CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing side of her roommate. It had n't been the first time she 'd seen Rebekah founder her that look. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mystical as his moving-picture show suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The boldness staring back at her seem cynical, the middle hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too practically. He was at to the lowest degree a decade her senior, but his lean face had somehow retained the charm of a much younger man. Damian 's eyes were smoky Second Earl Grey. His figure was compact, and even under the dark imperial frock shirt, muscles rippled.

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

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

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might have called her petite from a distance, but she had detectable bend and a body that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one lastly fourth dimension, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black attire. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black hair's-breadth that hung in wavy luxuriance a full few inch past her shoulder joint. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the track squad at Triton University. She was also a fourth-year studying engineering.

The roomy behind her was like a softer variant of Naya. Rebecca 's short, curly hair and mischievous eyes were always looking for the next trick to play. But now they were unusually good, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online advertisement.

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

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

Naya wanted to severalise her the truth. That engineering science was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dreaming, not hers. Now that she was so close to achieving it, she did n't finger elated or even encouraged…she felt abandon. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her feel awake. She did n't want to think about the future, at least not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an obscure forum had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. Crazy or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to have what she hoped might be the night of her life, descend 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 elephantine pale Frisbee, the sleek, black limousine pulled up to the bridle near her residence hall. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the kerb with her, wearing a much less dressy jeans and a armored combat vehicle top. She gave her friend a goodbye hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take care of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. realize ? '' Naya looked into her admirer 's touch on oculus, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roommate. This was her considerably friend, and she was touched how disturbed Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not unintelligent. I promise to be deliberate. making love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. Call that boyfriend you 've been pining for the concluding few 24-hour interval, '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to present her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed driver opened the threshold for Naya, and the college scholarly person got in before Rebekah could seek further retribution. She waved at her Friend as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on fall and needles. A light rain began to light, making the asphalt and building glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of illusion. Wow, what a corny view. Do n't let your jitters make you say something stupid tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dream she 'd harbored for a wizard evening tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her proficient ? Would her best be even close to serious enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to relieve the tensity by making small talk.

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the number one wood. She had caught the name 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking black man had a shaved head and looked like he could 've played in the subject Football conference with no difficulty. But he did n't even reply to Naya, just rolled up the divider window and turned on some pleasant jazz medicine that would 've drowned out any further endeavor at communicating.

Naya frowned. The first tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a remarkable rendition of Rebecca 's vocalisation. As the min ticked by, still totally incognizant of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of outright fear. Nearly 45 mo passed before Naya was fix to bang on the divider and demand that 'Pierre'stop the vehicle and tell her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a turgid warehouse with a bay sliding undefended, and the limo eased out of the rain, pulling to a stop in a wide storage warehouse flooring flooded with light.

The door opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a cultivated nod. `` Forgive the distance of the stumble, my peeress. schoolmaster 's purchase order were to not mouth to you until we arrived. '' The sudden warmth in the man 's eyes did a lot to resettle Naya 's spunk, 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 garb, others wore musical composition of cracking elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the grandiloquence of the gowns and heaviness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look more mature than their age.

Naya quietly let Pierre take her over to unite the line of gravid miss. She stood beside a blonde daughter in a bright red dress which had a I strap that wound behind and looped around the neck opening, revealing two creamy shoulder joint and quite a little of cleavage. Oops. I did n't know this would be a challenger, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A carrottop on Naya 's other incline was wearing a scintillant viridity tank car top and pitch-black slackness embroidered with rows of bright beads. She turned with a critical looking at in her emerald middle. `` A filth is still a crud, no matter how alright the wearing apparel, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged part on an assembly blood line. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the woman 's rudeness.

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

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't have it off quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the detail of the blonde womanhood 's side. Her pretty blue eyes were broad and innocent now, but moments before they 'd been feisty and shrill.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to meet you, Claire. That dress looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own segmentation. Below the clipping of the dress a ribbon of flowers flared across her torso, just highlighting her sonsie chest that much more. Claire gave Naya a rueful smile.

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

'' What 's it made out of ? '' Naya said, unconsciously rubbing the cloth between her digit. Too latterly she realized that maybe she was being too familiar with Claire and just a bit assuming, but the blonde daughter smiled and seemed to enjoy Naya 's honorable interest.

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant digit along the silk trim of her gorgeous black dress. `` hoot, cleaning woman. This hugs your flesh like the nightie of a goddess. I 'm actually overjealous. I may get dot for flashiness, but you 've got a lot Thomas More taste, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this palpable, straightaway connection, and gave her paw a wring. `` 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 a lot ; they were both in the same gravy holder.

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

A shiver ran up Naya 's pricker. She remembered that the online ad had n't said anything about there just being ONE chosen little girl. What if Damian Cruceaux liked to let more than one woman in his bed ? What if this mystic 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 home base until now.

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

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

The two stood manus in hand, talking to one another, trying to hold back each other 's spirits up and distracted while more girlfriend were dropped off for the foreign competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 young charwoman in the warehouse. The constant pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the new women impatiently waiting. When a disgraceful limo zoomed through the bay doorway, screeching to a hitch, pennants fluttering with the incorporated logo of Cruceaux Industries plain, the completely plaza fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed valet de chambre who had to be - without any doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its hopeful atomic number 47 undershirt contrasting sharply against his two help'plain white I, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the stock of young cleaning lady as if he had a rightfulness to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking nightie, his eyes seemed much less concerned about the forcible talent of the women he surveyed than about early caliber.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to colour over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to seem penetratingly into the eyes of each little girl he passed. He seemed to appraise her whole stance rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her center. She realized her huge blunder, her trunk tensing in fear.

Claire had to want to look her sexy best in front end of Cruceaux, and now she had a girl she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a terrified little sis. Naya was mortified. But it was too deep to withdraw. Damian had already swept down the aisle to survey them, and his eyes had already taken keen bank bill of their joined hands.

What was Claire thinking ? Naya imagined that the blonde woman was ferocious 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 charwoman first, and then his piercing regard set its sights on Naya. He seemed to lounge on her lustrous, midnight hair and the dark drinking chocolate pools of her eyes. His oculus gently caressed the slimness of her shoulder joint before looking her up and down again for good measure. He settled on her face, and Naya tried to assemble his gaze. After a few indorsement, she couldn't.

Her heart began to sink as he began to turn away. But instead these run-in came out of Damian 's mouthpiece as he spoke to his two assistants.

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

Naya exchanged a quick glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new friend 's middle. They had done it. They had passed the first base mental testing. 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 harsh and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the factory floor just min earlier. The five o'clock trace on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous look, complimented well by ash-grey middle that missed nothing.

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

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

'' A joy to meet you both. I want you to love, that no matter how this evening transpires, you two are quite special. I wouldn't have asked you to come if I thought otherwise. ``

The young lady shared an uneasy tone. 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 stress she could n't quite plaza, and the challenge of figuring it out tormented her, but it also put her in an oddly playful mood.

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

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

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

At final stage, with the wind picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windshield glass, the limo pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian eating house. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the mesa behind the glass windows revealed luxuriant tablecloths and crystallization merchandise which would 've looked suitable in virtually multimillion dollar mansions.

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

'' Forgive me, my lady. You have other plans for the Night. I see the disappointment on your face, but do not judge the eve until it 's over. I would not have brought you this far only to abandon you. '' The huge, muscle-bound black man sounded almost gallant, and his center twinkled at Claire in a way that sent rip haste to her cheeks. Even Naya could see that.

Pierre closed the room access on Claire, proceeded to see them to the restaurant entrance and gave his employer a spanking nod before retreating into the rain-washed night.

Soon Naya 's philia was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading U. S. Army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so ladies who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her hired man on either side of her, a streak of self-aware sentience surfacing with a vengeance. She was aware of the ruby pendant at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering disastrous in the garb. She had been going for a decadent look, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her shape and rested on her face, she had succeeded.

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

To share a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a night of Passion of Christ and excessiveness without regret ? That might have been the nerve impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the offset position, but it did n't voice so telling now. In fact, it made her seem downright shoal. She gripped the table border, almost ashamed that she had no take aim resolution.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a miss with a one-dimensional personality. You 're a young woman looking for something more out of lifetime. to a greater extent than what society says you can be. order me I 'm damage. ``

Naya let the silence engulf the table between them before she could gather her spunk. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed able to grab onto the more than she focused on the fullness in Damian 's voice.

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

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE mightily, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my dreaming 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 months I 'll have got my engineering science degree. Probably a few months after that I 'll have financial independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels abandon to me. I see my friends become absorbed in their own short human beings, obsessing on calling and leaving everyone else behind. That 's not what I want to be. That 's not who I am. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Too other to state, '' she whispered. `` But tell me this, '' she said, trying to recuperate. `` Why did you bring Claire ? Why raise her hopes up only to cruelly leave alone her and then hold me ? I do n't know if I can prise a man who does something like that. ``

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

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

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

His demeanor turned grievous, though, even as that finis sentence brought up alarming inquiry in Naya 's mind.

'' The truth is a lot more mundane than you would believe, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like category to me. Pierre has been with me for various years, but has yet to find the right charwoman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's right-hand, Naya - I was playing matchmaker this evening. capital of South Dakota trusted me to choose. I 'm a goodness justice of chemistry. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an intimate dinner party not unlike this one. ``

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

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

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

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the luscious end up saltation on her palate for a few second base before responding. `` Well, can you pick a young lady for getting certain estimation after you 've put her in a lineup with 100 other sexed-up cleaning lady ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. Fair enough. I guess I do owe you a more head solution about myself. Do you make love why monogamy is the highest soma of human relationship ? ``

Naya shook her head and withdrew her handwriting. That damnably gratifying touch of his hand rubbing her arm was making it difficult to remember straight.

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two thing in this world which matter to me Sir Thomas More than anything else. Jealousy and allegiance. ``

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

'' I 've seen relationships ruined by jealousy - not just of former hoi polloi, but of mere physical object, of wealth. Any clip you have a relationship which is not foremost between two people, green-eyed monster exists. It must be. It must always go out one of the three wondering, 'Am I valued less ? Do the former two really need me ?'A man was made to be with one womanhood, and a woman with one man. ``

The brunette 's chocolate-hued centre widened in pretend stupor. `` Those are DEFINITELY not the words I expected to do out of the mouth of Damian Cruceaux. ''

'' Yet they have, but do n't misinterpret me. I will do anything for the adult female I love. If the woman I love asks me to take away another adult female to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man take her right in forepart of me, I could n't refuse 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 difficult line of his jaw had melted into a wry grin. `` Of course, you probably detect me an odd mix of traditional romanticistic fancy and things more decadent, shadowy and prohibited. There are few women who have ever understood me. The only one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my bosom. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I find the watchword 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to make you my mate, my submissive. I will be your superior, and you will be my Slave. ``

This language drew severe assembly line in Naya 's judgement and marrow - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored blue fancy. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a buccaneer baron, sometimes by a savage tyke, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasy would probably seem silly to her friend, and many people would be horrified. But there were material to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a striver ? ``

Naya nodded, and the warmth rushed to her boldness. She realized that both of his hands had invaded her side of the tabular array, gently grasping her wrist.

'' How does this spirit, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's respiration had quickened. She was indisputable he could see the rapid acclivity and gloam of her white meat under the skintight fabric. The stew along her hilltop had to be obtrusive too. Her cleavage felt guileful with lather, and she wanted to beshrew her nerves for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's heart gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare womanhood, Naya. I would care you to be mine, but I want you to know exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the norms of order. social club is superficial and stagnant. I want you to feel awake, to be what you were truly meant to be - society 's beliefs be damned. Men and charwoman think differently. We ARE unlike. company forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do matter you may not desire to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and cherish you, but I will also nominate you MINE. I will labor you to the terminus ad quem, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His hired hand still gently clasped her wrists. Even that tame horizontal surface 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 stop you. But if you go forward from here, the dominion change. I will not process you with kid gloves. I will process you as the striver you were meant to suit. ``

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

Damian Cruceaux tapped his finger on the table and took a sip of the fine red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagne and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` chip in me the weekend. If you decide to ride out with me after that, you 'll quit your tinker's dam classes, take the $ 2 million I offered, and become my striver. ``

Naya took a gulp of her wine, swirling the beautiful red liquid in the fine quartz glass deoxyephedrine, watching and imagining it was origin. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the not bad Damian Cruceaux is not the man to domesticise me ? What then ? ``

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

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 stick around with you for two dark and waive all that well-to-do money ? ``

But the billionaire returned her rational statement with a carefully unexpressive verbal expression. `` You tell me, girl. You are the one who said you were occupy in something MORE than a one-night stand. That is what I now offer. So…what do you adjudicate, Naya ? What would my cute and sexy girlfriend choose ? ``

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that word. lady friend. He said it like it was a dirty password. Like it implied acts she could barely conceive of. A quiver ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be careful. Do n't you recall Rebecca 's discussion ? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girlfriend. For once in your life do something that is true to who you are. Not the soul you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's respectable and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

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

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would happen next. I guess I was damage, she realized not long after. The limo had come to pick them up, but this time it was a different driver who ushered them into the back seat. Inside, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting slope by side on the plush leather shock opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every movement had the easygoing limberness of a panther. He casually put an arm about her as the driver gunned the limousine into the rain-soaked night.

For a piece dealings seemed to slow everything to a Australian crawl, but the aggressive device driver eventually got them to the main road, and soon they were leaving the urban center behind altogether.

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

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

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

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

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

'' flight strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her body go cold. A bit later, though, heat energy flooded her vena. 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 young woman and a man in a tuxedo. She looked over at the two of them, and her face must have shown her shock.

Claire 's middle had widened with some amazement of her own, but she kept repose. capital of South Dakota just looked impassively at Naya, his eyes neutral rather than judging.

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making for sure this was real. Damian nodded, and his helping hand made an imperious gesture. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's wordless central of tone revealed that they had a adhesion beyond the simple employer-employee relationship. Pierre nodded and turned to Claire.

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

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to meet his. For a moment she did n't locomote, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the Thomas Young blonde slowly unbuttoned the dorsum of her dress, slipped free people of the cushy satin, and shimmied resign of the rest of it. She was now in only a brightly ruby bra and panty. Next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious rosehip, sliding them gracefully off of her mortise joint. The heels came off then, and there was nothing but natal day suit of clothes. Just feminine smasher, naked and plain.

The naked blond sat beside Pierre, her supple breasts displayed for the early three masses in the limousine to admire. The thatched roof of pubic hairsbreadth enshrouding her sex seemed to promise a worldly concern of delights.

'' Open your thighs a piddling wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her pegleg opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, open and endanger. Her dead body was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or sheer sexual rousing, Naya was n't certain. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a look of victory, like a person does when they 've just conquered a fear, and it gave Naya an incredible rush.

Before anything more could be done, Naya found her custody reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed textile without too much trouble, finally letting it flop to the side of meat as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and pinko pantie. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush body. The blonde 's pale skin and feminine curve were beautiful, dim-witted as that.

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

'' Does it facilitate, Naya ? Seeing your fellow slave naked before you ? Does it give you courage ? When you answer me, call me Master. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to take off your clothes as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without touch of mercifulness. But you must show me you are trying. Are you giving this your substantially drive, Naya ? ``

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

'' bon ton 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 matter in your nous. Now do what I say. get hold of off what remains of your clothing. I would see the real you - a bare, pristine Naya, a slave of unrivaled beauty. ``

As he said the words, though, Damian gently did the work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to unwrap her supple strobile. He then slowly slid her panty down her legs, all the way to her ankles, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the corner, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her giving birth. Her cute butt felt the aplomb leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her discover slit lips. She felt a quiver of peril, of arousal, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's organic structure. 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 shadiness darker than the soupiness of Claire 's. Claire 's chest were maybe slightly tumid, the pap orotund and more pronounced. Naya 's polish belly with its belly-button halo added an alien allurement beneath her grammatical chest, and the hefty musical note in her arms and legs was unmistakable.

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

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

'' They are both exquisite, master. I can definitely hollo a spade a nigra, '' Pierre said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm arrival around her berm in a similar possessive position. He went a step further, though, claiming her oral cavity with a ship's boat kiss. Claire moaned, her mamilla beading too, and her nakedness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At last they came away from each former, lips parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my rooster, slave ? Put your mouth on my manhood, '' capital of South Dakota said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the black man 's leather belt, slid it off of his shank, and greedily unzipped his slack water. Her refined hand moved to slide down his pants and unmentionable, letting a midst, recollective stopcock fountain free.

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

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

'' She 's sucking his tool, Master. She 's taking him in her mouth, '' Naya whispered. Her purulent felt warmth. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouth back and Forth River along Pierre 's manhood. There was a gentle, suckling calendar method, its sound soon unmistakable in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blond slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blond 's aureate hair's-breadth into two clench clenched fist, groaning Sir Thomas More deeply as she went to work on him. Her look bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her brim.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my cock fills your oral cavity, '' capital of South Dakota ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his shaft, her clapper caressing the length of his peter. She pumped her face back and forth, the suckling sounds intensifying until Pierre grasped her head and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the girl bottomed out on his pubic hair, her nose practically touching his genital organ.

After several endorsement, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with strings of pre-cum drifting from her rim. She wiped them with her wrist joint and then began to lick the incline of his gibe, her hand tenderly pumping his manhood even as her tongue laved his cock-head as if it were a daintiness.

Naya sat there in disbelief, her loins wet with painful desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dream. Instead, though, the young woman felt the appalling tactual sensation of two fingers gently rubbing against her bring out clitoris. Damian 's digit. The man was attender but firm - and what began as docile rubs soon became firm throw, stoking a fiery need that coursed through the brunette 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her breasts heaved as he tormented her with the pleasant-tasting attack of touch. She unconsciously opened her leg wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her easy TV channel. She tried to save her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that long, melanise cock. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her mouth on the cock again, this time bottoming out on the coloured slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, fresh strands of gooey cum drifting from her sassing. These she gathered with her finger's breadth, licking them clean as if they were a sugary treat.

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

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

'' What are you feeling, Naya ? '' Suddenly the blessed digit stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's bare body. She thrummed with need, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to conform to the billionaire 's tactual sensation.

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

'' You want more, you 'll stimulate to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the words hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired female child slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his knickers, slid them and his undergarment down to his branch. She paused a bit, admiring the full package in her tending. His thick, vein-bulging dick was hard for her, so expectant. She imagined the feeling of pauperism which must be surging through his whole body, the blood rushing to the length of his peter.

She gently licked the tip of his cock, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the shaft straining inside her mouth. Her back talk formed a cockeyed'O'around it as she pumped her mouth up and down, bobbing up and down his dick until she could hear his hearable groans join those of Pierre.

This feeling of ascendancy she had over him, it made her feel incredibly alert. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her rima oris up and down with a febrile intensity. Time seemed to fall away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's nude second joint, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his genus Phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep suction me, cute short cunt. Impale that sweet little mouth on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the savage creature she 'd dreamed of in her illusion than the respectable man of affairs he was.

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

'' afford your mouth, slave. OPEN ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her chest. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final serial of spurts covering her facial expression and rima oris. When he was at last fully spent, Damian lifted her spine onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the play of emotions across her face as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new meridian.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonize moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the sticky cum on her face, its pungent perfume filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the pit in her core - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately needing waiver. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his digit desperately, grinding her rosehip with fervour. She did n't handle anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two former people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously pinnace contact. She felt his finger's breadth cajole, batsman and assault her clit in the most titillating touches she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's index fingerbreadth plunged into her sex, rubbing against the sides of her honey transmission channel, piling one adept on top of the early until she could withhold it no more.

'' What are you feeling, buckle down ? TELL ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's groan plateaued, and her torso climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his indicator finger as she came hard, her succus flooding his genitalia. Naya 's slender arms grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his undershirt as she felt herself riding out the orgasm. Her naked, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing lifelessness. Naya 's Thomas Young face pressed against Damian 's berm, her fond breather panting against his neck.

She 'd lost all horse sense of time and consciousness. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some time before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big black man 's cock. The blonde 's sexy derriere bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sexes joining filling the room with a constant speech rhythm.

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

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

Yet if that was true, then why had her consistency never felt so awake ? She remembered his helping hand inside her soft heat and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his manhood between her cunt backtalk, impaling her damp heating and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a slam so rigid and filled with need. Then she felt his estrus take her insides, her eyes snapping spread out as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her boldness firmly pressed against his chest, the airport terminus spark twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

'' Do not worry yourself, Naya. Time soon enough for me to be slipping into dress LE constricting. We 'll get you cleaned up on the plane. Are you hungry ? '' Naya licked her dry rim and realized that she was. When she nodded, Damian retrieved a Methedrine, used the dispenser which the limousine was equipped with, and handed her a insensate swallow of water. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her Master and put it in the cup bearer.

She looked at her environs - this perfectly average limo - and could n't conceive she was here. Sitting bare succeeding to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the wide leather cushions, his arm wrapped around a naked Claire. Her ventilation was even and trench, and so was his.

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

Naya gave her Master a doubting look. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one ready fuck a niggling betimes 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, but Damian seemed to bring out the uncensored interlingual rendition of her, both the bad and the good.

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

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

'' It is prison term, my ally. The planer is quick, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the door. `` What are you waiting for, Naya ? You go first. ``

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

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

The brunette looked down at her bleakness and could n't believe what this man was asking her. It was one thing to be behind naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee acquaintance and a fellow womanhood. To be walking out into the unfold - along a track where just anyone could be watching. That would be direful. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful body walking nude, displayed proudly beside your victor ? said a midget part in her head.

She looked at Damian one more time. His mouth was set in a unfluctuating argument. He was dangerous. idle dangerous. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to meet her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a cryptic, fortifying breath, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her desolate feet on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic hair, tickling the congregation of her sex and caressing her nipples into cold-sharpened bead. She breathed in the fresh odour of rainwater and pine trees. The airport was secluded at to the lowest degree, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her lower dorsum. `` What do you feel, Naya ? Shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your heading. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nothing to venerate. I own this airport. No one will dare judge you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his face. simply bit before he had looked irritated, stung by her harsh discussion about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her heart ache just a little. She impulsively slipped her arms around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to yield him a long, lingering candy kiss. He tasted of raspberries for some cause, and her senses awakened, the rub of his singlet along her breasts creating a pleasurable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight of stairs co-occurrence, their blue undershirt looking almost sinister in the night, materialized in strawman of the limo. `` Your luggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help pack 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 facial expression.

'' Please Master. Ca n't you establish me something to have on ? ''

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

'' Now will you conduct, Naya ? I can add a choker and leash if you think to question my orders again. ``

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

Every footstep felt wish agony to Naya. She felt like chattel being paraded before a victorious throng, even though the runway was virtually empty. A few airport personnel went about their duties, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the same way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunet. capital of South Dakota gestured her up the ramp first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the steps onto the plane.

The second she set animal foot inside a rush of succor swept through her. She was given a fanny beside Claire, and the two raw slaves were handed moist towelettes to pass over themselves with. Naya had some maladroitness, cleansing her face and breasts with the handcuff still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to assist, break one's back ? '' The kindness in his oculus disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a conquer slave missy brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the cheekiness to ask kindly if she needed his aid ? She gave him an fractious look, but quietly nodded. With deft throw he wiped off the stickiness on her tit, cheeks, and elsewhere on her face.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the lounge surface area of the woodworking plane from the movement of the cabin. Naya did n't recognise the type of plane. She guessed it could induct 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for business locomotion, and it was well stocked with drinkable of all kinds - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juice, and wine-coloured. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rarified import of privacy.

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

Claire smiled. `` more than than a little, Naya. I 'm bad 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 imagine so much. To just let myself feel. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a soft joke. `` That probably sounds poor fish, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an malefic grin lighting up her pretty face. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few looking at your way. You had Damian like putty in your bridge player. '' Sucking his cock, feeling the blood rushing through his manhood, my hands resting on the straining muscles of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to buck his crotch upward into my warm up mouth. Naya shook the memory away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, maledict it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these maven she could n't seem to command.

The young blonde looked at her protagonist, gently patting her hand. `` I think he adores you, you know. At maiden I was so spend a penny off, when capital of South Dakota told me that I was to be HIS particular date, and not Damian 's. But after we sat down to dinner, we really hit it off. We talked for minute, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this inst connectedness. Still do. I think you and Damian have the Saame thing. ``

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

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

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

Naya looked at the purse again. Her smartphone, on vibrate, was ringing cheap and clear, jostling against the other accessories in her pocketbook. `` I need to answer that. That 'll be my roommate Rebecca. She 's probably calling to find out on me. I should serve, evidence her I 'm hunky-dory and that I wo n't be back tomorrow. ``

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

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

'' Hmm. I 'm not feeling terribly generous now, Naya, but I think I could be persuaded. '' He took her bag, walked over to a plush sofa across the gangway, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going slack as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to peel out of his tux, dress knickers, and polished melanise shoes. He was soon naked before her, his torso rippling with heftiness that she 'd suspected had been there from the minute she first saw his picture.

Naya felt her core flood lamp with foreplay as he lay back on the lounge, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll wee you a batch, slave. semen here and mount me. Fuck me. rally this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her phone number and put the phone to your ear. You can differentiate your roomie that everything 's alright then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. check ? ``

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

So why are your nipples hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that petite voice scolded her. She felt a thrum of rousing coiling from her cunt all the way through her bureau and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her feet and walked across the gangway. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his naked form until his cock pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, midst and set up for her…and it made her parentage run hot.

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

'' Uuhhh. Please Master. ``

'' You heard my offering, Naya. submit it or pass on it. This will be the hold up chance to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either prognosticate her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading look. She wondered how many other char had given him that same desperate pleading formula, and been refused any mercifulness in return. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in shock at the sensation of hurting mixed with pleasure.

'' Tell me what you are feeling, striver. Why do you hesitate ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your fear holding you back. Not me. '' Those words seemed to sink in her defenses, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she blab to Rebecca now ? What made making passion to Damian, writhing on top of his tool, something to be quietly kept hidden like some inglorious secret ? The horny brunette licked her lips and clasped Damian 's rooster with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entrance to her sex, then eased herself down the commencement inch.

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

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

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

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to become yours, lord. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the yard. I love the way you feel…so deep inside me, '' she admitted, her vox turning to almost a soft purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his prick between the SEAL of her puss lips.

Claire was watching intently, her optic glued to the conniption. When Naya noticed her watching she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive feeling of ignominy and instead plunged her damp heating harder onto her devotee 's stopcock, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roommate now, Master ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the rest beside them, the punter to gently pinch and torment Naya 's young pap and breasts. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted cone and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

Damian keyed it in, went to the contacts list, dialed Rebecca. He held the phone to Naya 's ear even as she rode his cock with ship's boat, loving pump. She sighed, biting her lip as the vocalism on the other end spoke up, edged with panic.

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

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

'' I 'm ... hunky-dory Rebecca. '' She stifled a groan as Damian nudged his rooster upward into her sex. His challenging gaze told her to 'keep screwing .'This was character of the correspondence. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl show, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated shaft. The soft friction of his turncock rubbing against her interior was heavenly, and she wanted to moan so badly but couldn't.

'' Naya ? Talk to me. Where are you ? You do n't sound alright. ``

That 's because I 'm right than fine, Becky. Or was she ? She should cause been terrified, Naya thought. She still did n't have a clue where Damian Cruceaux was taking her. All she knew was that she was being flown to gods live 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 spend the evening with me. After…uh…after dinner he offered me the chance to stay the whole weekend with him. I said yes. ``

'' Naya, what 's unseasonable ? Why are you groaning ? Are you hurt ? I hope you realise how bat-shit crazy this all audio. Do you really want me to consider that you 're going to be sharing Damian Cruceaux 's bed tonight ? That this billionaire, of all the sexy women in the universe, picks you to be his playmate for a night ? ``

'' Would that be so wrong ? '' Naya said, surprised at the spate of anger her roomy 's program line awoke in her.

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to take care out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you thing he ca n't deliver. I 'm sure he gets women a dime a dozen, sweetie. I do n't recollect you should sleep with a guy like that, no issue how plenteous he is. ``

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

'' Just secern me this. Tell me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her best friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the musical note of apology in her vocalism. She half considered hanging up on her ally. It would serve her right field to pull in her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd sent insect of guilt threading through her intellection.

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

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call you Monday morning. I 'm delicately, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't worry about me. '' The import Damian flipped the telephone off Naya moaned loud and light, her juice dripping onto his stopcock. She humped his humanness harder, the soft rocking of her eubstance weight moving back and forth with animalistic elan.

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

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

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eyes oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to suffice. `` semen here, girl. come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his inviolable arms encompass her. Damian thrust his cock upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to sate her completely. She shuddered as his unloose paw continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the bound. She felt herself go into spasms, her juices coating every in of his rigid member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on fuddled, piffling cunt. Keep fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her manpower to grip the backbone of the lounge. She groaned as his pelvis thrust upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of Angle, her spike nearly popping as they made the ascent. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute hind end, ramming herself down to get together them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's congested shit.

Damian cupped her knocker gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, knuckle down. You are much more to me than a fuck. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my hammer. '' He lay back, his script slipping up to her shoulders, massaging them as the moment of climax tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his name as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his extremity twitch inside her again and again and again.

It felt like being conquered, but also liberated. It felt like being claimed, but also respected and loved in the most profound way. Naya groaned as her back talk captured his, taking charge. He sighed beneath her, completely spent, his pecker growing flabby inside the slick, soft, and now-sticky faithful of her sex.

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

'' I will evidence that you can trust me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the crook of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the couch, draping a mantle over her au naturel form. `` relief for the remainder of the night, slave. I will fall check on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendants if you should need anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' Master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please last out. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender look, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The lounge was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his heat, his muscled arm draped over her tit, his breath warm on her cervix. He stroked her slick tresses of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like okay Strand of silk down the other side of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, closed his oculus, and went to catch some Z's.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a hanker clip to the calendar method of his breathing rather than let sleep take her. Naya could n't help it.

There was a savage aching in her bureau. Is this what love feels like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had compaction before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secret grinning slid over her brass and she snuck one eye spread out. There was a couch across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making full use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hands and genu, her hands on the armrest as capital of South Dakota fucked her from behind. She had a leather neckband around her neck attached to a silver 3. capital of South Dakota pulled on it just a niggling, forcing Claire 's neck higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to mosh that hot pussy back to meet each of my roll in the hay. Now FUCK me, niggling bitch. I want to feel you encase every inch of my cock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a small rougher than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's penchant were dissimilar than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's hard personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your kick. screwing me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's boob shook with the military group of Pierre 's jabbing. Seeing the huge black man dwarfing her lithe, feminine form was a strange contrast. If Naya did n't know upright, she 'd almost marvel if Pierre would break her fragile, naked body at any bit. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard Pierre 's spokesperson suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, buckle down ? Is this the illusion you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with strong, knock-down straight thrust, but it was the young blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to adjoin those thrusts, begging him to call her names that made Naya blush.

capital of South Dakota stilled, one hand still jerking the terzetto back, the other hand gently slapping the house buttocks boldness 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 rhythm of their union. `` What do you hope for, slave ? order me what you feel or I wo n't be active another muscle. lecture to me. ``

Claire sighed, her pelvic arch lunging backward as she moaned. `` I…this has been my fantasy, Master. To be fucked from behind savagely. With a arrest around my neck. To be treated like a hard worker. ``

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

The Revelation of Saint John the Divine appeared in Claire 's vivid down in the mouth optic. She sighed, her hoarse response plain. `` Eat out my pussy, lord. Please. ``

It took only that simple request, and the formerly dominating sea captain had pulled out his humanness, knelt behind the slender young blonde, and began to lick tenderly at her cunt. His tongue strokes, suck, and licks were joined by kisses and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the walls of her pussy between tongue picture. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her life history was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as travail 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 left and right-hand, the moan intensifying.

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

Many long moments later the exhausted girl sighed, begging capital of South Dakota. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her sated pussy, fucking her with readiness, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the tercet once again, growling in the moment of culmination. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid extremity. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt lips, staining the couch shock, but Master and slave did n't like.

Pierre lay back on the sofa as she snuggled on top of him, letting his arms enfold her as he kissed the top of her disheveled oral sex, the ponytail frayed in half a dozen places.

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

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

Pierre 's words were so sappy that at world-class Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lover ensconced on the couch, she wondered what right she had to scoff. society would 've called it hedonistic vanity. Yet the sensations she 'd felt here had given her more enjoyment, made her look more bear, than any party her friends from church had ever dragged her to. These citizenry were not 'normal'by the standard she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that topic ? More to the point, it seemed a proficient thing to Naya.

For the first metre ever, she did n't feel the pauperization to hide. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even follow another duo make lovemaking almost right beside her and sense that sexual energy, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be trade good unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as good and perfection which were really the most vacuous.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright Inner Light seeped underneath the blind, and Naya awoke with a outset, realizing that she was on a comfortable bed. She was naked still, her wrist and ankles bound to the bedposts. Spread-eagled like that she felt both helpless and alive. She looked down, feeling a strange sensation pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal retentive prong had also been carefully inserted into her knit hole. The twist now buzzed in her kitty-cat and ass, creating esthesis she did n't hump were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bonds.

A threshold opened and footsteps sounded like whispers on the carpeting. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like font with its five o'clock shadow loomed over her. He looked down at her with tenderness. He gently stroked his hand along the brunette 's look.

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

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her body feeling overwhelmed by the stimuli. Her boob were crowned with sharpen little pink nipples, stimulation swamping her core. She could feel herself trembling from the tips of her fingers all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute sassing, making her moans all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to subscribe the rubber orchis gag out of her mouth.

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

'' Please, Master. It 's so much intuitive 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 right or incorrect because of society 's convention. It 's supposedly pestiferous, to ingest something in that intimate space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that aesthesis in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his knife intertwining with hers. The jolts of trend with the ribbed shafts within her slit and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to moan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving chest. He watched her eyes well-nigh of all, his gaze penetrating her mortal as she jerked and writhed in her bond certificate. Finally her body arched upward, the forked penetration forcing an orgasm from her young feminine core.

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

'' What is your body telling you, buckle down ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't construct Assumption. Do n't ask what you SHOULD feel. Tell me how you ACTUALLY feel. Do you translate ? ``

Naya licked her brim, the coming rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her pussy and anus seemingly with a one hundred detrition every second. `` Please, Master…stroke me. disturb me. ``

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her creative thinker and consistency reeling towards nothingness. The penetration deep in her sexual love channel and ass intensified, and her second orgasm torus through her with as practically potency as the initiatory. The sap young lady lay on the bed for two more cycles of build-ups and orgasms before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the twist free people of her sated feminine body.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. brunette sighed and looked down at the two rubberized dick, soaked in her succus.

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves delight. To give it and find it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked soundbox over hers, inserting his cock between her cunt rim, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their eubstance as one. Her muted grunts belied the need surging through her pussy. The joy of having his pecker fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lip, her glossa tussling with his as moan sang from her throat.

You were properly, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, master key. I would even desire you with my heart. These were the realizations flashing through the girl 's brain. Naya had finally discovered a new sentiency of self, and she would never be the Lapplander.

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A valet de chambre does n't reveal his secrets. But if you must know…Cruceaux industriousness is primarily interested in pharmaceutical. Our prise drug is a harmless quiescency pill without side effects. I may or may not take in slipped one into your swallow net night. It takes a few hours to take effect, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my private mansions. We are off the slide of United Mexican States on one of my buck private islands. It 's a suitable place for privacy…and diversions, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery story tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pool. Continuing the ad libitum tour, he led the naked youthful adult female through an entryway beside a sliding ice doorway and into a shower bath fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a boastfully, ornate golden nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of ardent pee onto his haircloth and face.

He turned, offering his manus and encouraging her to unite him. `` What 's wrong, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tiles in the can just outside of the shower. Her eye followed its slow, painstaking bm. Damian moved to crush it, but Naya found her hand reaching out to snap up his carpus.

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

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

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

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

Naya smiled. `` Yes, Master. A few prison term actually. ``

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the shower swirled around her hair and shoulder, cascading down her back. The sluicing water felt like a balm on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the Saami time. Her organic structure languish, but in a good way, and she 'd puzzle adequate nap. They had the hale day ahead of them, and the persuasion thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those words, a sudden jail of handcuffs around each wrist left her firmly attached to the upright piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to actuate with the blessing of a puma, effectively chaining her to the shower wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

The Young brunette felt a quiver of care tingle against her scalp. She felt her legs go infirm, and her consistency felt whelm with stimulation. He was starting to tap into her fancy again. Should she be afraid, though ? Tying her up while she was asleep was one thing…but this ? He had knowingly deceived her, tricking her into the shower before cuffing her. Now she stood au naturel in the shower, the hot water system sluicing against her glistening chest, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic hair.

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

He turned off the exhibitor first and then toweled off her gorgeous body. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breast and crotch. She did it to tempt him, and it seemed to puzzle out judging from the way his cock dead reckoning up, enceinte and rigid.

With her consistency dried, Damian stepped back.

'' Do you notice anything interesting about the manacle, break one's back ? ``

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

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

'' These cling to your aphrodisiac knocker, slave. I 'm going to give them an electric shock absorber. Have you ever experienced the intense virtuoso of electricity though your more sensitive parts, Naya ? There are few matter I can compare it to. ``

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

'' being punished, '' Damian finished her judgment of conviction, his tone clipped. `` And you must learn that not all right affair come from pleasure. Some safe things must be had through pain. '' He donned some protective gloves, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridgepole along its length. He carefully slipped the sheath over his elongate humanity and gently approached her from hindquarters. In one handwriting he 'd picked up a small box with a telephone dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's nipples were connected to the battery-powered box.

'' Do you recognise what this is, knuckle down ? ''

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

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

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

There was a dynamism of botheration now shooting through her nipples, but not the form of pain sensation that created a closure of sensation. Just the opposite. The tingling in her breast made the residue of her physical structure more aware. Her face, torso, legs, and even feet thrummed with heightened sensitivity.

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

'' expression at you, you sexy little bitch. I 'm going to offend those mamilla as I fuck you. This is your punishment. interpret ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck opening. His innocent hand grazed against her clit, spurring clean need through her loin. `` If you do n't bear, maybe I 'll attach one of my clips to this disobedient minuscule pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his brim sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the cervix, turning her face sideways to meet his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of foreplay coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a vellication of awe. Now, as she looked into his eyes, no retentive flinty and cold, she realized that despite the naturalism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one Thomas More clock time to bring in certainly she had n't been overwhelmed.

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

'' Did I say you could buss me, slight pussy ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her face forward, giving her a playful slap on each butt boldness. He lined up his sheathed manhood and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute fundament backward and upward, exposing her pussy for maximum insight.

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathed cock between her snatch backtalk, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her piano channel until moan escaped from her pharynx, and the dial he turned on the electroshock box sent tantalizing bursts of vigor through her too-sensitive nipples.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it trauma, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the tonus of pain. Instead it had the coloring of pleasure, of painful sensation bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her hired hand pressed against the exhibitor rampart roofing tile as the alligator clips continued to fritter away electric stimulant into her svelte cone.

'' UHHH…please Master. Please no more than ! '' Naya begged, but it was a rum type of plea lacking real desire. She wanted this incredible spirit igniting her core, sending her body into a level of awareness she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the fantasy, letting the journeying scout her. The defenseless girl let out a wordless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her waistline with one script, the box in his other fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced ecstasy as his rooster pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on attack, and the girl was a soaking mess, her loins screaming for release.

The young woman felt that throbbing cock dig into the wet folding of her sex. All cerebration of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of penury consume her. The way was now filled with the gentle smack of Damian 's egg against her thigh and the continued moans ripped from her throat by the electroshock therapy stimuli.

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

The young brunet tried to form consistent thought process.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't want a mindless mate. I want a real woman - one who knows her fantasies, her deep secrets and desires, no matter how dark, '' Damian growled. `` William Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, petty cunt, or it all full stop NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that incredible sense experience in her boob, of that cock filling her slit, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her seat backward, impaling her damp heat on the sheathed humanness of her Master.

'' No…please Master. I 'll evidence you. I 'll tell you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from stern, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, Master. It made me start to imagine things, to visualise certain….scenarios… ''

'' fancy ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her nucleus infused with heating plant. She leaned forward, making sure her pussy was at a thoroughgoing pinnacle for him to roll in the hay.

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the grain of the condom on your pecker. Every time you go through me, it makes me feel so goodness. Your accident make me experience loved, lord. Each clip you fuck me is like the perfect osculation. ``

'' And your white meat, slave ? How do they feel ? Do you need the pain 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 fuck when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the potential drop for just a minute, sending her writhing as her tit flared to life. The tingling sensations lingered, making her tit ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to lie with her, punish her, his shaft filling her tight cunt as the electroshocks sent wave after wafture of stimuli through her breasts and into her very core. She could n't lead it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a colossus ? But how did awakening this shadow fantasy within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her mortal, a latent thing all this clock time ?

Naya finally squealed as the belated ECT zapped her nipple, and the phallus battering through her kitty-cat sent her over the edge. The slender brunette clenched her pussy around Damian 's cock, flooding it with her viscid nectar and scent. It took what seemed eternity before her agonised, happily sated body could at last inclination against the rain shower pipe.

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

The young fair sex sank to the trading floor, her ramification distribute full. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her legs, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his natural language. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a animal candy kiss, his hands cupping her beautiful fount.

'' well, buckle down ? Do you have anything to say for yourself ? ''

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

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

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

Damian 's hammer twitched toward regeneration, and Naya let out a appall little gasp.

'' Down, boy ! Does he ever drop by the wayside ? '' she said, her hand curling around the nucleotide of his phallus.

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The heroic tour of duty took two hour, and by the end of it Naya 's calves were burning. It had been a estimable workout, though, and she had seen enough opulence to fill several HGTV installment. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an total island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a table by the pool, playing cheat with Damian, a soft cinch ruffled her long, sleek hair.

Damian frowned at the chess plug-in, not liking his choice.

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

Naya smiled, swooping in with her knight. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's Shirley Temple knight now threatened to swoop on white 's poove.

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

Damian 's reaction surprised her. He gently cupped her Kuki-Chin, leaning over the cheat panel to give her a cherubic, simple osculation. His potent tasting lingered on her tongue. She did n't require it to go away.

'' You 're cagy, slave. I 'll possess to keep my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive look, waited for him to realise his next move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a fork manoeuvre that cost him his queen before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his hands with a suspiration. `` I have n't lost a game in…I ca n't retrieve how long, imprecate it. '' The frustration was n't actual, and the glimmer in his eye told her that he was impress by her mastery of tactics.

Naya felt that ache in her essence paying back. Did she love this man ? She had to ask herself that enquiry more forcefully now. He caught the distant look on her grimace right away and would n't let her escape.

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

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

'' physical structure and someone ? '' Damian asked. Naya sensed a sudden tenseness in the air, but she nodded readily enough.

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

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his hands gently around her wrist joint. `` Tell me one to a greater extent fantasy, Naya. One More, to seal this James Bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my just match, my slave who I would treasure above all else. ``

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

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those couple quarrel out took braveness. It 's wrong, Naya. wrongfulness. Yet…yet it was there. A fantasy from her teenage days when she 'd first stumbled onto the tabu of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to girls, to womanhood. Not from a purely forcible standpoint.

But she did find the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of ascendancy - intense illusion where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in much the same slipway as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her true love. The dark Prince Charming. Her mysterious fantasy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a somebody. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both bridge player on Naya 's slim berm, and then gently caressed the daughter 's arms as he looked her in the middle, refusing to let her peek away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to keep unavowed. Tell me, my adorable slave. severalise me and I can make it real. ``

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

The Brigham Young woman threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupefied. This was a bad mind, Naya. He 'll never lie with you once you tell him the trueness. But in no metre at all his silhouette blocked the subject doorway. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his calloused custody stroking her hair. And it felt good. So good.

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

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is nothing you have to fear - at least not from me. This billet is our sanctuary, remember ? I wo n't let anyone wound you. ``

Those speech finally gave her the lastingness. She slowly revealed to him the most horrify secret, the most shocking revealing she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't snap a smile. He did n't falter for a second from the concerned, steady expression that told her how he cared. He promised to tog her fantasy in flesh and make it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by wickedness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the bars of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her throat etched with silver markings. Two thongs of R-2 bound her wrists to the top dog of the cold, stainless brand physical structure tray on which she 's been rout. Her legs were liberate, but a dangerous-looking, seductive womanhood loomed above her, ordering her to persist completely still.

'' That 's veracious, gripe. Don't motion. We 've captured you. My hubby and I, we like to overhear trivial loose woman like you who wander too far from home. 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 in force friends. Sabrina Benjamin Thompson was a sexy redhead with delicious curve, replete breasts, and a deceptively angelic, young cheek. She had originally applied to be a flight of stairs meeter on Damian 's secret jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important talents. Her power to massage away pain, to bring around people 's spirits, had made Damian eventually decide to hire her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

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

The gorgeous young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a natural rubber cock in her mouth, its decimal point facing upward. The tenacious, pink shaft had wickedly abrasive quarrel of protuberance to heighten feminine pleasance, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this delight to another female, and the thought sent her pussy into a dripping-wet United States Department of State of arousal.

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

'' semen here, husband. lap this hussy 's snatch. count how wet she is ! Give the little bitch a thoroughgoing cunt-sucking to stay fresh her distracted. I 'm going to wax the slut 's boldness and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with penury. Naya groaned with the gumshoe cock fastened inside her mouth. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel body tray, lowering her pussy slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the long, midst shaft. Sabrina began a steady rhythm, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's face. The young woman moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the picket dominatrix as Damian knelt between her wooden leg, his tongue flicking in earnest at Naya 's new clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her pelvic girdle twitching as Damian lapped at her pussy. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her heating plant down on the long rubberized genus Phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that puss in her look. The idea of licking it gave her no joy in itself. But the musical theme of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's cunt crashing down on that long, aphrodisiac artificial prick - that made Naya 's nipples harden. It made her groan and her cunt gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

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

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could talk, cunt ? Lie there and let me use your human face as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juices glistening on the hammer in your mouth ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's moan intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her slit with feverish despair. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's minuscule clit until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's fork began bucking upward into Damian 's face. She was so close up. She could sense the climax beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the finish line.

'' Not so fast, trivial puss. married man, consecrate this horny bitch a taste of your prick. Stuff her pussy full-of-the-moon, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's knife withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to add up next was like liquidity fire coursing through her veins, cunt and button. This is torture, she thought. Wonderful torture. Her body hummed with desire, unendurable rousing. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to expiry as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her ankle, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless blade body tray. The cold brand had felt cold against her skin at world-class, but with the constant rubbing and the body heat of the male and female spouse controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lithesome nakedness was sheened with perspiration, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her kitty-cat down the pecker fastened inside Naya 's Whitney Young mouthpiece. Naya 's moan deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to expose her moist love life epithelial duct. He inserted his humanness and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her soft sex.

The college student imagined Damian leaning into her, his cock plowing deeply into her pussy with his gaze fastened on the joining of their bodies. Naya imagined what it might look like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the force play of Sabrina 's plunges down the unreal stopcock fastened to Naya 's font. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasise orbit fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this incapacitated female captive taken by a brutal wife and husband…

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

This ideal of pleasure bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated Einstein, and she tried to keep a lid on the climax flowering in her pubes.

'' Do n't come yet, little cunt. Tell us what you want first ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you require ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's hammer embedded between the seal of her cunt back talk and she moaned. `` I…I love being dominated like this, mistress. I love your cock inside me at the Saame clip master. ``

'' Why, buckle down ? William Tell us why or we period here, and the pleasure ends, '' Damian said.

At hold out the 21-year-old sighed, her mamilla hard as pollex tacks, her pussy slick with its own juice. `` Because…to have two mass making me the center of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control over me, to me THAT is hump, Master. I feel love when your peter surges between my stage. I feel love when Sabrina 's slit engulfs the cock in my mouth, making me finger like I 'm in the center of a tempest of…of Energy Department, giving joy as practically as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your centre or…I do n't know what to forebode it. Please, lord. Please, kept woman, do n't kibosh, '' Naya begged.

The blanch dominatrix gave Damian a questioning face, making surely that he was still game to retain. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in speedy succession, her juice coating the rubber cock. At last, with her mammilla beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the artificial cock, splashing it with her juice even more.

Naya went over the boundary when she sensed Sabrina 's orgasm. Her twat clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the prophylactic pecker from the female child 's mouth. Sabrina took a step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute rump to the edge of the dead body tray, spreading her hips wide as he penetrated her with animalistic zeal. His penis pounded her, hard and fast, and Naya looked down at the dig stabbing into the folds of her sex, arousal jumping through her pubic region. Her nipples were hard as tiny diamond, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an acme, his shaft slamming between her pegleg until he tensed, their bodies joined as his pecker twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's straits bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid warmheartedness of him swim through her nub. Slowly, shivering in the wake of her coming, Naya blinked back to a illusion of normalcy.

The naked youthful woman heard only her speedy ventilation, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his mouth gently suckling on her breasts.

'' Mmm. I love how these Thomas Young titmouse gustatory sensation, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downward, his knife laving at her slickened dearest channel. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't seem to take care doing it in the least.

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

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

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

Naya 's pretty face relaxed and she took a long present moment to think. But there was zero to resolve. She did n't require to go back to a world Grey and colorless. A world without the vivid feelings she 'd just get. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. Her paw gripped his full shoulders as he crushed her white meat against his breast, his implements of war encircling her and holding her tight.

What am I going to assure them ? Naya wondered. She had a family and friends who would n't understand. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebecca, the adept ally she had in the world. But she could n't do for Naya what Damian had. She had never known Naya on a level this confidant, and could n't really. Maybe this is best for everyone, Naya thought.

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

Damian swept her off of the eubstance tray, carrying her in his blazon.

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

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

'' No, Naya. You leave the world behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouth as their brim joined once Thomas More, sealing a bond between Master and break one's back never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad mind. I ca n't trust I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could call back as she felt Damian pull up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into park in front of her former hall. It had been several months since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd called her roomy Rebecca early on a fateful Monday morning those few calendar month ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebecca had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

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

No, that was n't quite dependable. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even bonk where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some rich billionaire 's playboy bunny ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail message. The hurt and scorn in his part had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would take her parents metre to make out to grips with the substantial Naya.

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

swarm obscured the synodic month in the night sky. Even with the campus firing, the world seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you cook to do this ? ``

Damian gently squeezed her manus, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't know. There are butterflies in my breadbasket. Several platefuls I think. ''

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

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

Now they were here and Damian planned to make up Rebekah an fling she could n't deny. They entered through the hand brake entrance at the back of the building. someone had illegally propped afford the door. They rushed up three flights of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a sullen vest and jeans, looking like a bouncer in a nightclub. Naya wore a short lavender skirt and army tank top, a ruddy 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 straight dearest who finally understood him.

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

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his hand. The athletic, stringy football game player had a mop of blond whisker on his openhanded face. His bluing oculus were deadly serious at the import, but normally they crinkled with boylike magical spell.

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

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

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

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

Damian and Naya stepped back and let Jake lure in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the corner, listening to the spry reciprocation of conversation as a dazed Rebecca got awoken in the middle of the night.

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

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

A sleepy Rebecca let Jake bustle about her out the doorway in not much more than her Night shirt and drawers. Naya and Damian waited until they 'd left and then quietly followed. Once they were on the highway, pavement whirring underneath the dodge Viper 's tyre, Naya turned to Damian.

'' You want to tell me your plan yet ? Or do I just get to be division of the surprise ? '' Naya gave her passe-partout a pointed smell, but Damian was n't ruffled so easily.

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

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

Finally they reached their destination, a mansion with grandiloquent onyx marble columns fronting the attribute. The estate was on a Hill, surrounded by wrought atomic number 26 fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this topographic point. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three children were currently in residence. Book of the Prophet Daniel was a ally of Damian 's, but what Book of Daniel did n't know was that Damian had all his passcodes and protection codes.

Damian was about to take a immense gamble, but then again, billionaires could afford to be risky. Damian grinned and Naya gave him an odd look.

'' Something amusing ? ``

'' Yes…you 'll obtain out soon enough, '' he said, giving her a blink of an eye.

They parked the Viper, entered through the face door, and Damian re-engaged the security department organization behind them. He led Naya through a maze of different hall and way until they came out onto an open terrace with a tumid, broad hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a laugh it is n't risible. Why did you fill us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunette looked plucky, pointing her finger's breadth angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her eternal rest clothes. Somehow she managed to count sexy though, the points of her nipples poking through her sleep shirt.

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

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her friend, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebekah knew what was happening. The curly-coated girl almost broke into binge for a second, squeezing Naya good back.

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

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

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

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

Now the cute youth fair sex looked him up and down suspiciously. `` OK, is someone going to state me what this all is about ? Jake ? Naya ? ''

Rebecca turned to the others in the way, and finally Naya had to overspread her limb wide and say, `` Look, Rebecca, please do n't detest me. But I want to assure you the verity. Why I left triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new life, a respectable life history, and I want you to have it too. That 's why we 're all here. To seduce you an crack. ``

Rebekah gaped, first at her boyfriend, then at her outdo friend.

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

The curly-haired Pres Young 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. '' Rebekah stared open-mouthed as Damian told her what that meant, the very construct of it. The philosophical system behind it. Damian made a passionate parameter that in striving for one matter above all else, she 'd give herself as a sexual being, as a person.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollars so that she could find the bravery to provide her old life story and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a standardised chance. allow now, with your fellow Jake. Come live on the island with us. I own a lowly private island in the disconnection. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the intimate fantasies that are the nucleus of who you really are. Discover a unlike variety of life-time with different priorities. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good thing for us, Becky. The best of things. With the money you can go back to school any clock time and stop your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to deepen our surroundings, take stock of where we 're at in our life-time. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own little world, internships, classes, job coating across the area. THIS, though, would give us a chance to let on who we are first, to develop our family relationship before going out into the mankind. Damian is offering us a chance at sanctuary if we 're volition to be at peace with some of our deepest, maybe even obscure fantasies. Baby, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-coated Lester Willis Young cleaning lady looked at her beau almost outraged, but something held her anger in check. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly penetrate her mind. She let out an expel sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't believe this is even happening. Jake, choose me home. I 'll sleep on it and consider over this…this absolutely freaking insane pass. It 's crazy, but I 'm willing to consider it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really reckon this is flop for me ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' The hoi polloi who own this mansion are asleep in their chamber upstairs. They might arouse at any moment. They might come down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the mansion security measures, which means that you have two pick : either leave, set off the alarm, and explicate to the householder and police what just happened to you…getting your best Quaker and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. fulfill your fantasy. Obey Jake 's bid. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

The sexy college student looked at her boyfriend, chewing on her posterior lip.

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

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

There was a sudden thump, as of footsteps. Perhaps someone upstairs using the privy. The level creaked command processing overhead.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's tick, Rebecca. You may not have much time either. It sounds like one of the people upstairs is stirring. reach your option. ``

Naya watched, stimulation seething in her blood. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's face rush with the plethora of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best booster, slipping the shirt over Beckys head word. Bra-less, Becky 's nipple glistened in the moonlight as the clouds receded. Her titty were shining, consummate cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a trivial when Jake slipped a hand under the cincture of her pants, stroking her young clitoris.

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

'' Oh god, you 're so hot sister. I love feeling your sticky juice on my fingers. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a sigh. His caput came up for a kiss, and his back talk swallowed up her lilting moan.

'' Say something, baby. Tell 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 subscribe your trouser off ! '' he said, bid now cresting in the tone of his vox.

The curly-haired cutie took off her knickers and socks, standing au naturel in her natal day suit. Little trickling streak of pussy juice glistened on the interior of her thigh where Jake 's fingers had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a aphrodisiac goddess, standing fully au naturel, her creamy chest and open sex inviting naughty fantasies of command and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, denim, socks and horseshoe, standing limber and bare until he sat on the bound of the hot tub. The water system bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his ramification in with a sigh.

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

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebecca 's. Each time Jake mentioned the prognosis of someone discovering them, her middle seemed to gleam and Becky 's nipples had hardened like thumb tacking. The curly brunet finally stepped into the soothing, swirling H2O of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's stage.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebecca took Jake 's shot in her graceful fingers, gently pumping up and down his phallus until a bead of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the side of meat of his vein-engorged humanness, tantalizing him with a idle touch until her lingua swirled around the tip of his cock.

Jake groaned, his consistency going rigid 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 sensation. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her sassing, slowly pumping her font down and then up, down and then up. The Young man 's caput went back, eyes mop up in a mad transport as Becky slurped up and down his eager prick.

Damian turned to Naya, and the look of foreplay in Naya 's nerve was unmistakable. Naya 's optic were glued to the unbelievable picture .'I ca n't think she 's doing this in front of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's hammer, her hands pressing firmly against his hips.

The young man tried to stifle his moan, grunting as he thrust his pelvic arch upward to impale Becky 's young rima oris. 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 lip for several long s. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening turncock, her brim dripping with strands of cum.

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

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' forebode me Master, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a here and now, but then she let the words flesh in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his stopcock between her cute backtalk, pumping up and down, up and down, until loss seemed imminent. Jake clenched two hands in her hair's-breadth, moving his mitt up and down to facilitate have a go at it her face with more potent plunges.

At terminal Becky came up off of that cock one Thomas More time, her mentum hanging with long streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. professional has lots of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her range him.

His cock, thick and ready, saluted Becky 's pale nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cunning little loose woman ? The proprietor of this house might come any moment. haste up and jazz me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her twat above his bulbous cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the rhythm, her cunt engulfing his shaft until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering need in her pubes, her pussycat wet now, as her best friend began to ride Jake 's peter.

'' Uhh…you whoreson. ass me. piece of ass my cunt, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his privates upward to contact her downward nooky, joining their bodies until more pre-cum leaked between the seal of her cunt back talk. It would n't be long now. Jake was ready to explode.

Naya could n't watch this anymore. Her twat was an Hell 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 loathsome grin making her legs go weak as he reached underneath her skirt, fondling her horny clitoris. 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 finger into her gentle sex, finger-fucking her firm and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her aphrodisiac ass grinding on Jake 's cock as the immature man moaned with conviction.

'' Yes, baby. Impale that hot pussy on my pecker. YES. Faster, you little slovenly woman. Harder, '' Jake growled, his manpower reaching out to vellicate Becky 's pink nipples, wresting a groan from her beautiful lips.

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

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 swear on Damian 's workforce to keep back her shoulder joint and hold open her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had complete power over her. All Naya could do was push her hip joint back to meet his stab, helping him do it her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, little cunt. relocation those pelvic girdle. I 'm going to love your head out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their bodies joining creating a staccato beat which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thickset cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so heavily. The arousing visual modality must have sent the curly brunette over the sharpness. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic lament as her kitty gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his tool vanished into Becky 's tight profundity. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down feather for a ferocious kiss as his own orgasm poured through him, his cum surging into her warm interior.

The doorway to the patio swung panoptic undefendable and a middle-aged man with piercing blue eyes and grey fuzz fit into the room. He was wearing only a night robe, and his middle widened in shock.

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

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

'' SSHHH. Do n't panic. It 's OK, baby. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the unanimous thing. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's nipples with his teeth before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a cervid in headlights, utterly freeze, until Jake 's tending seemed to unwrap the while.

'' I…oh god…this is so uncanny, '' Becky said with a suspire as rousing began to gain a provisionary comeback, re-moistening her cunt. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her lover 's cock even as it started to show signs of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's untimely with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could tell by the arousal in Becky 's eyes that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her tight, wet cunt where it belonged.

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

Book of Daniel threw up his helping hand in thwarting. `` I know we have a standing organization, Damian, but our concord is that you at to the lowest degree WARN me beforehand. My fry are sleeping upstairs for the sexual love of…ah hell. '' Book of the Prophet Daniel turned and left the patio. Damian gave Naya a eye blink fully of mischief.

'' That man owes me more than he can ever repay, '' Damian whispered. `` Do n't worry, buckle down. We are n't in any problem. '' With that job erased from Naya 's sex-fueled brain, the brunette could now slam her slit back to sheathe Damian 's genus Phallus again and again and again, moaning and enjoying every second of it.

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

Becky looked over at Naya and their eyes met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still hump me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the C. H. Best supporter you 've always been able to desire ?'Those were the thoughts Naya almost wanted to ask, if the aesthesis Damian 's peter was assaulting her pussy with had n't derailed any attempt to verbalise in coherent condemnation.

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to play out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her boob, combined with the envelopment of foreplay and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her pelvic girdle back, her cute buttock slamming to forgather Damian 's plunging pecker as the moment of clap came. His manpower tightened on Naya 's articulatio humeri, spurt after spurt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her overlord for emptying his seed, her physical structure sagging with expiation as she felt his heat consume her.

epilog

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interesting dichotomy of the cosmos as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the donjon .'Her Quaker had learned to harness her sexual phantasy and use them as originative fuel to make life sentence worth aliveness. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three calendar month now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their inner ego - the sexual beings inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the world in its peachy glow, Naya found herself straddling a wooden gymnastic horse, a giant pink dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankle were tied to either incline of the horse, and her wrist joint were bound behind her cover. She moaned with a clod gag in her mouth as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the paries of her sex with hundreds of tiny ribbed protrusions along the entire length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her mammilla with his deceptively balmy touch. `` fountainhead, slave ? How does it finger, that huge, hard rubber cock thrust up your tight, wet snatch. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a baseless female horse, her pale nakedness straddling Jake 's cock. poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chairwoman, his ankles lashed to the base. His cock had a cock-ring at the fundament, restricting the flow rate of origin, letting just enough blood rushing to the tip of his stopcock to stay hard, but making it nearly inconceivable for him to amount. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his cock with ruttish unconstraint, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. ass me. You call this fucking ? '' she sang, her pussy slurping up and down his hammer, her cunt backtalk forming a fast seal of approval along his calamus. `` I want to feel your cock-head in my uterus, anathemise it. Fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless peter. ''

Becky 's linguistic process was harsh, but it was all just part of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was uncoerced to roleplay this role, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to trifle the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake take that persona. Neither was rightfulness or wrong. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual familiarity and quirk in countless forms.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimulus assaulting her snatch even as he stroked her clit. His other hired man cupped her tender breasts until she had no choice but to jet hard on that gum elastic cock, coating it with her succus and scent.

Her prolonged groan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's kitty-cat, over-sensitive from the Recent epoch orgasm, now felt every vibrating sensation from the imbed hammer with triplet strength as it impaled her glossy sex.

All the while Becky 's pussy tormented the putz of the man who loved her sufficiency to be her striver. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy kiss on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, babe. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry Panax quinquefolius with sexual expiration, her slit coating Jake 's prick with its sweet feminine nectar.

professional and slave, man and charwoman. This was a world where boundaries could be thrown aside, and hidden fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to taunt Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. Naya had no rue, only promises of a future tense where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the news report. Please send me a commentary to let me know what you thought ! This story resonates with matter that happened to me living in a sexually repressed society. Remember, always follow your dream, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty