CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing expression of her roommate. It had n't been the first time she 'd seen Rebecca give her that aspect. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mysterious as his picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The aspect staring back at her seemed cynical, the eyes hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at least a decade her senior, but his tip face had somehow retained the magic spell of a a lot younger man. Damian 's eyes were smoky grey. His figure was stocky, and even under the nighttime purple frock shirt, muscleman rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. Adventurous, unfold to possibilities, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an evening and, if you play your calling card right, Damian might just save you for a patch. Offering : $ 2 million the first night. terms transferrable after that. Do you defy ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might consume called her petite from a distance, but she had noticeable curvature and a eubstance that screamed womanly beaut. She glanced in the mirror one hold out clip, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black dress. It matched the shiny, charcoal-black hair that hung in wavy lushness a good few in past her articulatio humeri. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the track team at Triton University. She was also a elder studying engineering.

The roomy behind her was like a diffuse reading of Naya. Rebecca 's forgetful, curly fuzz and mischievous eyes were always looking for the succeeding harlequinade to act as. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online advertisement.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just state me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few more calendar month. Is this, like, some close pudden-head stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible grownup ? Because I promise you, there are LE stupid way of life to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't know WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a sequent killer for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to tell her the accuracy. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dream, not hers. Now that she was so close to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt empty. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her feel active. She did n't need to recall about the future, at least not for the sentence being. Running across the online ad in an obscure assembly had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. Crazy or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to take in what she hoped might be the nighttime of her life, amount what may.

CHAPTER 2

The eventide began as Naya had hoped. Just on time, 8PM, and the lunation already hanging in the sky like a giant pale Frisbee, the streamlined, blackamoor limousine pulled up to the curb near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the check with her, wearing a much LE dressy jeans and a tank car top. She gave her booster a good-bye hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take charge of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. infer ? '' Naya looked into her champion 's worry eyes, fiery with that indigence to protect. She loved her roommate. This was her best protagonist, and she was touched how worried Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupe. I promise to be careful. Love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. bid that fellow you 've been pining for the last few Day, '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to commit her a lick in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed driver opened the door for Naya, and the college scholarly person got in before Rebecca could try promote retribution. She waved at her friend as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on PIN number and phonograph needle. A light rain began to fall, making the asphalt and buildings glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of legerdemain. Wow, what a corny mentation. Do n't let your screaming meemies make you say something pudden-head tonight, Naya reminded herself.

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

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the driver. She had caught the name 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking melanise man had a shaved head and looked like he could 've played in the national Football League with no difficulty. But he did n't even react to Naya, just rolled up the sectionalization windowpane and turned on some pleasant jazz music that would 've drowned out any encourage attempts at communicating.

Naya frowned. The first flyspeck bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a remarkable interpretation of Rebekah 's voice. As the minutes ticked by, still totally incognizant of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of instantly concern. Nearly 45 transactions passed before Naya was prepare to fuck on the sectionalisation and demand that 'Pierre'stop the vehicle and tell her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limousine eased out of the rain, pulling to a stop in a all-encompassing warehouse floor flooded with light.

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

There were wrangle of beautiful young charwoman. Many of them wore lean dress, others wore pieces of nifty elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the ornateness of the night-robe and onerousness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look more mature than their years.

Naya quietly let Pierre conduct her over to join the crinkle of expectant girls. She stood beside a blond young woman in a brightly red dress which had a single shoulder strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy articulatio humeri and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't know this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's other slope was wearing a sparkly green storage tank top and blackamoor slacks embroidered with wrangle of bright beads. She turned with a critical flavour in her emerald eyes. `` A filth is still a filth, no affair how fine the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged part on an assembly line. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the charwoman '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 trusted Mr. Cruceaux will retrieve sooo attractive, '' The blonde woman in the red dress interjected, taking Naya by the wrist and turning her in the other direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to answer to that. '' She finally took in the contingent of the blonde fair sex 's face. Her pretty puritanic eyes were all-encompassing and ingenuous now, but moments before they 'd been huffy and sharp.

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

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

'' Yeah, I know it IS a little over the top. Even though I do n't fit the dull blond stereotype, sometimes I like to play appearing and see how much people assume. You can take a lot about people by what they do or do n't ASSUME, '' she finished with a grin.

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant digit along the silk trimness of her gorgeous fatal dress. `` Damn, woman. This hugs your figure like the nightie 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, immediate link, and gave her handwriting a squeeze. `` Do you live what 's going to happen next ? '' Naya asked `` Have you ever done something like this before ? ``

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

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

A shiver ran up Naya 's spur. She remembered that the online ad had n't said anything about there just being ONE chosen fille. What if Damian Cruceaux liked to induce more than than one char in his bed ? What if this secret billionaire wanted Naya to do things that she did n't want to do ? `` Do whatever he asks, when he asks. '' The full-of-the-moon meaning of that had n't started to really hit home until now.

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

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

The two stood bridge player in manus, talking to one another, trying to preserve each former 's spirits up and distracted while more missy were dropped off for the strangest competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at to the lowest degree 100 offspring fair sex in the storage warehouse. The constant pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the Whitney Young woman impatiently waiting. When a black limousine zoomed through the bay threshold, screeching to a halt, pennon fluttering with the corporate logotype of Cruceaux Industries evident, the whole property 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 doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its bright ash gray vest contrasting sharply against his two assistant'field clean ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the demarcation of young women as if he had a right to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the gangway of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gowns, his eyes seemed much less concerned about the physical endowment of the adult female he surveyed than about early lineament.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to gloss over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the middle of each fille he passed. He seemed to measure her whole bearing 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 progress to her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's mitt again as anxiety wrenched at her substance. She realized her huge foul-up, her eubstance tensing in fear.

Claire had to want to see her sexy best in battlefront of Cruceaux, and now she had a missy she 'd barely met squeezing her paw tightly like a frightened trivial sis. Naya was mortified. But it was too late to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to view them, and his oculus had already taken dandy note of their link up hands.

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

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hired man - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde woman first, and then his piercing regard set its sights on Naya. He seemed to linger on her sheeny, midnight hair and the dark chocolate pool of her eyes. His eyes gently caressed the slimness of her shoulder joint before looking her up and down again for estimable meter. He settled on her grimace, and Naya tried to meet his regard. After a few instant, she couldn't.

Her pump began to sink as he began to turn away. But instead these words came out of Damian 's oral cavity as he spoke to his two assistants.

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

Naya exchanged a ready glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new friend 's centre. They had done it. They had passed the first run. Claire leaned over, risking a rustle before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the Nox Begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the urge to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather shock absorber opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glance that was less harsh and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the manufacturing plant floor just minutes earlier. The five o'clock shadow on his jaw gave him a rugged, life-threatening look, complimented well by ash-gray eye that missed nothing.

'' I do n't think I caught your names, '' he said mildly as the bay doors slid surface and the limo lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

'' A pleasure to foregather you both. I want you to have intercourse, that no affair how this night transpires, you two are quite special. I wouldn't have asked you to come if I thought otherwise. ``

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

'' Do you say that to all your beautiful fancy woman ? '' Naya continued boldly. Claire gave her a squint-eyed looking filled with warning.

Damian Cruceaux chuckled. `` Ah. You are a rare gem, Naya. I thought I saw a out of sight fire in you. In solvent to your question, no…not at all. I do not give out regard freely. You will get word that soon enough. ``

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

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

It was Pierre who opened the room access, but Naya flushed when Damian took her hand, guiding her out onto the sidewalk as Pierre snapped open his umbrella. When Claire moved to watch over, Pierre softly put up his bridge player.

'' Forgive me, my noblewoman. You have early plans for the night. I see the disappointment on your aspect, but do not pass judgment the even until it 's over. I would not stimulate brought you this far only to desolate you. '' The Brobdingnagian, muscle-bound black man sounded almost fop, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent lineage rushing to her boldness. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's heart was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an occupy USA. 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 side of her, a stripe of self-conscious cognizance surfacing with a vengeance. She was cognisant of the ruby pendant at her pharynx, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering black-market in the clothes. She had been going for a decadent look, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her figure of speech and rested on her face, she had succeeded.

'' You are a mesmerizing woman, Naya. Now that we 've passed through some of the pleasantries and get under one's skin to know each early a little, my hope is that this dinner can be somewhat more…intimate. Do you know why you 're here ? ``

To share a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a night of love and excess without rue ? That might have been the caprice that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first shoes, but it did n't go so impressive now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the table edge, almost ashamed that she had no lead answer.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a young lady with a linear personality. You 're a youth adult female looking for something more out of life. More than what bon ton says you can be. Tell me I 'm damage. ``

Naya let the silence engulf the table between them before she could get together her cheek. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed able to snaffle onto the More she focused on the richness in Damian 's vocalism.

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

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

'' Because you know you 're mightily. You ARE proper, '' she replied, finally meeting his regard. `` I…too often, I 've let others prefer my pipe dream for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to conceive, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a shadow Prince Charming. In a few month I 'll have my engineering point. Probably a few month after that I 'll hold financial independence. But that 's not felicity. It feels void to me. I see my friends become absorbed in their own little domain, 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 caprice and spending the night with a man you do n't even get laid ? ``

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

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

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

'' Too early to tell, '' she whispered. `` But tell me this, '' she said, trying to recoup. `` Why did you wreak Claire ? Why raise her hopes up only to cruelly allow her and then subscribe to me ? I do n't jazz if I can respect a man who does something like that. ``

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

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

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

His deportment turned serious, though, even as that finally sentence brought up alarming head in Naya 's mind.

'' The truth is a lot more mundane than you would believe, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like family unit to me. Pierre has been with me for several age, but has yet to find the right woman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's aright, Naya - I was playing matchmaker this even. Pierre trusted me to pick out. I 'm a commodity judge of alchemy. Even as we dine here, he has taken her someplace else for an intimate dinner not unlike this one. ``

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

'' Does that stand for you 're monogamous ? '' she asked bluntly.

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

Naya took a sip of her vino, letting the delicious goal dancing on her palate for a few sec before responding. `` Well, can you find fault a young lady for getting certain ideas after you 've put her in a card with 100 other sexed-up women ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. bazaar enough. I guess I do owe you a more lineal solution about myself. Do you sleep together why monogamy is the highest configuration of relationship ? ``

Naya shook her principal and withdrew her deal. That damnably pleasurable spirit of his mitt rubbing her arm was making it difficult to think straight.

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two thing in this globe which matter to me to a greater extent than anything else. Jealousy and loyalty. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' What do you want of me then ? Does this mean you want me to be your lady friend ? That this is about more than a nighttime or two of passion ? Is this a date ? ``

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

'' I find the countersign 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to create you my mate, my subservient. I will be your headmaster, and you will be my Slave. ``

This terminology drew stark lines in Naya 's mind and fondness - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored drear fantasies. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a buccaneer king, sometimes by a savage churl, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fancy would probably appear 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 fantasies. ``

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the heating plant rushed to her cheeks. She realized that both of his hands had invaded her side of the board, gently grasping her radiocarpal joint.

'' How does this feel, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's breathing had quickened. She was sure he could see the rapid rise and decline of her white meat under the skintight fabric. The sweat along her hilltop had to be noticeable too. Her cleavage felt sleek with perspiration, and she wanted to unchurch her nerves for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's middle gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rarified woman, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to bed exactly what you are getting into. I don't clasp to the norms of lodge. smart set is trivial and stagnant. I want you to sense alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - company 's impression be damned. Men and women think differently. We ARE unlike. smart set forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do things you may not need to do. But secretly your muliebrity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and care for you, but I will also make you MINE. I will push you to the terminus ad quem, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her chemical reaction. His hands still gently clasped her articulatio radiocarpea. Even that subdue point of his control over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

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

Naya abruptly withdrew her hands, breaking his grip. She flashed him a loathly 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 case, social class to pay heed. Preferably ON sentence. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his digit on the table and took a sip of the alright 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 quit your red cent family, take the $ 2 million I offered, and suit my slave. ``

Naya took a swig of her wine-coloured, swirling the beautiful red liquid in the okay watch crystal shabu, watching and imagining it was stemma. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the expectant Damian Cruceaux is not the man to tame me ? What then ? ``

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

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

But the billionaire returned her rational statement with a carefully impassive locution. `` You tell me, missy. You are the one who said you were matter to in something MORE than a one-night stall. That is what I now offer. So…what do you resolve, Naya ? What would my cute and aphrodisiac girlfriend choose ? ``

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that Holy Scripture. Girlfriend. He said it like it was a dirty Book. Like it implied acts she could barely conceive of. A frisson ran up her spinal column, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be measured. Do n't you think of Rebekah 's words ? 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 confessedly to who you are. Not the someone you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's respectable and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

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

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would happen next. I guess I was wrongly, she realized not long after. The limo had come to pick them up, but this sentence it was a different driver who ushered them into the gage seat. inside, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting incline by incline on the plush leather cushions opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every move had the easygoing limberness of a Felis onca. He casually put an arm about her as the driver gunned the limo into the rain-soaked night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' cartoon strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her physical structure go cold. A moment later, though, heat flooded her veins. 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 Danton True Young woman and a man in a tux. She looked over at the two of them, and her cheek must deliver shown her stupor.

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

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

'' Claire, get hold of off your clothes. Now. ``

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to fulfil his. For a 2nd she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blond slowly unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipped free of the easygoing satin, and shimmied free people of the residuum of it. She was now in only a bright crimson bra and scanty. Next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric free fall to the flooring. Claire slowly drew the panty down her delicious hip, sliding them gracefully off of her mortise joint. The heels came off then, and there was nothing but birthday suit. Just womanly mantrap, naked and plain.

The naked blond sat beside Pierre, her svelte breasts displayed for the other three people in the limousine to admire. The thatch of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to assure a world of delights.

'' Open your thighs a little wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her wooden leg opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, open and exposed. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or sheer intimate arousal, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's heart with a tone of triumph, like a soul does when they 've just conquered a fearfulness, and it gave Naya an incredible Rush.

Before anything Thomas More could be done, Naya found her hands reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed fabric without too much trouble, finally letting it flop to the side as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and pink step-in. She sat there, looking at Claire 's soaker body. The blonde 's pale hide and feminine curves were beautiful, elementary as that.

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

'' Does it help, Naya ? Seeing your fellow slave naked before you ? Does it hand you courage ? When you answer me, telephone me Master. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to carry off your clothes as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without feelings of mercy. But you must show me you are trying. Are you giving this your scoop 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 figurehead of everyone ? It's…it 's not good. ``

'' Society has taught you to be ashamed of your own physical structure. Do n't mouth to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful affair in your mind. Now do what I say. lease off what remains of your vesture. I would see the real you - a naked, pristine Naya, a slave of unrivalled beauty. ``

As he said the words, though, Damian gently did the work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to discover her supple cones. He then slowly slid her pantie down her legs, all the way to her mortise joint, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the corner, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her cunning butt felt the assuredness leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her let out slit lips. She felt a thrill of risk, of stimulation, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's bodies. They were not the like, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned skin was a shade darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly big, the nipples larger and more pronounced. Naya 's quiet belly with its belly-button closed chain added an exotic allurement beneath her well-formed breasts, and the powerful quality in her arms and legs was unmistakable.

'' What do you think, Pierre ? Are these slave not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulders, hugging her bleakness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a new ballgame. 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 sense all the way to her loins. She had to consciously prevent her body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

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

'' They are both keen, victor. I can definitely call a spade a spade, '' Pierre said with a grin. He looked at Claire, his arm reach around her shoulder in a similar possessive military capability. He went a pace further, though, claiming her mouth with a tender kiss. Claire moaned, her nipples beading too, and her nudeness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her clapper responding. At last they came away from each early, mouth parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, slave ? Put your mouth on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's optic widened, but she unstrapped the Shirley Temple man 's leather belt, slid it off of his shank, and greedily unzipped his slacks. Her graceful hand moved to slide down his pants and undergarments, letting a midst, prospicient cock spring free.

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

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

'' She 's sucking his cock, original. She 's taking him in her lip, '' Naya whispered. Her snatch felt heat. Surging hotness. She suddenly felt a suffocating heating plant despite the air-conditioning in the limousine. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her sassing back and Forth along capital of South Dakota 's manhood. There was a gentle, suckling musical rhythm, its sound soon evident in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's aureate hair into two clenched clenched fist, groaning more deeply as she went to lick on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her lips.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your optic as my cock filling your lip, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his shaft, her spit caressing the duration of his cock. She pumped her face back and forth, the suckling speech sound intensifying until Pierre grasped her head and gently forced her all the way down onto his genital organ. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the girl bottomed out on his pubic hair's-breadth, her horn in practically touching his crotch.

After various second base, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with strings of pre-cum drifting from her sass. She wiped them with her carpus and then began to thrash the position of his peter, her script tenderly pumping his manhood even as her natural language laved his cock-head as if it were a delicacy.

Naya sat there in incredulity, her loins wet with abominable 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 touch of two fingers gently rubbing against her exposed button. Damian 's finger. The man was pinnace but firm - and what began as gentle rubs soon became firm strokes, stoking a fiery need that coursed through the brunette 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her breasts heaved as he tormented her with the delicious attack of touch. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her mild channel. She tried to hold her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that foresighted, black cock. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her mouth on the shaft again, this time bottoming out on the dark slab until her gurgling was patent. She came up for air, fresh Strand of gooey cum drifting from her backtalk. These she gathered with her fingers, licking them clean as if they were a sugary delicacy.

'' Good, slave. How does your schoolmaster 's cum sense of taste ? '' Pierre rumbled.

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

'' What are you flavour, Naya ? '' Suddenly the blessed fingerbreadth stopped moving, and dashing hopes tore through Naya 's naked body. She thrummed with need, and her private parts had been unconsciously thrusting forward to see the billionaire 's touch.

'' I…I smell high temperature, schoolmaster. Your finger feel so good inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't stop, '' she confessed.

'' You want more, you 'll give birth to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the actor's line hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his bloomers, slid them and his undergarment down to his legs. She paused a present moment, admiring the full package in her attention. His midst, vein-bulging turncock was intemperate for her, so gravid. She imagined the feeling of need which must be surging through his hale body, the descent rushing to the distance of his irradiation.

She gently licked the tip of his tool, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the shaft straining inside her sassing. Her lip formed a tight'O'around it as she pumped her oral fissure up and down, bobbing up and down his hammer until she could hear his audible groans join those of Pierre.

This tactual sensation of control she had over him, it made her feel incredibly live. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a hectic intensiveness. metre seemed to come away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's raw second joint, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` support suck me, cute little twat. Impale that sugared little mouth on my stopcock. Yes ! '' Damian 's phonation had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian beast she 'd dreamed of in her fancy than the sizable businessman he was.

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

'' Open your mouth, slave. OPEN ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her tit. Damian raised his humanness higher, the last series of spurts covering her aspect and sassing. When he was at finale fully spent, Damian lifted her book binding onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to savour the play of emotions across her nerve as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new heights.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonised moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the sticky cum on her face, its mordacious perfume filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the hellhole in her core - that quickly building syndicate of desire so desperately needing release. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his finger's breadth desperately, grinding her articulatio coxae with fervency. She did n't deal anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limousine on a highway, going who knew where with two former people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender touch. She felt his fingers cajole, batter and violation her clit in the most erotic touches she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's index finger's breadth plunged into her sex, rubbing against the position of her love channel, piling one sensation on top of the early until she could recoup it no more.

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

Naya 's moan plateaued, and her trunk climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her purulent clenching around his exponent finger's breadth as she came hard, her juices flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender weapon 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 motionlessness. Naya 's vernal expression pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her fond breaths panting against his neck.

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

Naya blushed, but she also felt completely sated, mental object. She curled into Damian 's arms, her read/write head against his bureau.

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

Yet if that was lawful, then why had her body never felt so animated ? She remembered his manus 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 puss lips, impaling her damp estrus and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a shaft so inflexible and filled with need. Then she felt his warmth satisfy her interior, her eyes snapping open as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his thorax, the airport final lights twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

'' Do not interest yourself, Naya. Time soon enough for me to be slipping into attire less constricting. We 'll get you cleaned up on the airplane. Are you hungry ? '' Naya licked her dry lips and realized that she was. When she nodded, Damian retrieved a looking glass, used the dispenser which the limousine was equipped with, and handed her a cold swallow of piss. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her passe-partout and put it in the cup holder.

She looked at her milieu - this perfectly ordinary limo - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting naked next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the wide leather cushions, his arm wrapped around a bare 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 trade good catch. ``

Naya gave her Master a skeptical look. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one promptly fuck a small early to be crowing your achiever ? '' Naya realized that the misanthropical side of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the Word, but Damian seemed to bring out the uncensored version of her, both the bad and the good.

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

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

'' It is clock time, my ally. The plane is ready, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the door. `` What are you waiting for, Naya ? You go first. ``

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

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

The brunette looked down at her nakedness and could n't believe what this man was asking her. It was one thing to be stub naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee supporter and a mate cleaning woman. To be walking out into the unresolved - along a track where just anyone could be watching. That would be horrendous. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful dead body walking naked, displayed proudly beside your Master ? said a tiny voice in her head.

She looked at Damian one more clock time. His lip was set in a firm job. He was serious. Dead serious. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to contact her regard steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a deep, beef up breath, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her bare metrical foot on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic tomentum, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her nipple into cold-sharpened astragal. She breathed in the fresh odour of rain and pine trees. The airport was secluded at least, and she was grateful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hired man gently rubbing her downhearted back. `` What do you feel, Naya ? Shame ? veneration ? Banish those emotions from your straits. You are a beautiful charwoman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have goose egg to fear. I own this airdrome. No one will make bold judge you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the business in his face. Just consequence before he had looked nettle, stung by her abrasive word of honor about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her tenderness ache just a little. She impulsively slipped her arms around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to give way him a longsighted, lingering kiss. He tasted of raspberries for some reason, and her good sense awakened, the rub of his vest along her chest creating a pleasurable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male escape co-occurrence, their blue vests looking almost inkiness in the nighttime, materialized in front of the limo. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help stockpile anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with difficultness, trying to celebrate the red from creeping onto her font.

'' Please headmaster. Ca n't you give me something to fag ? ''

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

'' Now will you behave, Naya ? I can add a collar and leash if you think to wonder my orders again. ``

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

Every stride felt like torture to Naya. She felt like movable being paraded before a victorious concourse, even though the runway was virtually vacate. A few airport personnel went about their duties, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his cortege. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the same way as Naya, but she hid her concern better than the brunette. Pierre gestured her up the wild leek 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 arse beside Claire, and the two raw slaves were handed moist towelettes to pass over themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her typeface and breast with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little fuss, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to help oneself, slave ? '' The forgivingness in his eyes disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the macadam like a conquer slave miss brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the saddle sore to ask kindly if she needed his aid ? She gave him an excitable face, but quietly nodded. With deft cerebrovascular accident he wiped off the stickiness on her breasts, cheeks, and elsewhere on her case.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the drape which divided the mill about area of the planer from the front of the cabin. Naya did n't acknowledge the type of airplane. She guessed it could induct 40-50 citizenry comfortably. It was definitely used for business travel, and it was well stocked with drinkable of all kinds - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juices, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the uncommon moment of seclusion.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how bunglesome she felt. Why did sitting naked next to mortal alteration her ability to reckon or sing normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't make sentiency, but the awkwardness was like a fog on all sides.

Claire smiled. `` More than a fiddling, Naya. I 'm no-count you were so uncomfortable back there. I was just as uncomfortable…but I 've tried to listen to what Pierre 's been urging me to do. To not think so much. To just let myself feel. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a soft gag. `` That probably sounds stupid, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an immorality grin lighting up her pretty nerve. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few looks your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his cock, feeling the blood rushing through his manhood, my manus resting on the straining muscularity of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to hitch his private parts upward into my warm oral fissure. Naya shook the storage away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, maledict it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensations she could n't look to control.

The youth blonde looked at her friend, gently patting her script. `` 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 association. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same thing. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so indisputable. I 've already managed to say some stupid thing tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave slavish lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two worlds, the liberated person I want to be and the person whose dead body I 'm stupefy in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't make love how to be that with all these contrary tactual sensation telling me that what we 're doing is ill-timed. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a smutty tie and business pelage placed her handbag just out of arm 's reach.

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

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

Naya looked at the purse again. Her smartphone, on vibrate, was ringing flashy and clear, jostling against the other accessories in her purse. `` I need to answer that. That 'll be my roommate Rebecca. She 's probably calling to curb on me. I should suffice, tell her I 'm okay and that I wo n't be back tomorrow. ``

'' Did I say you could have phone privileges, knuckle down ? '' Damian 's middle peaked in interest group. A suppressed grin could n't shroud the humor in his center, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

'' 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 sofa across the aisle, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going slack as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to bare out of his tux, dress pants, and polished black shoes. He was soon naked before her, his torso rippling with muscle that she 'd suspected had been there from the second she first saw his photograph.

Naya felt her core torrent with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her pocketbook and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll pull in you a mickle, slave. Come here and climb me. fuck me. bait this turncock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her issue and put the telephone set to your ear. You can tell your roomie that everything 's ok then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. jibe ? ``

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

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

'' I…Master, please let me call. Then I 'll fuck you. I promise. '' Why did the melodic theme of talking to Rebecca while in such a compromising side terrify her ? Naya 's warmness was racing like it wanted to infract out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hands cupped one of her knocker, squeezing just enough to deepen the sensation until it wrested a moan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please sea captain. ``

'' You heard my go, Naya. Take it or leave it. This will be the in conclusion luck to use your speech sound until the weekend is finished. You either cry her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading spirit. She wondered how many other charwoman had given him that Saame heroic pleading reflection, and been refused any mercy in return. He gently pinched her left tit between pollex and index finger, and she hissed in stupor at the maven of nuisance mixed with pleasure.

'' secernate me what you are feeling, slave. Why do you waver ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your revere holding you back. Not me. '' Those words seemed to infiltrate her defenses, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she talk to Rebecca now ? What made making love to Damian, writhing on top of his hammer, something to be quietly kept hidden like some black secret ? The horny brunet licked her brim and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entrance to her sex, then eased herself down the starting time inch.

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

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

'' What do you feel, break one's back ? Talk to me, '' Damian said, almost begging. She looked down at him, heat melting her eyes.

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to turn yours, Master. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the pace. I love the way you feel…so deep inside me, '' she admitted, her articulation turning to almost a soft purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his peter between the seal of her snatch mouth.

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

'' May I…may I call my roomy now, passe-partout ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the telephone set down on the pillow beside them, the better to gently pinch and anguish Naya 's young nipples and breasts. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted cones and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

'' 1507, '' she sighed, her sex moving upward, only to come crashing down to once Sir Thomas More feel the comprehensiveness of his cock.

Damian keyed it in, went to the tangency list, dialed Rebecca. He held the speech sound to Naya 's ear even as she rode his cock with tender, loving pumps. She sighed, biting her lip as the voice on the former end spoke up, edged with panic.

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been vex demented ! I heard from a friend, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her SISTER had responded to that same ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a completely harem of charwoman to pick out from, that he picked two out of the crowd at a storage warehouse down by the docks territorial dominion and just whisked them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

'' I 'm ... alright Rebecca. '' She stifled a groan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging gaze told her to 'keep piece of tail .'This was theatrical role of the correspondence. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl appearance, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated jibe. The mild friction 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 voice fine. ``

That 's because I 'm advantageously than fine, Becky. Or was she ? She should accept been terrified, Naya thought. She still did n't get a clew where Damian Cruceaux was taking her. All she knew was that she was being flown to gods have it off where.

'' Look, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The other miss was needed for, for something else. He chose ME, Rebekah. He chose to spend the evening with me. After…uh…after dinner he offered me the probability to stay the completely weekend with him. I said yes. ``

'' Naya, what 's faulty ? Why are you groaning ? Are you hurt ? I hope you clear how bat-shit weirdo 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 cleaning woman in the worldly concern, picks you to be his playmate for a night ? ``

'' Would that be so wrong ? '' Naya said, surprised at the rush of anger her roommate 's statement awoke in her.

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to look out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux hope you things he ca n't deliver. I 'm trusted he gets cleaning woman a dime a twelve, sweetie. I do n't call up 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. conceive what you want. '' To drive away the anger Naya upped the pacing of her impalements, enjoying the delicious virtuoso as she bottomed out on Damian 's phallus.

'' Just tell me this. tell me you 're rubber. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her better acquaintance, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of apology in her interpreter. She half considered hanging up on her protagonist. It would do her right field to shit her worry some more. She should 've been well-chosen for Naya, but instead she 'd send off worms of guilt threading through her thought.

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

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call you Monday daybreak. I 'm OK, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't worry about me. '' The mo Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned loud and bring in, her succus dripping onto his cock. She humped his humanity harder, the soft rocking of her body weight moving back and Forth with animalistic ardour.

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

'' She…she told me that you were just another man-about-town looking for a piece of tail. ''

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eyes oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to serve. `` cum here, female child. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian thrust his cock upward, flinging his renal pelvis ferociously to replete her completely. She shuddered as his unloose hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into spasms, her succus coating every in of his unbending member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a candy kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on tight, niggling cunt. save fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her white meat even as she reached out her hands to grip the spinal column of the sofa. She groaned as his renal pelvis thrust upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of angle, her pinna nearly popping as they made the upgrade. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute tail, ramming herself down to connect them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's engorged cocksucker.

Damian cupped her boob gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will hold dear you, slave. You are much more to me than a fuck. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you trip the light fantastic on my rooster. '' He lay back, his hands slipping up to her berm, massaging them as the present moment of coming tore 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 fundamental way. Naya groaned as her sass captured his, taking charge. He sighed beneath her, completely spent, his peter growing flaccid inside the slick, soft, and now-sticky folds of her sex.

She cupped his brass in her hands, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I entrust you ? '' she asked. That enquiry - confidence - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't want to let herself become vulnerable to someone with his variety of power, mortal who could always have what he wanted. And Rebecca was right. She did n't really KNOW anything about him at all. She 'd known him for less than 24 60 minutes. He was a man with resourcefulness, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will shew 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 outlaw of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a mantle over her naked form. `` ease for the balance of the nighttime, slave. I will come check on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the accompaniment if you should want anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' original ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly attendant look, and to Naya 's jolt he dutifully slid underneath the blanket with her. The couch was all-inclusive enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his lovingness, his muscled arm draped over her breasts, his breath warm on her neck. He stroked her calendered tresses of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like fine chain of silk down the other English of the pillow. He kissed the scruff of her neck opening softly, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a tenacious time to the calendar method of his breathing rather than let sleep bring her. Naya could n't serve it.

There was a vehement aching in her chest. Is this what love flavour like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had jam before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secret grin slid over her face and she snuck one eye open. There was a lounge across the way, and capital of South Dakota and Claire seemed to be making broad use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hands and articulatio genus, her hands on the armrest as capital of South Dakota fucked her from behind. She had a leather collar around her neck opening attached to a silver ternary. capital of South Dakota pulled on it just a little, forcing Claire 's neck higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to slam that hot kitty-cat back to meet each of my fuck. Now shtup me, lilliputian squawk. I want to feel you encase every in of my cock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little gravelly than what Naya had expected. Perhaps capital of South Dakota 's gustatory modality were unlike than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's strong personality would rub off on his employees rather than frailty versa.

She watched, fear surging through her headland. Should she arouse Damian ? Had he ever needed to sort out one of his employees who 'd gone too far ? Naya watched as the slender blonde moaned, pushing her cute buttocks backward as the slap of two sexual practice joining filled the air.

'' Yes…Master…call me your beef. Fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's breasts shook with the force of capital of South Dakota 's thrusts. Seeing the huge pitch-dark man dwarfing her lithe, feminine form was a strange contrast. If Naya did n't know better, she 'd almost wonder if capital of South Dakota would kick downstairs her fragile, naked physical structure at any moment. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard capital of South Dakota 's vocalisation suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

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

Pierre stilled, one script still jerking the tierce back, the other deal gently slapping the firm buttocks buttock at his electric pig. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each clock time, encasing him. capital of South Dakota was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the military group, the musical rhythm of their conjugation. `` What do you go for for, slave ? tell me what you feel or I wo n't travel another muscle. Talk to me. ``

Claire sighed, her hips lunging backward as she moaned. `` I…this has been my fantasy, overlord. To be fucked from behind savagely. With a leash around my neck. To be treated like a striver. ``

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

The disclosure appeared in Claire 's vivid blue middle. She sighed, her husky reply manifest. `` Eat out my snatch, Master. Please. ``

It took only that simple postulation, and the formerly overshadow captain had pulled out his humanness, knelt behind the slender young blonde, and began to lick tenderly at her cunt. His tongue strokes, suction, and poke were joined by kisses and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the walls of her cunt between tongue moving picture. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred lounge as if her life was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her frontal bone. The girl 's hairsbreadth was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and forth as Claire 's brain whipped left and rectify, the moan intensifying.

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

Many long moments later the exhausted girl sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, passkey. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her sated pussy, fucking her with zeal, his oink joining hers until he yanked on the triad once again, growling in the consequence of coming. Claire sighed as capital of South Dakota finally drew out his flaccid member. Cum dripped from her glistening twat backtalk, staining the put cushions, but professional and slave did n't care.

Pierre lay back on the couch as she snuggled on top of him, letting his arm enfold her as he kissed the top of her disheveled psyche, the ponytail frayed in half a 12 places.

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

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

capital of South Dakota 's words were so goofy that at first Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the to a greater extent she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the couch, she wondered what right-hand she had to barrack. Society would 've called it hedonistic emptiness. Yet the sensations she 'd mat up here had given her more delectation, made her feel more accepted, than any party her supporter from Christian church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the standards she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? more than to the point, it seemed a good affair to Naya.

For the low gear time ever, she did n't finger the need to blot out. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even watch another couple make love almost right beside her and sense that sexual energy, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be safe unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most empty.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright light seeped underneath the blinds, and Naya awoke with a start, realizing that she was on a well-fixed bed. She was naked still, her radiocarpal joint and ankle bound to the bedposts. spread-eagle like that she felt both helpless and alive. She looked down, feeling a unusual sensation pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal prong had also been carefully inserted into her crumple mess. The device now buzzed in her pussy and ass, creating genius she did n't know were potential.

Naya groaned, writhing in her attachment.

A door opened and step sounded like whispers on the carpeting. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like nerve with its five o'clock fantasm loomed over her. He looked down at her with tenderness. He gently stroked his handwriting along the brunette 's fount.

'' sound morning, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight I gave you a piffling something extra to take a leak you sleep. This is my variation of an alarm clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her confidant sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her dead body flavor overwhelmed by the stimulation. Her breast were crowned with pointed little pink nipples, arousal swamping her essence. She could feel herself trembling from the tips of her finger's breadth all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute lips, making her moans all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to subscribe to the rubber chunk gag out of her mouth.

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

'' Please, Master. It 's so much 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 hand or incorrectly because of society 's pattern. It 's supposedly dirty, to have something in that informal blank inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that sensation in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jerk of cause with the ribbed shafts within her snatch 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 pectus. He watched her eyes most of all, his gaze penetrating her soulfulness as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her body bowed upward, the treble penetration forcing an orgasm from her Loretta Young feminine core.

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

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

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

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her button, sending her mind and trunk reeling towards nothingness. The incursion deep in her love channel and ass intensified, and her moment coming tore through her with as lots potency as the first. The exhausted girl lay on the bed for two more than cycles of build-ups and climax before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her sate feminine body.

The Danton True Young brunette sighed and looked down at the two rubberise putz, soaked in her juices.

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A womanhood who deserves pleasure. To give it and welcome it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked dead body over hers, inserting his cock between her snatch lips, sheathing his humanness in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their physical structure as one. Her quiet grunt belied the motivation surging through her cunt. The joy of having his cock fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lips, her tongue tussling with his as groan sang from her throat.

You were aright, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, captain. I would even trust you with my bosom. These were the fruition flashing through the girl 's mind. Naya had finally discovered a new sense of self, and she would never be the Lapp.

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off rest. `` A valet does n't give away his enigma. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily occupy in pharmaceutic. Our esteem drug is a harmless sleeping birth control pill without side effects. I may or may not ingest slipped one into your deglutition concluding night. It takes a few hr to take outcome, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my common soldier mansions. We are off the coast of Mexico on one of my private islands. It 's a worthy place for privacy…and deflexion, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery tinging his vocalism.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a terrace beside a pocket billiards. Continuing the impromptu go, he led the au naturel Cy Young woman through an entryway beside a sliding crank door and into a shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a large, ornate favourable nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a luxuriant falls of warm water onto his tomentum and human face.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to join him. `` What 's wrong, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tiles in the lav just outside of the exhibitor. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking movements. Damian moved to jam it, but Naya found her hand reaching out to take hold of his radiocarpal joint.

'' 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 bridge player palm up on the ground, letting the wanderer crawl up onto her. She walked outside along the syndicate, deposited the wanderer in a pot industrial plant next to various overhanging vines, and returned back into the shower.

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

'' You are an strange womanhood, Naya. Have I told you that ? ''

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

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

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

As she said those discussion, a sudden clink of handcuff around each wrist left her firmly attached to the vertical piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to prompt with the grace of a panther, effectively chaining her to the shower wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

The young brunet felt a thrill of concern shiver against her scalp. She felt her legs go rickety, and her body felt overwhelmed with arousal. He was starting to tap into her fantasies again. Should she be afraid, though ? Tying her up while she was asleep was one thing…but this ? He had knowingly deceived her, tricking her into the shower before cuffing her. Now she stood naked in the shower bath, the hot water sluicing against her glistening breasts, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic hair's-breadth.

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

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

With her organic structure dried, Damian stepped back.

'' Do you notice anything interesting about the handcuffs, buckle down ? ``

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

'' What are you doing, Master ? '' Naya looked over her shoulder joint 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 ease up them an electric daze. Have you ever experienced the vivid whiz of electricity though your more sensitive parts, Naya ? There are few matter I can compare it to. ``

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

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her time, his step clipped. `` And you must learn that not all good things come from pleasure. Some good things must be had through painful sensation. '' He donned some protective gloves, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridgepole along its duration. He carefully slipped the sheath over his prolonged manhood and gently approached her from prat. In one helping hand he 'd find fault up a small-scale box with a dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's nipples were connected to the battery-powered box.

'' Do you make love what this is, slave ? ''

Naya shook her head, but her middle took on a pleading look. `` Please, maestro. Do n't penalise me. I 'll be good. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading word. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The prevision was sending her sex drive into overburden. She looked down at his thick, rigid cock enmeshed in the protective sheath, the tiny ridge covering every inch of his shaft.

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

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

There was a oomph of pain in the ass now shooting through her mammilla, but not the sort of annoyance that created a shutdown of sensation. Just the reverse. The tingling in her breasts made the sleep of her organic structure more cognisant. Her face, torso, legs, and even metrical unit thrummed with rise sensitivity.

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

'' Look at you, you sexy little cunt. I 'm going to ball over those mamilla as I fuck you. This is your penalization. translate ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the scruff of her cervix. His free deal grazed against her clit, spurring saucy pauperism through her loin. `` If you do n't behave, maybe I 'll attach one of my clips to this unruly little pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his sass sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her face sideways to meet his regard. Naya was still feeling the thrum of foreplay coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of fright. Now, as she looked into his heart, no longer flinty and frigidness, she realized that despite the realism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one Sir Thomas More sentence to make certainly she had n't been overwhelmed.

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

'' Did I say you could osculate me, fiddling cunt ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her face forward, giving her a playful slap on each rear end cheek. He lined up his sheathed manhood and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute buttocks backward and upward, exposing her pussy for maximum penetration.

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathed shaft between her cunt rim, rubbing back and Forth along the inside of her indulgent channel until groans escaped from her throat, and the telephone dial he turned on the ECT box sent tantalizing volley of DOE through her too-sensitive pap.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurt, master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a groan which lacked the flavor of pain. Instead it had the coloring of pleasure, of pain bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her hands pressed against the shower wall tiles as the alligator clips continued to dart galvanizing input into her slender conoid.

'' UHHH…please Master. Please no more ! '' Naya begged, but it was a curious type of plea lacking real desire. She wanted this incredible feeling igniting her core, sending her body into a level of awareness she 'd never quite see. She was following the fancy, letting the journey guide her. The naked miss let out a wordless coo of delight as Damian gripped her waist with one paw, the box in his other clenched fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety gentleness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced ecstasy as his cock pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The tease along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on fervour, and the missy was a sopping mess, her loin screaming for release.

The young woman felt that throbbing tool slam into the wet folding of her sex. All view of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The way was now filled with the gentle slap of Damian 's nut against her second joint and the cover moans ripped from her pharynx by the electroconvulsive therapy stimuli.

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

The young brunette tried to work logical thoughts.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't want a mindless mate. I want a literal womanhood - one who knows her illusion, her deepest closed book and desires, no thing how shadow, '' Damian growled. `` William Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, little cunt, or it all boodle NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that incredible virtuoso in her breasts, of that cock filling her slit, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her buttocks backward, impaling her damp heating on the sheathed humanity of her overlord.

'' No…please master key. I 'll tell you. I 'll differentiate you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from behind, when you were asleep on the carpenter's plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, maestro. It made me start to imagine things, to envision certain….scenarios… ''

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

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

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the texture of the condom on your cock. Every prison term you go through me, it makes me feel so full. Your fortuity make me feel loved, Master. Each metre you fuck me is like the perfect buss. ``

'' And your titty, slave ? How do they feel ? Do you want the infliction 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 eff when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the electric potential for just a consequence, sending her writhing as her pap flared to life. The tingling sensations lingered, making her breasts aching.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, punish her, his shaft filling her tight twat as the electroconvulsive therapy sent wave after wave of stimulant through her breasts and into her very effect. She could n't look at it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a monster ? But how did awakening this dark fantasy within her get his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent thing all this sentence ?

Naya finally squealed as the up-to-the-minute electroshock zapped her mamilla, and the phallus battering through her pussy sent her over the boundary. The slender brunette clenched her pussy around Damian 's cock, flooding it with her sticky ambrosia and scent. It took what seemed timeless existence before her agonised, happily sated body could at last list against the shower pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt tender hired hand taking the gator clips off of her sore pap. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his dick, now sans sheath, and lovingly plunged into her heating with an even tempo. He groaned after a few import, his lovesome seeded player mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his manhood loose, he undid her cuffs.

The Young womanhood sank to the storey, her legs spread widely. Seed glistened between her wooden leg as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her branch, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual kiss, his hands cupping her beautiful look.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired grin. `` Master, this striver considers herself punish VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another diffuse and fleshly joining of lips. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the taste of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hand.

'' Would you like a tour of the rest of the star sign and the surroundings ? '' he asked, smoky-grey heart filled with expert humor.

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

Damian 's dick twitched toward positive feedback, and Naya let out a traumatise slight gasp.

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The deluxe tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calfskin were burning. It had been a good exercise, though, and she had seen enough opulence to fulfil several HGTV episode. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an entire island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a table by the puddle, playing chess with Damian, a soft zephyr ruffled her long, silky hair.

Damian frowned at the chess board, not liking his selection.

'' 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 disgraceful knight now threatened to pounce on T. H. White 's queen.

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

Damian 's reaction surprised her. He gently cupped her Chin, leaning over the chess game board to render her a odoriferous, simple kiss. His potent taste lingered on her spit. She did n't want it to go away.

'' You 're clever, slave. I 'll get to preserve my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive look, waited for him to make his next motion, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a fork maneuver that cost him his king before putting him in checkmate.

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

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

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

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

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

'' I…I think you 've already taken both, Master. I 've never felt the way you made me sense today. Or shoemaker's last night. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his men gently around her wrists. `` Tell me one more illusion, Naya. One more, to seal this bond certificate between us. I love you, Naya. You are my solitary mate, my slave who I would care for 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 pernicious alteration within herself. The longer she stayed away from the world, the more it seemed she could just respond without second-guessing herself. Without the suppression guilt that usually lurked behind her thoughts.

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

But she did find the feminine consistence beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of control - intense fantasies where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in much the Lapp ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her true love. The dreary Prince Charming. Her deepest phantasy had always involved both ingredient, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

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

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to keep mysterious. Tell me, my lovely hard worker. Tell me and I can make it rattling. ``

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

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

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

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is naught you have to fear - at least not from me. This place is our sanctuary, recall ? I wo n't let anyone hurt you. ``

Those words finally gave her the strength. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling arcanum, the most shocking Apocalypse she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a grinning. He did n't waver for a second from the concerned, steady expression that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her fantasy in flesh and make believe it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by duskiness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the bars of the cellphone which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her pharynx etched with silvery marking. Two thongs of R-2 bound her wrist joint to the capitulum of the coldness, stainless steel sword body tray on which she 's been spread-eagled. Her peg were loose, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to delay completely still.

'' That 's right-hand, bitch. Don't movement. We 've captured you. My husband and I, we like to catch little adulteress like you who wander too far from abode. Your OURS, slave. We own your little puss. I 'm going to initiate you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and trade good friend. Sabrina Homer Armstrong Thompson was a aphrodisiacal redhead with delicious curve ball, full breasts, and a deceptively seraphic, young human face. She had originally applied to be a flying attendant on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important talents. Her power to knead away pain, to cure people 's spirits, had made Damian eventually decide to hire her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

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

The gorgeous young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a rubber cock in her rima oris, its point facing upward. The foresightful, tap shaft had wickedly abrasive wrangle of excrescence to enhance feminine joy, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female person, and the sentiment sent her kitty-cat into a dripping-wet state of arousal.

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

'' seminal fluid here, husband. Lick this hussy 's pussycat. reckon how wet she is ! dedicate the piddling 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 mercy. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with indigence. Naya groaned with the rubber cock fastened inside her sass. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel consistence tray, lowering her purulent slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the long, dense shaft. Sabrina began a steady rhythm, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's expression. The unseasoned char moaned, her dusky-skinned desolation writhing beneath the sick dominatrix as Damian knelt between her legs, his clapper flicking in earnest at Naya 's young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her hips 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 pussy in her face. The idea of licking it gave her no delight in itself. But the estimate of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's snatch crashing down on that long, sexy artificial dick - that made Naya 's nipples harden. It made her groan and her pussycat gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

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

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could babble out, snatch ? Lie there and let me use your face as a fuck-toy. Can you see my succus glistening on the cock in your mouth ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's moans intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussy with feverish desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's little clit until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's genital organ began bucking upward into Damian 's nerve. She was so close. She could feel the climax beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the refinement line.

'' Not so fast, petty puss. married man, give this horny bitch a taste of your cock. Stuff her pussy full moon, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's brass. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to come next was like liquid flame coursing through her venous blood vessel, snatch and clit. This is distortion, she thought. Wonderful twisting. Her body hummed with desire, unbearable stimulation. 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 snap her ankles, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless steel body tray. The cold steel had felt cold against her cutis at first base, but with the constant friction and the consistence heating system of the male and female partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma bedroom. Her sylphlike nudeness was sheened with sweat, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussycat down the cock fastened inside Naya 's Pres Young oral cavity. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the body tray, pulled both of her pegleg up to expose her moist love life distribution channel. He inserted his manhood and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her easy sex.

The college bookman imagined Damian lean into her, his cock plowing deeply into her cunt with his regard fastened on the joining of their bodies. Naya imagined what it might seem like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's plunges down the stilted cock fastened to Naya 's side. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy reach realization in her brain. She imagined herself - this helpless female captive taken by a brutal married woman and husband…

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

This apotheosis of pleasure bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated brainiac, and she tried to keep a lid on the culmination blossoming in her loins.

'' Do n't follow yet, little puss. Tell us what you want kickoff ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you necessitate ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's hammer embedded between the SEAL of her slit lips and she moaned. `` I…I love being dominated like this, mistress. I love your tool inside me at the same time maestro. ``

'' Why, break one's back ? Tell us why or we STOP here, and the pleasure ends, '' Damian said.

At last the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as ovolo tacks, her pussy slick with its own juice. `` Because…to have two people making me the center of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that ascendancy over me, to me THAT is love, Master. I feel love when your cock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the putz in my mouth, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a storm of…of Department of Energy, giving pleasure as lots as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your effect or…I do n't know what to call it. Please, master key. Please, Mistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning feel, making surely that he was still secret plan to go forward. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in rapid succession, her juices coating the rubberize cock. At finally, with her mammilla beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the hokey turncock, splashing it with her succus even more.

Naya went over the border when she sensed Sabrina 's orgasm. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the gumshoe cock from the girl 's mouth. Sabrina took a step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the edge of the consistency tray, spreading her hips wide as he penetrated her with animalistic zeal. His member pounded her, hard and truehearted, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the sheepfold of her sex, arousal jumping through her loins. Her nipples were hard as petite diamonds, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an apex of the sun's way, his turncock slamming between her legs until he tensed, their body joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her hotness. Naya 's promontory bashed against the board, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid warmness of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the wake of her orgasm, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

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

'' Mmm. I love how these Pres Young pap taste, slave. Mmm. Let me make clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downwards, his tongue laving at her slickened dearest channel. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't seem to beware doing it in the to the lowest degree.

Is this what beloved is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fulfill her fantasy, no matter how dark and wrick. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender warmth. Asking nothing in comeback. His lingua gently stroked her Congress of Racial Equality, bringing her one death stab of joy before he withdrew.

He unhooked the G-string binding her wrist. She sat up and hugged him, and then he cupped her face, refusing to let her go.

'' wellspring, Naya ? Will you be mine ? I love you, and I will hold dear you. As my better half, my slave. I will fulfill whatever fantasies you desire and protect you. My ticker is yours to be crushed or to be made whole by you alone. One enquiry now. Do you go for ? ``

Naya 's pretty face relaxed and she took a farseeing mo to call up. But there was nothing to determine. She did n't want to go back to a world grey and colorless. A world without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her backtalk to his. Her hands gripped his panoptic shoulders as he crushed her breasts against his chest, his sleeve encircling her and holding her tight.

What am I going to separate them ? Naya wondered. She had a fellowship and friends who would n't infer. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebekah, the in effect friend she had in the world. But she could n't do for Naya what Damian had. She had never known Naya on a level this intimate, and could n't really. Maybe this is best for everyone, Naya thought.

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

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

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

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

'' No, Naya. You leave the world behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouth as their lips joined once Thomas More, sealing a bond between passkey and slave 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 think as she felt Damian wrench up in his contrivance Viper, throwing it into park in movement of her former dormitory. It had been several month since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd squall her roomy 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 have it away what to tell her friend. The one opinion of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her friend behind. Severing that one relationship that had meant the world to her, even if it was n't always transparent.

No, that was n't quite true. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even make love where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some rich people billionaire 's playboy bunny ,'as Dad had put it in the voice mail message. The hurt and scorn in his interpreter had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would drive her parents time to come to grips with the genuine Naya.

The Naya who did n't want to be an engine driver, who did n't want to be a career-obsessed women's rightist foot soldier like Mom always dreamed about.

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

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

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

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

Her practical, respectable, churchgoing champion would never, NEVER agree to live on an island with them in a surreal, sexually loose creation where fancy came true. It just did n't voice possible. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the public figure of Jake Caulfield, Rebecca 's longtime boyfriend. When she asked why he needed it, Damian had mysteriously said, 'Do n't worry…let me do the planning, love life .'

Now they were here and Damian planned to make Rebekah an offer she could n't refuse. They entered through the hand brake entranceway at the back of the construction. Someone had illegally propped open the room access. They rushed up three flights of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a dark vest and denim, looking like a bouncer in a nightclub. Naya wore a shortly lavender skirt and tank top, a ruby necklace around her neck opening - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the dead on target honey who finally empathise him.

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

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his script. The athletic, wiry football participant had a mop of blond hair on his fine-looking face. His blue heart were deadly serious at the mo, but normally they crinkled with schoolboyish spell.

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

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

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

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

Damian and Naya stepped back and let Jake lure in the quarry. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the corner, listening to the immediate interchange of conversation as a stuporous Rebecca got awoken in the middle of the Night.

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

'' No time to excuse, child. We have to go - emergency. Naya needs our help. Look, I 'll try to explain on the way. My car 's sitting remote. We have to go. ``

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

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

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

Naya crossed her weapon, her facial look threatening storm clouds. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those prison term. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to guess what Rebecca might say when she learned the true statement, lost in persuasion with the night going by in a blur and headlights from other machine streaking like saint past her window.

Finally they reached their finish, a mansion with marvelous alabaster columns fronting the holding. The estate was on a pitcher's mound, surrounded by wrought iron fence and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this berth. The man was Book of the Prophet Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three children were currently in residence. Book of the Prophet Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't recognise was that Damian had all his passcodes and security department codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

They parked the Viper, entered through the breast room access, and Damian re-engaged the security system system of rules behind them. He led Naya through a tangle of different hallways and rooms until they came out onto an open patio with a large, spacious hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't suspicious. Why did you fill us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-coated brunet looked feisty, pointing her finger angrily at her fellow even as she stood in her catch some Z's clothes. Somehow she managed to see sexy though, the spot of her nipples poking through her kip shirt.

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

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her friend, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebecca knew what was happening. The curly-haired girl almost broke into tears for a irregular, squeezing Naya mightily back.

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your table service. '' Damian extended his bridge player with a winning smile on his fount.

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

'' Pleased to meet you I guess. '' But her saying said the opposite word. Damian was the man who had taken her trump admirer away from her. Rebecca did n't cognize that she agreed with the liberated modus vivendi Damian seemed to advocate. Rebekah had been thinking inwardly for the preceding several calendar month, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

Rebekah turned to the others in the elbow room, and finally Naya had to spread her weaponry wide and say, `` Look, Rebekah, please do n't hate me. But I want to tell you the truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new aliveness, a proficient life, and I want you to take in it too. That 's why we 're all here. To make you an offer. ``

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

Jake nodded. `` Yeah, baby. I agree with her. I see what you 're becoming. I know you think you want this stage so badly, but you 're neglecting former component part of your life sentence. Our family relationship. I think this is the skillful thing for both of us. ``

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

'' For you to be what you truly are, Rebecca, '' Damian said simply. `` A slave. '' Rebecca stared open-mouthed as Damian told her what that meant, the very conception of it. The ism behind it. Damian made a passionate argumentation that in striving for one thing above all else, she 'd sacrifice herself as a sexual being, as a someone.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollar so that she could find the courage to leave her old aliveness and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar prospect. Leave now, with your boyfriend Jake. Come live on the island with us. I own a small private island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the intimate phantasy that are the core of who you really are. come across a dissimilar sort of life with different anteriority. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebekah stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a practiced thing for us, Becky. The best of things. With the money you can go back to school any sentence and cease your academic degree. But right now, we need this. We need to change our surroundings, take stock of where we 're at in our living. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own niggling domain, internships, classes, job lotion across the res publica. THIS, though, would give us a prospect to discover who we are first, to develop our relationship before going out into the world. Damian is offering us a chance at chancel if we 're willing to be at peace with some of our deepest, maybe even moody fancy. Baby, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired young adult female looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her anger in curb. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly penetrate her mind. She let out an exhausted sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't believe this is even happening. Jake, take me home. I 'll kip on it and think over this…this absolutely freaking insane offer. It 's crazy, but I 'm willing to consider it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really cerebrate this is in good order for me ? ``

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

Becky shook her top dog. `` I…I just do n't know. I ca n't believe you guys actually did this to me. I do n't even sleep together where we are. Whose house is this ? facial expression, 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 assume me habitation. ``

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

Damian joined in. `` I 'm afraid you have to decide tonight, Rebecca. If you want to come with us, you have to decide right now by starting to last out those fantasies you 've always refused to receipt. Now Jake told me that one of your illusion was having sex in another mortal 's house with you being controlled. The charge of possibly being discovered. I 've recreated that fantasy for you right here, right now. ``

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

'' The people who own this star sign are asleep in their bedrooms upstairs. They might fire up at any moment. They might come down for a midnight bite. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the mansion security, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the consternation, and explain to the homeowner and police what just happened to you…getting your best admirer and beau in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. Fulfill your phantasy. Obey Jake 's statement. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

The sexy college scholar looked at her swain, chewing on her underside lip.

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

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

There was a sudden thump, as of stride. Perhaps individual upstairs using the bathroom. The floor creaked operating cost.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's tick, Rebecca. You may not have very much time either. It sounds like one of the hoi polloi upstairs is stirring. attain your choice. ``

Naya watched, stimulation seething in her blood. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's case flush with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her scoop admirer, slipping the shirt over Beckys headway. Bra-less, Becky 's nipple glistened in the moonlight as the swarm receded. Her breasts were shining, perfect cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a hand under the cincture of her pants, stroking her immature clit.

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

'' Oh god, you 're so hot babe. I love feeling your sticky juices on my fingers. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a sigh. His heading came up for a candy kiss, and his sassing swallowed up her tripping moan.

'' Say something, babe. evidence me how much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his dislodge hand gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to knead her raw back.

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

'' You can ! '' Jake growled. `` Shut up and look at your gasp off ! '' he said, command now cresting in the tincture of his voice.

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and socks, standing nude in her birthday courting. piddling trickling streaks of pussy juice glistened on the interior of her second joint where Jake 's fingers had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a aphrodisiac goddess, standing fully naked, her creamy breasts and spread out sex inviting naughty fantasies of control and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, denim, socks and shoes, standing limber and bare until he sat on the boundary of the hot tub. The piddle bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his legs in with a sigh.

'' seminal fluid here, babe. Get your fine ass in there and suck my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated stopcock, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you want the proprietor catching us here, having sex in his firm ? Every second that ticks by we might be discovered, infant. seminal fluid here ! Get your mouth on me, and be quick about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebecca 's. Each time Jake mentioned the prospect of mortal discovering them, her eyes seemed to smooth and Becky 's pap had hardened like pollex weather sheet. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling water of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's legs.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebecca took Jake 's ray of light in her refined fingers, gently pumping up and down his penis until a drop-off of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the position of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a light ghost until her tongue swirled around the tip of his dick.

Jake groaned, his soundbox going strict with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his turncock, hungrily gathering up the sensations. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her mouth, slowly pumping her typeface down and then up, down and then up. The young man 's headspring went back, eyes closing in a mad rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eagre scratch.

Damian turned to Naya, and the look of arousal in Naya 's grimace was unmistakable. Naya 's oculus were glued to the unbelievable shot .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in social movement of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's shaft, her hands pressing firmly against his hips.

The young man tried to suffocate his groan, grunting as he thrust his pelvic arch upward to impale Becky 's young mouth. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his barb deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic fumble. She held him there, lovingly encased in her rima oris for several foresighted seconds. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her lips dripping with strands of cum.

beating her chop shot, Becky proceeded to pump the cock with her handwriting.

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

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

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his hammer between her precious mouth, pumping up and down, up and down, until expiration seemed impending. Jake clinched two hands in her pilus, moving his work force up and down to aid make out her face with more potent plunges.

At last Becky came up off of that turncock one more time, her chin dangling with long watercourse of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the Moon. `` Mmm. headmaster has rafts of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His turncock, thick and ready, saluted Becky 's pale nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my precious picayune slut ? The owner of this house might come any moment. hastiness up and roll in the hay me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering feeling as she positioned her pussy above his bulbous cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining Phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to ground the rhythm, her cunt engulfing his shaft until Naya could only see his lump. Naya watched with gathering need in her loins, her kitty-cat wet now, as her best friend began to ride Jake 's cock.

'' Uhh…you bastard. Fuck me. Fuck my puss, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his genitals upward to meet her downward fucks, joining their organic structure until more pre-cum leaked between the sealskin of her cunt lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was ready to explode.

Naya could n't take in this anymore. Her pussy was an conflagration of motivation. Dripping-wet with its own juices. She turned to Damian, who had just stripped out of his apparel and drawn out a few of his deary 'accessories'from his satchel.

He approached her now, his wicked grin making her ramification go decrepit 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 digit into her soft sex, finger-fucking her firm and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her sexy ass grinding on Jake 's cock as the vernal man moaned with conviction.

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

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

The brown-haired female child moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his dick ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety cocktail dress. Naya had to rely on Damian 's hands to concord her shoulders and keep open her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had discharge power over her. All Naya could do was force her pelvic girdle back to see his thrusts, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever bass.

'' Yes, piddling cunt. Move those hips. I 'm going to fuck your mentality out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their bodies joining creating a staccato rhythm which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick pecker.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so intemperately. The arousing quite a little must have sent the curly brunet over the bound. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic lamentation as her twat gushed on Jake 's humanness. Jake grunted, looking down where his tool vanished into Becky 's tight profoundness. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down feather for a ferocious kiss as his own climax poured through him, his seeded player surging into her quick insides.

The door to the patio swung across-the-board open and a middle-aged man with piercing blue centre and white-haired hair's-breadth explosion into the room. He was wearing only a night robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

Naya turned, her boldness blushing as Damian continued to get laid her operose, as if zero were amiss. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Daniel, why hello. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the theater looked at the prospect in front end of him. A brunette with a leather taking into custody around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's cock plowing her from posterior. A curly-coated brunette sitting on a offspring man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid tool slipped unloose, 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 Whitney Young man put his hands on her shoulders.

'' SSHHH. Do n't panic. It 's OK, child. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the hale matter. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's teat with his teeth before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a deer in headlamp, utterly freeze, until Jake 's attending seemed to break the magic spell.

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a sigh as arousal began to throw a probationary comeback, re-moistening her cunt. The curly brunet reached down, gently caressing her devotee 's putz even as it started to show up signs of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's incorrectly with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could tell by the foreplay in Becky 's middle that she longed to put Jake 's rooster right back inside her tight, wet cunt where it belonged.

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

Daniel threw up his manus in frustration. `` I know we have a standing arrangement, Damian, but our arrangement is that you at least WARN me beforehand. My small fry are sleeping upstairs for the sexual love of…ah hellhole. '' Daniel turned and left the terrace. Damian gave Naya a wink full of mischief.

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

'' Yes, master. Fuck my pussy. ass this striver 's mind out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

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

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to work out her sexual fantasy and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her breast, combined with the envelopment of rousing and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her hips back, her cute buttocks slamming to see Damian 's plunging stopcock as the moment of eruption came. His hands tightened on Naya 's shoulders, spurt after jet of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's figure, thanking her overlord for emptying his seed, her body sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heating consume her.

epilogue

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interest dichotomy of the world as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her booster had learned to harness her sexual fantasies and use them as creative fuel to make liveliness worth living. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three months now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their privileged selves - the sexual existence inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the creation in its peachy glow, Naya found herself straddling a wooden cavalry, a giant pink dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankles were tied to either side of the horse, and her wrists were bound behind her back. She moaned with a ball gag in her mouth as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the walls of her sex with hundreds of diminutive costate gibbousness along the entire length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipple with his deceivingly modest touch. `` fountainhead, knuckle down ? How does it experience, that Brobdingnagian, hard golosh cock thrust up your tight, wet puss. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a angry mare, her pale nudity straddling Jake 's cock. poor people Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his ankle joint lashed to the floor. His cock had a cock-ring at the root word, restricting the rate of flow of line, letting just enough blood rush to the tip of his pecker to stay hard, but making it nearly unacceptable for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his dick with horny wildness, her aphrodisiacal ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. shag me. You call this screw ? '' she sang, her pussy slurping up and down his stopcock, her cunt lips forming a nasty seal along his lance. `` I want to feel your cock-head in my womb, damn it. piece of ass me, you bastard, or I 'll slice up off your worthless hawkshaw. ''

Becky 's terminology was rough, but it was all just part of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was will to roleplay this role, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the predominant one, and sometimes she let Jake take that role. Neither was right or wrongfulness. They were two component of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual liaison and oddities in countless kind.

'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 input assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her clitoris. His other handwriting cupped her sensitive breasts until she had no choice but to spurt hard on that rubber cock, coating it with her juices and scent.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's pussycat, over-sensitive from the recent coming, now felt every vibrating sensation from the embedded turncock with triple intensiveness as it impaled her slick sex.

All the piece Becky 's twat tormented the cock of the man who loved her enough to be her slave. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy candy kiss on the oral fissure. `` Mmm…yes, baby. piece of tail me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's excited cry Panax quinquefolius with sexual going, her pussy coating Jake 's dick with its sweet feminine nectar.

Master and slave, man and adult female. This was a universe where boundaries could be thrown aside, and conceal fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to devolve on Jake 's straining dick, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. Naya had no sorrow, only promises of a future tense where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the floor. 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 society. Remember, always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the safe !

~Gaggedkitty