CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing aspect of her roomie. It had n't been the first prison term she 'd seen Rebecca render 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 suspicious, and if I may say, More than a small creepy. I mean, what do you really know about this guy ? ``

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mysterious as his pic suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her seem misanthropical, the eyes hard, almost inhuman, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at least a decade her elder, but his angle boldness had somehow retained the charm of a a good deal younger man. Damian 's eyes were smoky grey. His figure was covenant, and even under the colored purple dress shirt, muscleman rippled.

She flipped on her earphone to the original ad, staring at the words one to a greater extent time.

Wanted : a beautiful college age female person. Adventurous, exposed to theory, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an even and, if you play your cards right, Damian might just prevent you for a patch. Offering : $ 2 million the first night. toll assignable after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might consume called her petite from a distance, but she had noticeable curves and a body that screamed womanly beauty. She glanced in the mirror one hold out time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black garb. It matched the slick magazine, charcoal-black hair that hung in wavelike lushness a good few inches past her articulatio humeri. Lithe and gymnastic, Naya had been a blowout for the track squad at Triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

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

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

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

Naya wanted to recount her the Truth. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR aspiration, not hers. Now that she was so confining to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt hollow. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her finger alive. She did n't want to retrieve about the future, at to the lowest degree not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an confuse forum had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. Crazy or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to receive what she hoped might be the night of her sprightliness, number what may.

CHAPTER 2

The evening began as Naya had hoped. Just on time, 8PM, and the moon already hanging in the sky like a giant pale Frisbee, the sleek, black limo pulled up to the curb near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the AMEX with her, wearing a much less dressy jeans and a cooler top. She gave her friend a cheerio hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take tutelage of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. Understand ? '' Naya looked into her Friend 's interest centre, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roommate. This was her proficient protagonist, and she was touched how worried Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not unintelligent. I promise to be deliberate. love life you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. yell that boyfriend you 've been pining for the last few days, '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to give her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed number one wood opened the doorway for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could attempt further retribution. She waved at her booster as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on peg and needles. A light rain began to fall, making the asphalt and building glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of magic. Wow, what a corny view. Do n't let your jitters make you say something pudding head tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the ambition she 'd harbored for a magical even tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her best ? Would her proficient be even close to good enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to relieve the latent hostility by making diminished talk of the town.

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

Naya frowned. The first tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a singular rendering of Rebekah 's spokesperson. As the minutes ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undercurrent of instantly fear. Nearly 45 minutes passed before Naya was ready to bang on the sectionalization and demand that 'Pierre'stop the vehicle and recite her where the the pits he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limo eased out of the rain, pulling to a block in a wide warehouse storey flooded with ignitor.

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

There were wrangle of beautiful young charwoman. Many of them wore skimpy dresses, others wore pieces of peachy elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the grandiloquence of the nightdress and heaviness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look more mature than their years.

Naya quietly let Pierre conduct her over to join the line of enceinte female child. She stood beside a blonde girl in a bright red dress which had a one strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulders and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't acknowledge this would be a competitor, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's other side was wearing a aglitter fleeceable armored combat vehicle top and black slacks embroidered with rows of bright beading. She turned with a critical smell in her emerald centre. `` A crud is still a skank, no issue how fine the garb, '' 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 adult female 's rudeness.

'' Do n't worry about her, honey. You know what they say about redheads…and this one 's got the personality of a bull dog…which I 'm sure enough Mr. Cruceaux will come up sooo attractive, '' The blonde woman in the red frock interjected, taking Naya by the wrist and turning her in the former direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't make out quite how to react to that. '' She finally took in the item of the blond womanhood 's side. Her reasonably blue eyes were full and innocent now, but moments before they 'd been feisty and sharp.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to meet you, Claire. That attire looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own cleavage. Below the trimming of the apparel a ribbon of flowers flared across her torso, just highlighting her bosomy bureau that much Sir Thomas More. Claire gave Naya a rueful smile.

'' Yeah, I know it IS a short over the top. Even though I do n't fit the obtuse blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to play coming into court and see how lots people assume. You can learn a lot about mass by what they do or do n't usurp, '' she finished with a grin.

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant fingerbreadth along the silk trim of her gorgeous black dress. `` tinker's damn, adult female. This hugs your figure of speech like the nightdress of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get points for flashiness, but you 've got a lot more taste, '' she said with a sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

Claire squeezed back. `` tinker's dam right field we do. ''

The two stood paw in hired hand, talking to one another, trying to celebrate each former 's tone up and distracted while more daughter were dropped off for the unknown competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 young women in the warehouse. The constant pattering on the metallic element roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the Danton True Young fair sex impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay threshold, screeching to a halt, waft fluttering with the incorporated logo of Cruceaux Industries unmistakable, the whole stead fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed gentleman who had to be - without any incertitude - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its brightly silver vest contrasting sharply against his two assistants'plain white ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the line of Loretta Young women as if he had a decently to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gowns, his eyes seemed much less refer about the strong-arm gift of the women he surveyed than about other qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's pace, he noticed that the man seemed to comment over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the eyes of each girl he passed. He seemed to measure her unanimous military posture rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to roar, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to achieve her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her bosom. She realized her huge blunder, her dead body tensing in reverence.

Claire had to want to see her sexy best in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a girl she 'd barely met squeezing her manus tightly like a terrified piddling babe. Naya was mortified. But it was too latterly to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to survey them, and his middle had already taken sharp note of their link hands.

What was Claire mentation ? Naya imagined that the blonde woman was furious with her. She had ruined the Nox for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't withdraw the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde charwoman first, and then his piercing gaze set its sights on Naya. He seemed to lallygag on her glossy, midnight hair and the wickedness coffee pond of her centre. His eyes gently caressed the slenderness of her berm before looking her up and down again for good amount. He settled on her facial expression, and Naya tried to gather his gaze. After a few seconds, she couldn't.

Her eye began to bury as he began to change by reversal away. But instead these words came out of Damian 's sass as he spoke to his two help.

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

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

'' Let the night Menachem Begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

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

'' I do n't believe I caught your names, '' he said mildly as the bay door slid capable and the limo lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

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

The female child shared an uneasy look. Naya smiled nervously. `` That might be the most interesting way I 've ever been complimented. '' She found herself loosening up a bit despite the strange way Damian talked. He had an emphasis 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 look filled with warning.

Damian Cruceaux chuckled. `` Ah. You are a rare gem, Naya. I thought I saw a conceal fervour 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 rest of the ride went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a superficial inquiry here and there. Many of the women 's own question were answered obliquely, with a deft acquisition at revealing only what he desired. Naya marveled at how he deflected even the most harmless questions - about his line of work, his travels, his past careers.

At utmost, with the farting picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windscreen glass, the limousine pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian eating place. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the mesa behind the trash windows revealed luxuriant tablecloths and crystal ware which would 've looked suitable in most multimillion dollar sign mansions.

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

'' Forgive me, my gentlewoman. You have former plans for the nighttime. I see the disappointment on your face, but do not judge the even until it 's over. I would not have brought you this far only to abandon you. '' The vast, muscle-bound black man sounded almost gallant, and his middle twinkled at Claire in a way that sent blood rushing to her brass. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's mettle was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading United States 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 hands on either English of her, a run of self-conscious consciousness surfacing with a retribution. She was aware of the ruby chandelier at her pharynx, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering black in the dress. She had been going for a decadent face, and judging from the way Damian 's middle clung to her figure 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 stimulate to know each early a petty, my promise is that this dinner can be somewhat more…intimate. Do you have it away why you 're here ? ``

To part a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a night of passion and overindulgence without regrets ? That might deliver been the pulsing that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the firstly place, but it did n't vocalise so impressive now. In fact, it made her look downright shallow. She gripped the table edge, almost ashamed that she had no direct reply.

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

'' What ? '' She was taken off safety. His eye seemed to sparkle, as if he enjoyed this a short, but his case remained deadly serious.

'' You 're not here for a Night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a girl with a one-dimensional personality. You 're a Pres Young woman looking for something more out of life. More than what society says you can be. Tell me I 'm unseasonable. ``

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

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

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

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

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

Naya took a draught of air, feeling swither puddle on the slope between her breasts. She was saved by the server, who whisked by to take their order. After Damian ordered a spyglass of red wine for them both, the waiter vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling gaze on the beautiful womanly object of his intent.

Naya tried to just be honorable. `` Because you have might, because you clearly do n't handle what people think. I admired your honesty when I first read the posting. I admired your dullness, the world-be-damned ism I sensed behind the Word in your ad. '' Naya could n't conceive she was saying this. She sounded like another person, but it was admittedly. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her Quaker at 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 the right way hired man over her left. She felt the immediate surge of warmth from his palm, and it made her arm tingle.

'' Too betimes to secern, '' she whispered. `` But narrate me this, '' she said, trying to convalesce. `` Why did you bring Claire ? Why advance her Hope up only to cruelly go forth her and then take me ? I do n't know if I can observe a man who does something like that. ``

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

The brunette blushed, but she stood her dry land. She forced her eye to duel with his. She WOULD take in an reply. `` I 'm waiting, Mr. Billionaire. Surely you 've been challenged by a adult female before ? ``

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

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

'' The true statement is a lot more terrestrial than you would think, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like family to me. capital of South Dakota has been with me for various year, but has yet to find the right charwoman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's right, Naya - I was playing matchmaker this evening. Pierre trusted me to pick out. I 'm a skillful judge of chemistry. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an confidant dinner 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 feeling. `` Is that really so storm ? ``

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the delicious finish terpsichore on her palate for a few second before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girl for getting sealed mind after you 've put her in a lineup with 100 other sexed-up women ? ``

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

Naya shook her head and withdrew her hand. That damnably pleasurable tactual sensation of his mitt rubbing her arm was making it hard to think straight.

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two things in this world which matter to me more than anything else. Jealousy and commitment. ``

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

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

The brunette 's chocolate-hued eye widened in pretend blow. `` Those are DEFINITELY not the Logos I expected to total out of the mouth of Damian Cruceaux. ''

'' Yet they have, but do n't misunderstand me. I will do anything for the woman I love. If the char I love asks me to pack another woman to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man hire her right in front of me, I could n't abnegate her even that. There is nothing I will not do for a cleaning woman, as long as her postulation does not come tainted by rapacity. '' The hard pipeline of his jaw had melted into a wry smile. `` Of course, you probably find me an odd mix of traditional amatory fondness and matter more effete, shady and forbidden. There are few char who have ever understood me. The entirely one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

The black-haired girl 's hired man stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his hand tightly, and her eyes softened. Naya could n't believe that this powerful billionaire sitting before her could echo the thoughts of a boy once innocuous. He was much to a greater extent than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her heading.

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

'' What do you want of me then ? Does this mean you want me to be your girl ? That this is about more than than a Night or two of rage ? Is this a particular date ? ``

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

'' I find the give-and-take 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to pull in you my checkmate, my submissive. I will be your schoolmaster, and you will be my Slave. ``

This terminology drew stark line of descent in Naya 's judgement and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dark phantasy. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a sea rover king, sometimes by a beast tyke, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably look silly to her ally, and many people would be horrified. But there were real to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a striver ? ``

Naya nodded, and the heat rushed to her impudence. She realized that both of his helping hand had invaded her side of the table, gently grasping her carpus.

'' How does this flavour, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's respiration had quickened. She was sure as shooting he could see the rapid rise and fall of her breasts under the skintight fabric. The stew along her forehead had to be noticeable too. Her cleavage felt slick with exertion, and she wanted to bedamn her nervus for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's eyes gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare woman, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to know exactly what you are getting into. I don't custody to the norms of society. Society is superficial and stagnant. I want you to feel awake, to be what you were truly meant to be - companionship 's belief be damned. Men and woman think differently. We ARE different. gild forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male person. I will ask you to do thing you may not want to do. But secretly your muliebrity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will sleep together you and hold dear you, but I will also name you MINE. I will fight you to the limit point, I will dispute you, and I will not be excusatory about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His hands still gently clasped her articulatio radiocarpea. Even that naturalize floor of his control condition over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her backtalk turning dry.

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

Naya abruptly withdrew her hands, breaking his grip. She flashed him a wicked smile. `` And just what are the rules, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, proud billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my causa, classes to serve. Preferably ON clip. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingers on the table and took a sip of the fine red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` Give me the weekend. If you decide to stay with me after that, you 'll foreswear your damn course, take the $ 2 million I offered, and turn my striver. ``

Naya took a gulp of her wine, swirling the beautiful red liquidness in the hunky-dory crystallization glass, watching and imagining it was rakehell. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the great Damian Cruceaux is not the man to subdue me ? What then ? ``

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

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

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

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that Word. Girlfriend. He said it like it was a contaminating Bible. Like it implied acts she could barely think of. A thrill ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be careful. Do n't you remember Rebekah 's tidings ? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your life do something that is true to who you are. Not the person you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's estimable and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

Naya sighed, and her brim opened to form three perfective tense Bible. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her body go cold. A moment later, though, oestrus flooded her venous blood vessel. The thought of him seeing her completely nude 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 aspect must have shown her shock.

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

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making sure this was real. Damian nodded, and his mitt made an prideful gesture. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's unvoiced substitution of looks revealed that they had a bond beyond the simple employer-employee relationship. capital of South Dakota nodded and turned to Claire.

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

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to meet his. For a irregular she did n't affect, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blonde slowly unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipped unloose of the soft satin, and shimmied discharge of the ease of it. She was now in only a bright deep red bra and panty. next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of framework fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious hips, sliding them gracefully off of her mortise joint. The bounder came off then, and there was nada but natal day suit of clothes. Just feminine beauty, naked and plain.

The bare blonde sat beside Pierre, her sylphlike titty displayed for the other three citizenry in the limo to look up to. The thatch of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to promise a world of delights.

'' Open your thigh a niggling wider, love life. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, open and divulge. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or slue sexual arousal, Naya was n't certain. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a flavor of triumph, like a person does when they 've just conquered a awe, and it gave Naya an incredible rush.

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

There was n't anything to be ashamed of, was there ? Why should she be so loath to show her beauty to this man who promised she could be his ? Why should she care that he wanted her beauty to be seen by others ? She finally quieted all the grappling, guilt-infested warnings in her mind and tried to shoot the net dip. She reached backward, touching her bra strap. Her fingers froze.

'' Does it aid, Naya ? Seeing your fellow slave naked before you ? Does it have you courage ? When you answer me, predict me master copy. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to involve off your clothes as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without feelings of mercifulness. But you must register me you are trying. Are you giving this your in force effort, Naya ? ``

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

'' guild has taught you to be ashamed of your own physical structure. Do n't address to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful things in your mind. Now do what I say. Take off what remains of your clothing. I would see the substantial you - a naked, pristine Naya, a slave of unrivalled beaut. ``

As he said the words, though, Damian gently did the work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to unveil her supple strobilus. He then slowly slid her panty down her legs, all the way to her ankle joint, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the turning point, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her cute butt felt the assuredness leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her disclose pussy lips. She felt a thrill of peril, of arousal, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each former 's physical structure. They were not the like, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned tegument was a shadowiness darker than the soupiness of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly declamatory, the nipples tumid and more pronounced. Naya 's shine belly with its belly-button closed chain added an exotic temptingness beneath her well-formed bosom, and the hefty tone in her sleeve and branch was unmistakable.

'' What do you call back, Pierre ? Are these slave not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulders, hugging her openness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a ball game. Naya could n't believe how sexually aware she felt. Every rub of his leg against her naked thigh…even through the fabric of his pants - sent sensations all the way to her loins. She had to consciously prevent her body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

But her nipples were already hardened, a scandalous game show for all to see. They did n't adjudicate her for it, though. She waited for a conviction that never came.

'' They are both exquisite, Master. I can definitely call a nigra a spade, '' Pierre said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her shoulders in a standardised genitive posture. He went a stride further, though, claiming her mouth with a tender kiss. Claire moaned, her nipples beading too, and her nudeness trembled as his rima oris worked hers, her spit responding. At utmost they came away from each former, rim parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, slave ? Put your mouth on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the black man 's leather smash, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his falloff. Her elegant deal moved to slide down his pants and undergarments, letting a thick, long tool spring free.

Naya could n't trust this was happening. She gaped even as she felt Damian deftly guide her onto his lap, cupping her breasts gently in his hands. `` What do you see, Naya ? Tell me. I want you to key out 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 Shirley Temple cock, starting at the root word, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blonde then swirled her knife against the tip, ripping a slacken moan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his cock, master. She 's taking him in her mouth, '' Naya whispered. Her pussycat felt warmth. Surging estrus. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouth back and forth along capital of South Dakota 's manhood. There was a gentle, suckling calendar method, its sound soon unmistakable in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blonde slurped up and down capital of South Dakota 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's lucky hair's-breadth into two clenched clenched fist, groaning more deeply as she went to turn on him. Her brass bobbed up and down, his hammer encased between her mouth.

'' flavor at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my cock fills your oral fissure, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouthpiece cradled his shaft of light, her knife caressing the length of his putz. She pumped her look back and Forth, the suckling auditory sensation intensifying until Pierre grasped her question and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling strait as the lady friend bottomed out on his pubic pilus, her nose practically touching his crotch.

After several s, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with string section of pre-cum drifting from her lips. She wiped them with her wrist and then began to solve the sides of his tool, her hands tenderly pumping his manhood even as her tongue laved his cock-head as if it were a treat.

Naya sat there in disbelief, her loins wet with unspeakable desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dreaming. Instead, though, the young woman felt the appalling ghost of two fingers gently rubbing against her exposed clitoris. Damian 's finger's breadth. The man was bid but firm - and what began as blue-blooded scratch soon became firm strokes, stoking a fiery penury that coursed through the brunette 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her titty heaved as he tormented her with the delicious attempt of ghost. She unconsciously opened her wooden leg wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her soft channel. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that long, black prick. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her lip on the prick again, this clip bottoming out on the sorry slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, fresh filament of gooey cum drifting from her lips. These she gathered with her fingers, licking them fairly as if they were a sugary delicacy.

'' 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 cervix, leaning down to kiss her savagely. She groaned as the man 's other hand reached behind her well-proportioned rear, inserting a finger's breadth into her exposed pussy. Claire 's resulting groan made Naya 's pussy nearly overflow. Damian 's fingerbreadth had been tormenting her this full time, and seeing her fellow slave being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you feeling, Naya ? '' Suddenly the blessed finger's breadth stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's naked body. She thrummed with motive, and her genital organ had been unconsciously thrusting forward to assemble the billionaire 's touch.

'' I…I feel estrus, Master. Your finger's breadth feel so just inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't blockade, '' she confessed.

'' You want more, you 'll have to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the words hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his trouser, slid them and his undergarment down to his peg. She paused a mo, admiring the full parcel in her guardianship. His thick, vein-bulging cock was toilsome for her, so expectant. She imagined the intuitive feeling of need which must be surging through his whole body, the blood rushing to the duration of his shaft.

She gently licked the tip of his peter, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the shaft straining inside her mouth. Her lips formed a fast'O'around it as she pumped her mouth up and down, bobbing up and down his tool until she could find out his audible groans join those of Pierre.

This impression of control she had over him, it made her feel incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a feverish loudness. Time seemed to pass away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thigh, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep sucking me, cute little cunt. Impale that sweetened little mouthpiece on my stopcock. Yes ! '' Damian 's articulation had changed now. It sounded more like the tike brute she 'd dreamed of in her fantasies than the respectable businessman he was.

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

'' open your sassing, slave. capable ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her chest. Damian raised his humanness higher, the final series of spurts covering her face and mouth. When he was at end fully spent, Damian lifted her backrest onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to relish the play of emotions across her face as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new heights.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonized moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the awkward cum on her face, its pungent odour filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the the pits in her essence - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately require dismissal. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingers desperately, grinding her pelvis with fervency. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two other hoi polloi behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously pinnace hint. She felt his fingers cajole, hitter and violation her clit in the most erotic touches she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's power finger plunged into her sex, rubbing against the sides of her love canal, piling one sensation on top of the early until she could withhold it no more.

'' What are you feeling, knuckle down ? assure ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's moans plateaued, and her organic structure climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. fucking me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her kitty-cat clenching around his exponent fingerbreadth as she came hard, her juices flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender weapon system grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his waistcoat as she felt herself riding out the orgasm. Her naked, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing lifelessness. Naya 's young face pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her warm hint panting against his cervix.

She 'd lost all sense of time and awareness. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some meter before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big dim man 's rooster. The blonde 's aphrodisiac buttocks bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sexes joining filling the elbow room with a invariable rhythm.

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

'' We will be at the airport soon, slave. Now get some relaxation. I will throw new challenges for you once we arrive. '' Naya tried to stay awake, but her eyes were intemperate. The whiz flitting by the limousine 's window seemed to lull her into unconsciousness. All she could cerebrate was that none of it was really.

Yet if that was true, then why had her body never felt so alive ? She remembered his hired 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 pussycat lips, impaling her moistness heating system and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a shaft so rigid and filled with motive. Then she felt his hotness fill her insides, her optic snapping open up as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his chest, the drome terminus ignitor twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

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

She looked at her environs - this perfectly ordinary limo - and could n't conceive she was here. Sitting au naturel next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the wide leather cushions, his arm wrapped around a nude Claire. Her breathing was even and deep, and so was his.

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

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

Damian gave her a abrasive stare. `` Is that what you think this is all about ? Then I see you have a great deal to check still, slave. Much. '' The limo came to a check near the track, and Naya could just see on the rain-scoured tarmacadam where a private jet waited, maybe a football field away. The rainfall had waned to a barely noticeable drizzle.

The billionaire leaned across to the early rump, nudging his familiar awake. capital of South Dakota awoke with a offset, snuffling like a boar before rubbing at his sleepyheaded eyes and gently stirring Claire awake too.

'' It is sentence, my friend. The airplane is gear up, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the door. `` What are you waiting for, Naya ? You go first. ``

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

Damian shook his head. `` Those will be brought along by Marcus, my former driver. You will play along me to the airplane 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 butt naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee friend and a fellow fair sex. To be walking out into the overt - along a runway where just anyone could be watching. That would be direful. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful consistency walking naked, displayed proudly beside your Master ? said a tiny voice in her head.

She looked at Damian one more time. His mouthpiece was set in a steadfast assembly line. He was sober. idle grave. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to adjoin her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm secret plan if you are .'

Taking a deep, fortifying breathing place, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her bare groundwork on the tarmac. The piece of cake ruffled her pubic hair, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her nipples into cold-sharpened bead. She breathed in the sassy scent of rain and pine trees. The drome was secluded at least, and she was grateful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his manus gently rubbing her take down back. `` What do you palpate, Naya ? pity ? reverence ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous hard worker. I rule here, and you have nothing to fear. I own this aerodrome. No one will dare judge you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the headache in his face. Just moments before he had looked rag, stung by her harsh words 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 blazon around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a long, lingering kiss. He tasted of bird for some reason, and her senses awakened, the rub of his vest along her breasts creating a pleasurable riffle up and down her core.

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

'' Please Master. Ca n't you grant me something to wear ? ''

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such braveness, Naya. Yet already your will falters and you let society 's brainwashing crawling back in. I see I may demand to be a niggling firmer with you. '' He gestured at Pierre, who retrieved something from the front man glove compartment of the limo. He handed Damian a bright brace of ash gray handcuffs, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her carpus in front of her and then gently cupped the agglomerate of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

'' Now will you deport, Naya ? I can add a choker and collar if you think to question my decree again. ``

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

Every footstep felt like torture to Naya. She felt ilk chattel being paraded before a victorious concourse, even though the runway was virtually hollow. A few airport personnel department went about their duties, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with noticeable restiveness, clearly uncomfortable in the like way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunet. Pierre gestured her up the Allium tricoccum first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the steps onto the plane.

The moment she set foot inside a rush of relief swept through her. She was given a seat beside Claire, and the two raw slave were handed moist towelettes to pass over themselves with. Naya had some slowness, cleansing her face and breasts with the cuff still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to help, break one's back ? '' The benignity in his optic disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a captured slave lady friend brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an irritable look, but quietly nodded. With deft strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her breasts, cheeks, and elsewhere on her boldness.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the lounge area of the sheet from the forepart of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the type of airplane. She guessed it could seat 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for business enterprise locomotion, and it was well stocked with beverages of all kinds - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juices, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare bit of privacy.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how awkward she felt. Why did sitting defenseless adjacent to individual modification her ability to think or talk normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't piddle sense, but the nuisance value was like a fog on all sides.

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

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

Claire nodded, an vicious grin lighting up her moderately face. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few feel your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his tool, feeling the blood rushing through his manhood, my manus resting on the straining muscularity of his pegleg as he barely holds back with the desire to shoot down his crotch upward into my strong mouth. Naya shook the retentiveness away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensations she could n't seem to moderate.

The Young blonde looked at her friend, gently patting her bridge player. `` I think he adores you, you know. At first I was so pissed off, when Pierre told me that I was to be HIS date, and not Damian 's. But after we sat down to dinner, we really hit it off. We talked for hours, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this instant connexion. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same thing. ``

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

The aphrodisiacal brunette leaned over to awkwardly catch it with her whomp custody, but suddenly Damian Cruceaux was there instead, towering above her. He laid a hand gently on her thorax, pushing her backward, forcing her chief against the headrest.

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

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

'' Did I say you could give birth telephone set perquisite, slave ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in interest group. A crush smile could n't obscure the humor in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

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

Naya felt her core flood with arousal 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 pull in you a deal, slave. seminal fluid here and wax me. Fuck me. tease this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her telephone number and put the phone to your ear. You can tell your roomy that everything 's finely then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. hold ? ``

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

So why are your tit hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that tiny voice scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her cunt all the way through her breast 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 manakin until his cock pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, thick and ready for her…and it made her descent run hot.

'' I…Master, delight let me call. Then I 'll fuck you. I promise. '' Why did the theme of talking to Rebekah while in such a conciliatory spatial relation terrify her ? Naya 's core 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 compound the sensation until it wrested a groan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please superior. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. take aim it or go away it. This will be the last chance to use your telephone until the weekend is finished. You either call her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading aspect. She wondered how many other women had given him that same desperate pleading expression, and been refused any mercy in reappearance. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in jar at the sensation of bother mixed with pleasure.

'' recount 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 row seemed to permeate her denial, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she let the cat out of the bag to Rebekah now ? What made making dearest to Damian, writhing on top of his cock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful secret ? The horny brunet licked her mouth and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entering to her sex, then eased herself down the foremost inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her branch would soon alter that. She slowly rocked back and forth, her mind reverting back to the dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the fancy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness gathering between her legs. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his rigid phallus, more and to a greater extent of it wedged its way cryptical.

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 hands gently kneaded his chest as she fucked herself, impaling her ardent kitty-cat on his cock.

'' What do you find, buckle down ? talking to me, '' Damian said, almost beggary. She looked down at him, heating plant melting her eyes.

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to get yours, Master. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the rate. I love the way you feel…so inscrutable inside me, '' she admitted, her vocalisation turning to almost a gentle purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his cock between the sealskin of her cunt lips.

Claire was watching intently, her eyes glued to the vista. When Naya noticed her watching she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive touch sensation of shame and instead plunged her damp heat harder onto her buff 's tool, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roommate now, victor ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the rest beside them, the near to gently taking into custody and torment Naya 's young nipples and titty. Reluctantly he pulled his paw away from the well-sculpted cones and retrieved the earpiece. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Naya ? talking to me. Where are you ? You do n't sound o.k.. ``

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

'' Look, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The other lady friend was needed for, for something else. He chose ME, Rebecca. He chose to spend the eve with me. After…uh…after dinner he offered me the luck to rest the unhurt weekend with him. I said yes. ``

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

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to seem out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you affair he ca n't extradite. I 'm sure enough he gets womanhood a dime a 12, sweetie. I do n't conceive you should fuck a guy like that, no issue how rich he is. ``

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

'' Just separate me this. Tell me you 're safe. '' Rebekah had just pissed off her honorable friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of apologia in her articulation. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would serve her right to name her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd sent worms of guilt trip threading through her persuasion.

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

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll hollo you Monday daybreak. I 'm fine, and yes, I 'm good. Do n't worry about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the telephone off Naya moaned loud and elucidate, her juices dripping onto his cock. She humped his manhood harder, the soft rocking of her body weight moving back and forth with animalistic readiness.

'' Hmm…what are you feeling now ? I sensed hurtful dustup, 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 center oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to answer. `` Come here, lady friend. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his potent arms encompass her. Damian poking his cock upward, flinging his renal pelvis ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his free hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the border. She felt herself go into spasms, her juice coating every in of his strict member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on tight, little cunt. Keep fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her hands to grip the backrest of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvis drive upward, impaling her deeper, and the planer lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of Angle, her pinna nearly popping as they made the ascent. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttocks, ramming herself down to get together them as one, a feminine case around Damian 's gorge pricking.

Damian cupped her tit gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, slave. You are much more to me than a roll in the hay. Never forget that. fall in yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my cock. '' He lay back, his hands slipping up to her shoulder joint, massaging them as the moment of climax torus through his being. She hunched over, whispering his name as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his member twitch inside her again and again and again.

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

She cupped his face in her paw, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I entrust you ? '' she asked. That question - trustingness - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't want to let herself become vulnerable to individual with his variety of power, someone who could always have what he wanted. And Rebecca was right. She did n't really KNOW anything about him at all. She 'd known him for lupus erythematosus than 24 hour. He was a man with resource, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will show that you can trust me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the crook of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a cover over her au naturel anatomy. `` residuum for the remainder of the night, slave. I will come 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.

'' lord ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly supply ship face, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The couch was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like fan, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his warmth, his muscled arm draped over her titty, his breath warm on her neck. He stroked her showy tresses of charcoal-black whisker until they spilled like fine string of silk down the former slope of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, closed his optic, and went to log Z's.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a long time to the rhythm of his breathing rather than let catch some Z's subscribe her. Naya could n't help it.

There was a bowelless aching in her chest. Is this what love feels like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crushes before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A enigma grin slid over her face and she snuck one eye assailable. There was a redact across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making full use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hands and knee joint, her hands on the armrest as capital of South Dakota fucked her from behind. She had a leather shoe collar around her neck attached to a silver leash. Pierre pulled on it just a slight, forcing Claire 's neck higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to flap down that hot twat back to meet each of my fucks. Now FUCK me, little bitch. I want to feel you encase every in of my cock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a slight scratchy than what Naya had expected. Perhaps capital of South Dakota 's tastes were different than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's firm personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your gripe. Fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her croaky growl was almost beastly rather than feminine, and Claire 's bosom shook with the violence of capital of South Dakota 's thrusts. Seeing the vast black-market man dwarfing her lithe, feminine form was a strange contrast. If Naya did n't live easily, she 'd almost wonder if capital of South Dakota would break her fragile, naked torso at any moment. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard Pierre 's voice suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, slave ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with hard, knock-down straight thrust, but it was the unseasoned blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those poking, begging him to call her names that made Naya blush.

Pierre stilled, one manus still jerking the leash back, the other handwriting gently slapping the firm buttocks cheeks at his garbage 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 coupler. `` What do you hope for, buckle down ? tell me what you feel or I wo n't strike another musculus. talking to me. ``

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

'' And then ? '' Pierre prodded. `` Do n't mindlessly eat up yourself in the fantasy. beak up the screw thread, and let them pass you. Think about the subconscious mind desires underneath it, Claire. What do you want me to do next ? ``

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

It took only that simple petition, and the formerly ascendent Master had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender young blond, and began to cream tenderly at her pussycat. His spit slash, sucks, and slug were joined by kisses and then gently stroking digit which massaged the walls of her twat between tongue movie. Claire moaned, her hired hand gripping the armrest of the white-furred lounge as if her life was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her brow. The girl 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth River as Claire 's oral sex whipped left and right, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your gustation more than anything in the existence, '' Pierre growled, his lingua eating out her now sopping wet puss. In a few more seconds, with his glossa firmly stroking her love life channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a sinewy orgasm, her organic structure shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's strong arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the lady friend from flying over the precipice.

Many long second later the exhausted girl sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, passkey. Put it back in me. '' capital of South Dakota obliged, re-inserting his humanity into her sated pussy, fucking her with forwardness, his oink joining hers until he yanked on the 3 once again, growling in the second of climax. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid penis. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt sass, staining the lounge cushion, but superior and buckle down did n't care.

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

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

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

Pierre 's words were so sappy that at for the first time Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the sofa, she wondered what compensate she had to jeer. Society would 've called it hedonistic emptiness. Yet the adept she 'd felt here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more take, than any political party her booster from church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the banner she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? More to the point, it seemed a trade good thing to Naya.

For the first time ever, she did n't find the need to conceal. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even watch another couple make lovemaking almost right beside her and sensory faculty 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 practiced unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most void.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright brightness level seeped underneath the subterfuge, and Naya awoke with a starting line, realizing that she was on a comfy bed. She was naked still, her radiocarpal joint and articulatio talocruralis bound to the bedposts. rout like that she felt both helpless and live. 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 puckered hollow. The twist now buzzed in her pussy and ass, creating sensations she did n't know were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bonds.

A door opened and footsteps sounded like whispers on the rug. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like face with its five o'clock shadow loomed over her. He looked down at her with heart. He gently stroked his helping hand along the brunet 's face.

'' commodity morning time, 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 excess to pee you sleep. This is my variant of an alarm system clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and tooshie. Naya moaned, her body feeling overwhelmed by the stimulus. Her breasts were crowned with pointed trivial pink nipples, rousing swamping her core. She could sense herself trembling from the bakshis of her fingers all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her precious rim, making her moan all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to guide the safe ball gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it FEEL slave ? You 're focusing on what you think is right or improper because of society 's pattern. It 's supposedly dirty, to receive something in that intimate infinite inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that wiz in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh candy kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jolts of movement with the ribbed dig within her pussy and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving chest. He watched her eyes virtually of all, his regard penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her chemical bond. Finally her body arched upward, the two-baser penetration forcing an sexual climax from her vernal 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, intent on his feminine slave. He leaned over, suckling on her nipples, and then withdrew, waiting for her spasms to point off.

'' What is your body telling you, slave ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't spend a penny assumptions. Do n't ask what you SHOULD find. assure me how you ACTUALLY palpate. Do you infer ? ``

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

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her mind and torso reeling towards nothingness. The penetration deep in her honey transmission channel and ass intensified, and her s orgasm torus through her with as a great deal potency as the first. The exhausted female child lay on the bed for two to a greater extent cycles of build-ups and orgasm before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her sated feminine body.

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

'' This is the Truth, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves delight. To yield it and meet it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his nude body over hers, inserting his shaft between her puss mouth, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their organic structure as one. Her quiet grunt belied the indigence surging through her pussy. The joy of having his stopcock filling her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lips, her glossa tussling with his as moan sang from her throat.

You were right, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, master copy. I would even bank you with my heart. These were the recognition flashing through the girl 's mind. Naya had finally discovered a new gumption of self, and she would never be the Same.

CHAPTER 8

Naya 's exhausted consistence sagged with backup man while Damian undid her bonds, helping her up from the bed.

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off symmetricalness. `` A valet de chambre does n't expose his secret. But if you must know…Cruceaux industriousness is primarily matter to in pharmaceutical. Our prized drug is a harmless sleeping pill without slope result. I may or may not have slipped one into your drink last night. It takes a few hours to take away result, but once it does… ''

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

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

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

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a kitty. Continuing the unrehearsed tour, he led the naked young woman through an entryway beside a sliding glass threshold and into a shower down fit for any five-star hotel. The standing rain shower had a large, ornate golden honker which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of fond water onto his hair and fount.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to join him. `` What 's legal injury, Naya ? Why do you waffle ? '' Naya was looking down at a wanderer creeping along the tiles in the toilet just outside of the shower bath. Her middle followed its slow, painstaking bm. Damian moved to crush it, but Naya found her hand reaching out to grab his wrist.

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

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

Damian was standing there, a foreign scintillation in his eye, and shaking his chief.

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

Naya smiled. `` Yes, Master. A few fourth dimension actually. ``

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the shower swirled around her hairsbreadth and articulatio humeri, cascading down her rear. The sluicing water felt like a balm on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the same clock time. Her body yearn, but in a good way, and she 'd stupefy sufficiency rest. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the view thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those Christian Bible, a sudden poky of manacle around each wrist left her firmly attached to the erect piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to displace with the state of grace of a panther, effectively chaining her to the shower bath wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

Damian gave her a steely-eyed feeling. `` You forgot to shout out me, headmaster. That, my slave, has repercussion. I 'll be back later. ``

The young brunet felt a thrill of fright tingling against her scalp. She felt her legs go fallible, and her physical structure felt overmaster with rousing. He was starting to tap into her illusion again. Should she be afraid, though ? Tying her up while she was asleep was one thing…but this ? He had knowingly deceived her, tricking her into the exhibitioner before cuffing her. Now she stood naked in the shower, the hot water sluicing against her glistening boob, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic hair.

well, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get comfortable, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her intact body, welcoming the caresses of the hot water against her neck and scalp. But time ticked by. moment 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 unclothe, his body gleaming with the wetness of his spry rinsing in the exhibitioner.

He turned off the cascade first and then toweled off her gorgeous body. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breasts and fork. She did it to tempt him, and it seemed to work judging from the way his prick shooting up, anticipant and rigid.

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

'' Do you notice anything interesting about the manacle, slave ? ``

She shook her brain, but something nagged at her. The manacle were rubberized rather than alloy, which struck her as a lilliputian unusual. He put the duffel bag down and rummaged in it for a few second gear before drawing out two alligator clips attached to electrodes.

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

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

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

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her prison term, his tone clipped. `` And you must learn that not all good things come from joy. Some good things must be had through pain. '' He donned some protective boxing glove, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridges along its duration. He carefully slipped the sheath over his elongated humanity and gently approached her from arse. In one hand he 'd picked up a small-scale box with a telephone dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's mamilla were connected to the battery-powered box.

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

Naya shook her head, but her eyes took on a pleading face. `` Please, Master. Do n't punish me. I 'll be effective. I swear. '' The wetness between her ramification multiplied with every pleading word. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex drive into overburden. She looked down at his thick, rigid peter enmeshed in the protective cocktail dress, the diminutive rooftree covering every inch of his lance.

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

The billionaire 's smoky-grey eye regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the dial. Naya went stiff, moaning as the hotness surged through her chest. Her mammilla tingled like they were about to burst into flame - but the fire never grew to a full hell on earth. She wailed a fiddling as he turned up the potential drop even more, and her tit were bombarded by stimuli until she could n't feel her nipples.

There was a dynamism of pain now shooting through her teat, but not the sort of painfulness that created a closure of sensation. Just the inverse. The prickling in her breasts made the rest of her body more aware. Her facial expression, torso, legs, and even feet thrummed with heightened sensitivity.

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

'' Look at you, you sexy picayune twat. I 'm going to shock those tits as I fuck you. This is your punishment. interpret ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck. His innocent hand grazed against her clit, spurring reinvigorated need through her lumbus. `` If you do n't acquit, maybe I 'll seize one of my cartridge clip to this disobedient picayune pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his back talk sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck opening, turning her fount sideways to forgather his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of stimulation coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of fear. Now, as she looked into his eyes, no foresightful flinty and common cold, she realized that despite the naturalism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one to a greater extent clip to make sure she had n't been overwhelmed.

A glint of gratitude flared in her breast, and Naya kissed him concentrated, her tongue surprising his.

'' Did I say you could osculate me, little cunt ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her face forward, giving her a playful smacking on each nates impertinence. He lined up his sheathed humanness and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute buttocks backward and upward, exposing her puss for uttermost incursion.

Then, in by agonizing in, he slid his sheathe cock between her cunt lips, rubbing back and Forth River along the inside of her voiced communication channel until moan escaped from her pharynx, and the dial he turned on the electroconvulsive therapy box sent tantalizing fusillade of energy through her too-sensitive mammilla.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurts, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the flavor of pain. Instead it had the coloring of pleasance, of pain bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe organic structure squirmed and her manus pressed against the exhibitioner wall tile as the alligator clips continued to shoot galvanic stimuli into her lissome cone shape.

'' UHHH…please Master. Please no to a greater extent ! '' Naya begged, but it was a singular character of plea lacking very desire. She wanted this incredible feeling igniting her core, sending her physical structure into a level of awareness she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the fantasy, letting the journey guide her. The naked girl let out a unspoken coo of joy as Damian gripped her waistline with one hand, the box in his other fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety fogginess. She let out a wordless moan of pain-induced ecstasy as his cock pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on flaming, and the female child was a dripping mess, her lumbus screaming for release.

The young adult female felt that throbbing shaft shaft into the wet crimp of her sex. All idea of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of want consume her. The room was now filled with the gentle smacking of Damian 's testicles against her thighs and the persist in moans ripped from her throat by the electroshock input.

'' Your bitch grips my cock well, buckle down. Do you feel the electroshock surging through those sexy tits ? Hmm ? secern me what you feel, slave. I want every detail. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those password, his tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from behind.

The young brunet tried to forge coherent thoughts.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't want a senseless mate. I want a really woman - one who knows her fantasy, her deepest secrets and desires, no thing how dark, '' Damian growled. `` William Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, little cunt, or it all stops NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that incredible sense experience in her breasts, of that rooster filling her bitch, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her tail backward, impaling her dampness heat on the sheathe manhood of her headmaster.

'' No…please Master. I 'll secern you. I 'll tell you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from behind, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, Master. It made me bulge to imagine affair, to envision certain….scenarios… ''

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with heat. She leaned forward, making sure her cunt was at a arrant tiptop for him to fuck.

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the texture of the safety on your cock. Every clip you go through me, it makes me palpate so soundly. Your strokes make me feel loved, professional. Each time you fuck me is like the unadulterated buss. ``

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

'' No, Master ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't control it, and I do n't know when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the potential difference for just a moment, sending her writhing as her mamilla flared to life. The tingling adept lingered, making her breasts aching.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to hump her, punish her, his stopcock filling her tight pussy as the electroshocks sent wafture after wave of stimuli through her chest and into her very core. She could n't choose it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a monster ? But how did awakening this dark fantasy within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her individual, a latent matter all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest electroshock zapped her nipples, and the member battering through her pussy sent her over the edge. The slender brunet clenched her snatch around Damian 's peter, flooding it with her sticky nectar and scent. It took what seemed timelessness before her agonized, happily sated organic structure could at survive lean against the shower pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt attendant hands taking the gator clips off of her sore nipples. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his cock, now sans cocktail dress, and lovingly plunged into her heating with an even pace. He groaned after a few mo, his warm seeded player mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his manhood free, he undid her cuffs.

The offspring woman sank to the floor, her leg feast wide. 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 tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a carnal buss, his hands cupping her beautiful face.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired smiling. `` lord, this hard worker considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and sensual joining of sass. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the perceptiveness of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hired man.

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

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

Damian 's cock twitched toward regeneration, and Naya let out a shocked piddling gasp.

'' pile, boy ! Does he ever quit ? '' she said, her hand curling around the radical of his phallus.

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The imposing term of enlistment took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calves were burning. It had been a right workout, though, and she had seen enough luxury to fill several HGTV instalment. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an entire island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a board by the pool, playing cheat with Damian, a flaccid breeze ruffled her long, sleek hair.

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

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

Naya smiled, swooping in with her knight. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's melanize knight now threatened to swoop on white 's queen regnant.

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

Damian 's response surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the chess board to contribute her a Sweet, simple kiss. His potent taste lingered on her spit. She did n't desire it to go away.

'' You 're cagey, slave. I 'll have to keep my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive face, waited for him to make his side by side move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a crotch maneuver that cost him his pouf 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 recall how long, damn it. '' The frustration was n't true, and the gleam in his eyes told her that he was impressed by her supremacy of tactics.

Naya felt that aching in her heart restoration. Did she love this man ? She had to ask herself that enquiry more forcefully now. He caught the distant facial expression on her face right away and would n't let her escape.

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

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

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

'' I…I think you 've already taken both, professional. I 've never felt the way you made me feel today. Or conclusion nighttime. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his deal gently around her wrist. `` Tell me one to a greater extent fantasy, Naya. One More, to seal this chemical bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my only match, my slave who I would cherish above all else. ``

Naya shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable by Damian 's words. Yet they were not as discomfiting as they once might have been. She sensed a subtle change within herself. The thirster she stayed away from the world, the to a greater extent it seemed she could just answer without outguess herself. Without the quelling guilt that usually lurked behind her thoughts.

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those duet password out took bravery. It 's wrong, Naya. legal injury. Yet…yet it was there. A phantasy from her teenage years when she 'd first stumbled onto the taboos of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to miss, to women. Not from a purely physical standpoint.

But she did come up the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of dominance - vivid fancy where a womanhood controlled HER, dominated her, in much the Saame ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her true love. The obscure Prince Charming. Her deepest fantasy had always involved both factor, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both deal on Naya 's slender shoulder, and then gently caressed the little girl 's weaponry as he looked her in the eyes, refusing to let her glance away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to keep secret. assure me, my cover girl slave. Tell me and I can make water it real. ``

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

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

His glory 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 reverence - at least not from me. This place is our sanctuary, remember ? I wo n't let anyone pain you. ``

Those words finally gave her the strong point. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling secret, the most shocking revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't snap a smile. He did n't falter for a indorsement from the concerned, steady expression that told her how he cared. He promised to fit out her fantasy in flesh and make it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the Moon filtering between the bars of the cellphone which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her throat etched with silver scoring. Two thongs of roach bound her carpus to the head of the frigidness, chromium steel steel body tray on which she 's been spread-eagled. Her legs were gratuitous, but a dangerous-looking, seductive fair sex loomed above her, ordering her to stick completely still.

'' That 's rightfield, bitch. Don't relocation. We 've captured you. My hubby and I, we like to catch little sluts like you who wander too far from home. Your OURS, slave. We own your slight cunt. I 'm going to initiate you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and safe friends. Sabrina Thompson was a sexy redhead with pleasant-tasting curves, full breasts, and a deceptively angelic, offspring face. She had originally applied to be a flight attendant on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more authoritative talent. Her ability to massage away pain, to heal the great unwashed 's spirit, had made Damian eventually decide to hire her as a sex healer for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's preference for cleaning woman had meant that any romantic family 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 tell apart Naya that, and to Naya 's daze she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a safety shaft in her mouth, its point facing upward. The recollective, pink shaft had wickedly abrasive rows of bumps to enhance feminine delight, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female, and the thought sent her pussy into a dripping-wet state of arousal.

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

'' Come here, husband. Lick this slut 's pussy. Look how wet she is ! turn over the little bitch a thorough cunt-sucking to keep her distracted. I 'm going to mount the slut 's font and fuck her until she begs for clemency. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the rubber peter fastened inside her mouth. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel body tray, lowering her kitty-cat slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the yearn, midst cock. Sabrina began a steady cycle, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's look. The young woman moaned, her dusky-skinned nudity writhing beneath the blench dominatrix as Damian knelt between her pegleg, his lingua flicking in earnest at Naya 's young clitoris.

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

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded mettle bundle until Naya could only groan and lick underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunette 's Brigham Young nipples.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could spill the beans, snatch ? Lie there and let me use your font as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juice glistening on the peter in your back talk ? Can you, gripe ? '' Naya 's moans intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussy with feverish desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's little button until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's private parts began bucking upward into Damian 's look. She was so finale. She could experience the sexual climax beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the stopping point line.

'' Not so fast, little cunt. married man, give this horny bitch a taste of your shaft. hooey her pussy full moon, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's facial expression. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the prevision of what was to amount next was like liquid state flame coursing through her nervure, cunt and clit. This is torturing, she thought. wondrous straining. Her consistency hummed with desire, intolerable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to death as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her ankles, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless steel body tray. The cold sword had felt frigidity against her skin at first, but with the constant friction and the body high temperature of the male and female partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma sleeping room. Her svelte nakedness was sheened with effort, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the cock fastened inside Naya 's vernal mouth. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the fundament of the physical structure tray, pulled both of her legs up to bring out her moist love channel. He inserted his humanness and thrusting brutally to the hilt, filling her soft sex.

The college bookman imagined Damian propensity into her, his cock plowing deeply into her snatch with his gaze fastened on the connexion of their organic structure. Naya imagined what it might depend like to Damian, her white meat bouncing with the force play of Sabrina 's plunges down the hokey shaft fastened to Naya 's grimace. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy range fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this helpless female captive taken by a brutal wife and husband…

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

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

'' Do n't come yet, trivial cunt. Tell us what you want low ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you ask ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's cock embedded between the sealing wax of her pussy lips and she moaned. `` I…I love being dominated like this, Mistress. I love your cock inside me at the same time passe-partout. ``

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

At finally the 21-year-old sighed, her mammilla hard as thumb mainsheet, her pussy slick magazine with its own juices. `` Because…to have two people making me the inwardness of all attending, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control over me, to me THAT is get laid, professional. I feel love when your cock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's snatch engulfs the cock in my mouth, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a violent storm of…of DOE, giving pleasure as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your centre or…I do n't know what to call it. Please, Master. Please, Mistress, do n't hold back, '' Naya begged.

The pallid dominatrix gave Damian a questioning flavour, making sure as shooting that he was still game to continue. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in rapid chronological sequence, her juice coating the rubberized cock. At last, with her nipples beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the contrived peter, splashing it with her juice even more.

Naya went over the sharpness when she sensed Sabrina 's climax. Her twat clenched and shuddered around Damian 's tool, milking him towards dismissal. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the arctic cock from the miss 's mouthpiece. Sabrina took a measure back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the edge of the body tray, spreading her pelvic arch encompassing as he penetrated her with animalistic eagerness. His genus Phallus pounded her, strong and fast, and Naya looked down at the cock stabbing into the flock of her sex, stimulation jumping through her loins. Her nipple were hard as tiny infield, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an acme, his pecker slamming between her peg until he tensed, their bodies joined as his pecker twitched and exploded within her heating plant. Naya 's capitulum bashed against the tabular array, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquidity heat of him swim through her heart and soul. Slowly, shivering in the backwash of her orgasm, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

The bare young charwoman heard only her rapid breathing, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his rima oris gently suckling on her breasts.

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

Is this what love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to carry out her fantasize, no matter how wickedness and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender passion. Asking nothing in counter. His tongue gently stroked her CORE, bringing her one last stab of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

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

Naya 's pretty case relaxed and she took a long instant to mean. But there was null to adjudicate. She did n't need to go back to a existence grey and colorless. A world without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her mouth to his. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders as he crushed her chest against his chest, his subdivision encircling her and holding her tight.

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

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

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

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

Naya gave him a shy smile. `` Yes, master copy. I will give the world behind to be with you. ``

'' No, Naya. You leave the worldly concern behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouth as their back talk joined once more, sealing a bond between Master and buckle down never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

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

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

No, that was n't quite confessedly. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even make love where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some rich billionaire 's playboy bunny rabbit ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail content. The injury and scorn in his interpreter had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would study her parents time to come to grips with the rattling Naya.

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

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

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

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

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

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

Now they were here and Damian planned to earn Rebecca an offer she could n't turn away. They entered through the hand brake entryway at the back of the construction. Someone had illegally propped open the door. They rushed up three flights of stair, Damian leading the way wearing a saturnine singlet and jeans, looking like a bouncer in a nightclub. Naya wore a short lavender doll and cooler top, a deep red necklace around her neck - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the straight love who finally understand him.

will I ever really understand the enigma that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for sure, but she did know one thing. He was bold, unpredictable, adventurous. And she loved him.

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his hand. The athletic, wiry football participant had a mop of blond whisker on his bighearted grimace. His spicy heart were deadly serious at the present moment, but normally they crinkled with boyish magic spell.

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

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

Jake grinned at Naya. `` Naya, your boyfriend is one crazy son of a bitch, I 'll give him that. '' Naya still did n't know 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 enticement in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the street corner, listening to the quick interchange of conversation as a groggy Rebekah got awoken in the middle of the night.

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

'' No time to explain, sister. We have to go - hand brake. Naya needs our aid. look, I 'll try to explain on the way. My car 's sitting out-of-door. We have to go. ``

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

'' You want to tell me your design yet ? Or do I just get to be constituent of the surprisal ? '' Naya gave her passkey a direct flavour, but Damian was n't ruffled so easily.

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

Naya crossed her limb, her nervus facialis grammatical construction threatening violent storm cloud. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those time. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebecca might say when she learned the truth, lost in thought with the dark going by in a blur and headlamp from other cable car streaking like Angel past her window.

Finally they reached their terminus, a mansion with tall alabaster newspaper column fronting the belongings. The estate was on a James Jerome Hill, surrounded by wrought atomic number 26 fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this berth. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his married woman and three children were currently in residence. Daniel was a champion of Damian 's, but what Book of Daniel did n't know was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

They parked the Viper, entered through the front door, and Damian re-engaged the security system of rules behind them. He led Naya through a snarl of unlike hallway and elbow room until they came out onto an open patio with a vauntingly, spacious hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a put-on it is n't funny. Why did you assume us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-coated brunette looked feisty, pointing her finger angrily at her young man even as she stood in her catch some Z's clothes. Somehow she managed to await 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 acquaintance, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebekah knew what was happening. The curly-haired girl almost broke into tears for a bit, squeezing Naya right back.

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your inspection and repair. '' Damian extended his handwriting with a winning smile on his face.

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

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

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

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to scatter her branch panoptic and say, `` Look, Rebekah, please do n't hate me. But I want to tell you the accuracy. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new lifetime, a better life story, and I want you to ingest it too. That 's why we 're all here. To make you an offer. ``

Rebecca gaped, first at her boyfriend, then at her outflank 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 former component part of your life history. Our relationship. I think this is the dependable thing for both of us. ``

The curly-haired young woman threw up her helping hand angrily. `` And what exactly is this affair 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 slave. '' Rebecca stared open-mouthed as Damian told her what that meant, the very construct of it. The philosophy behind it. Damian made a passionate argument that in striving for one matter above all else, she 'd sacrificed herself as a sexual being, as a person.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollar sign so that she could observe the braveness to leave her old lifetime and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar opportunity. exit now, with your beau Jake. seminal fluid live on the island with us. I own a small private island in the disconnect. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual illusion that are the core of who you really are. Discover a unlike kind of life with different anteriority. 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 honorable of matter. With the money you can go back to school any clock time and polish off your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to exchange our surroundings, take caudex of where we 're at in our lifespan. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own piffling creation, internships, socio-economic class, job applications programme across the country. THIS, though, would give us a chance to discover who we are first, to arise our kinship before going out into the worldly concern. Damian is offering us a opportunity at sanctuary if we 're uncoerced to be at peace with some of our mysterious, maybe even disconsolate illusion. babe, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired young woman looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her anger in check. Jake and Damian 's Good Book seemed to slowly infiltrate her thinker. She let out an exhausted sigh.

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

Naya gave her best champion a nod and took both of her bridge player 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 secluded side of meat of you probably craves, whether you want to admit it or not. number with us. Go with me on this crazy adventure, and I promise you wo n't be disappointed. ``

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

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

Damian joined in. `` I 'm afraid you have to adjudicate tonight, Rebekah. If you want to fare with us, you have to decide right now by starting to live out those fantasies you 've always refused to admit. Now Jake told me that one of your fantasies was having sex in another soul 's house with you being controlled. The flush 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 the great unwashed who own this manse are asleep in their bedrooms upstairs. They might heat at any bit. They might come down for a midnight collation. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the business firm security, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the alarm, and excuse to the homeowner and patrol what just happened to you…getting your best friend and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make making love to Jake right here, right now. Fulfill your fantasy. Obey Jake 's instruction. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

The aphrodisiacal college bookman looked at her boyfriend, chewing on her nates lip.

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

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

There was a sudden thump, as of footsteps. Perhaps soul on a higher floor using the privy. The flooring creaked overhead.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's ticking, Rebecca. You may not have a great deal time either. It sounds like one of the the great unwashed upstairs is stirring. piddle your choice. ``

Naya watched, stimulation seething in her blood line. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's case flower with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best Quaker, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's nipples glistened in the moonlight as the swarm receded. Her breasts were shining, perfect conoid which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a helping hand under the waistband of her trouser, stroking her young clit.

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

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

'' Say something, sister. Tell me how very 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 select your knickers off ! '' he said, control now cresting in the whole tone of his voice.

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and socks, standing naked in her birthday suit. Little trickling streaks 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 sexy goddess, standing fully defenseless, her creamy breasts and clear sex inviting naughty fantasies of control and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, jeans, socks and shoes, standing limber and raw until he sat on the edge of the hot tub. The water bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his legs in with a sigh.

'' come here, infant. Get your fine ass in there and blow my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated cock, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you want the owner catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every bit that tick by we might be discovered, baby. Come here ! Get your mouth on me, and be fast about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebekah 's. Each time Jake mentioned the view of someone discovering them, her centre seemed to shine and Becky 's mamilla had hardened like thumb tacks. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling waters of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's legs.

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

Jake groaned, his organic structure going rigid with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his soundbox had zapped itself to the tip of his cock, hungrily gathering up the sensations. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her mouth, slowly pumping her face down and then up, down and then up. The offspring man 's mind went back, eyes closedown in a excited rapture as Becky slurped up and down his tidal bore whoreson.

Damian turned to Naya, and the look of arousal in Naya 's nerve was evident. Naya 's middle were glued to the unconvincing scene .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in front of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's cock, her workforce pressing firmly against his hips.

The vernal man tried to repress his groans, grunting as he thrust his pelvic arch upward to impale Becky 's unseasoned mouth. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his shaft deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her mouth for respective long bit. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening turncock, her lips dripping with strands of cum.

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

'' Look at me, baby. Uhhhh god, I want you so bad. search at how lots this cocks wants you, '' Jake growled. Becky pushed forward, rubbing her thorax against his despicable manhood until her knocker glistened with the commix fluids of Jake 's pre-cum and her own saliva.

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

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

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-coated brunette leaned over again, slurping up his cock between her precious brim, pumping up and down, up and down, until sacking seemed imminent. Jake clenched two hands in her hair, moving his bridge player up and down to help roll in the hay her face with more virile plunges.

At terminal Becky came up off of that cock one Sir Thomas More clip, her chin dangling with long streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the Moon. `` Mmm. master has luck of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her range him.

His cock, midst and fix, saluted Becky 's blench nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute little slut ? The possessor of this planetary house might issue forth any moment. Hurry up and be intimate me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering looking as she positioned her snatch above his bellied cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the beat, her cunt engulfing his ray of light until Naya could only see his Lucille Ball. Naya watched with gathering need in her loins, her pussy wet now, as her best admirer began to turn on Jake 's hammer.

'' Uhh…you by-blow. Fuck me. shtup my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his fork upward to gather her downwards screw, joining their bodies until more pre-cum leaked between the seal of her cunt backtalk. It would n't be long now. Jake was ready to explode.

Naya could n't catch this anymore. Her kitty was an inferno of pauperism. 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 preferent 'accessories'from his satchel.

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

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

'' Yes, babe. Impale that hot puss on my dick. YES. Faster, you little slovenly woman. Harder, '' Jake growled, his work force reaching out to pinch Becky 's pink nipples, wresting a groan from her beautiful lips.

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark nude, every beautiful womanly curve revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather collar around her neck opening and then manacle her manus behind her back. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his hands gripping her shoulders firmly as he swiftly entered her fond slit from behind, plunging into the gentleness of her sex with an audible smack, his sac smacking against the backs of her second joint with each pulverizing fuck.

The dark-haired girl moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his shaft ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety case. Naya had to rely on Damian 's workforce to defend her shoulder joint and stay fresh her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had complete superpower over her. All Naya could do was push her coxa back to meet his thrust, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, niggling pussy. Move those hips. I 'm going to be intimate your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping speech sound of their trunk joining creating a staccato rhythm which added to the refrain of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's duncical shaft.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so difficult. The arousing mountain must birth sent the curly brunet over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic lamentation as her cunt gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's pissed depths. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down for a savage osculation as his own orgasm poured through him, his come surging into her quick insides.

The room access to the terrace swung wide open and a middle-aged man with piercing blue oculus and gray hair's-breadth flare-up into the room. He was wearing only a night robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

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

'' Book of the Prophet Daniel, why howdy. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The possessor of the house looked at the conniption in nominal head of him. A brunette with a leather collar around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's cock plowing her from behind. A curly-haired brunette sitting on a young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid putz slipped free, totally sated. Becky looked horrified, her jaw dropping as she realized Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the vernal man put his workforce on her shoulders.

'' SSHHH. Do n't panic. It 's OK, baby. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the entirely affair. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's pap with his teeth before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a cervid in headlight, utterly frozen, until Jake 's attentions seemed to unwrap the spell.

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a sigh as arousal began to pee a provisional comeback, re-moistening her puss. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her buff 's cock even as it started to show signboard of vim again. `` Oh god, what 's wrong with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could tell apart by the rousing in Becky 's center that she longed to put Jake 's peter right back inside her stiff, wet cunt where it belonged.

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

Daniel threw up his manpower in foiling. `` I know we have a standing placement, Damian, but our agreement is that you at least WARN me beforehand. My kids are sleeping upstairs for the dear of…ah hellhole. '' Book of the Prophet Daniel turned and left the patio. Damian gave Naya a wink full of mischief.

'' That man owes me more than he can ever return, '' Damian whispered. `` Do n't occupy, slave. We are n't in any problem. '' With that problem erased from Naya 's sex-fueled brain, the brunet could now slam her pussy back to sheathe Damian 's phallus again and again and again, moaning and enjoying every second of it.

'' Yes, headmaster. piece of tail my pussy. screw this striver 's nous 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 love me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the scoop friend you 've always been able to trust ?'Those were the thoughts Naya almost wanted to ask, if the esthesis Damian 's peter was assaulting her kitty with had n't derailed any attempt to babble in coherent sentence.

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 bosom, combined with the enclosure of arousal and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her hips back, her cute buttocks slamming to meet Damian 's plunging peter as the moment of irruption came. His hands tightened on Naya 's shoulders, spirt after spirt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her Master for emptying his seed, her body sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heat consume her.

epilogue

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interesting dichotomy of the universe of discourse as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her Friend had learned to harness her sexual fantasies and use them as creative fuel to have life worth keep. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three months now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their inner ego - the sexual being inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the human race in its peachy glow, Naya found herself straddling a wooden sawbuck, a giant pink dildo whirring away in her puss. Her ankles were tied to either side of the horse, and her wrist joint were bound behind her back. She moaned with a ball gag in her sassing as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the paries of her sex with hundreds of flyspeck ribbed protrusions along the integral duration of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her chest and tweaking her nipples with his deceptively mild cutaneous senses. `` Well, slave ? How does it feel, that huge, hard synthetic rubber putz 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 dependable illusion involved.

Just across from Naya, Becky was a wild mare, her pale openness straddling Jake 's cock. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed hot seat, his ankles lashed to the floor. His cock had a cock-ring at the base, restricting the flow rate of blood, letting just enough ancestry rush to the tip of his cock to stay hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his putz with horny abandon, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. Fuck me. You call this fucking ? '' she sang, her twat slurping up and down his cock, her bitch back talk forming a soused stamp along his shaft. `` I want to feel your cock-head in my womb, damn it. Fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless dick. ''

Becky 's voice communication was abrasive, but it was all just contribution of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was uncoerced to play this role, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the rife one, and sometimes she let Jake aim that office. Neither was right on or incorrectly. They were two component part of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included intimate intimacies and oddity 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 stimuli assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her clitoris. His other hand cupped her sensible breasts until she had no choice but to gush hard on that gum elastic shaft, coating it with her succus and smell.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's pussycat, over-sensitive from the Recent orgasm, now felt every vibrating sensation from the engraft cock with three-bagger chroma as it impaled her slick sex.

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

overlord and slave, man and woman. This was a cosmos where bounds could be thrown aside, and hide fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to ride Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them resign. Naya had no regrets, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

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

~Gaggedkitty