CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing brass of her roommate. It had n't been the get-go time she 'd seen Rebecca give her that feeling. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as deep as his picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her seemed cynical, the heart hard, almost low temperature, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at to the lowest degree a decennium her senior, but his lean aspect had somehow retained the charm of a much youthful man. Damian 's eyes were smoky grey. His figure was thick, and even under the dreary over-embellished dress shirt, muscles rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. adventuresome, open to possible action, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire enterpriser. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an evening and, if you play your carte right, Damian might just keep you for a while. offering : $ 2 million the first Night. toll negotiable after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might have called her petite from a distance, but she had obtrusive breaking ball and a body that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one utmost time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black clothes. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black tomentum that hung in wavy lushness a honest few in past her articulatio humeri. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the track team at Triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

The roomy behind her was like a flabby version of Naya. Rebecca 's short, curly hairsbreadth and mischievous eyes were always looking for the next prank to play. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online advertizement.

It was insane. Absolutely insane. Naya secretly agreed with her acquaintance '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 other things could materialise. It was n't exactly safe.

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few more month. Is this, like, some last dazed stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible grownup ? Because I promise you, there are less poor fish ways to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't have sex WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial killer whale for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to severalize her the Truth. That engineering science was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dream, not hers. Now that she was so close to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt empty. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her feel live. She did n't want to conceive about the futurity, at to the lowest degree not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an befog meeting place 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 Night of her biography, occur 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 giant picket Frisbee, the sleek, pitch blackness limousine pulled up to the bridle near her student residence. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curb with her, wearing a much to a lesser extent dressy jean and a cooler top. She gave her admirer a bye hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take tending of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. Understand ? '' Naya looked into her Friend 's come to eyes, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roommate. This was her best supporter, and she was touched how worry Rebekah was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupid. I promise to be thrifty. Love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing nighttime without me. Call that boyfriend you 've been pining for the last few twenty-four hours, '' she said with a grinning, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to founder her a puncher in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed driver opened the room access for Naya, and the college pupil got in before Rebecca could try advance vengeance. She waved at her friend as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and aim them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pins and acerate leaf. A light pelting began to precipitate, making the asphalt and edifice glisten with a timber Naya liked. It reminded her of thaumaturgy. Wow, what a corny thought. Do n't let your screaming meemies make you say something stupid tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dream she 'd harbored for a magic eve tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her best ? Would her honorable be even close to proficient enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to allay 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 dark man had a shaved head and looked like he could 've played in the national football league with no difficultness. But he did n't even react to Naya, just rolled up the partition windowpane and turned on some pleasant malarkey medicine that would 've drowned out any boost attempts at communicating.

Naya frowned. The first diminutive bit of'I told you so'crept into her straits, doing a remarkable rendition of Rebekah 's voice. As the minutes ticked by, still totally incognizant of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of instantaneously fear. Nearly 45 minutes passed before Naya was quick to be intimate on the partition and demand that 'Pierre'full stop the fomite and tell her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large storage warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limo eased out of the rain, pulling to a closure in a wide warehouse floor flooded with light.

The doorway opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the distance of the trip, my noblewoman. maestro 's rules of order were to not mouth to you until we arrived. '' The sudden warmth in the man 's middle 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 rows of beautiful young women. Many of them wore skimpy dresses, others wore pieces of greater elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the ornateness of the gowns and heaviness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look Sir Thomas More mature than their age.

Naya quietly let Pierre guide her over to join the line of anticipant young woman. She stood beside a blonde girlfriend in a shining red dress which had a single shoulder strap that wound behind and looped around the cervix, revealing two creamy articulatio humeri and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't jazz this would be a rival, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's early side was wearing a sparkly greenish tank top and opprobrious slackness embroidered with wrangle of bright beads. She turned with a critical look in her emerald eyes. `` A crud is still a crud, no matter how fine the garb, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged part on an forum line of credit. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the fair sex 's rudeness.

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

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to answer to that. '' She finally took in the detail of the blonde woman 's fount. Her fairly blue eyes were wide and devoid now, but here and now before they 'd been thin-skinned and sharp.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to see you, Claire. That dress looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own cleavage. Below the trim of the dress a typewriter ribbon of efflorescence flared across her torso, just highlighting her bosomy breast that much more. Claire gave Naya a rueful smile.

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

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant fingers along the silk passementerie of her gorgeous black dress. `` Damn, woman. This hugs your figure like the nightdress of a goddess. I 'm actually green-eyed. I may get points for brashness, but you 've got a lot more taste, '' 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 gravy holder.

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

A shiver ran up Naya 's spine. She remembered that the online ad had n't said anything about there just being ONE chosen daughter. What if Damian Cruceaux liked to birth more than one woman in his bed ? What if this mystical billionaire wanted Naya to do things 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 plate until now.

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

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

The two stood handwriting in mitt, talking to one another, trying to keep each other 's spirits up and distracted while more female child were dropped off for the strangest contest Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 offspring women in the warehouse. The constant pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the hush up conversations of the untested womanhood impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay room access, screeching to a halt, pennant fluttering with the corporate logotype of Cruceaux Industries unmistakable, the whole place fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed valet who had to be - without any dubiety - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its bright silver grey vest contrasting sharply against his two assistants'plain Edward White single, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the line of youth womanhood as if he had a decent to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gowns, his eyes seemed much less concerned about the strong-arm endowment fund of the womanhood he surveyed than about other qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to colour over segmentation almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the eyes of each lady friend he passed. He seemed to quantify her whole attitude 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 oar was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's mitt again as anxiousness wrenched at her heart. She realized her huge blunder, her body tensing in fear.

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

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

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde woman first, and then his piercing gaze set its passel on Naya. He seemed to footle on her glossy, midnight fuzz and the dark chocolate pools of her eyes. His centre gently caressed the slimness of her berm before looking her up and down again for good measurement. He settled on her face, and Naya tried to meet his regard. After a few irregular, she couldn't.

Her heart began to slide down as he began to move around away. But instead these Son came out of Damian 's mouth as he spoke to his two supporter.

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

Naya exchanged a quick glimpse with Claire, saw the triumph in her new supporter 's eyes. They had done it. They had passed the inaugural test. Claire leaned over, risking a whisper before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the night begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the urge to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather cushion opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glance that was less coarse and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the factory floor just minute earlier. The five o'clock shadow on his jaw gave him a rugged, grave look, complimented well by ash-gray eyes that missed nothing.

'' I do n't suppose I caught your gens, '' he said mildly as the bay threshold slid afford and the limousine lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

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

The young woman shared an ill at ease 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 mark she could n't quite place, and the challenge of figuring it out tormented her, but it also put her in an oddly playful mood.

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

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

The balance of the ride went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a piddling motion here and there. Many of the womanhood 's own questions were answered obliquely, with a deft acquisition at revealing only what he desired. Naya marveled at how he deflected even the most harmless questions - about his business, his travel, his retiring careers.

At conclusion, with the malarkey picking up and the rainwater pelting harder against the windshield methamphetamine, the limousine pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian eating house. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the glass windows revealed luxuriant tablecloths and vitreous silica merchandise which would 've looked worthy in most multimillion dollar house.

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

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

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

Soon Naya 's nerve was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an encroach upon army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so ladies who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her deal on either incline of her, a streak of self-aware awareness surfacing with a payback. She was aware of the ruby chandelier at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering black-market in the garb. She had been going for a effete facial expression, and judging from the way Damian 's center clung to her figure and rested on her side, she had succeeded.

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

To share a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a Nox of cacoethes and excess without regret ? That might have been the pulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first-class honours degree place, but it did n't sound so telling now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the tabular array sharpness, almost ashamed that she had no direct answer.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a girl with a one-dimensional personality. You 're a Lester Willis Young adult female looking for something more out of life. more than what order says you can be. Tell me I 'm wrong. ``

Naya let the silence engulf the tabular array between them before she could gather her nerve. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed capable to take hold of onto the more she focused on the profusion in Damian 's part.

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

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE right, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others opt my dreams for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to trust, just for one Night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a Dark Prince Charming. In a few month I 'll have my engineering degree. Probably a few months after that I 'll have financial independency. But that 's not happiness. It feels empty to me. I see my friends become absorbed in their own piddling worlds, obsessing on career 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 jeopardy of acceding to my whim and spending the night with a man you do n't even know ? ``

Naya took a gulp of air, feeling sudor pond on the gradient between her breasts. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to take away their order. After Damian ordered a chalk of red wine for them both, the waiter vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling gaze on the beautiful feminine target of his intent.

Naya tried to just be honest. `` Because you have mogul, because you clearly do n't care what people think. I admired your money plant when I first read the bill. I admired your bluntness, the world-be-damned philosophy I sensed behind the password in your ad. '' Naya could n't believe she was saying this. She sounded like another person, but it was truthful. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her acquaintance at church or with her parents.

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

'' Too early to tell, '' she whispered. `` But tell me this, '' she said, trying to recover. `` Why did you bring Claire ? Why raise her hopes up only to cruelly entrust her and then take me ? I do n't eff if I can honour a man who does something like that. ``

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

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

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

His conduct turned severe, though, even as that go sentence brought up alarming enquiry in Naya 's judgment.

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

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

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

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

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

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. carnival enough. I guess I do owe you a more direct answer about myself. Do you know why monogamousness is the in high spirits form of relationship ? ``

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

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two things in this world which matter to me more than anything else. green-eyed monster and loyalty. ``

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

'' I 've seen relationships ruined by jealousy - not just of other multitude, but of bare objective, of riches. Any time you have a relationship which is not foremost between two masses, green-eyed monster exists. It must subsist. It must always entrust one of the three wondering, 'Am I valued less ? Do the other two really take me ?'A man was made to be with one cleaning lady, and a cleaning woman with one man. ``

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

'' Yet they have, but do n't misunderstand me. I will do anything for the woman I love. If the woman I love asks me to take another woman to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man need her right wing in front of me, I could n't deny her even that. There is nothing I will not do for a woman, as long as her request does not come tainted by greed. '' The hard line of his jaw had melted into a wry grin. `` Of course, you probably find me an odd mix of traditional romantic fancy and affair more decadent, vague and forbidden. There are few woman who have ever understood me. The only one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I find the word 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to make you my Ilex paraguariensis, my submissive. I will be your Master, and you will be my Slave. ``

This terminology drew severe personal line of credit in Naya 's mind and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored glum phantasy. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a sea robber King, sometimes by a savage barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably appear silly to her booster, 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 warmth rushed to her cheek. She realized that both of his hands had invaded her slope of the table, gently grasping her radiocarpal joint.

'' How does this feel, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's ventilation had quickened. She was sure enough he could see the rapid rise and descent of her breasts under the skintight textile. The sweat along her eyebrow had to be obtrusive too. Her segmentation felt slick with sweat, and she wanted to anathemise her nervousness for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's eyes gleamed with victory. He slowly nodded. `` You are a uncommon cleaning woman, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to know exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the norm of lodge. Society is superficial and stagnant. I want you to feel alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - society 's belief be damned. Men and women think differently. We ARE unlike. fellowship forgets that. You, the female person, were made to be dominated by me, the male person. I will ask you to do things you may not want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and treasure you, but I will also attain you MINE. I will advertise you to the limits, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

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

'' Can you handle 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 end you. But if you go forward from here, the regulation change. I will not treat you with kid gloves. I will do by you as the slave you were meant to get. ``

Naya abruptly withdrew her hands, breaking his clutch. She flashed him a skanky smile. `` And just what are the rules, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, beau billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my case, division to attend. Preferably ON TIME. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his finger on the tabular array and took a sip of the fine red as the server brought out shell of lasagne and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` chip in me the weekend. If you decide to continue with me after that, you 'll quit your damn classes, take the $ 2 million I offered, and go my slave. ``

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

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

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

But the billionaire returned her noetic instruction with a carefully impassive formula. `` You tell me, female child. You are the one who said you were interested in something MORE than a one-night pedestal. That is what I now offer. So…what do you make up one's mind, Naya ? What would my cute and sexy girl choose ? ``

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that Word. Girlfriend. He said it like it was a dirty word. Like it implied acts she could barely conceive of. A thrill ran up her backbone, and a affectionateness surged between her branch. Naya, be careful. Do n't you remember Rebecca 's words ? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your lifespan do something that is rightful to who you are. Not the mortal you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's hefty and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

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

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would happen adjacent. I guess I was wrong, she realized not long after. The limo had come to beak them up, but this time it was a dissimilar driver who ushered them into the back backside. interior, Naya was surprised to see Claire and capital of South Dakota sitting side by side on the plush leather shock opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every motion 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 patch dealings seemed to slow everything to a front crawl, but the aggressive number one wood eventually got them to the main road, and soon they were leaving the city behind altogether.

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

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

'' A belittled secret airport I use every now and then. It 's a bit of a driving. We 've got some sentence, '' Damian said mildly.

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

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

'' slip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

'' strip show. Clothes off. Every iota. Now, Naya. I 'm not asking. ``

Naya felt her body go cold. A mo later, though, heat flooded her venous blood vessel. The thought of him seeing her completely naked tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a Edward Young woman and a man in a black tie. She looked over at the two of them, and her side must have shown her shock.

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

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making certainly this was existent. Damian nodded, and his hired man made an imperious gesture. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's unspoken rally of looks revealed that they had a bond beyond the simple employer-employee relationship. Pierre nodded and turned to Claire.

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

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to receive his. For a second she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the Edward Young blond slowly unbuttoned the spinal column of her dress, slipped give up of the sonant satin, and shimmied discharge of the rest of it. She was now in only a hopeful crimson bra and panty. adjacent she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric downfall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious hips, sliding them gracefully off of her ankle joint. The heels came off then, and there was naught but natal day lawsuit. Just womanly beaut, naked and unvarnished.

The naked blonde sat beside Pierre, her supple breasts displayed for the former three people in the limousine to look up to. The thatch of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to call a humans of delights.

'' open up your thighs a short wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her ramification opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, undefendable and exposed. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the plethora or sheer sexual rousing, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a look of triumph, like a person does when they 've just conquered a fear, and it gave Naya an incredible rush.

Before anything Thomas More could be done, Naya found her hands reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight attire. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed textile without too much difficulty, finally letting it flop to the side as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and knock scanty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's plush body. The blond 's pallid tegument and feminine bender were beautiful, simple as that.

There was n't anything to be ashamed of, was there ? Why should she be so reluctant to depict her lulu to this man who promised she could be his ? Why should she deal that he wanted her ravisher to be seen by others ? She finally quieted all the wrestling, guilt-infested warning in her mind and tried to take on the last plunge. She reached backward, touching her bra strap. Her fingers froze.

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

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

'' lodge has taught you to be ashamed of your own body. 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 psyche. Now do what I say. Take off what remains of your vesture. I would see the real you - a naked, pristine Naya, a striver of unrivaled dish. ``

As he said the Scripture, though, Damian gently did the study for her. He unclasped the bra shoulder strap, sliding the bra off to break her supple cones. He then slowly slid her step-in down her legs, all the way to her ankles, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the street corner, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her cute backside felt the assuredness leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her exposed twat lip. She felt a thrill of danger, of stimulation, and it was all both obnubilate and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's soundbox. 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 creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's knocker were maybe slightly larger, the nipples larger and more pronounced. Naya 's smooth belly with its belly-button ring added an alien allure beneath her grammatical tit, and the mesomorphic tonicity in her arm and ramification was unmistakable.

'' What do you think, Pierre ? Are these hard worker not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's berm, hugging her nakedness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a ballgame. Naya could n't conceive how sexually aware she felt. Every rub of his leg against her naked thigh…even through the fabric of his gasp - sent ace all the way to her loin. She had to consciously prevent her body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

But her tit were already hardened, a shameful game show for all to see. They did n't label her for it, though. She waited for a judgment of conviction that never came.

'' They are both recherche, lord. I can definitely address a spade a spade, '' Pierre said with a smiling. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her shoulder joint in a similar possessive posture. He went a step further, though, claiming her mouth with a tender kiss. Claire moaned, her mamilla beading too, and her nudity trembled as his mouth worked hers, her natural language responding. At close they came away from each other, sass parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, buckle down ? Put your oral fissure on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the black man 's leather bash, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his quag. Her graceful hands moved to slew down his pants and undergarments, letting a midst, long cock spring free.

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

Naya 's backtalk had gone dry, dry as a desert, but she tried. She watched as Claire slowly began licking the undersurface of Pierre 's dark shaft, starting at the stem, then moving all the way to the tip. The aphrodisiac blonde then swirled her tongue against the tip, ripping a slow groan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his tool, Master. She 's taking him in her backtalk, '' Naya whispered. Her pussy felt warmth. Surging hotness. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limousine. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her rima oris back and forth along Pierre 's humanity. There was a gentle, suckling calendar method, its sound soon apparent in the ground. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's member. The big man gently gathered up the blond 's golden hair into two clenched fists, groaning more deeply as she went to make for on him. Her brass bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her backtalk.

'' facial expression at me, slave. I want to see your optic as my cock fills your lip, '' capital of South Dakota ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his ray, her tongue caressing the length of his tool. She pumped her aspect back and Forth, the suckling audio intensifying until Pierre grasped her principal and gently forced her all the way down onto his private parts. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling speech sound as the fille bottomed out on his pubic hairsbreadth, her pry practically touching his privates.

After respective arcsecond, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with train of pre-cum drifting from her lips. She wiped them with her wrist and then began to puzzle out the English of his calamus, her hands tenderly pumping his manhood even as her spit laved his cock-head as if it were a delicacy.

Naya sat there in disbelief, her pubes wet with abominable desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dream. Instead, though, the Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman felt the appalling pinch of two fingers gently rubbing against her uncover button. Damian 's fingers. The man was tender but firm - and what began as gentle rubs soon became firm throw, stoking a fiery need that coursed through the brunette 's every nervure.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her titty heaved as he tormented her with the Delicious onslaught of tactual sensation. She unconsciously opened her stage wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her soft canal. She tried to hold open her optic focused on Claire slurping up and down that retentive, black cock. She watched as the cute blond impaled her oral fissure on the scape again, this clock time bottoming out on the dark slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, smart strands of gooey cum drifting from her rim. These she gathered with her fingerbreadth, licking them clear as if they were a sugary treat.

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

Claire was startled as the big man grasped her by the nape of the neck, leaning down to kiss her savagely. She groaned as the man 's other hand reached behind her well-proportioned behind, inserting a finger into her discover kitty-cat. Claire 's resulting moan made Naya 's pussycat nearly flood. Damian 's fingers had been tormenting her this entire time, and seeing her cuss slave being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you tactual sensation, Naya ? '' Suddenly the consecrate fingerbreadth stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's naked body. She thrummed with want, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to receive the billionaire 's touch.

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

'' You want to a greater extent, you 'll birth to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the Christian Bible hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his pants, slid them and his undergarment down to his stage. She paused a bit, admiring the fully package in her care. His thick, vein-bulging rooster was grueling for her, so expectant. She imagined the spirit of pauperization which must be surging through his whole body, the blood rushing to the length of his shaft.

She gently licked the tip of his pecker, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the jibe straining inside her lip. Her brim formed a sloshed'O'around it as she pumped her oral cavity up and down, bobbing up and down his shaft until she could hear his audible groan join those of Pierre.

This feeling of ascendancy she had over him, it made her feel incredibly awake. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a feverous chroma. clock time seemed to pass away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thigh, gripping so hard as her oral fissure bottomed out on his Phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep sucking me, cunning little puss. Impale that Henry Sweet short rima oris on my tool. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian animate being she 'd dreamed of in her fantasies than the tidy businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his light beam with her tongue, her teeth gently grazing his shaft as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her pretty backtalk. Before he could even regain though, the brunette had impaled her sass again, squeezing the face of his shaft with her tongue as she slurped like a selfless striver. Damian 's moan reached a crescendo. He gasped, his bridge player grasping her by the shoulders and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' open up your mouth, slave. OPEN ! '' he shouted. Naya 's oral fissure opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her breasts. Damian raised his humanity higher, the terminal serial publication of spirt covering her aspect and oral fissure. When he was at last fully spent, Damian lifted her back onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the playing period of emotions across her face as his custody fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new heights.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonized groan. She looked down at her cum-covered tit and felt the awkward cum on her face, its pungent scent filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her CORE - that quickly building puddle of desire so desperately demand waiver. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingers desperately, grinding her hips with fervidness. She did n't wish anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limousine on a main road, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender touch. She felt his finger cajole, batter and assault her clitoris in the most erotic touches she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's forefinger finger plunged into her sex, rubbing against the face of her love groove, piling one maven on top of the other until she could recoup it no more.

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

Naya 's moans plateaued, and her body climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. piece of tail me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his index fingerbreadth as she came hard, her juices flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender arms grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his undershirt as she felt herself riding out the sexual climax. Her au naturel, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing hush. Naya 's young face pressed against Damian 's articulatio humeri, her warm breaths panting against his neck.

She 'd lost all sense of prison term and knowingness. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some time before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big black man 's cock. The blond 's aphrodisiac buttocks bounced up and down on capital of South Dakota 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sexes joining filling the room with a perpetual rhythm.

Naya blushed, but she also felt completely sated, content. She curled into Damian 's weapons system, her headspring against his chest of drawers.

'' We will be at the airport soon, slave. Now get some ease. I will have new challenges for you once we arrive. '' Naya tried to stay awake, but her heart were profound. The whizz flitting by the limo 's window seemed to still her into unconsciousness. All she could opine was that none of it was literal.

Yet if that was honest, then why had her body never felt so alert ? She remembered his hand inside her soft heat energy and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his manhood between her pussy sass, impaling her damp heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a tool so stiff and filled with penury. Then she felt his hotness fill her insides, her optic snapping undetermined as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his chest, the drome terminus lights twinkling in the distance.

'Where is he taking us ?'she wondered. The possibilities were enough to ride 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 brass flushed. Damian gave her an lenient smirk. He leaned in, kissing her sticky rim.

'' Do not worry yourself, Naya. fourth dimension 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 lips and realized that she was. When she nodded, Damian retrieved a crank, used the dispenser which the limo was equipped with, and handed her a cold drink of piss. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her Master and put it in the cup holder.

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

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

Naya gave her Master a skeptical tone. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one fast fuck a little early on 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 word of honor, but Damian seemed to make for out the uncensored version of her, both the bad and the good.

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

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

'' It is metre, my ally. The planing machine is set up, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the doorway. `` What are you waiting for, Naya ? You go first. ``

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

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

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

She looked at Damian one more prison term. His oral fissure was set in a firm line. He was serious. drained sober. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to encounter her regard steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a cryptical, fortifying breath, Naya slipped out of the limousine and stood with her bare pes on the macadam. The breeze ruffled her pubic hair, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her mamilla into cold-sharpened astragal. She breathed in the fresh perfume of rainwater and pine tree trees. The drome was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his bridge player gently rubbing her lower vertebral column. `` What do you palpate, Naya ? pity ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your foreland. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nothing to fear. I own this airport. No one will dare judge you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the fear in his face. Just moments before he had looked irritated, stung by her harsh words about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her mettle ache just a trivial. She impulsively slipped her blazonry around his cervix, standing up on her tiptoes to have him a long, lingering kiss. He tasted of hiss for some reason, and her senses awakened, the rub of his vest along her breasts creating a enjoyable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male trajectory co-occurrence, their blue air waistcoat looking almost black in the night, materialized in front of the limo. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help express anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with difficulty, trying to keep the red from creeping onto her fount.

'' Please original. Ca n't you pass on me something to wear off ? ''

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such courage, Naya. Yet already your will waver and you let society 's brainwashing weirdy back in. I see I may need to be a niggling firmer with you. '' He gestured at Pierre, who retrieved something from the figurehead glove compartment of the limo. He handed Damian a bright couplet of atomic number 47 handcuffs, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her articulatio radiocarpea in front of her and then gently cupped the mound of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

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

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

Every stride felt alike torture to Naya. She felt corresponding chattel being paraded before a triumphant throng, even though the runway was virtually empty. A few airport personnel went about their duties, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to acknowledge Damian or his retinue. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the Saami way as Naya, but she hid her reverence better than the brunette. Pierre gestured her up the ramp first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the pace onto the plane.

The consequence she set substructure inside a surge of succor swept through her. She was given a seat beside Claire, and the two naked slave were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some unwieldiness, cleansing her face and chest with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to avail, break one's back ? '' The benignity in his eyes disarmed her even though she was wild at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmacadam like a captured slave girl brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the rancour to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an irritable look, but quietly nodded. With dexterous accident he wiped off the stickiness on her white meat, buttock, and elsewhere on her expression.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the waiting area country of the plane from the figurehead of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the type of sheet. She guessed it could seat 40-50 hoi polloi comfortably. It was definitely used for concern travel, and it was well stocked with potable of all kind - gin, whisky, rum, yield juices, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rarified moment of privacy.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how awkward she felt. Why did sitting naked next to person variety her ability to think or peach normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't earn sensory faculty, but the awkwardness was like a fog on all sides.

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

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

Claire nodded, an evil grin lighting up her jolly human face. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few expression your way. You had Damian like putty in your hired man. '' Sucking his prick, feeling the rip rushing through his manhood, my hands resting on the straining heftiness of his leg as he barely holds back with the desire to charge his crotch upward into my warm mouth. Naya shook the memory away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these wiz she could n't seem to control.

The Whitney Young blonde looked at her champion, gently patting her paw. `` I think he adores you, you know. At first I was so pissed off, when Pierre told me that I was to be HIS engagement, 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 Lapp affair. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so for certain. I 've already managed to say some stupid things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave submissive lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two human beings, the liberated mortal I want to be and the soul whose body I 'm cohere in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't bang how to be that with all these adverse feelings telling me that what we 're doing is incorrectly. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a ignominious tie and business coat placed her pocketbook just out of arm 's reach.

The aphrodisiacal 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 dresser, pushing her backward, forcing her head against the head restraint.

'' What are you doing, break one's back ? ''

Naya looked at the pocketbook again. Her smartphone, on vibrate, was ringing tacky and exculpated, jostling against the other supplement in her bag. `` I need to answer that. That 'll be my roommate Rebekah. She 's probably calling to check on me. I should answer, tell her I 'm okeh and that I wo n't be back tomorrow. ``

'' Did I say you could have telephone privileges, break one's back ? '' Damian 's middle peaked in interest. A stifled grin could n't conceal the wittiness in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

'' Please…Master. '' She 'd almost forgotten to shout out him that. `` passe-partout, let me serve. ''

'' 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 foray out of his tux, frock gasp, and polished black place. He was soon naked before her, his torso rippling with sinew that she 'd suspected had been there from the consequence she first saw his ikon.

Naya felt her heart and soul inundation with rousing as he lay back on the couch, his turncock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll earn you a deal, slave. semen here and hop on me. Fuck me. hinge on this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her identification number and put the sound to your ear. You can tell apart your roomie that everything 's fine then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. accord ? ``

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

So why are your mamilla hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that tiny articulation scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her pussy all the way through her dresser and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her fundament and walked across the gangway. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his defenseless form until his cock pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, thick and ready for her…and it made her blood run hot.

'' I…Master, please let me call. Then I 'll fuck you. I promise. '' Why did the idea of talking to Rebekah while in such a compromising attitude terrify her ? Naya 's heart was racing like it wanted to break out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hands cupped one of her bosom, squeezing just enough to intensify the sensation until it wrested a moan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please sea captain. ``

'' You heard my offering, Naya. withdraw it or lead it. This will be the last chance to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either call in her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading smell. She wondered how many other womanhood had given him that same dire pleading reflexion, and been refused any mercy in comeback. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in daze at the sensation of pain amalgamate with pleasure.

'' severalize me what you are feeling, slave. Why do you waffle ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your awe holding you back. Not me. '' Those intelligence seemed to get through her vindication, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she talk to Rebecca now ? What made making honey to Damian, writhing on top of his cock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some ignominious mystical ? The horny brunette licked her lips and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entrance to her sex, then eased herself down the first inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her legs 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 dream to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness gathering between her leg. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and Forth River on his rigid penis, more and more of it wedged its way deep.

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

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

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to suit yours, captain. 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 twat rim.

Claire was watching intently, her eyes glued to the scene. When Naya noticed her observation she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive feel of pity and instead plunged her moistness heat harder onto her lover '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 better to gently catch and torment Naya 's young tit and chest. Reluctantly he pulled his deal away from the well-sculpted cone cell and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

Damian keyed it in, went to the contacts lean, dialed Rebecca. He held the headphone to Naya 's ear even as she rode his peter with legal tender, loving pumps. She sighed, biting her lip as the vocalization on the former end spoke up, edged with panic.

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been worried vomit ! I heard from a Quaker, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her SISTER had responded to that same ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a whole serail of women to choose from, that he picked two out of the crowd at a storage warehouse down by the bob district and just whisked them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

'' I 'm ... ok Rebecca. '' She stifled a groan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging regard told her to 'keep fucking .'This was part of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl appearance, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated shaft. The easygoing friction of his pecker 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 ticket. ``

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

'' Look, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The other girl was needed for, for something else. He chose ME, Rebecca. He chose to pass the even with me. After…uh…after dinner party he offered me the prospect to stay the whole weekend with him. I said yes. ``

'' Naya, what 's legal injury ? Why are you groaning ? Are you hurt ? I hope you realize how bat-shit crazy this all speech sound. Do you really want me to trust that you 're going to be sharing Damian Cruceaux 's bed tonight ? That this billionaire, of all the aphrodisiac women in the world, picks you to be his playmate for a Nox ? ``

'' Would that be so wrong ? '' Naya said, surprised at the spate of anger her roommate 's statement 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 things he ca n't surrender. I 'm certain he gets women a dime a dozen, truelove. I do n't think you should fuck a guy like that, no matter how rich he is. ``

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

'' Just evidence me this. severalize me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her best friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the tonus of apologia in her voice. She half considered hanging up on her admirer. It would function her right to take a crap her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd sent worms of guilt threading through her thoughts.

The brunet almost lost it when Damian put his free bridge player against her pubic haircloth, his finger gliding across her clit, stroking and demanding a reply. Naya opened her mouth to let out a wordless moan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call you Mon morning. I 'm fine, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't worry about me. '' The instant Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned loud and clear, her succus dripping onto his pecker. She humped his humanness harder, the soft rocking of her trunk weight moving back and forth with animalistic readiness.

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

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

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eyes oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a luck to answer. `` cum here, young woman. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian thrust his peter upward, flinging his pelvic arch ferociously to fill up her completely. She shuddered as his justify hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the bound. She felt herself go into spasms, her succus coating every inch of his set member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

The planer began to travel, 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 manacle.

'' Hold on besotted, little puss. save fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her hands to grip the back of the lounge. She groaned as his pelvis jab upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting modification of slant, her pinna nearly popping as they made the raise. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttocks, ramming herself down to join them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's engorged prick.

Damian cupped her titty gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, buckle down. You are much more to me than a fuck. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you trip the light fantastic on my cock. '' He lay back, his helping hand slipping up to her shoulders, massaging them as the second of climax tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his name as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his penis twitch inside her again and again and again.

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

She cupped his side in her hands, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I entrust you ? '' she asked. That interrogative sentence - reliance - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't want to let herself become vulnerable to person with his variety of superpower, soul who could always stimulate 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 minute. 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 turn of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the couch, draping a cover over her raw form. `` Rest for the remainder of the night, slave. I will fare check on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the accompaniment if you should need anything, anything at all. '' He turned to take the air away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' Master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay put. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender expression, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the book binding with her. The sofa 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 lovingness, his muscled arm draped over her breasts, his hint warm on her neck. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black fuzz until they spilled like fine strands of silk down the early side of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her cervix softly, closed his eye, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

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

There was a fierce ache in her thorax. Is this what love feel like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had compaction before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A clandestine grin slid over her cheek and she snuck one eye candid. There was a couch across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making fully use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hands and genu, her hands on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from behind. She had a leather shoe collar around her neck attached to a Ag III. capital of South Dakota pulled on it just a little, forcing Claire 's neck higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to slam dance that hot slit back to conform to each of my fucks. Now screwing me, little bitch. I want to feel you encase every inch of my cock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a short fierce than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's tastes were unlike than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's unattackable personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

She watched, fearfulness surging through her header. Should she arouse Damian ? Had he ever needed to discipline one of his employees who 'd gone too far ? Naya watched as the slender blonde moaned, pushing her cute buttocks backward as the slap of two sexes 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 pharyngeal growling was almost brute rather than feminine, and Claire 's breasts shook with the force of Pierre 's drive. Seeing the huge black man dwarfing her lithe, feminine manikin was a strange dividing line. If Naya did n't recognise full, she 'd almost wonder if capital of South Dakota would split up her fragile, naked dead body at any second. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard Pierre 's interpreter suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, slave ? Is this the phantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with hard, powerful passado, but it was the youthful blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those poking, begging him to holler her names that made Naya blush.

capital of South Dakota stilled, one bridge player still jerking the leash back, the other hand gently slapping the firm buttocks cheeks at his disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the force, the speech rhythm of their conjugation. `` What do you trust for, slave ? state me what you feel or I wo n't move another muscle. talk to me. ``

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

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

The Revelation of Saint John the Divine appeared in Claire 's vivid blue angel eyes. She sighed, her husky answer unmistakable. `` Eat out my pussycat, Master. Please. ``

It took only that simple request, and the formerly ascendant Master had pulled out his humanness, knelt behind the slender Brigham Young blonde, and began to lick tenderly at her kitty-cat. His clapper stroke, sucks, and salt lick were joined by osculation and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the bulwark of her cunt between knife picture. Claire moaned, her hired hand gripping the armrest of the white-furred lounge as if her life was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The girl 's haircloth was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth as Claire 's head whipped exit and right, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your taste more than anything in the world, '' Pierre growled, his tongue eating out her now sopping wet cunt. In a few more seconds, with his knife firmly stroking her love epithelial duct, Naya watched as Claire squealed a powerful orgasm, her body shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's strong arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the daughter from flying over the precipice.

Many long mo later the exhausted girl sighed, begging capital of South Dakota. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' capital of South Dakota obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her sate pussy, fucking her with zeal, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the leash once again, growling in the moment of culmination. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid member. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt lips, staining the frame cushions, but professional and slave did n't care.

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

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

'' I would do anything for you, bunny-rabbit. You are my Claire. You are my wanted hard worker. ``

Pierre 's words were so cockamamy that at first 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 flout. lodge would 've called it hedonistic emptiness. Yet the sensations she 'd mat up here had given her more enjoyment, made her smell more accepted, than any party her acquaintance from church had ever dragged her to. These hoi polloi were not 'normal'by the standards she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? More to the point, it seemed a right thing to Naya.

For the commencement time ever, she did n't finger the need to obscure. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even watch over another couple make love almost right hand 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 good unrecognised. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most void.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright light seeped underneath the screen, and Naya awoke with a start, realizing that she was on a comfortable bed. She was naked still, her carpus and ankles bound to the bedposts. rout like that she felt both helpless and live. She looked down, feeling a strange adept pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal prong had also been carefully inserted into her puckered hole. The device now buzzed in her pussy and ass, creating sensations she did n't know were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bonds.

A threshold opened and footsteps sounded like susurration on the rug. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like grimace with its five o'clock shadow loomed over her. He looked down at her with tenderness. He gently stroked his deal along the brunette 's nerve.

'' Good morning, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight of stairs I gave you a minuscule something extra to make you slumber. This is my variation of an alarum 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 stimulant. Her breast were crowned with indicate short garden pink nipples, arousal swamping her inwardness. She could find herself trembling from the summit of her finger's breadth all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute lips, making her moans all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to take the arctic glob gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it FEEL slave ? You 're focusing on what you think is veracious or wrong because of society 's rules. It 's supposedly ill-gotten, to have something in that internal space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that sensation in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jolts of movement with the ribbed shafts within her pussy and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to moan as Damian began stroking her clitoris, looking down at her heaving chest. He watched her eyes nearly of all, his regard penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her body curve upward, the double incursion forcing an orgasm from her youth feminine core.

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

'' What is your body telling you, slave ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't make assumptions. Do n't ask what you SHOULD feel. Tell me how you ACTUALLY experience. Do you empathize ? ``

Naya licked her lips, the orgasm rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her pussy and anus seemingly with a one hundred rubbing every second. `` Please, Master…stroke me. contact me. ``

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her mind and body reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her sexual love television channel and ass intensified, and her sec orgasm torus through her with as a great deal dominance as the first of all. The worn out girl lay on the bed for two more cycles of build-ups and orgasms before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her sated feminine body.

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

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves pleasance. To give it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his nude body over hers, inserting his cock between her cunt lips, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their body as one. Her quiet oink belied the want surging through her snatch. The joy of having his peter fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lips, her lingua tussling with his as moans sang from her throat.

You were right, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, Master. I would even commit you with my center. These were the fruition flashing through the girl 's idea. Naya had finally discovered a new sentience of self, and she would never be the same.

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance wheel. `` A gentleman does n't unwrap his secrets. But if you must know…Cruceaux diligence is primarily interest in pharmaceutic. Our prized drug is a harmless quiescency pill without side core. I may or may not take slipped one into your drinking last Night. It takes a few minute to consume effect, but once it does… ''

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

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

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

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pool. Continuing the impromptu term of enlistment, he led the bare untried woman through an entryway beside a sliding glass door and into a shower down fit for any five-star hotel. The standing exhibitioner had a heavy, ornate golden nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a dipsomaniac waterfall of fond water onto his hair's-breadth and face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the exhibitioner swirled around her haircloth and shoulders, cascading down her spinal column. The flush body of water felt like a balm on her well-sexed dead body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the same time. Her body ached, but in a goodness way, and she 'd pose enough eternal sleep. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those lyric, a sudden slammer of cuff around each wrist left her firmly attached to the vertical pipe that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to move with the grace of a panther, effectively chaining her to the shower wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

The young brunette felt a thrill of fear tingle against her scalp. She felt her legs go weak, and her trunk felt overpower with foreplay. He was starting to tap into her illusion 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 cascade before cuffing her. Now she stood raw in the shower, the hot water sluicing against her glistening breast, streaming down her belly and leaving spangly 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 water against her neck and scalp. But time ticked by. here and now and minutes passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get itchy, Damian strode in carrying a duffel bag bag. He was still unclothed, his body gleaming with the wetness of his speedy rinse in the shower.

He turned off the shower first and then toweled off her gorgeous body. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breasts and crotch. She did it to tempt him, and it seemed to run judging from the way his rooster guessing up, expectant and rigid.

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

'' Do you find anything interesting about the manacle, buckle down ? ``

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

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

'' These cling to your sexy tits, slave. I 'm going to contribute them an electric electrical shock. Have you ever experienced the intense superstar of electricity though your more medium parts, Naya ? There are few things I can equate it to. ``

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

'' organism punished, '' Damian finished her sentence, his look clipped. `` And you must learn that not all thoroughly matter come from delight. Some good thing must be had through pain sensation. '' He donned some protective boxing glove, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridges along its length. He carefully slipped the sheath over his prolonged manhood and gently approached her from bottom. In one mitt he 'd piece up a small box with a dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's mammilla were connected to the battery-powered box.

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

Naya shook her head, but her oculus took on a plead look. `` Please, Master. Do n't penalize me. I 'll be dependable. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading word. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The prediction was sending her sex drive into overload. She looked down at his thick, unbending putz enmeshed in the protective case, the tiny ridges covering every column inch of his cock.

If he puts that affair inside me, I 'm going to palpate it, Naya realized. Those bumps and ridges would rub against her pussy in a thousand tormenting slipway.

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

There was a zing of annoyance now shooting through her pap, but not the kind of pain that created a shutdown of sense impression. Just the reverse. The tingling in her breasts made the rest of her dead body more aware. Her face, torso, legs, and even feet thrummed with heightened predisposition.

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

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

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nucha of her neck opening. His devoid hand grazed against her clit, spurring fresh pauperization through her pubic region. `` If you do n't conduct, maybe I 'll attach one of my snip to this disobedient little pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his mouth sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

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

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

'' Did I say you could kiss me, little cunt ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her grimace forward, giving her a playful slap on each butt cheek. He lined up his sheathed humanness and gripped her around the waistline, forcing her cute keister backward and upward, exposing her twat for maximum incursion.

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathed dick between her cunt lips, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her soft transmission channel until groans escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the electroshock box sent tantalizing fit of vigor through her too-sensitive nipple.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it detriment, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the timber of painful sensation. Instead it had the colouring of pleasure, of pain in the neck bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her hired man pressed against the shower paries tile as the gator clips continued to shoot electric stimulation into her sylphlike cone shape.

'' UHHH…please Master. please no Sir Thomas More ! '' Naya begged, but it was a funny type of plea lacking genuine desire. She wanted this incredible belief igniting her core, sending her torso into a tier of awareness she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the fantasy, letting the journeying usher her. The au naturel girl let out a wordless coo of pleasance as Damian gripped her waistline with one mitt, the box in his other clenched fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless moan of pain-induced ecstasy as his shaft pounded her pie-eyed wetness, filling her again and again and again. The tantalization along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on flack, and the girl was a soaking stack, her lumbus screaming for release.

The immature charwoman felt that throbbing cock gibe into the wet folds of her sex. All thought of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of motive consume her. The room was now filled with the gentle slap of Damian 's egg against her thighs and the proceed moan ripped from her throat by the electroconvulsive therapy stimuli.

'' Your cunt grips my cock well, knuckle down. Do you finger the electroshock surging through those sexy pap ? Hmm ? Tell me what you feel, slave. I want every contingent. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those word of honor, his tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from arse.

The Cy Young brunet tried to organise coherent thought.

'' Do not be inane, slave. I do n't need a inane mate. I want a real fair sex - one who knows her fancy, her deepest secrets and desires, no matter how dark, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, small cunt, or it all stoppage NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that incredible sensation in her boob, of that cock filling her pussy, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her tail backward, impaling her dampness heat on the sheathed manhood of her Master.

'' No…please Master. I 'll tell you. I 'll tell you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from behind, when you were asleep on the woodworking plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, professional. It made me start to think matter, to picture certain….scenarios… ''

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

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

'' Yes, maestro. I…I love the texture of the condom on your pecker. Every time you go through me, it makes me palpate so good. Your apoplexy make me feel loved, passe-partout. Each clock time you fuck me is like the everlasting kiss. ``

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

'' No, Master ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't control 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 import, sending her writhing as her nipple flared to biography. The tingling sensations lingered, making her breasts ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to lie with her, punish her, his cock filling her tight cunt as the electroshocks sent moving ridge after wave of stimuli through her breasts and into her very core. She could n't bring it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a fiend ? But how did awakening this dark fantasy within her become his flaw ? Had n't this being lying in her soulfulness, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest electroshock therapy zapped her nipples, and the phallus battering through her pussy sent her over the edge. The slender brunette clenched her slit around Damian 's stopcock, flooding it with her gluey nectar and scent. It took what seemed eternity before her agonized, happily sated dead body could at hold up tip against the shower pipe.

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

The Whitney Young char sank to the storey, her ramification 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 glossa. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual osculation, his helping hand cupping her beautiful face.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired grinning. `` Master, this striver considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another easygoing and sensual joining of mouth. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the taste sensation of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hand.

'' Would you like a tour of the rest of the sign of the zodiac and the surroundings ? '' he asked, smoky-grey middle filled with thoroughly humor.

Naya nodded, gratefully accepted the help up until she stood on wobbling legs. `` 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 regeneration, and Naya let out a traumatize small gasp.

'' down, boy ! Does he ever lay off ? '' she said, her hand curling around the base of his penis.

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The marvelous tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calves were burning. It had been a in force workout, though, and she had seen enough opulence to fulfil respective HGTV episodes. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an entire 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 pool, playing cheat with Damian, a soft breeze ruffled her long, silken hair.

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

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

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

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

Damian 's response surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the chess board to break her a sweet-smelling, simple-minded kiss. His potent taste lingered on her tongue. She did n't want it to go away.

'' You 're clever, slave. I 'll own to hold on my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive aspect, waited for him to make water his next motility, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a fork maneuver that cost him his queen before putting him in checkmate.

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

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

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

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

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

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

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his hands gently around her carpus. `` Tell me one to a greater extent fantasy, Naya. One more, to varnish this bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my entirely married person, my striver who I would cherish above all else. ``

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

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

But she did regain the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of control - intense illusion where a cleaning lady controlled HER, dominated her, in very much the same ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her genuine love. The blue Prince Charming. Her cryptic fantasy had always involved both constituent, and she 'd never told a soulfulness. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both hands on Naya 's thin berm, and then gently caressed the little girl 's weapon as he looked her in the eyes, refusing to let her glance away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something ignominious for you to keep hush-hush. Tell me, my lovely slave. severalize me and I can make it literal. ``

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

The young womanhood threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad thought, Naya. He 'll never love you once you tell him the truth. But in no time at all his silhouette blocked the open room access. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his cauterize helping hand stroking her hair. And it felt respectable. So good.

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

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

Those tidings finally gave her the strength. She slowly revealed to him the most alarm secret, the most disgraceful revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't check a smile. He did n't falter for a arcsecond from the concerned, brace expression that told her how he cared. He promised to enclothe her fantasy in flesh and make it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the moonshine filtering between the bars of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather choker around her throat etched with silver gray marker. Two thong of rope bound her radiocarpal joint to the head of the cold, unstained sword body tray on which she 's been spread-eagle. Her wooden leg were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to stick completely still.

'' That 's right, bitch. Don't motion. We 've captured you. My hubby and I, we like to grab trivial strumpet like you who wander too far from household. Your OURS, slave. We own your little cunt. I 'm going to initiate you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and good Friend. Sabrina Thompson was a sexy redhead with pleasant-tasting curve ball, full-of-the-moon bosom, and a deceptively angelic, vernal brass. She had originally applied to be a flight of stairs meeter on Damian 's common soldier jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more significant talents. Her ability to rub down away pain, to bring around people 's liveliness, had made Damian eventually decide to hire her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's preference for woman had meant that any amorous relationship was out of the question, Damian still kept in trace with her…and knew to predict on her when an employee came to him with a fantasy involving female-on-female stimulation. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd told Naya that, and to Naya 's jar she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a rubber eraser cock in her mouth, its level facing upward. The recollective, pink tool had wickedly abrasive rows of excrescence to raise feminine pleasance, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasance to another female, and the thought sent her pussy into a dripping-wet body politic of arousal.

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

'' Come here, hubby. thrash this slut 's puss. search how wet she is ! Give the little bitch a thorough cunt-sucking to hold her distracted. I 'm going to mount the slut 's face and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunet 's loins were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the rubber turncock fastened inside her mouth. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the blade trunk tray, lowering her twat slowly until her sex engulfed the entireness of the long, thick shaft. Sabrina began a unwavering rhythm, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's face. The unseasoned cleaning lady moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the sick dominatrix as Damian knelt between her legs, his tongue flicking in earnest at Naya 's Edward Young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her coxa twitching as Damian lapped at her cunt. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her heat down on the yearn rubberized phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that kitty-cat 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 stopcock - that made Naya 's pap harden. It made her groan and her pussy gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded spunk package until Naya could only groan and thrash underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunette 's Loretta Young pap.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could spill, cunt ? Lie there and let me use your face as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juices glistening on the tool in your mouthpiece ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's moan intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussy with feverish desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's picayune clit until it was severely and engorged. Naya 's crotch began bucking upward into Damian 's grimace. She was so close up. She could feel the climax beckoning in her core. Her lumbus rushed towards the finish line.

'' Not so fast, little cunt. husband, throw this horny bitch a taste of your cock. hooey her pussy FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's lingua withdrew, but the prediction of what was to come next was like liquidness flame coursing through her vein, snatch and button. This is twisting, she thought. Wonderful torture. Her physical structure hummed with desire, unbearable rousing. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to demise as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her ankles, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless steel body tray. The cold steel had felt cold against her skin at first, but with the constant friction and the consistency heat of the male and female married person controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lithesome nakedness was sheened with fret, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the cock fastened inside Naya 's young mouth. Naya 's groan deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to expose her moist love channel. He inserted his manhood and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her soft sex.

The college scholar imagined Damian inclination into her, his cock plowing deeply into her pussy with his gaze fastened on the joining of their physical structure. Naya imagined what it might look like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's plunge down the unreal cock fastened to Naya 's expression. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy reach fruition in her nous. She imagined herself - this helpless female captive taken by a brutal wife and husband…

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

This ideal of pleasure bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated brain, and she tried to prevent a lid on the coming blossoming in her loins.

'' Do n't fall yet, minuscule cunt. Tell us what you want low ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you demand ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's cock embedded between the seal of her pussy lips and she moaned. `` I…I love being dominated like this, Mistress. I love your turncock inside me at the Same metre schoolmaster. ``

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

At utmost the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as quarter round sheet, her pussy slick with its own juices. `` Because…to have two people making me the center of all tending, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control over me, to me THAT is love, Master. I feel love when your hammer surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's snatch engulfs the tool in my mouth, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a 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 it. Please, superior. Please, schoolmarm, do n't discontinue, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning look, making sure that he was still plot to proceed. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasance. She pumped her sex in rapid chronological succession, her juices coating the rubber cock. At last, with her mammilla beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the hokey cock, splashing it with her succus even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's orgasm. Her puss clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards sack. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the rubber cock from the lady friend 's mouth. Sabrina took a step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute tooshie to the edge of the organic structure tray, spreading her hips wide as he penetrated her with animalistic readiness. His genus Phallus pounded her, hard and fasting, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the flexure of her sex, arousal jumping through her loins. Her mammilla were hard as tiny rhomb, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's oink reached an apex, his cock slamming between her legs until he tensed, their consistency joined as his rooster twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's head bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid lovingness of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her sexual climax, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

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

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

Is this what lovemaking is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fulfill her fantasy, no topic how iniquity and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender passion. Asking nothing in return. His tongue gently stroked her core, bringing her one live on twinge of pleasance before he withdrew.

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

'' wellspring, Naya ? Will you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my mate, my striver. I will accomplish whatever fantasies you desire and protect you. My substance is yours to be crushed or to be made all by you alone. One question now. Do you accept ? ``

Naya 's moderately case relaxed and she took a retentive moment to consider. But there was nothing to decide. She did n't want to go back to a world grey and colorless. A macrocosm without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her brim 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 secern them ? Naya wondered. She had a family and booster who would n't understand. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebecca, the easily friend she had in the reality. But she could n't do for Naya what Damian had. She had never known Naya on a layer this confidant, and could n't really. Maybe this is best for everyone, Naya thought.

No ! barricade it ! That 's not why you 're doing this. That's how you 've always made the wrong choices in the past. Always thinking about what others want and never yourself. Denying who you are, Naya. Pretending the real you does n't exist. 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 moon day ahead of us, and then the weekend is over. Do you commemorate our concord ? ``

Naya gave him a shy grin. `` Yes, victor. I will leave the macrocosm behind to be with you. ``

'' No, Naya. You leave the world behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her back talk as their lips joined once More, sealing a attachment between Master and buckle down never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad estimate. I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could think as she felt Damian pull up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into Park in straw man of her former dormitory. It had been several calendar month since her weekend tryst with Damian. She 'd telephone her roommate Rebecca early on a calamitous Monday morning those few months 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 separate her Quaker. The one spirit of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her protagonist behind. Severing that one human relationship that had meant the humankind 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 robust billionaire 's Corinthian bunny girl ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail content. The trauma and scorn in his voice had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would assume her parents time to do to grips with the real Naya.

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

Clouds obscured the moonlight in the night sky. Even with the campus inflammation, the world seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you fix to do this ? ``

Damian gently squeezed her bridge player, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't know. There are butterfly in my tum. Several platefuls I think. ''

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

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

Now they were here and Damian planned to get to Rebecca an whirl she could n't turn down. They entered through the emergency entrance at the cover of the edifice. individual had illegally propped afford the door. They rushed up three flights of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a dark vest and denim, looking like a chucker-out in a nightclub. Naya wore a short lavender skirt and armored combat vehicle top, a ruby necklace around her cervix - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the true love who finally understood him.

Will I ever really understand the closed book that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for indisputable, but she did have sex one thing. He was boldface, irregular, adventurous. And she loved him.

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his handwriting. The gymnastic, stringy football game participant had a mop of blond haircloth on his handsome facial expression. His amobarbital sodium eyes were deadly serious at the mo, but normally they crinkled with boyish charm.

'' That 's me. Hey Naya. It 's so goodness 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 back out, Jake. If we 're going to do this, though, I think we need you with us. ``

Jake grinned at Naya. `` Naya, your boyfriend is one demented son of a squawk, I 'll afford him that. '' Naya still did n't have sex the romp. 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 enticement in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the nook, listening to the spry interchange of conversation as a groggy Rebecca got awoken in the middle of the dark.

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

'' No time to excuse, baby. We have to go - emergency brake. Naya needs our assistant. Look, I 'll try to excuse on the way. My car 's sitting out-of-door. We have to go. ``

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

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

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

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

Finally they reached their address, a mansion with tall oriental alabaster columns fronting the property. The the three estates was on a pitcher's mound, surrounded by wrought iron fence and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this plaza. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three children were currently in residence. Book of Daniel was a supporter of Damian 's, but what Book of the Prophet Daniel did n't know was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

Damian was about to take a huge gamble, but then again, billionaires could open to be speculative. Damian grinned and Naya gave him an odd look.

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

They parked the Viper, entered through the front doorway, and Damian re-engaged the security department arrangement behind them. He led Naya through a maze of dissimilar hall and elbow room until they came out onto an open patio with a large, spacious hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a caper it is n't funny. Why did you pick out us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-coated brunet looked touchy, pointing her finger angrily at her swain even as she stood in her sleep apparel. Somehow she managed to look sexy though, the compass point 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 Rebecca knew what was happening. The curly-haired girl almost broke into rent for a second, squeezing Naya right on back.

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

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

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

'' Pleased to meet you I guess. '' But her expression said the opponent. Damian was the man who had taken her safe admirer away from her. Rebekah did n't fuck that she agreed with the liberate lifestyle Damian seemed to advocate. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the by respective months, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

Rebekah turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to spread her arms wide and say, `` attend, 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 life, a serious aliveness, and I want you to have it too. That 's why we 're all here. To arrive at you an whirl. ``

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

Jake nodded. `` Yeah, sister. 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 component of your life sentence. Our relationship. I think this is the best matter for both of us. ``

The curly-haired offspring 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, Rebekah, '' Damian said simply. `` A hard worker. '' Rebecca stared open-mouthed as Damian told her what that meant, the very conception of it. The ism behind it. Damian made a passionate argument that in striving for one affair above all else, she 'd give herself as a sexual being, as a mortal.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollars so that she could determine the braveness to leave alone her old life history and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a alike chance. leave now, with your swain Jake. seed live on the island with us. I own a small private island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual fancy that are the core of who you really are. come across a dissimilar kind of life sentence with dissimilar priority. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good matter for us, Becky. The outdo of things. With the money you can go back to school any time and end your arcdegree. But right now, we need this. We need to change our milieu, take pedigree 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 fiddling universe, internships, course, job applications across the body politic. THIS, though, would give us a chance to find out who we are first, to develop our family relationship before going out into the human beings. Damian is offering us a chance at sanctuary if we 're leave to be at peace with some of our deepest, maybe even non-white fantasies. Baby, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired Thomas Young woman looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her anger in verification. Jake and Damian 's Word of God seemed to slowly infiltrate her judgement. She let out an eat sigh.

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

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

Becky shook her promontory. `` I…I just do n't have sex. I ca n't believe you guys actually did this to me. I do n't even know where we are. Whose family is this ? spirit, 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 up me nursing home. ``

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

Damian joined in. `` I 'm afraid you have to settle tonight, Rebecca. If you want to come in with us, you have to determine right now by starting to inhabit out those fantasies you 've always refused to admit. Now Jake told me that one of your fantasies was having sex in another person 's theater with you being controlled. The charge of possibly being discovered. I 've recreated that fancy for you right here, right now. ``

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

'' The multitude who own this house are asleep in their chamber upstairs. They might stir up at any moment. They might come down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house security, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the alarm system, and explain to the homeowners and police what just happened to you…getting your sound friend and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. fulfil your fantasy. Obey Jake 's commands. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

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

'' I…this is weirdo. ``

Naya came over, gently interlocking her hand with Rebecca 's, squeezing it comfortingly. `` It seems so at offset, sweetie…but if you just go with it, you 'll be amazed. It 's liberating. It 's exemption. We love you, Becky. Why are you afraid ? What 's so shivery about your best protagonist being here with you, helping you create a fantasy so that you can make eff to your boyfriend ? 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 thump, as of footsteps. Perhaps someone upstairs using the lavatory. The floor creaked overhead.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's tick, Rebecca. You may not give birth very much metre either. It sounds like one of the people upstairs is stirring. cook your alternative. ``

Naya watched, stimulation seething in her line of descent. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's human face flush with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best admirer, slipping the shirt over Beckys foreland. Bra-less, Becky 's teat glistened in the Moon as the clouds receded. Her breasts were shining, perfect cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a fiddling when Jake slipped a handwriting under the waistband of her pants, stroking her vernal clit.

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

'' Oh god, you 're so hot infant. I love feeling your sticky juice on my digit. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a sigh. His fountainhead came up for a buss, and his lips swallowed up her swingy moan.

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

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

'' You can ! '' Jake growled. `` Shut up and make your pants off ! '' he said, control now cresting in the feeling of his interpreter.

The curly-coated cutie took off her pant and socks, standing naked in her birthday suit. petty trickling streaks of pussy juice glistened on the interior of her thighs where Jake 's fingers had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully defenseless, her creamy breasts and unfold sex inviting naughty fancy of ascendency and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, jean, air-sleeve and shoes, standing limber and au naturel until he sat on the edge of the hot tub. The water supply bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his legs in with a suspiration.

'' ejaculate here, baby. Get your fine ass in there and draw my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his stretch peter, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you need the possessor catching us here, having sex in his household ? Every minute that ticks by we might be discovered, baby. semen here ! Get your mouth on me, and be speedy about it. ``

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

Naya and Damian watched as Rebecca took Jake 's diaphysis in her graceful fingerbreadth, gently pumping up and down his genus Phallus until a drop of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the side of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a easy touch until her spit swirled around the tip of his shaft.

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

Damian turned to Naya, and the look of arousal in Naya 's face was unmistakable. Naya 's eye were glued to the incredible view .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in presence of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's cock, her mitt pressing firmly against his hips.

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

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

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' cry me captain, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a mo, but then she let the words form in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his cock between her cunning lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until expiration seemed close at hand. Jake clinch two hands in her hair, moving his hands up and down to serve fuck her face with more potent plunges.

At survive Becky came up off of that cock one more time, her chin hanging with long current of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. Master has circle of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His stopcock, midst and set up, saluted Becky 's pallid desolation. `` What are you waiting for, my cunning piffling slut ? The owner of this house might hail any second. precipitation up and eff me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her puss above his bulbous cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to make the rhythm, her bitch engulfing his beam of light until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering need in her loins, her pussy wet now, as her best Friend began to bait Jake 's cock.

'' Uhh…you bastard. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his fork upward to meet her downward nooky, joining their bodies until more than pre-cum leaked between the seal of her slit lip. It would n't be long now. Jake was gear up to explode.

Naya could n't learn this anymore. Her kitty was an the pits of need. Dripping-wet with its own juices. She turned to Damian, who had just stripped out of his clothes and drawn out a few of his favorite 'accessories'from his satchel.

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

'' well, slave ? Feeling a bit left out, are we ? '' he said huskily. Naya nodded, moaning as Damian plunged two fingerbreadth 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 youth man moaned with conviction.

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

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark naked, every beautiful womanly bender revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather collar around her neck and then cuffed her hired man behind her dorsum. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his hands gripping her shoulder firmly as he swiftly entered her warm dent from behind, plunging into the softness of her sex with an audible slap, his sac smacking against the spinal column of her thighs with each pulverizing nooky.

The dark-haired girl moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his cock ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety cocktail dress. Naya had to rely on Damian 's workforce to hold her shoulders and keep her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had complete might over her. All Naya could do was push her coxa back to meet his poking, helping him have it away her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, minuscule snatch. Move those hips. I 'm going to fuck your mind out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their consistence joining creating a staccato cycle which added to the Greek chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's heavyset cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so hard. The arousing sight must have sent the curly brunet over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic lamentation as her kitty gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's squiffy depth. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down feather for a ferocious kiss as his own orgasm poured through him, his seed surging into her fond insides.

The door to the patio swung wide outdoors and a middle-aged man with piercing downcast eyes and grey-haired pilus fit into the room. He was wearing only a Night robe, and his optic widened in shock.

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

'' Book of Daniel, why how-do-you-do. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the house looked at the scene in nominal head of him. A brunette with a leather leash around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's tool plowing her from rear. A curly-haired brunette sitting on a Danton True Young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid peter slipped free, totally sated. Becky looked horrify, her jaw dropping as she realized Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the young man put his hands on her shoulders.

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

'' I…oh god…this is so eldritch, '' Becky said with a sigh as arousal began to make a tentative comeback, re-moistening her cunt. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her buff 's stopcock even as it started to designate signs of dynamism again. `` Oh god, what 's wrong with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could state by the arousal in Becky 's eyes that she longed to put Jake 's turncock right back inside her plastered, wet bitch where it belonged.

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

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

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

'' Yes, overlord. Fuck my pussy. Fuck this slave 's mind out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their eyes met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still jazz me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the right friend you 've always been able to trust ?'Those were the thoughts Naya almost wanted to ask, if the champion Damian 's turncock was assaulting her cunt with had n't derailed any attempt to speak in coherent condemnation.

The inconceivable had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to play out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her chest, combined with the envelopment of arousal and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her hips back, her cute buttocks slamming to gather Damian 's plunging hammer as the bit of eruption came. His hands tightened on Naya 's shoulder, spurt after jet of cum emptying into her uterus. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her headmaster for emptying his seed, her body sagging with expiation as she felt his hotness consume her.

epilogue

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interesting dichotomy of the universe as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her friend had learned to draw rein her sexual fantasies and use them as originative fuel to defecate life worth living. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three months now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their inside self - the intimate existence inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the world in its peachy glow, Naya found herself straddling a wooden buck, a giant star pink dildo whirring away in her bitch. Her ankles were tied to either side of the horse, and her wrists were bound behind her back. She moaned with a ball gag in her back talk as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the walls of her sex with century of flyspeck blackguard protrusions along the integral length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples with his deceptively soft touch. `` Well, slave ? How does it feel, that vast, hard rubber turncock 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 lawful fancy involved.

Just across from Naya, Becky was a wild mare, her pale nakedness straddling Jake 's cock. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his ankles lashed to the floor. His putz had a cock-ring at the base, restricting the flow rate of line, letting just enough line rush to the tip of his cock to stay hard, but making it nearly out of the question for him to descend. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his cock with aroused unconstraint, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. screw me. You call this fucking ? '' she sang, her slit slurping up and down his cock, her pussy brim forming a closely seal along his quill. `` I want to feel your cock-head in my womb, damn it. Fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless dick. ''

Becky 's language was coarse, but it was all just part of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was willing to play this role, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake read that role. Neither was rightfield or improper. They were two function of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual intimacies and oddness in countless forms.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock background to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimuli assaulting her kitty even as he stroked her button. His other hand cupped her sensible chest until she had no pick but to gush hard on that rubber turncock, coating it with her juices and aroma.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's pussy, over-sensitive from the Holocene climax, now felt every vibrating sense from the embed cock with triad intensity as it impaled her silky sex.

All the while Becky 's pussy tormented the putz of the man who loved her enough to be her hard worker. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a boggy kiss on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, infant. screwing me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's hallucinating cry sang with intimate release, her kitty coating Jake 's pecker with its perfumed womanly nectar.

sea captain and slave, man and cleaning lady. This was a world where boundaries could be thrown aside, and blot out fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to ride Jake 's straining dick, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them complimentary. Naya had no sorrow, only promises of a future tense where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the report. Please transport me a comment to let me fuck what you thought ! This history resonates with affair that happened to me living in a sexually repressed society. Remember, always espouse your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty