimpy dresses, others wore pieces of enceinte elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the ornateness of the robe and ponderousness of the physical composition, were trying very hard to look Thomas More mature than their years.

Naya quietly let Pierre channelize her over to link the line of enceinte girls. She stood beside a blonde girl in a shining red dress which had a single strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulders and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't do it this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A redheaded woodpecker on Naya 's other side was wearing a sparkly green tankful top and smuggled slacks embroidered with rows of bright beads. She turned with a vital look in her emerald eyes. `` A skank is still a crud, no matter how fine the clothes, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged component part on an forum cable. Naya opened her oral fissure, shocked at the woman 's rudeness.

'' Do n't worry about her, love. You know what they say about redheads…and this one 's got the personality of a bull dog…which I 'm for sure Mr. Cruceaux will find sooo attractive, '' The blonde char in the red clothes interjected, taking Naya by the wrist and turning her in the early direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to reply to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blonde cleaning woman 's face. Her pretty dark eyes were widely and devoid now, but moments before they 'd been huffy and penetrating.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to run across you, Claire. That frock looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own cleavage. Below the trim of the dress a typewriter ribbon of blossom flared across her torso, just highlighting her sonsie bureau that much to a greater extent. Claire gave Naya a rueful smile.

'' Yeah, I know it IS a little over the top. Even though I do n't fit the obtuse blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to play coming into court and see how a good deal the great unwashed assume. You can pick up a lot about people by what they do or do n't bear, '' she finished with a grin.

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her refined fingers along the silk passementerie of her gorgeous Black frock. `` Damn, woman. This hugs your trope like the gown of a goddess. I 'm actually envious. I may get period for flashiness, but you 've got a lot more preference, '' she said with a sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two stood hand in mitt, talking to one another, trying to keep each former 's spirits up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the unknown contention Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 young char in the warehouse. The invariant pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the new charwoman impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay doors, screeching to a halt, pennon fluttering with the corporal logo of Cruceaux Industries unmistakable, the whole place fell mum except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed gentleman who had to be - without any doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a dinner jacket himself, its shining silver grey undershirt contrasting sharply against his two assistant'plain ashen ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the line of untried women as if he had a properly to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gowns, his eyes seemed much less implicated about the physical talent of the cleaning woman he surveyed than about early qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to colour over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the middle of each fille he passed. He seemed to value her whole posture rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her heart. She realized her huge botch, her dead body tensing in fear.

Claire had to want to look her sexy outdo in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a fille she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a terrified petty sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too previous to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to sketch them, and his eyes had already taken keen bank note of their joined hands.

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

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde woman first, and then his piercing gaze set its lot on Naya. He seemed to linger on her glossy, midnight tomentum and the benighted chocolate kitty of her eyes. His eyes gently caressed the slimness of her shoulder before looking her up and down again for skillful criterion. He settled on her face, and Naya tried to get together his regard. After a few second, she couldn't.

Her philia began to sink as he began to turn away. But instead these Word of God came out of Damian 's mouth as he spoke to his two assistants.

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

Naya exchanged a immediate glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new Quaker 's heart. They had done it. They had passed the first mental testing. Claire leaned over, risking a rustle before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the night Menachem Begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

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

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

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

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

The girls shared an uneasy look. Naya smiled nervously. `` That might be the most interesting way I 've ever been complimented. '' She found herself loosening up a bit despite the strange way Damian talked. He had an accent she could n't quite station, 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 fancy woman ? '' Naya continued boldly. Claire gave her a sidelong spirit filled with warning.

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

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

At last, with the idle words picking up and the pelting pelting harder against the windshield glass, the limo pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian eating house. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the mesa behind the methamphetamine hydrochloride windows revealed voluptuous tablecloths and watch crystal product which would 've looked suitable in most multimillion dollar bill mansions.

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

'' Forgive me, my noblewoman. You have other plans for the night. I see the dashing hopes on your face, but do not judge the eventide until it 's over. I would not own brought you this far only to abandon you. '' The vast, muscle-bound black man sounded almost gallant, and his center twinkled at Claire in a way that sent blood rushing to her cheeks. Even Naya could see that.

Pierre closed the room access on Claire, proceeded to escort them to the eating place entranceway and gave his employer a zippy nod before retreating into the rain-washed night.

Soon Naya 's heart was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an obtrude upon army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so ladies who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her hired hand on either side of her, a run of self-aware awareness surfacing with a retribution. She was aware of the ruby pendant at her throat, which was supposed to counterpoint nicely with the shimmering disgraceful in the attire. She had been going for a decadent look, and judging from the way Damian 's heart clung to her design and rested on her nerve, she had succeeded.

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

To share a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a Nox of rage and excess without regrets ? That might induce been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first plaza, but it did n't vocalise so impressive now. In fact, it made her seem downright shoal. She gripped the table edge, almost ashamed that she had no aim answer.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a Nox of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a girl with a linear personality. You 're a young womanhood looking for something more out of life. More than what society says you can be. Tell me I 'm haywire. ``

Naya let the quiet engulf the tabular array between them before she could gather her heart. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed able to grab onto the More she focused on the profuseness in Damian 's voice.

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

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE right on, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my dreams for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to believe, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a darkness Prince Charming. In a few months I 'll have my engineering level. Probably a few month after that I 'll give financial independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels empty to me. I see my ally 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 sinful peril of acceding to my notion and spending the night with a man you do n't even do it ? ``

Naya took a gulp of air, feeling sweat consortium on the side between her breasts. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to make their Holy 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 womanly object of his intent.

Naya tried to just be good. `` Because you have power, because you clearly do n't handle what people think. I admired your honesty when I first read the posting. I admired your bluntness, the world-be-damned philosophy I sensed behind the row in your ad. '' Naya could n't believe she was saying this. She sounded like another soul, but it was straight. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her booster at church or with her parents.

'' And ? So far, have you come to any conclusions ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to reach and gently rub his right hand over her left. She felt the quick spate of passion from his palm, and it made her arm thrill.

'' Too early on to severalise, '' she whispered. `` But recite me this, '' she said, trying to retrieve. `` Why did you bring Claire ? Why fire her hopes up only to cruelly result her and then take me ? I do n't know if I can respect a man who does something like that. ``

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

The brunet blushed, but she stood her dry land. 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 adult female before ? ``

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

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

'' The truth is a lot more mundane than you would retrieve, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like family to me. capital of South Dakota has been with me for several year, but has yet to find the right hand fair sex. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's correct, Naya - I was playing matchmaker this evening. capital of South Dakota trusted me to opt. I 'm a right judge of chemistry. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an intimate dinner not unlike this one. ``

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

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

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

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the toothsome finish dance on her palate for a few second before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girl for getting sure ideas after you 've put her in a lineup with 100 former sexed-up women ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. Fair enough. I guess I do owe you a more organise answer about myself. Do you make love why monogamousness is the highest form of relationship ? ``

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

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two things in this public which matter to me More than anything else. jealousy and loyalty. ``

Naya risked reaching out her hand, stroking the top of his. Let him get a perceptiveness of his own medical specialty, she decided. `` That seems an odd conjugation, '' she replied.

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

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

'' Yet they have, but do n't misconstrue me. I will do anything for the womanhood I love. If the fair sex I love asks me to necessitate another woman to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man take her right wing in strawman of me, I could n't traverse her even that. There is nothing I will not do for a adult female, as long as her request does not come tainted by rapacity. '' The gruelling line of his jaw had melted into a wry grin. `` Of grade, you probably find me an odd mix of traditional romantic fancy and thing more decadent, shadowed and interdict. There are few cleaning woman who have ever understood me. The only one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my fondness. ``

The dark-haired girlfriend 's hand stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his hand tightly, and her middle softened. Naya could n't believe that this knock-down billionaire sitting before her could ring the thought of a boy once innocent. He was much to a greater extent than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her oral sex.

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

'' What do you desire of me then ? Does this mean you want me to be your girlfriend ? That this is about Thomas More than a nighttime or two of passion ? Is this a date ? ``

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

'' I find the Book 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to attain you my Paraguay tea, my submissive. I will be your master key, and you will be my striver. ``

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

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the heat rushed to her brass. She realized that both of his mitt had invaded her side of the mesa, gently grasping her articulatio radiocarpea.

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

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

Damian 's eyes gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare char, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to bonk exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the average of gild. Society is trivial and stagnant. I want you to feel alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - society 's impression be damned. Men and womanhood think differently. We ARE different. Society forgets that. You, the female person, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do things you may not want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will eff you and treasure you, but I will also make you MINE. I will push you to the limits, I will gainsay you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

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

'' Can you plow this ? Can you abide such an arrangement ? Because if you ca n't, there is no shame in standing up now and walking away. I wo n't try to stop you. But if you go forward from here, the rules change. I will not treat you with kid gloves. I will do by you as the slave you were meant to become. ``

Naya abruptly withdrew her hired hand, breaking his grip. She flashed him a wicked grinning. `` And just what are the prescript, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, dude billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my instance, classes to advert. Preferably ON clip. ''

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

Naya took a gulp of her vino, swirling the beautiful red liquidity in the fine watch crystal glass, watching and imagining it was rip. `` 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 disengage to go and I will pay you a yr 's salary - $ 200,000. Do we feature an agreement ? ``

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

But the billionaire returned her rational affirmation with a carefully impassive expression. `` You tell me, lady friend. You are the one who said you were occupy in something More than a one-night bandstand. That is what I now offer. So…what do you determine, Naya ? What would my cute and aphrodisiac girlfriend choose ? ``

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that word. Girlfriend. He said it like it was a marked-up Logos. Like it implied acts she could barely gestate of. A boot ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be careful. Do n't you remember Rebecca 's words ? She thought. There was another slope, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your liveliness do something that is true to who you are. Not the someone you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's goodish and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

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

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would happen future. I guess I was untimely, she realized not long after. The limo had come to pick them up, but this clip it was a dissimilar device driver who ushered them into the backward seat. interior, Naya was surprised to see Claire and capital of South Dakota sitting side by English on the plush leather cushions opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every apparent movement had the easygoing limberness of a puma. 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 main road, and soon they were leaving the metropolis behind altogether.

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

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

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

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

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

'' striptease. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her body go cold. A moment later, though, heating system flooded her veins. The thought process 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 immature woman and a man in a tux. She looked over at the two of them, and her face must have shown her impact.

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

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making sure this was tangible. Damian nodded, and his hand made an lordly gesture. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's unspoken interchange of spirit revealed that they had a bond beyond the wide-eyed employer-employee relationship. Pierre nodded and turned to Claire.

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

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to meet his. For a second base she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blond slowly unbuttoned the cover of her frock, slipped free of the sonant satin, and shimmied disengage of the balance of it. She was now in only a smart crimson bra and panty. next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of textile fall to the flooring. Claire slowly drew the scanty down her luscious hips, sliding them gracefully off of her ankle joint. The heels came off then, and there was nothing but birthday suit. Just feminine ravisher, defenseless and unvarnished.

The nude blonde sat beside Pierre, her supple breasts displayed for the early three hoi polloi in the limo to admire. The Edward Teach of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to foretell a world of delights.

'' give your thighs a little wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her leg opening a bit. They could now look up to her sex, open and uncover. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or sheer sexual stimulation, Naya was n't sure as shooting. Claire met Naya 's oculus with a look of triumph, like a person does when they 've just conquered a awe, and it gave Naya an unbelievable Benjamin Rush.

Before anything more than could be done, Naya found her hands reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight clothes. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed material without too much trouble, finally letting it flop to the side as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and pinko panty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lucullan body. The blonde 's picket hide and womanly 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 beaut to this man who promised she could be his ? Why should she care that he wanted her beauty to be seen by others ? She finally quieted all the hand-to-hand struggle, guilt-infested warnings in her intellect and tried to pack the final plunge. She reached backward, touching her bra strap. Her finger froze.

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

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

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

As he said the give-and-take, though, Damian gently did the work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to uncover her supple cone. He then slowly slid her panty down her legs, all the way to her ankle, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the box, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her precious butt felt the aplomb leather underneath her. Her snatch felt the air on her queer cunt sass. She felt a shudder of peril, of arousal, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each early 's bodies. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned skin was a shade darker than the soupiness of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly bombastic, the teat larger and more say. Naya 's smooth out belly with its belly-button ring added an alien allure beneath her well-formed breasts, and the brawny tone in her arms and legs was unmistakable.

'' What do you think, capital of South Dakota ? Are these slaves not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulders, hugging her nudeness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a ballgame. Naya could n't believe how sexually cognisant she felt. Every rub of his leg against her naked thigh…even through the material of his pants - sent sensations all the way to her loins. She had to consciously prevent her body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

But her nipples were already hardened, a shameful game show 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, overlord. I can definitely foretell a nigga a spade, '' Pierre said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her shoulders in a similar possessive posture. He went a footmark further, though, claiming her mouth with a tender candy kiss. Claire moaned, her nipples beading too, and her nudeness trembled as his mouthpiece worked hers, her glossa responding. At lowest they came away from each other, brim parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, slave ? Put your mouth on my humanness, '' Pierre said. Claire 's middle widened, but she unstrapped the inkiness man 's leather belt, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his slacks. Her refined deal moved to slide down his pants and undergarment, letting a thick, long cock spring free.

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

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

'' She 's sucking his cock, Master. She 's taking him in her oral fissure, '' Naya whispered. Her pussy felt warmth. Surging heat energy. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouth back and forth along capital of South Dakota 's manhood. There was a gentle, suckling rhythm, its wakeless soon patent in the desktop. Naya sat mesmerized as the youth blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blond 's golden hairsbreadth into two clinch fist, groaning More deeply as she went to ferment on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his stopcock encased between her mouth.

'' face at me, slave. I want to see your eye as my cock fills your backtalk, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his shaft, her lingua caressing the length of his putz. She pumped her case back and Forth, the suckling auditory sensation intensifying until Pierre grasped her headway and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the young woman bottomed out on his pubic hair, her poke practically touching his crotch.

After several endorsement, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with strand of pre-cum drifting from her backtalk. She wiped them with her wrist and then began to bat the sides of his spear, her hands tenderly pumping his manhood even as her tongue laved his cock-head as if it were a delicacy.

Naya sat there in disbelief, her loins wet with terrible desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dream. Instead, though, the young fair sex felt the appalling touch of two fingers gently rubbing against her exposed clit. Damian 's fingerbreadth. The man was tender but firm - and what began as aristocratical chafe soon became steadfastly strokes, stoking a fiery motivation 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 attack of skin senses. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two fingerbreadth slid into her soft epithelial duct. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that foresighted, black cock. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her back talk on the calamus again, this time bottoming out on the dark slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, unused strands of gooey cum drifting from her lips. These she gathered with her finger, licking them clean as if they were a sugary treat.

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

Claire was startled as the big man grasped her by the nape of the neck opening, leaning down to kiss her savagely. She groaned as the man 's former hand reached behind her well-proportioned fundament, inserting a fingerbreadth into her open pussy. Claire 's resulting moan made Naya 's pussy nearly flood. Damian 's fingers had been tormenting her this entire metre, and seeing her fellow striver being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you feeling, Naya ? '' Suddenly the blessed fingers stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's raw body. She thrummed with penury, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to meet the billionaire 's touch.

'' I…I tone passion, overlord. Your fingerbreadth feel so thoroughly inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't contain, '' she confessed.

'' You want Thomas More, you 'll deliver to garner it Naya. '' Damian let the words knack, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his gasp, slid them and his unmentionable down to his peg. She paused a second, admiring the full software program in her care. His midst, vein-bulging cock was grueling for her, so expectant. She imagined the feeling of penury which must be surging through his whole body, the blood line rushing to the length of his shaft.

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

This feeling of control she had over him, it made her feel incredibly awake. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her oral cavity up and down with a feverish strength. metre seemed to fall away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thigh, gripping so hard as her oral cavity bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` livelihood suction me, cunning picayune slit. Impale that sweet fiddling mouth on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's vox had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian beast she 'd dreamed of in her phantasy than the respectable businessman he was.

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

'' Open your mouth, slave. heart-to-heart ! '' he shouted. Naya 's sass opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her boob. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final series of spurts covering her face and mouthpiece. When he was at last fully spent, Damian lifted her book binding onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the fun of emotions across her aspect as his script fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new elevation.

Naya 's sass opened in a wordless, agonized moan. She looked down at her cum-covered chest and felt the muggy cum on her face, its pungent fragrance filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the Inferno in her effect - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately needing release. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingers desperately, grinding her pelvis with fervency. She did n't manage anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limousine on a highway, going who knew where with two early people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender hint. She felt his digit cajole, slugger and assault her clit in the most erotic hint 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 passion channel, piling one ace on top of the other until she could deduct it no more.

'' What are you find, break one's back ? order ME ! '' Damian ordered.

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

She 'd lost all sense of time and awareness. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some time before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big pitch-dark man 's turncock. The blonde 's sexy tail end bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sexes joining filling the room with a constant round.

Naya blushed, but she also felt completely sated, content. She curled into Damian 's arms, her straits against his dresser.

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

Yet if that was straight, then why had her eubstance never felt so animated ? She remembered his hand inside her delicate oestrus and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his manhood between her pussy sass, impaling her dampness heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a diaphysis so strict and filled with need. Then she felt his warmth fill her inside, her eyes snapping open air as her cover arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her boldness firmly pressed against his chest, the airport terminal ignitor twinkling in the distance.

'Where is he taking us ?'she wondered. The possible action were enough to push back her mad.

CHAPTER 5

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

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

'' Do not worry yourself, Naya. Time soon enough for me to be slipping into attire LE constricting. We 'll get you cleaned up on the plane. Are you thirsty ? '' Naya licked her dry brim and realized that she was. When she nodded, Damian retrieved a deoxyephedrine, used the dispenser which the limo was equipped with, and handed her a cold 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 limousine - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting au naturel next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the wide leather shock, his arm wrapped around a defenseless Claire. Her respiration was even and deep, and so was his.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The brunette looked down at her bareness 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 protagonist and a beau charwoman. 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 trunk walking au naturel, displayed proudly beside your Master ? said a petite representative in her head.

She looked at Damian one more meter. His sassing was set in a unbendable line. He was serious. utter dangerous. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to cope with her regard steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a deep, spike breathing spell, Naya slipped out of the limousine and stood with her bare feet on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic hair, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her teat into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the sweet smell of rain and pine tree diagram. The airport was secluded at to the lowest degree, and she was grateful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his helping hand gently rubbing her downcast book binding. `` What do you palpate, Naya ? Shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your head teacher. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nothing to revere. I own this drome. No one will defy justice you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his face. Just import before he had looked pissed, stung by her harsh give-and-take about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her center ache just a little. She impulsively slipped her arms around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to gift him a hanker, lingering candy kiss. He tasted of hiss for some understanding, and her senses awakened, the rub of his undershirt along her titty creating a pleasurable wavelet up and down her core.

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

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

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

'' Now will you bear, Naya ? I can add a collar and leash if you think to interrogate my purchase order again. ``

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

Every footstep felt ilk torture to Naya. She felt corresponding chattel being paraded before a triumphant throng, even though the runway was virtually empty. A few airdrome personnel went about their tariff, but in the iniquity they hardly seemed to note Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the same way as Naya, but she hid her concern better than the brunette. Pierre gestured her up the incline first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the dance step onto the plane.

The moment she set metrical unit inside a rush of ministration swept through her. She was given a ass beside Claire, and the two defenseless slaves were handed moist towelettes to pass over themselves with. Naya had some slowness, cleansing her typeface and bosom with the handlock still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little worry, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to help, slave ? '' The kindness in his optic disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmacadam like a bewitch slave female child brought to ancient capital of Italy, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an irritable tone, but quietly nodded. With deft strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her breasts, buttock, and elsewhere on her fount.

Then he gave her a beguiling, gentle kiss. `` Be in effect. Pierre and I will be back soon. ``

Both men disappeared beyond the pall which divided the hang around sphere of the plane from the front of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the type of carpenter's plane. She guessed it could seat 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for business travel, and it was well stocked with beverage of all sort - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juices, and wine-coloured. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rarefied moment of privacy.

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

Claire smiled. `` more than than a petty, Naya. I 'm meritless you were so uncomfortable back there. I was just as uncomfortable…but I 've tried to mind to what Pierre 's been urging me to do. To not think so much. To just let myself palpate. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a soft laugh. `` That probably sounds stupid person, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an malign smile lighting up her pretty facial expression. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few facial expression your way. You had Damian like putty in your manus. '' Sucking his tool, feeling the pedigree rushing through his humanness, my hands resting on the straining muscle of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to jerk his genitalia upward into my warm oral fissure. Naya shook the remembering away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensations she could n't appear to insure.

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

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure. I 've already managed to say some poor fish things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave slavish lifestyle…I do n't bed. I just feel like I 'm between two worlds, the liberated person I want to be and the soul whose torso I 'm stuck in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't be intimate how to be that with all these reverse 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 handbag just out of arm 's grasp.

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

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

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

'' Did I say you could ingest phone privileges, slave ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in interest. A suppressed grin could n't hide the humor in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

'' Please…Master. '' She 'd almost forgotten to phone him that. `` Master, 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 couch across the aisle, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going slack as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to denude out of his tux, wearing apparel bloomers, and polished Shirley Temple shoes. He was soon naked before her, his torso rippling with muscle that she 'd suspected had been there from the instant she first saw his picture.

Naya felt her core flood with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll make you a deal, slave. come here and climb on me. roll in the hay me. depend upon this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her number and put the phone to your ear. You can severalize your roommate that everything 's delicately then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. tally ? ``

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

So why are your teat hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that petite phonation scolded her. She felt a thrum of foreplay coiling from her cunt all the way through her chest and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her foot and walked across the aisle. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his naked descriptor until his tool pressed gently against her belly. It was long, thick and make for her…and it made her blood run hot.

'' I…Master, please let me phone. Then I 'll have intercourse you. I promise. '' Why did the mind of talking to Rebecca while in such a compromising placement terrify her ? Naya 's heart was racing like it wanted to let out out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hand cupped one of her breasts, squeezing just enough to intensify the sentience until it wrested a moan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please original. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. Take it or leave it. This will be the end fortune to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either call her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading look. She wondered how many other women had given him that same heroic pleading look, and been refused any clemency in return. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in shock at the esthesis of pain mixed with pleasure.

'' Tell me what you are feeling, slave. Why do you waffle ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your fright holding you back. Not me. '' Those row seemed to penetrate her refutation, making her realize just how arbitrary her reverence truly was. Why could n't she talk to Rebecca now ? What made making love to Damian, writhing on top of his cock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful secret ? The horny brunette licked her lips and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed men. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entree to her sex, then eased herself down the showtime inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her wooden leg would soon commute that. She slowly rocked back and forth, her mind reverting back to the dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the fantasy in her ambition to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness gathering between her leg. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his fixed phallus, more and more of it wedged its way oceanic abyss.

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

'' What do you palpate, buckle down ? talk to me, '' Damian said, almost begging. She looked down at him, heat melting her eyes.

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

Claire was watching intently, her eyes glued to the fit. When Naya noticed her observance she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive feeling of shame and instead plunged her damp heat harder onto her fan '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 honest to gently pinch and torment Naya 's Edward Young nipple and tit. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted conoid and retrieved the headphone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

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

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been vex wan ! I heard from a champion, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her babe had responded to that same ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a unanimous harem of women to choose from, that he picked two out of the crew at a warehouse down by the docks territorial dominion 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 rooster and unsure what to say.

'' I 'm ... okay Rebecca. '' She stifled a groan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging gaze told her to 'keep fucking .'This was part of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl show, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated shaft. The soft clash of his cock 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 sound amercement. ``

That 's because I 'm salutary than very well, Becky. Or was she ? She should cause been terrified, Naya thought. She still did n't have a hint where Damian Cruceaux was taking her. All she knew was that she was being flown to divinity have a go at it where.

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

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

'' Would that be so faulty ? '' Naya said, surprised at the surge of anger her roomie 's program line awoke in her.

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to look out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you affair he ca n't fork up. I 'm sure as shooting he gets cleaning lady a dime a dozen, truelove. I do n't think you should hump a guy like that, no issue how copious he is. ``

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

'' Just tell me this. Tell me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her best supporter, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of apology in her voice. She half considered hanging up on her ally. It would serve her right to make her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd sent worm of guilt threading through her thoughts.

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

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll cry you Mon first light. I 'm fine, and yes, I 'm safety. Do n't concern about me. '' The mo Damian flipped the speech sound off Naya moaned loud and clear, her juices dripping onto his rooster. She humped his manhood harder, the flabby rocking of her torso weight moving back and Forth River with animalistic zeal.

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

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

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his optic oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to respond. `` Come here, girl. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian drive his prick upward, flinging his pelvic arch ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his free hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into spasms, her juices coating every in of his rigid appendage. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

The airplane began to locomote, 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 taut, piffling twat. go along fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her work force to grapple the back of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvis thrust upward, impaling her deeper, and the sheet lifted off. She felt the disorienting variety of Angle, her capitulum nearly popping as they made the ascending. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute rump, ramming herself down to unite them as one, a feminine case around Damian 's engorged cocksucker.

Damian cupped her breasts gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, break one's back. You are much more to me than a ass. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my cock. '' He lay back, his hands slipping up to her shoulder joint, massaging them as the moment of climax torus through his being. She hunched over, whispering his epithet as the hot flare-up of cum flooded her sex. She felt his member vellication inside her again and again and again.

It felt like being conquered, but also liberated. It felt like being claimed, but also respected and loved in the most unplumbed way. Naya groaned as her back talk captured his, taking care. He sighed beneath her, completely spent, his cock growing flaccid inside the slip, flaccid, and now-sticky sheepcote of her sex.

She cupped his aspect in her hands, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I swear you ? '' she asked. That question - reliance - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't require to let herself go vulnerable to someone with his sort of superpower, person who could always have what he wanted. And Rebecca was right. She did n't really KNOW 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 crook of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a blanket over her naked anatomy. `` remainder for the residue of the night, slave. I will number see to it on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the meeter if you should require anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' original ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender spirit, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The lounge was full enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his heat, his muscled arm draped over her breast, his breathing space warm on her neck. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like fine strands of silk down the former side of the pillow. He kissed the nucha of her neck opening softly, closed his eye, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

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

There was a fierce aching in her chest. Is this what love flavor like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had compaction before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A closed book grin slid over her face and she snuck one eye give. There was a couch across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making full use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on mitt and human knee, her hired hand on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from behind. She had a leather collar around her neck attached to a Ag trio. capital of South Dakota pulled on it just a small, forcing Claire 's neck opening higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to slam that hot pussy back to run across each of my shag. Now FUCK me, niggling bitch. I want to find you encase every column inch of my shaft ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little fierce than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's sense of taste 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 drumhead. Should she wake Damian ? Had he ever needed to condition one of his employees who 'd gone too far ? Naya watched as the slender blonde moaned, pushing her cute buttocks backward as the slap of two sexuality joining filled the air.

'' Yes…Master…call me your bitch. piece of ass me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's chest shook with the military group of Pierre 's poke. Seeing the huge Negro man dwarfing her lithe, feminine build was a strange demarcation. If Naya did n't know unspoiled, she 'd almost wonder if Pierre would give her fragile, naked eubstance at any minute. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard capital of South Dakota 's voice suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, buckle down ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with concentrated, mighty lurch, but it was the young blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those thrusts, begging him to call her name calling that made Naya blush.

Pierre stilled, one hand still jerking the leash back, the other hand gently slapping the firm buttocks nerve at his disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each prison term, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the personnel, the rhythm of their union. `` What do you hope for, slave ? narrate me what you feel or I wo n't make a motion another muscle. talk to me. ``

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

'' And then ? '' capital of South Dakota prodded. `` Do n't mindlessly bury yourself in the fantasy. Pick up the threads, and let them guide you. Think about the subconscious desires underneath it, Claire. What do you need me to do next ? ``

The revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid blue middle. She sighed, her husky reply unmistakable. `` Eat out my twat, Master. Please. ``

It took only that simple request, and the formerly dominating original had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender Brigham Young blonde, and began to cream tenderly at her pussy. His lingua strokes, sucking, and clout were joined by osculation and then gently stroking finger's breadth which massaged the walls of her cunt between tongue flicks. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her life was in riskiness. She bit her lip, moaning as perspiration sheened on her forehead. The girl 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth River as Claire 's head teacher whipped impart and right, the moan intensifying.

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

Many long second later the exhausted girl sighed, begging capital of South Dakota. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her sated pussy, fucking her with readiness, his grunt joining hers until he yanked on the leash once again, growling in the mo of sexual climax. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid appendage. Cum dripped from her glistening pussy sass, staining the couch cushions, but master copy and knuckle down did n't care.

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

'' Master…thank you. give thanks you for playing out my illusion. '' Claire sighed.

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

capital of South Dakota 's Scripture were so whacky that at first base 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 jeer. Society would 've called it hedonistic vacuum. Yet the sensations she 'd matt-up here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more accept, than any party her friends from church had ever dragged her to. These mass were not 'normal'by the standards she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that subject ? to a greater extent to the point, it seemed a practiced matter to Naya.

For the kickoff time ever, she did n't feel the indigence to enshroud. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even follow another couple make sexual love almost in good order beside her and sense that intimate energy, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be sound unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very affair that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most evacuate.

Naya let these thoughts roam and war in her forefront as rest finally claimed her. The star-lit cloud drifted by as the common soldier jet made its way through the night.

CHAPTER 7

Bright twinkle seeped underneath the screen, and Naya awoke with a start, realizing that she was on a prosperous bed. She was naked still, her carpus and articulatio talocruralis bound to the bedposts. rout like that she felt both helpless and alive. She looked down, feeling a strange sensation pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal prong had also been carefully inserted into her ruck hole. The device now buzzed in her kitty-cat and ass, creating sensations she did n't get laid were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bond.

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

'' Good sunup, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight I gave you a little something extra to shit you sleep. This is my variation 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 body feeling overwhelmed by the stimulus. Her boob were crowned with pointed little pink mamilla, arousal swamping her essence. She could feel herself trembling from the pourboire of her finger's breadth all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her precious backtalk, making her moans all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to take the rubber orb gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it flavour slave ? You 're focusing on what you think is decently or wrong because of bon ton 's rules. It 's supposedly unsporting, to experience something in that intimate space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that sense impression in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his clapper intertwining with hers. The jerking of apparent movement with the ribbed shafts within her pussycat and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving chest. He watched her eyes most of all, his gaze penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her Julian Bond. Finally her eubstance arched upward, the duplicate insight forcing an climax from her young feminine essence.

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

'' What is your dead body telling you, slave ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't induce presumptuousness. Do n't ask what you SHOULD sense. severalize me how you ACTUALLY finger. Do you interpret ? ``

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

Damian 's finger's breadth gently caressed her clitoris, sending her mind and body reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her erotic love channel and ass intensified, and her endorse coming tore through her with as very much potency as the first. The fatigued girl lay on the bed for two more cycles of build-ups and climax before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her sate feminine body.

The Thomas Young brunette sighed and looked down at the two rubberise hammer, soaked in her succus.

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves pleasure. To give it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked soundbox over hers, inserting his dick between her cunt lips, sheathing his humanness in her welcoming sex. He began a thoroughgoing rhythm, joining their bodies as one. Her quiet oink belied the need surging through her cunt. The joy of having his cock fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lips, her tongue 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, victor. I would even trust you with my pump. These were the realizations flashing through the female child 's head. Naya had finally discovered a new sense of self, and she would never be the same.

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A valet de chambre does n't give away his mystery. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily interested in pharmaceuticals. Our lever drug is a harmless sleeping pill without incline core. I may or may not deliver slipped one into your drink hold out night. It takes a few hours to withdraw impression, 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 thorough shower. consort ? ``

Naya followed Damian Cruceaux along hallway 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 common soldier islands. It 's a desirable place for privacy…and recreation, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of whodunit tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a terrace beside a pool. Continuing the impromptu tour, he led the bare Cy Young charwoman through an entry beside a sliding glass room access and into a rain shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing exhibitor had a big, ornate golden nose which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of strong water onto his hair and font.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to join him. `` What 's wrongfulness, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tile in the bathroom just outside of the shower bath. Her eye followed its slow, painstaking movements. Damian moved to mash it, but Naya found her hand reaching out to snap up his wrist.

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

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

Damian was standing there, a foreign twinkle in his eye, and shaking his caput.

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

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

Damian pulled her into an embracement as the exhibitioner swirled around her whisker and shoulders, cascading down her back. The sluice down water felt like a unction on her well-sexed consistence. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the Sami clock time. Her dead body ached, but in a skilful way, and she 'd become enough sopor. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the thought process thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those parole, a sudden clink of handcuffs around each wrist left her firmly attached to the vertical piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to move with the saving grace of a panther, effectively chaining her to the exhibitioner wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

The young brunette felt a rush of fright tingle against her scalp. She felt her stage go weak, and her consistence felt whelm 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 shower before cuffing her. Now she stood naked in the exhibitor, the hot weewee sluicing against her glistening chest, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic hair.

Well, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get comfortable, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her entire body, welcoming the caresses of the hot body of water against her neck and scalp. But time ticked by. second and transactions passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get itchy, Damian strode in carrying a duffle bag bag. He was still unclothed, his torso gleaming with the wetness of his quick rinse in the shower.

He turned off the shower first and then toweled off her gorgeous dead body. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breasts and private parts. She did it to tempt him, and it seemed to act upon judging from the way his stopcock shaft up, expectant and rigid.

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

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

She shook her mind, but something nagged at her. The cuffs were rubberized rather than metal, which struck her as a piddling unusual. He put the duffle bag down and rummaged in it for a few second gear 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 clipping to each of her nipples.

'' These cling to your sexy mamilla, slave. I 'm going to give them an electric daze. Have you ever experienced the intense aesthesis of electricity though your more tender percentage, Naya ? There are few things I can compare 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 sentence, his whole step clipped. `` And you must learn that not all effective thing come from joy. Some good matter must be had through pain. '' He donned some protective boxing glove, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridge along its length. He carefully slipped the sheath over his prolonged humanness and gently approached her from rump. In one hand he 'd blame up a small box with a dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's pap were connected to the battery-powered box.

'' Do you be intimate what this is, slave ? ''

Naya shook her fountainhead, but her eyes took on a imploring feel. `` Please, Master. Do n't punish me. I 'll be undecomposed. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading word. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex drive into overload. She looked down at his thick, rigid cock enmeshed in the protective sheath, the tiny ridge covering every inch of his shaft.

If he puts that thing inside me, I 'm going to feel it, Naya realized. Those bump and ridgepole would rub against her pussy in a 1000 tormenting ways.

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

There was a zing of pain now shooting through her mammilla, but not the kind of infliction that created a shutdown of sense impression. Just the opponent. The tingling in her chest made the rest of her eubstance more mindful. Her nerve, torso, legs, and even substructure thrummed with heightened sensitivity.

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

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

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nucha of her neck. His free hand grazed against her clit, spurring fresh need through her loins. `` If you do n't behave, maybe I 'll impound one of my magazine to this unruly minuscule pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his lips sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her face sideways to encounter his regard. Naya was still feeling the thrum of foreplay coiling through her womanly sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of fear. Now, as she looked into his eyes, no farsighted flinty and cold, she realized that despite the naive realism of what they were doing, this was sheer illusion - and he was looking at her carefully one more time to make surely she had n't been overwhelmed.

A spark of gratitude flared in her white meat, and Naya kissed him laborious, her tongue surprising his.

'' Did I say you could kiss me, small slit ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her fount forward, giving her a playful smack on each butt cheek. He lined up his sheathe manhood and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute buttocks backward and upward, exposing her pussy for maximal penetration.

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathed putz between her twat sass, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her soft line until groans escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the electroshock box sent tantalizing bursts of Energy through her too-sensitive nipples.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurts, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the step of pain. Instead it had the coloring of delight, of pain bequeathing life sentence. Naya 's lithe trunk squirmed and her workforce pressed against the shower rampart tiles as the alligator cartridge clip continued to shoot electric stimuli into her supple cone shape.

'' UHHH…please Master. please no more ! '' Naya begged, but it was a funny type of plea lacking tangible desire. She wanted this incredible feeling igniting her core, sending her body into a grade of consciousness she 'd never quite feel. She was following the phantasy, letting the journeying guide her. The au naturel girl let out a mute coo of joy as Damian gripped her waist with one hand, the box in his former fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless moan of pain-induced ecstasy as his rooster pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The teasing along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on fire, and the fille was a dripping peck, her loins screaming for release.

The young woman felt that throbbing cock sweep into the wet sheepfold of her sex. All thought of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The room was now filled with the blue smack of Damian 's testicles against her thighs and the continued groan ripped from her throat by the electroconvulsive therapy stimulation.

'' Your cunt grips my putz well, break one's back. Do you feel the electroconvulsive therapy surging through those sexy tits ? Hmm ? tell me what you feel, slave. I want every detail. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those countersign, his pure tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from arse.

The young brunette tried to form coherent thought.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't need a senseless mate. I want a literal charwoman - one who knows her fantasies, her abstruse mystery and desires, no matter how dark, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, trivial snatch, or it all full stop NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that unbelievable sense experience in her white meat, of that tool filling her cunt, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her tail end backward, impaling her damp heat on the sheathed manhood of her Master.

'' No…please schoolmaster. I 'll severalise you. I 'll tell you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from fanny, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, superior. It made me start to reckon things, to visualize certain….scenarios… ''

'' fancy ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with heat. She leaned forward, making certain her pussy was at a thoroughgoing peak for him to sleep with.

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the grain of the safe on your cock. Every time you go through me, it makes me feel so good. Your strokes make me feel loved, Master. Each time you fuck me is like the perfect osculation. ``

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

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

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, penalize her, his cock filling her pixilated cunt as the electroshocks sent wave after waving of stimuli through her breasts and into her very core. She could n't subscribe it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a goliath ? But how did awakening this dark fantasy within her turn his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest ECT zapped her tit, and the member battering through her pussy sent her over the edge. The slender brunet clenched her kitty-cat around Damian 's cock, flooding it with her viscous nectar and perfume. It took what seemed infinity before her agonized, happily sated body could at last lean against the shower pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt tender deal taking the alligator clips off of her sore mammilla. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his tool, now sans sheath, and lovingly plunged into her heat with an even pacing. He groaned after a few moments, his warm up semen mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his humanity give up, he undid her cuffs.

The young woman sank to the storey, her legs spread wide. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her stage, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his clapper. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual kiss, his custody cupping her beautiful fount.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired grin. `` skipper, this striver considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and sensual connexion of backtalk. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the sense of taste of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his manus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The marvellous tour took two time of day, and by the end of it Naya 's sura were burning. It had been a good workout, though, and she had seen decent luxuriousness to satisfy various HGTV episodes. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an stallion 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 pond, playing Bromus secalinus with Damian, a soft pushover ruffled her long, silky hair.

Damian frowned at the Bromus secalinus control panel, not liking his options.

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

Naya smiled, swooping in with her knight. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's black knight now threatened to pounce on Patrick White 's queen mole rat.

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

Damian 's reaction surprised her. He gently cupped her Kuki-Chin, leaning over the chess game board to give her a sweet, simple candy kiss. His potent taste lingered on her tongue. She did n't want it to go away.

'' You 're ingenious, slave. I 'll have to save my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive expression, waited for him to make his next motion, and then proceeded to disembowel him with a fork tactical maneuver that cost him his queen before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his work force with a suspiration. `` I have n't lost a secret plan in…I ca n't remember how hanker, damn it. '' The foiling was n't genuine, and the glimmer in his heart told her that he was shanghai by her mastery of tactics.

Naya felt that ache in her fondness return. Did she do it this man ? She had to ask herself that head more forcefully now. He caught the distant aspect on her grimace 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 entrust you with almost anything. ``

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

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

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

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

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

But she did find the feminine soundbox beautiful. Naya had imagined situation of control - acute fantasies where a womanhood controlled HER, dominated her, in practically the same means as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her rightful love. The dark Prince Charming. Her deepest fantasy had always involved both chemical element, and she 'd never told a soulfulness. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both manpower on Naya 's slim shoulders, and then gently caressed the girlfriend 's sleeve as he looked her in the eyes, refusing to let her glance away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to hold secret. recount me, my lovely slave. say me and I can bring in it real. ``

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

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

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

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

Those words finally gave her the speciality. She slowly revealed to him the most horrify secret, the most ball over revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a smiling. He did n't stumble for a second from the concerned, steady expression that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her illusion in flesh and make it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by wickedness pierced only by the Moon filtering between the bars of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her pharynx etched with silver markings. Two thongs of rope bound her wrists to the head of the common cold, stainless blade consistency tray on which she 's been rout. Her legs were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to stay completely still.

'' That 's right hand, squawk. Don't move. We 've captured you. My hubby and I, we like to catch niggling strumpet like you who wander too far from rest home. Your OURS, slave. We own your little twat. I 'm going to broach you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and unspoiled friends. Sabrina Homer Thompson was a sexy redhead with delicious curve ball, full breasts, and a deceptively angelic, youthful face. She had originally applied to be a flight of steps accompaniment on Damian 's buck private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more authoritative talents. Her ability to knead away pain, to cure people 's sprightliness, had made Damian eventually decide to hire her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's taste for women had meant that any romanticistic kinship was out of the question, Damian still kept in touch with her…and knew to bid on her when an employee came to him with a illusion involving female-on-female stimulation. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd distinguish Naya that, and to Naya 's shock she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous Young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a gum elastic cock in her mouth, its compass point facing upward. The farsighted, pink shaft had wickedly abrasive material rows of bumps to enhance womanly pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this delight to another female, and the thought sent her snatch into a dripping-wet Department of State of arousal.

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

'' seminal fluid here, husband. bat this slut 's pussy. Look how wet she is ! return the minuscule squawk a exhaustive cunt-sucking to hold open her cark. I 'm going to bestride the slattern 's face and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunette 's lumbus were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the gumshoe tool fastened inside her mouth. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel trunk tray, lowering her pussy slowly until her sex engulfed the totality of the farseeing, thick shot. Sabrina began a steady regular recurrence, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's expression. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the pallid dominatrix as Damian knelt between her leg, his lingua flicking in earnest at Naya 's untried clitoris.

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

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded nerve bundle until Naya could only moan and thrash underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunette 's young teat.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could blab, snatch ? Lie there and let me use your side as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juice glistening on the cock in your oral cavity ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's moans intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her snatch with feverish despair. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's niggling clit until it was concentrated and engorged. Naya 's crotch began bucking upward into Damian 's nerve. She was so confining. She could palpate the culmination beckoning in her heart. Her loins rushed towards the stopping point line.

'' Not so fast, little cunt. Husband, give this horny bitch a taste of your cock. Stuff her pussy FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's human face. Naya groaned with letdown as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the prediction of what was to come next was like liquid flame coursing through her nervure, cunt and clit. This is torture, she thought. marvellous torture. Her soundbox 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 blade had felt stale against her skin at 1st, but with the unvarying friction and the soundbox warmth of the male and female collaborator controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lissom nakedness was sheened with stew, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the cock fastened inside Naya 's Thomas Young lip. Naya 's moan deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the body tray, pulled both of her branch up to expose her moist love channel. He inserted his manhood and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her soft sex.

The college scholarly person imagined Damian leaning into her, his cock plowing deeply into her pussy with his gaze fastened on the joining of their body. Naya imagined what it might take care like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's plunges down the artificial prick fastened to Naya 's face. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy scope 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 face of pleasure, giving and receiving over and over again. Fucked and being fucked.

This nonpareil of pleasure bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated genius, and she tried to keep a lid on the sexual climax inflorescence in her loins.

'' Do n't come yet, piddling cunt. Tell us what you want showtime ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you take ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's cock embedded between the seal of her pussy lips and she moaned. `` I…I love being dominated like this, fancy woman. I love your cock inside me at the Lapplander time Master. ``

'' Why, buckle down ? Tell us why or we catch here, and the joy ends, '' Damian said.

At last the 21-year-old sighed, her mammilla hard as thumb shroud, her pussy slick with its own succus. `` Because…to have two hoi polloi making me the center of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that ascendence over me, to me THAT is love, Master. I feel love when your cock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the cock in my mouth, making me feel like I 'm in the midriff of a violent storm of…of energy, giving pleasure as a lot as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't know what to call off it. Please, Master. Please, Mistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning look, making sure enough that he was still game to stay on. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in speedy succession, her juices coating the rubberized cock. At finally, with her nipples beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the unreal shaft, splashing it with her juices even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's sexual climax. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards exit. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the rubber pecker from the girl 's mouth. Sabrina took a dance step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute seat to the edge of the body tray, spreading her hip across-the-board as he penetrated her with animalistic readiness. His phallus pounded her, arduous and debauched, and Naya looked down at the prick stabbing into the crease of her sex, arousal jumping through her loin. Her nipples were hard as tiny infield, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an apex, his cock slamming between her wooden leg until he tensed, their bodies joined as his prick twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's head bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquidness warmth of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her sexual climax, Naya blinked back to a color of normalcy.

The naked Young woman heard only her rapid breathing, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his backtalk gently suckling on her breasts.

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

Is this what love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fulfill her illusion, no matter how dark and wrench. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender mania. Asking nothing in homecoming. His tongue gently stroked her Congress of Racial Equality, bringing her one last stab of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

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

Naya 's middling facial expression relaxed and she took a long moment to recollect. But there was aught to decide. She did n't want to go back to a human beings grey and colorless. A man without the vivid feelings she 'd just live. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders as he crushed her breasts against his chest, his limb encircling her and holding her tight.

What am I going to tell them ? Naya wondered. She had a family and ally who would n't infer. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebekah, 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 incorrect option in the past. Always thinking about what others want and never yourself. Denying who you are, Naya. Pretending the substantial you does n't survive. Naya was done with that. She promised herself that.

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 11

This is a misunderstanding. Oh god. This is a bad idea. I ca n't conceive I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could think as she felt Damian pull up in his scheme Viper, throwing it into car park in front of her late dormitory. It had been several months since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd called her roommate Rebecca early on a disastrous Monday morning those few month ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebecca had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

But what could Naya say ? She did n't know what to tell her friend. The one feeling of guilt trip she still wrestled with was leaving her friend behind. Severing that one relationship that had meant the world to her, even if it was n't always transparent.

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

The Naya who did n't need 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 lunation in the night sky. Even with the campus lighting, the human race seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you set up to do this ? ``

Damian gently squeezed her hand, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't have it away. There are butterflies in my abdomen. various plateful I think. ''

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

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

Now they were here and Damian planned to earn Rebecca an fling she could n't reject. They entered through the parking brake entrance at the back of the construction. somebody had illegally propped afford the threshold. They rushed up three flight of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a dark-skinned vest and jeans, looking like a bouncer in a nightclub. Naya wore a short lavender chick and tank top, a scarlet necklace around her neck opening - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the confessedly love who finally understood him.

Will I ever really infer the secret that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for sure, but she did know one thing. He was bluff, irregular, adventurous. And she loved him.

They finally came to the story with Rebecca 's residence hall. She did n't have a roomie. After Naya had dropped off the face of the earthly concern, 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, wiry football game player had a mop of blonde hair on his freehanded expression. His blue eyes were deadly dangerous at the moment, but normally they crinkled with boyish spell.

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

Jake grinned at Naya. `` Naya, your young man is one crazy son of a bitch, I 'll give him that. '' Naya still did n't know the caper. 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 sweetener in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the recess, listening to the warm interchange of conversation as a groggy Rebecca got awoken in the midriff of the night.

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

'' No time to explain, infant. We have to go - parking brake. Naya needs our help. appear, 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 room access in not much Sir Thomas More than her night shirt and pants. Naya and Damian waited until they 'd left and then quietly followed. Once they were on the highway, paving whirring underneath the Dodge Viper 's tire, Naya turned to Damian.

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

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

Naya crossed her weapons system, her facial nerve reflexion threatening storm cloud. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those times. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to conceive of what Rebecca might say when she learned the verity, lost in thought process with the night going by in a blur and headlights from former cars streaking like holy person past her window.

Finally they reached their destination, a mansion with tall alabaster columns fronting the holding. The the three estates was on a pitcher's mound, surrounded by wrought iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this topographic point. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three children were currently in residence. Daniel was a admirer of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't know was that Damian had all his passcodes and security system codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

'' Yes…you 'll chance out soon enough, '' he said, giving her a nictitation.

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

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

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't amusing. Why did you take us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunet looked feisty, pointing her finger angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her eternal sleep dress. Somehow she managed to look aphrodisiac though, the stage of her nipples poking through her sleep shirt.

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

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

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

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

Rebekah took it…reluctantly…like it might twist into a viper at any second and bite.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' For you to be what you truly are, Rebecca, '' Damian said simply. `` A hard worker. '' Rebecca stared open-mouthed as Damian told her what that meant, the very concept of it. The philosophical system behind it. Damian made a passionate literary argument that in striving for one thing above all else, she 'd sacrificed herself as a sexual being, as a mortal.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollars so that she could find the courageousness to leave behind her old life and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a interchangeable opportunity. Leave now, with your boyfriend Jake. Come live on the island with us. I own a low private island in the disconnect. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual fantasies that are the substance of who you really are. bring out a unlike form of life with different precedence. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a dependable thing for us, Becky. The serious of matter. With the money you can go back to school any time and end your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to vary our surroundings, take stock of where we 're at in our lives. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own little creation, internships, course, job covering across the country. THIS, though, would throw us a chance to notice who we are first, to educate our family relationship before going out into the domain. Damian is offering us a opportunity at sanctuary if we 're uncoerced to be at peace with some of our mysterious, maybe even dismal fantasies. sister, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-coated young charwoman looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her anger in baulk. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly penetrate her mind. She let out an discharge sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't consider this is even happening. Jake, take me home. I 'll catch some Z's on it and consider over this…this absolutely freaking insane whirl. It 's crazy, but I 'm leave to consider it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really suppose this is right wing for me ? ``

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

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

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

Damian joined in. `` I 'm afraid you have to decide tonight, Rebecca. If you want to come with us, you have to decide right now by starting to live 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 theatre with you being controlled. The shudder of possibly being discovered. I 've recreated that fantasy for you right here, right now. ``

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

'' The people who own this mansion are asleep in their sleeping accommodation upstairs. They might wake at any moment. They might amount down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house security measures, which means that you have two alternative : either leave, set off the alarm, and explain to the householder and police what just happened to you…getting your honorable friend and young man in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. meet your fantasy. Obey Jake 's mastery. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

The sexy college student looked at her young man, chewing on her tail lip.

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

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

There was a sudden clump, as of pace. Perhaps mortal up the stairs using the privy. The story creaked overhead.

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

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

Becky shuddered, her breathing a little labored as Jake continued to take in on her nipples and stroke her balmy sex.

'' Oh god, you 're so hot baby. I love feeling your viscous juice on my fingers. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a sigh. His straits came up for a kiss, and his lips swallowed up her lilt moan.

'' Say something, baby. distinguish me how much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his free hand gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to massage her bare back.

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

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

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and socks, standing defenseless in her natal day suit. lilliputian trickling streaks of kitty-cat juice glistened on the insides of her thighs where Jake 's finger's breadth had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a aphrodisiac goddess, standing fully raw, her creamy breasts and open sex inviting juicy fantasies of control and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, jeans, air sock and brake shoe, standing limber and bare until he sat on the edge of the hot tub. The weewee bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his legs in with a sigh.

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

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fancy of Rebecca 's. Each clock time Jake mentioned the aspect of someone discovering them, her center seemed to shine and Becky 's nipples had hardened like thumb tacking. The curly brunet finally stepped into the soothing, swirling waters of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's wooden leg.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebecca took Jake 's gibe in her refined fingers, gently pumping up and down his genus Phallus until a drop curtain of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the side of his vein-engorged humanness, tantalizing him with a easy touch sensation until her lingua swirled around the tip of his hammer.

Jake groaned, his physical structure going rigid with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his consistence had zapped itself to the tip of his peter, hungrily gathering up the wizard. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her oral cavity, slowly pumping her cheek down and then up, down and then up. The young man 's head went back, eyes conclusion in a delirious rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eager son of a bitch.

Damian turned to Naya, and the tone of arousal in Naya 's face was unmistakable. Naya 's oculus were glued to the unbelievable view .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in front of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's rooster, her hands pressing firmly against his hips.

The young man tried to choke his moan, grunting as he thrust his pelvis upward to spike Becky 's Pres Young 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 lip for several recollective irregular. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her lips dripping with strands of cum.

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

'' look at me, child. Uhhhh god, I want you so bad. Look at how much this cocks wants you, '' Jake growled. Becky pushed forward, rubbing her chest against his slimy manhood until her breasts glistened with the mingled fluids of Jake 's pre-cum and her own spittle.

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

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

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his stopcock between her cute lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until release seemed imminent. Jake clenched two hands in her hair, moving his bridge player up and down to help oneself eff her typeface with more potent plunges.

At lastly Becky came up off of that cock one more time, her Chin suspension with farsighted streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. Master has pile of cum, '' Becky said with a grinning. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her range him.

His cock, thick and ready, saluted Becky 's sick nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cunning petty adulteress ? The owner of this house might number any moment. hurry up and fuck me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering spirit as she positioned her pussy above his bellying cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining member. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the rhythm, her bitch engulfing his putz until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering motivation in her loins, her pussy wet now, as her best friend began to ride Jake 's peter.

'' Uhh…you by-blow. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to meet her downward piece of tail, joining their bodies until more pre-cum leaked between the seal of her cunt lip. It would n't be long now. Jake was make to explode.

Naya could n't watch this anymore. Her pussycat was an inferno of pauperism. 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 favorite 'accessories'from his satchel.

He approached her now, his wicked grinning making her legs go weakly as he reached underneath her skirt, fondling her horny clit. Naya was n't wearing panties.

'' Well, knuckle down ? Feeling a bit left out, are we ? '' he said huskily. Naya nodded, moaning as Damian plunged two finger's breadth into her soft sex, finger-fucking her house and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her aphrodisiacal ass grinding on Jake 's cock as the Lester Willis Young man moaned with conviction.

'' Yes, baby. Impale that hot pussy on my dick. YES. Faster, you little fornicatress. Harder, '' Jake growled, his hands reaching out to pinch Becky 's pink nipples, wresting a groan from her beautiful lips.

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark bare, every beautiful womanly curve revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather collar around her neck opening and then cuffed her hands behind her backrest. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his deal gripping her articulatio humeri firmly as he swiftly entered her warm slit from behind, plunging into the softness of her sex with an hearable slap, his sac smacking against the backs of her thighs with each pulverizing fucking.

The brown-haired lady friend moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his cock ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety case. Naya had to swear on Damian 's workforce to harbour 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 office over her. All Naya could do was push her hips back to meet his thrusts, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, fiddling puss. Move those hips. I 'm going to be intimate your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their bodies joining creating a staccato calendar method which added to the chorus line of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's duncical cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so hard. The arousing lot must cause sent the curly brunette over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an rapt wail as her puss gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his dick vanished into Becky 's close depth. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down for a ferocious kiss as his own orgasm poured through him, his seed surging into her tender insides.

The threshold to the terrace swung wide subject and a middle-aged man with piercing blue sky eyes and Thomas Gray tomentum outburst into the room. He was wearing only a night robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

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

'' Daniel, why howdy. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The proprietor of the house looked at the scene in front of him. A brunette with a leather collar around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's stopcock plowing her from behind. A curly-coated brunette sitting on a young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid cock slipped resign, totally sated. Becky looked appall, her jaw dropping as she realized Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the Whitney Moore Young Jr. man put his manus on her shoulders.

'' SSHHH. Do n't panic. It 's OK, baby. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the unit thing. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's tit with his teeth before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a cervid in headlamp, utterly wintry, until Jake 's care seemed to break the spell.

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a suspiration as arousal began to stool a probationary comeback, re-moistening her puss. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her lover 's shaft even as it started to point signs of heartiness again. `` Oh god, what 's damage with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could tell by the arousal in Becky 's eyes that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her tight, wet puss where it belonged.

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

Daniel threw up his manus in defeat. `` I know we have a standing organisation, Damian, but our arrangement is that you at least WARN me beforehand. My small fry are sleeping upstairs for the love of…ah hell on earth. '' Book of Daniel turned and left the patio. Damian gave Naya a blinking fully of mischief.

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

'' Yes, passe-partout. fuck my pussy. shtup this slave 's brains out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their center met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still bang me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the honorable champion you 've always been capable to trust ?'Those were the thoughts Naya almost wanted to ask, if the wiz Damian 's cock was assaulting her pussy with had n't derailed any attempt to talk in coherent conviction.

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to wager out her intimate fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her knocker, combined with the envelopment of stimulation and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her rose hip back, her cute buttocks slamming to meet Damian 's plunging cock as the second of extravasation came. His hands tightened on Naya 's shoulders, spirt after spirt of cum emptying into her uterus. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her superior for emptying his seed, her physical structure sagging with gratification as she felt his heat consume her.

epilogue

Some thing change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interesting dichotomy of the population as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her friend had learned to harness her sexual fantasies and use them as originative fuel to realise animation worth animation. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three month now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their inner selves - the intimate beings inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the humans in its peachy glow, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a giant pinko dildo whirring away in her pussy. Her ankles were tied to either side of meat of the horse, and her wrists were bound behind her backbone. She moaned with a nut gag in her sass as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the walls of her sex with century of tiny jest at jut along the entire length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples with his deceptively mild touch. `` Well, slave ? How does it palpate, that huge, hard safe 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 fancy involved.

Just across from Naya, Becky was a crazy female horse, her pallid openness straddling Jake 's dick. poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his ankles lashed to the story. His cock had a cock-ring at the root word, restricting the flow of blood, letting just enough origin rush to the tip of his prick to continue hard, but making it nearly unsufferable for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his dick with randy abandon, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

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

Becky 's spoken language was abrasive, but it was all just part of the illusion. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was volition to run this role, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake claim that function. Neither was justly or wrong. They were two office of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual intimacies and quirk in countless forms.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimulant assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her clitoris. His other hand cupped her sore breasts until she had no choice but to rave hard on that caoutchouc turncock, coating it with her juices and smell.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's snatch, over-sensitive from the recent orgasm, now felt every vibrating sensation from the embed turncock with three-base hit saturation as it impaled her slick sex.

All the spell Becky 's pussy tormented the cock of the man who loved her enough to be her hard worker. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy kiss on the rima oris. `` Mmm…yes, baby. roll in the hay me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry sang with sexual release, her purulent coating Jake 's cock with its gratifying feminine nectar.

master copy and buckle down, man and womanhood. This was a macrocosm where boundaries could be thrown aside, and hidden fancy explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to devolve on Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. Naya had no rue, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the history. Please broadcast me a remark to let me know what you thought ! This story resonates with thing that happened to me living in a sexually repressed society. Remember, always follow your ambition, the darker and kinkier the serious !

~Gaggedkitty