CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing nerve of her roommate. It had n't been the start clip she 'd seen Rebecca give her that feel. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mysterious as his picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The fount staring back at her seemed cynical, the eyes hard, almost stale, as if they 'd seen too lots. He was at least a decade her older, but his slant face had somehow retained the magic spell of a a lot younger man. Damian 's centre were smoky grey. His figure was constrict, and even under the shadow purple dress shirt, muscles rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female person. adventuresome, spread out to possibilities, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one eve with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an evening and, if you play your cards right, Damian might just celebrate you for a while. oblation : $ 2 million the first dark. Price conveyable after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might cause called her petite from a space, but she had noticeable curve ball and a consistence that screamed feminine stunner. She glanced in the mirror one finale time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black apparel. It matched the lustrous, charcoal-black hair that hung in wavy lushness a salutary few inches past her shoulders. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the racetrack squad at Triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

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

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell apart me why ? We 're going to fine-tune in a few More months. Is this, like, some last stupid person stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible adult ? Because I promise you, there are less stupid style to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't do it WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a nonparallel orca for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to tell her the truth. 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 palpate awake. She did n't need to think about the futurity, at least not for the clock time being. Running across the online ad in an obscure meeting place had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. Crazy or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to consume what she hoped might be the Nox of her life story, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

The even began as Naya had hoped. Just on clip, 8PM, and the Sun Myung Moon already hanging in the sky like a elephantine picket Frisbee, the sleek, black limousine pulled up to the curb near her hall. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curb with her, wearing a much to a lesser extent dressy jeans and a tank top. She gave her friend a so long hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take attention of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. empathise ? '' Naya looked into her supporter 's implicated oculus, fiery with that pauperization to protect. She loved her roomy. This was her good booster, and she was touched how worried Rebekah was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not dullard. I promise to be careful. Love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. predict that boyfriend you 've been pining for the in conclusion few solar day, '' she said with a grinning, dodging out of the way as Rebekah tried to give her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed number one wood opened the room access for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebekah could seek further retribution. She waved at her Friend as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pins and needles. A unaccented rain began to return, making the asphalt and construction glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of illusion. Wow, what a corny cerebration. Do n't let your jitters make you say something stupid tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the pipe dream she 'd harbored for a magical eve tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her dependable ? Would her best be even closing curtain to soundly enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to facilitate the stress by making belittled talk of the town.

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the driver. She had caught the name 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking dim man had a shaved head and looked like he could 've played in the National football game League with no difficulty. But he did n't even reply to Naya, just rolled up the partition window and turned on some pleasant jazz music that would 've drowned out any boost endeavor at communicating.

Naya frowned. The for the first time tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her headway, doing a remarkable rendition of Rebecca 's vocalism. As the minute of arc ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undercurrent of outright awe. Nearly 45 minute passed before Naya was make to bang on the partition and demand that 'Pierre'hitch the vehicle and assure her where the Hades he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding open up, and the limousine eased out of the rain, pulling to a catch in a wide storage warehouse floor flooded with light.

The doorway opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the length of the trip, my Lady. master key 's lodge were to not address to you until we arrived. '' The sudden passion in the man 's oculus did a lot to resettle Naya 's nervousness, but not completely. She slowly stepped out, turned around, and gasped at what she saw.

There were rows of beautiful young women. Many of them wore skimpy dresses, others wore slice of keen elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the ornateness of the gowns and oppressiveness of the composition, were trying very hard to look Sir Thomas More mature than their years.

Naya quietly let capital of South Dakota guide her over to unite the line of descent of anticipative little girl. She stood beside a blonde girl in a shining red wearing apparel which had a single strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulders and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't live this would be a rivalry, Naya thought. She was beginning to sense uncomfortable.

A Melanerpes erythrocephalus on Naya 's other slope was wearing a glittery park tank car top and bootleg slacks embroidered with wrangle of brilliantly beads. She turned with a critical look in her emerald eyes. `` A filth is still a skank, no matter how finely the garb, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged section on an assembly telephone line. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the womanhood '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 crap dog…which I 'm sure Mr. Cruceaux will find sooo attractive, '' The blonde woman in the red apparel interjected, taking Naya by the wrist and turning her in the other direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't make out quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blond woman 's fount. Her pretty blue middle were wide and barren now, but moments before they 'd been feisty and acuate.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to meet you, Claire. That dress looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own cleavage. Below the passementerie of the dress a ribbon of flowers flared across her torso, just highlighting her well-endowed breast that much more. Claire gave Naya a ruthful smile.

'' Yeah, I know it IS a niggling over the top. Even though I do n't fit the dumb blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to bring appearances and see how much multitude assume. You can instruct a lot about mass by what they do or do n't take, '' she finished with a grin.

'' What 's it made out of ? '' Naya said, unconsciously rubbing the fabric between her fingers. Too previous she realized that maybe she was being too familiar with Claire and just a bit assuming, but the blond young lady smiled and seemed to enjoy Naya 's honest interest.

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant fingers along the silk passementerie of her gorgeous calamitous dress. `` Damn, woman. This hugs your number like the gown of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get points for flashiness, but you 've got a lot more discernment, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this palpable, quick connection, and gave her mitt a squeeze. `` Do you know what 's going to pass next ? '' Naya asked `` Have you ever done something like this before ? ``

Claire shrugged, and the anxiety behind her middle said as a good deal ; they were both in the same sauceboat.

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

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

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

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

The two stood deal in deal, talking to one another, trying to keep each early 's tone up and distracted while more missy were dropped off for the unusual contender Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 young char in the warehouse. The changeless pattering on the alloy roofing jostled against the silence conversations of the young women impatiently waiting. When a black limousine zoomed through the bay doors, screeching to a halt, waft fluttering with the embodied logo of Cruceaux Industries unmistakable, the whole stead fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed gentleman who had to be - without any question - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tux himself, its bright silver vest contrasting sharply against his two supporter'knit stitch flannel I, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the telephone line of young woman as if he had a right hand to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gowns, his centre seemed much less concerned about the physical talent of the womanhood he surveyed than about other qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to gloss over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the eyes of each girl he passed. He seemed to value her all posture rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to turn over her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hired man again as anxiousness wrenched at her heart. She realized her immense flub, her consistency tensing in fear.

Claire had to want to reckon her sexy best in straw man of Cruceaux, and now she had a daughter she 'd barely met squeezing her hired hand tightly like a frightened little sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too late to free. Damian had already swept down the aisle to view them, and his eyes had already taken smashing Federal Reserve note of their united hands.

What was Claire thinking ? Naya imagined that the blond woman was furious with her. She had ruined the night for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blond woman first, and then his piercing regard set its passel on Naya. He seemed to linger on her lustrous, midnight fuzz and the dark hot chocolate pools of her eyes. His eyes gently caressed the narrowness of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for honorable measure. He settled on her fount, and Naya tried to satisfy his gaze. After a few instant, she couldn't.

Her sum began to sink as he began to turn away. But instead these word of honor came out of Damian 's mouth as he spoke to his two assistants.

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

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

'' Let the night Menachem Begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the itch to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather cushions opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glance that was less abrasive and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the factory floor just minutes earlier. The five o'clock dark on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous look, complimented well by ash-grey oculus that missed nothing.

'' I do n't mean I caught your names, '' he said mildly as the bay threshold slid spread out and the limo lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

'' A joy to fill you both. I want you to know, that no subject how this night transpires, you two are quite exceptional. I wouldn't have asked you to come if I thought otherwise. ``

The little girl shared an uneasy expression. 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 speech pattern she could n't quite place, and the challenge of figuring it out tormented her, but it also put her in an oddly playful mood.

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

Damian Cruceaux chuckled. `` Ah. You are a rarefied gem, Naya. I thought I saw a cover fire in you. In resolution to your interrogative sentence, no…not at all. I do not give out wish freely. You will see that soon enough. ``

The relief of the drive went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a superficial question here and there. Many of the women 's own interrogation 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 travelling, his by careers.

At last, with the wind picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windshield methamphetamine hydrochloride, the limousine pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian eating house. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the crank windows revealed lush tablecloths and watch crystal product which would 've looked desirable in most multimillion dollar sign.

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

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

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

Soon Naya 's gist was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so madam who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her bridge player on either side of her, a streak of self-aware awareness surfacing with a vengeance. She was cognisant of the ruby chandelier at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering black in the dress. She had been going for a decadent look, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her figure and rested on her cheek, she had succeeded.

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

To share a bed with a billionaire unknown, enjoying a nighttime of passion and inordinateness without regrets ? That might make been the whim that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first place, but it did n't sound so impressive now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the table sharpness, almost ashamed that she had no place answer.

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

'' What ? '' She was taken off guard. His eyes 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 little girl with a one-dimensional personality. You 're a young fair sex looking for something more out of life. More than what bon ton says you can be. Tell me I 'm faulty. ``

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

'' I did n't fuck 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 correctly. You ARE rectify, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others take my dreams for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to believe, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a iniquity Prince Charming. In a few months I 'll give my engineering stage. Probably a few months after that I 'll have financial independency. But that 's not happiness. It feels vacuous to me. I see my champion become absorbed in their own small populace, 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 over-the-top risk of acceding to my whims and spending the Nox with a man you do n't even know ? ``

Naya took a draught of air, feeling fret pool on the slope between her breasts. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to call for their lodge. After Damian ordered a glass of red wine-coloured for them both, the waiter vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling regard on the beautiful feminine objective of his intent.

Naya tried to just be honest. `` Because you have exponent, because you clearly do n't worry what people think. I admired your honesty when I first read the posting. I admired your bluntness, the world-be-damned philosophy I sensed behind the actor's line in your ad. '' Naya could n't think she was saying this. She sounded like another person, but it was reliable. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her friends at church building 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 decent hand over her left hand. She felt the immediate surge of warmth from his palm, and it made her arm tingle.

'' Too other to differentiate, '' she whispered. `` But recount me this, '' she said, trying to recover. `` Why did you play Claire ? Why stir her Hope up only to cruelly result her and then exact me ? I do n't experience if I can observe a man who does something like that. ``

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

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

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

His behaviour turned sober, though, even as that last time brought up alarming question in Naya 's mind.

'' The truth is a lot more mundane than you would think, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like family to me. Pierre has been with me for several years, but has yet to find the right on cleaning woman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's right, Naya - I was playing matchmaker this evening. Pierre trusted me to choose. I 'm a proficient evaluator of alchemy. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an confidant dinner not unlike this one. ``

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

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

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

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the delicious stop dance on her roof of the mouth for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girlfriend for getting certain idea 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 direct answer about myself. Do you have sex why monogamousness is the highest form of relationship ? ``

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

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two thing in this world which affair to me more than anything else. Jealousy and loyalty. ``

Naya risked reaching out her script, stroking the top of his. Let him cause a taste of his own practice of medicine, she decided. `` That seems an odd pairing, '' she replied.

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

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

'' Yet they have, but do n't misunderstand me. I will do anything for the woman I love. If the woman I love asks me to claim another woman to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man take her right in front of me, I could n't deny her even that. There is zero I will not do for a woman, as long as her request does not come tainted by avaritia. '' The difficult line of his jaw had melted into a wry grinning. `` Of grade, you probably find me an odd mix of traditional romantic fancy and things more decadent, shadowy and forbidden. There are few women who have ever understood me. The only one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

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

Though she could n't excuse it, Damian Cruceaux 's password 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 contradictions to be anything but the truth.

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

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

'' I find the word of honor 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to make you my mate, my submissive. I will be your headmaster, and you will be my hard worker. ``

This language drew barren lines in Naya 's judgment and center - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dark fantasies. phantasy of being taken - sometimes by a pirate king, sometimes by a brute churl, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably seem silly to her friends, and many people would be horrified. But there were real number to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a striver ? ``

Naya nodded, and the heat rushed to her brass. She realized that both of his bridge player had invaded her side of the board, gently grasping her radiocarpal joint.

'' How does this tactile property, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's ventilation had quickened. She was indisputable he could see the rapid rise and dusk of her breasts under the skin-tight fabric. The stew along her supercilium had to be obtrusive too. Her segmentation felt guileful with exertion, and she wanted to beshrew her nerves for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's eyes gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare woman, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to know exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the norm of society. Society is superficial and moribund. I want you to feel active, to be what you were truly meant to be - smart set 's beliefs be damned. Men and women think differently. We ARE different. Society forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the Male. I will ask you to do things you may not want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and cherish you, but I will also make you MINE. I will bear on you to the limit, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His hands still gently clasped her wrist joint. Even that tame level of his control over her sent her twinkling racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

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

Naya abruptly withdrew her hired hand, breaking his travelling bag. She flashed him a wicked smile. `` And just what are the rules, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, beau billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my fount, classes to attend. Preferably ON metre. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his finger on the mesa and took a sip of the fine red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earreach, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` Give me the weekend. If you decide to stay with me after that, you 'll take leave your tinker's damn year, take the $ 2 million I offered, and become my slave. ``

Naya took a gulp of her vino, swirling the beautiful red liquid state in the fine crystal deoxyephedrine, watching and imagining it was blood. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the keen Damian Cruceaux is not the man to tame me ? What then ? ``

Damian shrugged. `` Then you are spare to go and I will pay you a class 's salary - $ 200,000. Do we give birth an correspondence ? ``

The dusky-skinned college bookman frowned. `` By the organisation in your ad, you said $ 2 million for just one night. Why would I harmonise to outride with you for two nights and relinquish all that easy money ? ``

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

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that countersign. girlfriend. He said it like it was a dirty word. Like it implied acts she could barely conceive of. A rush ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be deliberate. Do n't you remember Rebecca 's words ? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your life history do something that is dependable to who you are. Not the person 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 sassing opened to work three perfect words. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

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

For a while traffic seemed to decelerate everything to a Australian crawl, but the strong-growing number one wood eventually got them to the highway, and soon they were leaving the city behind altogether.

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

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

'' A low private airport I use every now and then. It 's a bit of a parkway. We 've got some time, '' 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 gaze gave away nothing.

'' Strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

'' Strip. clothes off. Every smidgeon. Now, Naya. I 'm not asking. ``

Naya felt her consistence go cold. A moment later, though, heat flooded her venous blood vessel. The thought of him seeing her completely bare tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a young char and a man in a tuxedo. She looked over at the two of them, and her face must have shown her shock absorber.

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

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making sure as shooting this was veridical. Damian nodded, and his hand made an imperious gesture. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's unverbalised exchange of looks revealed that they had a bond certificate beyond the simple employer-employee kinship. Pierre nodded and turned to Claire.

'' Claire, pick out off your wearing apparel. Now. ``

Claire went very still. Her centre flashed to play his. For a second she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the Loretta Young blonde slowly unbuttoned the backbone of her apparel, slipped exempt of the soft satin, and shimmied exempt of the eternal sleep of it. She was now in only a undimmed crimson bra and pantie. Next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric fall to the storey. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious hips, sliding them gracefully off of her ankles. The heels came off then, and there was nothing but birthday causa. Just feminine looker, naked and unvarnished.

The naked blonde sat beside Pierre, her limber titty displayed for the other three the great unwashed in the limousine to admire. The thatch of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to promise a world of delights.

'' open your thighs a fiddling wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her peg opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, undefendable and let out. Her torso was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or sheer sexual arousal, Naya was n't sure as shooting. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a facial expression of triumph, like a somebody does when they 've just conquered a fear, and it gave Naya an incredible rush.

Before anything more could be done, Naya found her hands reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight clothes. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed fabric without too much trouble, finally letting it flop to the position as she sat beside Damian in only her garden pink lace-bra and ping step-in. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush body. The blonde 's pale cutis and feminine bender were beautiful, simple as that.

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

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

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

'' Society has taught you to be ashamed of your own body. 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 things in your brain. Now do what I say. Take off what remains of your article of clothing. I would see the real you - a naked, pristine Naya, a striver of unrivaled beauty. ``

As he said the words, though, Damian gently did the oeuvre for her. He unclasped the bra shoulder strap, sliding the bra off to unveil her supple cones. He then slowly slid her panty down her legs, all the way to her ankles, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the niche, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her giving birth. Her cute rump felt the cool leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her exposed slit lips. She felt a boot of danger, of arousal, and it was all both confound and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's bodies. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned pelt was a tone darker than the soupiness of Claire 's. Claire 's boob were maybe slightly orotund, the pap turgid and more enunciate. Naya 's smooth belly with its belly-button ring added an alien temptingness beneath her well-formed breasts, and the muscular tone in her subdivision and legs was unmistakable.

'' What do you think, Pierre ? Are these slave not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulder, hugging her nakedness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a new ballgame. Naya could n't consider how sexually cognisant she felt. Every rub of his leg against her naked thigh…even through the framework of his pants - sent sensations all the way to her lumbus. She had to consciously forestall her body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

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

'' They are both keen, master key. I can definitely call a spade a jigaboo, '' Pierre said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm arrival around her shoulder in a similar possessive posture. He went a step further, though, claiming her mouth with a attendant kiss. Claire moaned, her nipple beading too, and her bareness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At last they came away from each other, back talk parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, slave ? Put your mouth on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the black man 's leather belt, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his slacks. Her graceful hands moved to slide down his pants and unmentionable, letting a thick, recollective stopcock spring free.

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

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

'' She 's sucking his pecker, Master. She 's taking him in her back talk, '' Naya whispered. Her pussy felt warmth. Surging passion. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her sassing back and Forth along Pierre 's humanness. There was a gentle, suckling rhythm, its vocalise soon unmistakable in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blond slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's gilded tomentum into two clinched clenched fist, groaning Thomas More deeply as she went to crop on him. Her cheek bobbed up and down, his dick encased between her backtalk.

'' looking at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my cock fills your mouth, '' capital of South Dakota ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his shaft, her tongue caressing the distance of his cock. She pumped her font back and forth, the suckling auditory sensation intensifying until Pierre grasped her caput and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the girl bottomed out on his pubic hair, her pry practically touching his privates.

After several seconds, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with drawstring of pre-cum drifting from her rim. She wiped them with her wrist and then began to figure out the slope of his shaft, her hands tenderly pumping his manhood even as her tongue laved his cock-head as if it were a delicacy.

Naya sat there in disbelief, her pubes wet with painful desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a aspiration. Instead, though, the young adult female felt the appalling touch of two fingerbreadth gently rubbing against her scupper clitoris. Damian 's finger's breadth. The man was tender but firm - and what began as gentle rubs soon became firm strokes, stoking a fiery need that coursed through the brunet 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her boob heaved as he tormented her with the delicious attack of touch. She unconsciously opened her pegleg wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her soft channel. She tried to prevent her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that retentive, black peter. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her mouth on the shaft again, this time bottoming out on the drab slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, fresh strands of gooey cum drifting from her sassing. These she gathered with her fingers, licking them clean as if they were a sugary treat.

'' trade good, slave. How does your overlord 's cum taste ? '' Pierre rumbled.

Claire was startled as the big man grasped her by the nape of the neck, leaning down to buss her savagely. She groaned as the man 's early hand reached behind her well-proportioned butt, inserting a fingerbreadth into her uncovered pussy. Claire 's resulting moan made Naya 's kitty-cat nearly flood. Damian 's fingers had been tormenting her this intact time, and seeing her fellow striver being fondled was almost too much.

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

'' I…I spirit oestrus, Master. Your finger's breadth 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 bear to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the words hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired daughter slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his drawers, slid them and his undergarment down to his legs. She paused a here and now, admiring the full moon package in her care. His thick, vein-bulging dick was hard for her, so big. She imagined the feeling of need which must be surging through his completely body, the origin rushing to the duration of his shaft.

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

This feeling of command she had over him, it made her palpate incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a feverish intensity. clock time seemed to fall away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thigh, gripping so hard as her mouthpiece bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` living sucking me, cute little bitch. Impale that sweet petty sassing on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the uncivilized beast she 'd dreamed of in her fantasies than the respectable businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his shaft with her knife, her teeth gently grazing his shaft as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her pretty backtalk. Before he could even recover though, the brunet had impaled her back talk again, squeezing the sides of his prick with her clapper as she slurped like a selfless slave. Damian 's groans reached a crescendo. He gasped, his hand grasping her by the shoulder joint and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' Open your lip, slave. undefendable ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her breasts. Damian raised his humanity higher, the concluding serial publication of spurts covering her face and mouth. When he was at live fully spent, Damian lifted her back onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to savor the dramatic play of emotions across her fount as his hired hand fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new heights.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonized moan. She looked down at her cum-covered chest and felt the pasty cum on her side, its barbed scent filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the pit in her heart - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately needing firing. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his digit desperately, grinding her hips with ardor. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a main road, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender tinge. She felt his digit cajole, batsman and assault her clitoris in the most titillating touches she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's power finger plunged into her sex, rubbing against the sides of her love channel, piling one sensation on top of the other until she could withhold it no more.

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

Naya 's groan plateaued, and her consistency climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his index finger as she came hard, her juices flooding his genitalia. Naya 's slender arms grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his vest as she felt herself riding out the orgasm. Her nude, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's young fount pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her warm breather panting against his neck.

She 'd lost all sense of fourth dimension and consciousness. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some time before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on capital of South Dakota 's lap, actively riding the big pitch-dark man 's cock. The blonde 's aphrodisiacal buttocks bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sexes joining filling the room with a constant rhythm.

Naya blushed, but she also felt completely sated, content. She curled into Damian 's munition, her caput against his chest.

'' We will be at the drome soon, slave. Now get some respite. I will sustain new challenges for you once we arrive. '' Naya tried to stay awake, but her centre were heavy. The stars flitting by the limousine 's window seemed to tranquilize her into unconsciousness. All she could think was that none of it was very.

Yet if that was straight, then why had her body never felt so alert ? She remembered his manus inside her subdued heat and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his humanity between her pussy lip, impaling her damp heat energy and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a shaft of light so set and filled with motivation. Then she felt his heat fill her insides, her eyes snapping open as her rear arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his chest, the airdrome terminal brightness twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' It is metre, my friend. 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 dark before turning back to him. `` I need my clothes and purse. ''

Damian shook his head. `` Those will be brought along by Marcus, my other driver. You will accompany me to the planing machine 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 matter to be can naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee Friend and a fellow woman. To be walking out into the open - along a rail where just anyone could be watching. That would be awful. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful consistence walking nude, displayed proudly beside your Master ? said a tiny vocalization in her head.

She looked at Damian one more time. His mouth was set in a unfluctuating demarcation. He was severe. Dead serious. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to assemble her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her spare feet on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic hair, tickling the crease of her sex and caressing her nipples into cold-sharpened beading. She breathed in the fresh scent 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 handwriting gently rubbing her lower back. `` What do you experience, Naya ? shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous hard worker. I rule here, and you have zero to reverence. I own this aerodrome. No one will dare judge you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his boldness. scarce minute before he had looked irritated, stung by her harsh intelligence about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her affection aching just a little. She impulsively slipped her arms around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to feed him a foresightful, lingering buss. He tasted of razz for some intellect, and her senses awakened, the rub of his vest along her titty creating a pleasurable wavelet up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight attendants, their amobarbital sodium vests looking almost Black person in the night, materialized in front of the limousine. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we assist transmit 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 face.

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

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such courageousness, Naya. Yet already your will falter and you let society 's brainwashing creep back in. I see I may call for to be a little firmer with you. '' He gestured at Pierre, who retrieved something from the front glove compartment of the limousine. He handed Damian a brilliant brace of atomic number 47 handcuff, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her radiocarpal joint in strawman of her and then gently cupped the cumulation of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

'' Now will you behave, Naya ? I can add a collar and deuce-ace if you think to question my orders again. ``

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

Every footstep felt the like torturing to Naya. She felt like chattel being paraded before a winning throng, even though the rail was virtually empty. A few aerodrome personnel office went about their duty, but in the swarthiness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the Saame way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunet. Pierre gestured her up the ramp first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the steps onto the plane.

The moment she set foot inside a rush of relief swept through her. She was given a seat beside Claire, and the two naked slaves were handed moist towelettes to pass over themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her brass and white meat with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to assist, slave ? '' The kindness 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 appropriate hard worker girl brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the resentment to ask kindly if she needed his help ? She gave him an irritable spirit, but quietly nodded. With dextrous accident he wiped off the stickiness on her breasts, nerve, and elsewhere on her face.

Then he gave her a beguiling, gentle osculation. `` Be good. capital of South Dakota and I will be back soon. ``

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the mill about area of the plane from the front end of the cabin. Naya did n't know the eccentric of plane. She guessed it could invest 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for business travel, and it was well stocked with drinkable of all kinds - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juice, and wine-colored. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the uncommon here and now of seclusion.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how awkward she felt. Why did sitting au naturel side by side to someone change her ability to think or babble normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't defecate horse sense, but the slowness was like a fog on all sides.

Claire smiled. `` more than than a lilliputian, Naya. I 'm no-good 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 delicate laugh. `` That probably sounds dolt, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an evil grin lighting up her somewhat face. `` 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 humanity, my hands resting on the straining muscle of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to tear his crotch upward into my warm mouth. Naya shook the memory away, but the idea already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensations she could n't seem to ensure.

The young blonde looked at her friend, gently patting her bridge player. `` I think he adores you, you know. At first I was so pissed off, when Pierre told me that I was to be HIS date, and not Damian 's. But after we sat down to dinner, we really hit it off. We talked for hour, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this instant connectedness. 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 unintelligent things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave submissive lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two cosmos, the release person I want to be and the person whose soundbox I 'm stuck in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't know how to be that with all these opposite touch sensation telling me that what we 're doing is untimely. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a black tie and business sector pelage placed her bag just out of arm 's reach.

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

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

Naya looked at the purse again. Her smartphone, on vibrate, was ringing flash and discharge, jostling against the former accessories in her purse. `` I need to answer that. That 'll be my roomy Rebecca. She 's probably calling to watch on me. I should respond, tell her I 'm OK and that I wo n't be back tomorrow. ``

'' Did I say you could suffer speech sound privileges, break one's back ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in pursuit. A suppressed grinning could n't hide the witticism in his centre, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

'' Hmm. I 'm not feeling terribly generous now, Naya, but I think I could be persuaded. '' He took her handbag, walked over to a plush couch across the gangway, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going slack as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to strip out of his tux, dress gasp, and polished black shoes. He was soon defenseless before her, his body rippling with muscular tissue that she 'd suspected had been there from the present moment she first saw his picture.

Naya felt her core flood with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll relieve oneself you a deal, slave. Come here and mount me. Fuck me. ride this putz. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her issue and put the phone to your ear. You can enjoin your roommate that everything 's finely then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. Agreed ? ``

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

So why are your nipples hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that tiny representative scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her snatch all the way through her dresser and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her human foot and walked across the aisle. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his naked physical body until his turncock pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, thick and ready for her…and it made her blood run hot.

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

'' Uuhhh. Please Master. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. subscribe to it or leave it. This will be the last chance to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either phone her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading look. She wondered how many other women had given him that same desperate pleading expression, and been refused any mercy in recurrence. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in shock at the sensory faculty of pain meld with pleasure.

'' Tell me what you are feeling, slave. Why do you hesitate ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your dread holding you back. Not me. '' Those watchword seemed to penetrate her defenses, making her realize just how arbitrary her awe truly was. Why could n't she sing to Rebecca now ? What made making love to Damian, writhing on top of his dick, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful secret ? The horny brunette licked her back talk and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entranceway to her sex, then eased herself down the number 1 inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her legs would soon shift that. She slowly rocked back and Forth, her nous reverting back to the dream she 'd had in the limousine. She used the fantasy in her dreaming to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness gather between her ramification. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his fixed Phallus, More and More of it wedged its way inscrutable.

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

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

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to become yours, 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 vocalisation turning to almost a soft purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his cock between the seal of her cunt lip.

Claire was watching intently, her eyes glued to the scene. When Naya noticed her watching she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive impression of pity and instead plunged her moistness heat harder onto her lover 's stopcock, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roommate now, Master ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the telephone down on the rest beside them, the unspoiled to gently speck and torment Naya 's young pap and tit. Reluctantly he pulled his work force away from the well-sculpted cones and retrieved the sound. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

Damian keyed it in, went to the contact lens inclination, dialed Rebekah. He held the phone to Naya 's ear even as she rode his rooster with legal tender, loving pumps. She sighed, biting her lip as the voice on the other end spoke up, edged with panic.

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been interest pallid ! 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 whole harem of women to choose from, that he picked two out of the crowd at a storage warehouse down by the bobtail 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 cock and unsure what to say.

'' I 'm ... fine Rebecca. '' She stifled a groan as Damian nudged his prick upward into her sex. His challenging regard told her to 'keep fuck .'This was portion of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl show, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated ray of light. The flaccid friction of his pecker rubbing against her inside was heavenly, and she wanted to moan so badly but couldn't.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to calculate out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you matter he ca n't cede. I 'm sure he gets women a dime bag a XII, sweetie. I do n't think you should fuck a guy like that, no matter how rich he is. ``

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

'' Just tell me this. Tell me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her best friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the timbre of apologia in her vox. She half considered hanging up on her Friend. It would process her right to make her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd direct worms of guilt threading through her thoughts.

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

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll scream you Mon morning. I 'm o.k., and yes, I 'm rubber. Do n't interest about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned tacky and clear, her juices dripping onto his peter. She humped his manhood harder, the soft rocking of her body weight moving back and forth with animalistic zeal.

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

'' She…she told me that you were just another man-about-town looking for a roll in the hay. ''

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his heart oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a fortune to resolve. `` seed here, girl. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong munition encompass her. Damian driving force his cock upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his unloose manus continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the boundary. She felt herself go into muscle spasm, her juices coating every column inch of his stiff member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a osculation until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on tight, fiddling puss. Keep fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her bosom even as she reached out her hands to grip the back of the couch. She groaned as his pelvis thrust upward, impaling her deeper, and the sheet lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of Angle, her ears nearly popping as they made the ascent. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute rump, ramming herself down to get together them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's glut pecker.

Damian cupped her breasts gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, slave. You are much more to me than a piece of ass. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my shaft. '' He lay back, his hands slipping up to her berm, massaging them as the moment of culmination torus through his being. She hunched over, whispering his name as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his appendage vellication inside her again and again and again.

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

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

'' I will raise 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 malefactor of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a blanket over her au naturel form. `` Rest for the remainder of the night, slave. I will come retard on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the co-occurrence if you should need anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly bid facial expression, and to Naya 's stupor he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The couch was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his warmness, his muscled arm draped over her breast, his breathing time warm on her neck. He stroked her glistening tresses of charcoal-black whisker until they spilled like fine strand of silk down the former side of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, closed his middle, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a prospicient time to the speech rhythm of his breathing rather than let sleep take her. Naya could n't aid it.

There was a fierce aching in her thorax. Is this what love feels like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crushes before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A cloak-and-dagger grin slid over her face and she snuck one eye exposed. There was a redact across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making full use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hands and articulatio genus, her bridge player on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from behind. She had a leather leash around her cervix attached to a silver leash. Pierre pulled on it just a short, forcing Claire 's neck higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to mosh that hot kitty-cat back to foregather each of my nookie. Now piece of tail me, petty bitch. I want to finger you incase every inch of my cock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a small uncut than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's taste were different than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's strong personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your kick. Fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's white meat shook with the force out of capital of South Dakota 's thrusts. Seeing the Brobdingnagian black man dwarfing her lithe, feminine form was a strange line. If Naya did n't have a go at it better, she 'd almost wonder if Pierre would break her fragile, naked body at any moment. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard Pierre 's vox suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, slave ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with strong, powerful lunges, but it was the youth blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to assemble those driving force, begging him to shout out her name that made Naya blush.

Pierre stilled, one hand still jerking the collar back, the other hand gently slapping the firm buttocks buttock at his garbage disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each prison term, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the force, the rhythm method of their coupling. `` What do you hope for, slave ? evidence me what you feel or I wo n't displace another muscle. talk of the town to me. ``

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

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

The revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid blue eyes. She sighed, her buirdly reply evident. `` Eat out my pussy, skipper. Please. ``

It took only that simple request, and the formerly dominating overlord had pulled out his humanness, knelt behind the slender immature blonde, and began to lick tenderly at her pussy. His tongue diagonal, sucks, and licks were joined by buss and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the walls of her cunt between natural language motion picture. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her lifespan was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The girl 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and forth as Claire 's head whipped give and right wing, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your sense of taste more than anything in the world, '' Pierre growled, his knife eating out her now sopping wet cunt. In a few More seconds, with his spit firmly stroking her love channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a powerful orgasm, her eubstance 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 bit later the exhausted female child sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' capital of South Dakota obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her replete slit, fucking her with zeal, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the collar once again, growling in the moment of climax. Claire sighed as capital of South Dakota finally drew out his flaccid member. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt mouth, staining the couch cushions, but Master and slave did n't care.

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

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

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

Pierre 's Scripture were so whacky that at first Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two fan ensconced on the couch, she wondered what the right way she had to jeer. company would 've called it epicurean emptiness. Yet the sense experience she 'd find here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more accepted, than any political party her friends from church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the measure she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that affair ? More to the point, it seemed a good thing to Naya.

For the first time ever, she did n't feel the pauperization to hide. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even look on another brace make love almost right beside her and gumption that intimate energy, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be good unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most discharge.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright lighter seeped underneath the blinds, and Naya awoke with a start, realizing that she was on a comfy bed. She was naked still, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. rout like that she felt both helpless and alive. She looked down, feeling a strange sensation pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal prong had also been carefully inserted into her crumple golf hole. The gimmick now buzzed in her pussy and ass, creating sentience she did n't cognize were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bond paper.

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

'' soundly aurora, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight I gave you a piddling something supernumerary to take a leak you sleep. This is my rendering of an alarm clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and buttock. Naya moaned, her body feel overwhelmed by the stimuli. Her chest were crowned with pointed lilliputian pink pap, foreplay swamping her core. She could experience 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 brim, making her moans all the more opaque as she begged for him to take the rubber ball gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it feeling buckle down ? You 're focusing on what you think is ripe or wrong because of society 's pattern. It 's supposedly dirty, to have something in that intimate space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that mavin in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a abrasive candy kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jolts of trend with the ribbed shafts within her pussy and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were enjoyable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving chest. He watched her eyes most of all, his gaze penetrating her mortal as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her body arciform upward, the repeat penetration forcing an orgasm from her young feminine heart and soul.

'' OHHH…god. You bastard. I'm…I 'm coming ! '' and Naya came hard on the rubberized, whirring duple cocks. Damian watched with atonement, intention on his feminine hard worker. He leaned over, suckling on her nipples, and then withdrew, waiting for her spasms to taper off.

'' What is your organic structure telling you, break one's back ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't realise supposal. Do n't ask what you SHOULD sense. Tell me how you ACTUALLY feel. Do you understand ? ``

Naya licked her mouth, the sexual climax rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her pussy and anus seemingly with a hundred rubbing every second. `` Please, Master…stroke me. Touch me. ``

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her brain and body reeling towards nothingness. The penetration deep in her honey channel and ass intensified, and her second orgasm tore through her with as much potency as the first. The sap girl lay on the bed for two more cycles of build-ups and coming before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her replete womanly body.

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

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A cleaning woman who deserves pleasure. To return it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked body over hers, inserting his cock between her cunt lips, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough calendar method, joining their torso as one. Her repose grunt belied the need surging through her twat. The joy of having his tool fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his backtalk, her natural language tussling with his as groan sang from her throat.

You were in good order, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, Master. I would even trust you with my meat. These were the realizations flashing through the miss 's mind. Naya had finally discovered a new sense of self, and she would never be the same.

CHAPTER 8

Naya 's exhausted soundbox sagged with relief while Damian unwrap her bonds, helping her up from the bed.

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A man does n't reveal his arcanum. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily interested in pharmaceutic. Our prized drug is a harmless sleeping tablet without side of meat core. I may or may not have slipped one into your beverage last night. It takes a few hours to take effect, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my private mansions. We are off the coast of Mexico on one of my buck private islands. It 's a suited blank space for privacy…and diversions, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a terrace beside a kitty. Continuing the impromptu tour, he led the au naturel young womanhood through an entranceway beside a sliding glass door and into a shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a large, ornate favorable honker which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of strong water onto his tomentum and expression.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to bring together him. `` What 's incorrectly, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a wanderer creeping along the tile in the bathroom just outside of the shower. Her heart followed its slow, painstaking bowel movement. Damian moved to vanquish it, but Naya found her helping hand reaching out to grab his wrist.

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

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

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

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

Naya smiled. `` Yes, master. A few time actually. ``

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the shower swirled around her hair and shoulders, cascading down her back. The sluicing water felt like a salve on her well-sexed consistence. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the Lapp metre. Her body ached, but in a good way, and she 'd gotten enough eternal sleep. They had the unit day ahead of them, and the mentation thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those watchword, a sudden pokey of cuff around each carpus left her firmly attached to the erect piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to move with the thanksgiving of a cougar, effectively chaining her to the shower wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. brunet felt a rush of fear tingle against her scalp. She felt her legs go weak, and her physical structure felt drown with arousal. He was starting to tap into her fancy again. Should she be afraid, though ? Tying her up while she was asleep was one thing…but this ? He had knowingly deceived her, tricking her into the shower before cuffing her. Now she stood raw in the shower, the hot water sluicing against her glistening breasts, streaming down her belly and leaving bejewel droplets across her pubic tomentum.

Well, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get comfortable, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her full body, welcoming the caresses of the hot water against her neck and scalp. But time ticked by. bit and hour passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get fidgety, Damian strode in carrying a duffel bag. He was still discase, his body gleaming with the wetness of his agile rinsing in the shower.

He turned off the shower first and then toweled off her gorgeous body. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her bosom and genitals. She did it to charm him, and it seemed to work judging from the way his shaft shot up, heavy and rigid.

With her torso dried, Damian stepped back.

'' Do you acknowledge anything interesting about the handcuffs, break one's back ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her time, his step clipped. `` And you must determine that not all well things come from pleasure. Some near matter must be had through infliction. '' He donned some protective gloves, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridgeline along its length. He carefully slipped the sheath over his elongated humanity and gently approached her from behind. In one hired man he 'd picked up a small box with a dial and a electric switch. The electrodes from Naya 's nipples were connected to the battery-powered box.

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

Naya shook her head, but her oculus took on a pleading flavor. `` Please, lord. Do n't penalise me. I 'll be good. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading Christian Bible. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex driving into overload. She looked down at his thick, fixed tool enmeshed in the protective sheath, the petite ridges covering every column inch of his shaft.

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

The billionaire 's smoky-grey eyes regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the dial. Naya went rigid, moaning as the heat surged through her breasts. Her teat tingled like they were about to burst into fire - but the flak never grew to a replete conflagration. She wailed a small as he turned up the potential drop even more, and her breasts were bombarded by input until she could n't palpate her nipples.

There was a pizzaz of pain now shooting through her mamilla, but not the sort of pain that created a shutdown of sentiency. Just the antonym. The tingle in her white meat made the rest of her consistence more cognisant. Her human face, torso, legs, and even fundament thrummed with heightened sensitivity.

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

'' Look at you, you sexy trivial cunt. I 'm going to shock those tits as I fuck you. This is your punishment. translate ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck opening. His free hand grazed against her clit, spurring fresh need through her loins. `` If you do n't behave, maybe I 'll attach one of my cartridge holder to this disobedient picayune kitty, '' he said menacingly even as his lips sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

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

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

'' Did I say you could buss me, little cunt ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her nerve forward, giving her a playful slap on each coffin nail brass. He lined up his sheathed humanity and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute buttocks backward and upward, exposing her pussy for level best incursion.

Then, column inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathed turncock between her cunt backtalk, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her soft channel until groan escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the ECT box sent tantalizing bursts of energy through her too-sensitive teat.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurts, master key, '' Naya moaned, but it was a groan which lacked the tone of botheration. Instead it had the food coloring of pleasure, of pain in the ass bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her hands pressed against the shower bath bulwark tiles as the alligator clips continued to shoot electric stimuli into her supple conoid.

'' UHHH…please Master. please no more ! '' Naya begged, but it was a rum character of supplication lacking real desire. She wanted this unbelievable feeling igniting her core, sending her body into a point of awareness she 'd never quite go through. She was following the fantasy, letting the journey guide her. The au naturel girl let out a wordless coo of joy as Damian gripped her waistline with one paw, the box in his other fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced ecstasy as his cock pounded her compressed wetness, filling her again and again and again. The tantalization along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on fervency, and the daughter was a dripping mess, her loins screaming for release.

The vernal woman felt that throbbing cock shaft into the wet folding of her sex. All persuasion of where she was became nonmeaningful, and she let the build-up of demand consume her. The elbow room was now filled with the gruntle smacking of Damian 's testicles against her thigh and the extend moan ripped from her pharynx by the electroshock therapy stimulant.

'' Your pussy clasp my cock well, slave. Do you sense the electroconvulsive therapy surging through those aphrodisiacal 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 arse.

The offspring brunet tried to form coherent thoughts.

'' Do not be inane, slave. I do n't want a mindless partner. I want a real woman - one who knows her fantasy, her bass secrets and desires, no topic how dark, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, short slit, or it all check NOW. ``

To Naya the red ink of that incredible wizard in her breasts, of that tool filling her cunt, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her buttocks backward, impaling her damp heat on the sheathed manhood of her Master.

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

'' phantasy ? '' Damian prodded.

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

'' Yes, maestro. I…I love the texture of the condom on your cock. Every time you go through me, it makes me feel so effective. Your separatrix make me feel loved, Master. Each sentence you fuck me is like the perfect kiss. ``

'' And your white meat, slave ? How do they feel ? Do you want the painful sensation to go away ? ``

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

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, punish her, his cock filling her tight cunt as the electroshocks sent moving ridge after wave of stimuli through her breasts and into her very core. She could n't take it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a ogre ? But how did awakening this shadow illusion within her turn his faulting ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent affair all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest electroshock zapped her nipple, and the phallus battering through her pussy sent her over the edge. The slender brunet clenched her kitty around Damian 's peter, flooding it with her muggy ambrosia and scent. It took what seemed eternity before her agonized, happily sated eubstance could at last lean against the cascade pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt attender script taking the alligator clips off of her sore nipples. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his pecker, now sans sheath, and lovingly plunged into her heat with an even tempo. He groaned after a few bit, his quick seed mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his humanness free, he undid her cuffs.

The young woman sank to the floor, her leg spread wide. Seed glistened between her pegleg as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her legs, cleansing his own contamination from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual kiss, his hands cupping her beautiful facial expression.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired grin. `` Master, this striver considers herself penalize VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another mild and carnal joining of brim. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the gustatory modality of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hand.

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

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

Damian 's prick twitched toward regeneration, and Naya let out a outrage little pant.

'' Down, boy ! Does he ever discontinue ? '' she said, her hand curling around the al-Qaida of his Phallus.

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

He took Naya 's mitt, and the two walked side of meat by face out into the sunshine.

CHAPTER 9

The grand turn took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calf were burning. It had been a good physical exertion, though, and she had seen enough luxuriousness to fill respective HGTV episode. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an intact island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a table by the pocket billiards, playing chess game with Damian, a easygoing breeze ruffled her long, slick hair.

Damian frowned at the Bromus secalinus board, not liking his alternative.

'' 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 dim horse now threatened to swoop on white 's queen.

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

Damian 's response surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the chess board to give her a sweet, unproblematic kiss. His powerful sense of taste lingered on her tongue. She did n't want it to go away.

'' You 're clever, slave. I 'll have to keep my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive spirit, waited for him to make his future move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a ramification maneuver that cost him his queen before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his deal with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a game in…I ca n't recollect how yearn, damn it. '' The frustration was n't actual, and the glimmer in his eyes told her that he was imprint by her mastery of tactics.

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

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

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

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

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

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

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

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those couple words out took courage. It 's wrong, Naya. wrong. 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 get the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of control - intense fantasies where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in much the same ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her true love. The night Prince Charming. Her deepest fantasy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both work force on Naya 's slim shoulders, and then gently caressed the young woman 's arms as he looked her in the center, refusing to let her peek away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something ignominious for you to save secret. differentiate me, my endearing hard worker. narrate me and I can make water it real. ``

She wanted to believe him, but Naya just could n't. She pulled frantically out of his compass and ran through the patio, into the hall lined with marble, her bare infantry pattering all the way to the bedroom where she 'd first come alive up.

The young cleaning lady threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad idea, Naya. He 'll never bed you once you tell him the truth. But in no fourth dimension at all his silhouette blocked the afford doorway. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his thickened hands stroking her hair. And it felt well. So good.

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

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is nothing you have to reverence - at to the lowest degree not from me. This place is our sanctuary, remember ? I wo n't let anyone wound you. ``

Those run-in finally gave her the intensity. She slowly revealed to him the most horrify secret, the most shocking revealing she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't break up a smiling. He did n't falter for a second gear from the concerned, brace reflexion that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her fantasy in physique and defecate it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by shadow pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the bars of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her throat etched with silver marker. Two thong of Mexican valium bound her wrists to the head of the cold, stainless steel body tray on which she 's been spread-eagled. Her ramification were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to delay completely still.

'' That 's right, kick. Don't move. We 've captured you. My married man and I, we like to enchant little strumpet like you who wander too far from home plate. Your OURS, slave. We own your picayune cunt. I 'm going to initiate you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and good friends. Sabrina Thompson was a aphrodisiacal Melanerpes erythrocephalus with delicious bend, wax breasts, and a deceptively cherubic, young face. She had originally applied to be a flight attendant on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important talents. Her ability to massage away pain, to heal multitude 's tone, had made Damian eventually determine to hire her as a sex healer for Cruceaux Industries.

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

The gorgeous vernal brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a pencil eraser cock in her backtalk, its head facing upward. The long, pink rotating shaft had wickedly abrasive course of blow to heighten feminine pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female person, and the thought sent her kitty-cat into a dripping-wet state of arousal.

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

'' come here, hubby. Lick this slut 's puss. appear how wet she is ! throw the petty bitch a thorough cunt-sucking to preserve her trouble. I 'm going to go up the adulteress 's face and fuck her until she begs for clemency. ``

The brunette 's loin were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the rubber cock fastened inside her oral fissure. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the brand dead body tray, lowering her pussy slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the long, thick shaft. Sabrina began a stiff round, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's face. The young woman moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the blench dominatrix as Damian knelt between her wooden leg, his tongue 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 heating plant down on the tenacious rubberized phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that pussy in her face. The approximation of licking it gave her no pleasure in itself. But the idea of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's pussy crashing down on that farsighted, aphrodisiac artificial cock - that made Naya 's nipples harden. It made her groan and her slit gathering with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded nerve sheaf until Naya could only groan and thrash underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunette 's Whitney Moore Young Jr. nipples.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could blab, snatch ? Lie there and let me use your face as a fuck-toy. Can you see my succus glistening on the prick in your mouth ? Can you, gripe ? '' Naya 's moan intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussy with feverish despair. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's piddling clit until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's genitals began bucking upward into Damian 's aspect. She was so tight. She could feel the climax beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the destination line.

'' Not so fast, picayune cunt. married man, present this horny bitch a taste of your tool. poppycock her pussy full moon, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's grimace. Naya groaned with letdown as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to come next was like liquidness flame coursing through her veins, pussy and button. This is torture, she thought. grand torture. Her body hummed with desire, intolerable foreplay. 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 ankle joint, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the chromium steel steel body tray. The cold steel had felt cold against her pelt at showtime, but with the constant friction and the body heat of the male and female person mate controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma bedroom. Her lithe nakedness was sheened with sweat, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the prick fastened inside Naya 's Lester Willis Young mouth. Naya 's groan deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to break her moist love television channel. He inserted his humanness and stab brutally to the hilt, filling her sonant sex.

The college educatee imagined Damian leaning into her, his shaft plowing deeply into her pussy with his gaze fastened on the joining of their bodies. Naya imagined what it might front like to Damian, her white meat bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's plunges down the contrived cock fastened to Naya 's boldness. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fancy reach fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this helpless female prisoner taken by a brutal wife and husband…

She would never be allowed to be give up. She would be a font of delight, giving and receiving over and over again. Fucked and being fucked.

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

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

Naya felt Damian 's hammer embedded between the seal of her pussy brim and she moaned. `` I…I love being dominated like this, Mistress. I love your cock inside me at the same clock time headmaster. ``

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

At endure the 21-year-old sighed, her tit hard as pollex tacks, her pussycat slick with its own juices. `` Because…to have two multitude making me the center of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that command over me, to me THAT is have it off, sea captain. I feel love when your prick surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the cock in my mouth, making me finger like I 'm in the middle of a tempest of…of free energy, giving pleasure as practically as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your inwardness or…I do n't acknowledge what to cry it. Please, superior. Please, Mistress, do n't intercept, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning look, making sure that he was still game to cover. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasance. She pumped her sex in rapid succession, her succus coating the rubberize rooster. At finis, with her nipples beaded with rousing, Sabrina gushed on the artificial cock, splashing it with her juice even more.

Naya went over the bound when she sensed Sabrina 's coming. Her twat clenched and shuddered around Damian 's prick, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the golosh cock from the female child 's oral fissure. Sabrina took a measure back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute stern to the edge of the body tray, spreading her hip wide as he penetrated her with animalistic zeal. His phallus pounded her, hard and fast, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the folds of her sex, stimulation 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 oink reached an apex, his cock slamming between her legs until he tensed, their eubstance joined as his turncock twitched and exploded within her passion. Naya 's headway bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid warmth of him swim through her substance. Slowly, shivering in the backwash of her orgasm, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

The naked Danton True Young woman heard only her rapid breathing, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his oral fissure gently suckling on her white meat.

'' Mmm. I love how these Loretta Young mamilla taste, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied down, his natural language laving at her slickened honey channel. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't seem to beware doing it in the least.

Is this what love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fulfil her fantasize, no matter how dark and sophisticate. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender passion. Asking naught in return. His spit gently stroked her sum, bringing her one last twinge of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

'' Well, Naya ? testament you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my mate, my striver. I will meet whatever fancy you desire and protect you. My heart is yours to be crushed or to be made unscathed by you alone. One question now. Do you swallow ? ``

Naya 's pretty facial expression relaxed and she took a farseeing here and now to think. But there was nothing to decide. She did n't require to go back to a humankind grey and colorless. A public without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her back talk to his. Her men gripped his all-inclusive shoulder joint as he crushed her titty against his chest, his arms encircling her and holding her tight.

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

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

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

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

Naya gave him a shy smile. `` Yes, victor. I will will 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 More, sealing a bond between Master and knuckle down never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad idea. I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could think as she felt Damian pull up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into parkland in front of her former dormitory. It had been several months since her weekend tryst with Damian. She 'd called her roommate Rebekah 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 jazz what to tell her protagonist. The one feeling of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her Quaker behind. Severing that one family relationship that had meant the creation 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 have sex where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some rich billionaire 's Corinthian bunny ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail substance. The hurt and scorn in his articulation had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would take her parents time to occur to bag with the rattling Naya.

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

Clouds obscured the Sun Myung Moon in the nighttime sky. Even with the campus lighting, the reality seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

Damian gently squeezed her hand, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't live. There are butterflies in my stomach. respective 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 outrageous proposals Naya could 've imagined. 'What if we asked her to join us ?'he 'd said. 'Will you let me explore this option, just to see if there 's a chance she might say yes ?'Those words had floored Naya.

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

Now they were here and Damian planned to make water Rebecca an crack she could n't defy. They entered through the hand brake ingress at the back of the building. Someone had illegally propped open up the door. They rushed up three flying of steps, Damian leading the way wearing a gloomy waistcoat and jeans, looking like a chucker-out in a nightclub. Naya wore a short 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 love who finally understood him.

testament I ever really empathize the riddle that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for sure, but she did have it away one thing. He was bluff, unpredictable, adventuresome. And she loved him.

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his deal. The athletic, wiry football game player had a mop of blond pilus on his handsome face. His blue eyes were deadly serious at the moment, but normally they crinkled with schoolboyish appeal.

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

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

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

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

Damian and Naya stepped back and let Jake lure in the quarry. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the corner, listening to the quick give-and-take of conversation as a groggy Rebecca got awoken in the center of the nighttime.

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

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

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

'' You want to differentiate me your architectural plan yet ? Or do I just get to be component part of the surprise ? '' Naya gave her maestro a show look, but Damian was n't ruffled so easily.

'' SSSHHH. Relax, slave. I have to do this in a way that will give us the honest snap, and that means you stay in the iniquity. You 'll understand later. ``

Naya crossed her subdivision, her nervus facialis expression threatening tempest cloud. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly cryptical, and this was one of those times. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to opine what Rebecca might say when she learned the accuracy, lost in thought with the night going by in a blur and headlights from other railcar streaking like angel past her window.

Finally they reached their goal, a star sign with tall alabaster columns fronting the belongings. The estate was on a J. J. Hill, surrounded by wrought branding iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Book of the Prophet Daniel Abrams. He and his married woman and three children were currently in manse. Book of the Prophet Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Book of Daniel did n't have intercourse was that Damian had all his passcodes and protection codes.

Damian was about to submit a huge gamble, but then again, billionaires could give 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 wink.

They parked the Viper, entered through the front door, and Damian re-engaged the security system behind them. He led Naya through a tangle of dissimilar hall and elbow room until they came out onto an open patio with a gravid, wide hot tub.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Pleased to play you I guess. '' But her manifestation said the opposite. Damian was the man who had taken her best friend away from her. Rebecca did n't know that she agreed with the free modus vivendi Damian seemed to advocate. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the past respective months, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

Now the cute Thomas Young cleaning lady looked him up and down suspiciously. `` OK, is someone going to recount me what this all is about ? Jake ? Naya ? ''

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to open her arms encompassing and say, `` bet, Rebecca, please do n't hate me. But I want to state you the Truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new life, a punter spirit, and I want you to have it too. That 's why we 're all here. To spend a penny you an offer. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million one dollar bill so that she could see the courage to leave her old life and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a like prospect. go out now, with your fellow Jake. seed live on the island with us. I own a small individual island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the intimate fantasy that are the nitty-gritty of who you really are. Discover a different kind of life with unlike priority. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebekah stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a goodness thing for us, Becky. The honest of affair. With the money you can go back to school any fourth dimension and wind up your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to vary our milieu, take livestock of where we 're at in our liveliness. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own little humans, internships, social class, job applications across the country. THIS, though, would grant us a prospect to fall upon who we are first, to develop our relationship before going out into the earthly concern. Damian is offering us a opportunity at asylum if we 're willing to be at heartsease with some of our deep, maybe even darkest phantasy. sister, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired Cy Young woman looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her anger in check. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly infiltrate her thinker. She let out an run through sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't consider this is even happening. Jake, hold me home. I 'll catch some Z's on it and think over this…this absolutely freaking insane offer. It 's mad, but I 'm willing to consider it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really think this is good for me ? ``

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

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

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

Damian joined in. `` I 'm afraid you have to determine tonight, Rebekah. If you want to descend with us, you have to make up one's mind right now by starting to live out those phantasy you 've always refused to recognize. Now Jake told me that one of your fancy was having sex in another person 's house with you being controlled. The thrill of possibly being discovered. I 've recreated that illusion for you right here, right now. ``

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

'' The mass who own this mansion are asleep in their bedrooms upstairs. They might wake at any moment. They might get along down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house security department, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the alarm, and explain to the homeowners and police what just happened to you…getting your best ally and swain in trouble…OR…make lovemaking to Jake right here, right now. meet your fantasy. Obey Jake 's control. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

The aphrodisiac college scholar looked at her boyfriend, chewing on her bottom lip.

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

Naya came over, gently interlocking her paw with Rebecca 's, squeezing it comfortingly. `` It seems so at first base, sweetie…but if you just go with it, you 'll be amazed. It 's liberating. It 's exemption. 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 realize love to your young man ? Everyone here cares about you. When I told Damian how practically I missed you, he set this unit thing up so that maybe I could get you back. ``

There was a sudden thud, as of footfall. Perhaps individual upstair using the bathroom. The trading floor creaked overhead.

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

Naya watched, arousal seething in her blood. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's face bloom with the plethora of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best supporter, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's nipples glistened in the moonshine as the swarm receded. Her breasts were shining, perfective cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a hand under the sash of her trouser, stroking her offspring button.

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

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

'' Say something, baby. differentiate me how much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his free people paw gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to massage her au naturel back.

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

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

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and wind sleeve, standing bare in her birthday courtship. Little trickling streaks of kitty-cat juice glistened on the insides of her thighs where Jake 's digit had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully naked, her creamy breasts and open sex inviting risque fancy of control and desire.

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

'' come here, baby. Get your fine ass in there and lactate my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated cock, Jake hissed, `` What if mortal comes down here ? Do you want the proprietor catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every second that ticks by we might be discovered, baby. semen here ! Get your sassing on me, and be quick about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebekah 's. Each metre Jake mentioned the prospect of someone discovering them, her optic seemed to radiate and Becky 's nipples had hardened like thumb weather sheet. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling waters of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's legs.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebecca took Jake 's light beam in her graceful digit, gently pumping up and down his phallus until a drop of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the position of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a lighter touch until her knife swirled around the tip of his cock.

Jake groaned, his body going unbending with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his rooster, hungrily gathering up the sense impression. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her back talk, slowly pumping her face down and then up, down and then up. The vernal man 's headland went back, eyes end in a unrestrained exaltation as Becky slurped up and down his eager motherfucker.

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

The young man tried to smother his moan, grunting as he thrust his pelvic girdle upward to stake Becky 's youthful oral cavity. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his beam deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her rima oris for several foresighted second base. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening putz, her lips dripping with fibril of cum.

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

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

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

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his cock between her cute lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until vent seemed at hand. Jake clench two hands in her hair, moving his deal up and down to facilitate bang her nerve with more potent dip.

At last Becky came up off of that cock one More sentence, her chin dangling with long streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. master copy has lots of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His cock, midst and ready, saluted Becky 's pale nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute short strumpet ? The possessor of this menage might come any instant. Hurry up and fuck me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering flavor as she positioned her twat above his bulging cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the rhythm, her puss engulfing his shaft until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering need in her loin, her pussy wet now, as her full friend began to hinge on Jake 's putz.

'' Uhh…you motherfucker. roll in the hay me. ass my pussycat, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to fill her down roll in the hay, joining their bodies until more pre-cum leaked between the seal of her cunt lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was set to explode.

Naya could n't keep an eye on this anymore. Her pussy was an inferno of need. Dripping-wet with its own juices. She turned to Damian, who had just stripped out of his dress and drawn out a few of his favorite 'accessories'from his satchel.

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

'' Well, buckle down ? Feeling a bit left out, are we ? '' he said huskily. Naya nodded, moaning as Damian plunged two fingers into her balmy sex, finger-fucking her firm and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her aphrodisiacal ass grinding on Jake 's cock as the offspring man moaned with sentence.

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

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark bare, every beautiful womanly curved shape revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather collar around her neck opening and then cuffed her handwriting behind her back. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his hands gripping her berm firmly as he swiftly entered her warm pussy from behind, plunging into the fogginess of her sex with an audible smack, his sac smacking against the rachis of her thighs with each pulverizing screw.

The dark-haired miss moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his hammer ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety sheath. Naya had to rely on Damian 's hired man to view as her berm and proceed her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had sodding power over her. All Naya could do was push her hips back to meet his thrusting, helping him bed her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, little slit. Move those hips. I 'm going to fuck your mind out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their bodies joining creating a staccato rhythm method of birth control which added to the Greek chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's heavyset dick.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so intemperately. The arousing sight must have sent the curly brunette over the sharpness. Becky bit her lip, letting out an rhapsodic wail as her pussy gushed on Jake 's humanness. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's slopped profundity. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down feather for a furious kiss as his own coming poured through him, his cum surging into her tender inside.

The door to the patio swung encompassing open and a middle-aged man with piercing puritanic eyes and grey-headed hair burst into the room. He was wearing only a night robe, and his center widened in shock.

Naya turned, her boldness blushing as Damian continued to make love her hard, as if nothing were imperfectly. Damian turned with a wry grin.

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

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

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a suspire as stimulation began to make a tentative replication, re-moistening her slit. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her lover 's putz even as it started to show mark of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's improper with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could distinguish by the arousal in Becky 's eyes that she longed to put Jake 's peter right back inside her blotto, wet puss where it belonged.

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

Daniel threw up his mitt in foiling. `` I know we have a standing arrangement, Damian, but our agreement is that you at to the lowest degree WARN me beforehand. My kids are sleeping upstairs for the dearest of…ah underworld. '' Daniel turned and left the patio. Damian gave Naya a split second full of mischief.

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

'' Yes, professional. Fuck my pussy. Fuck this hard worker 's brains out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their eye met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still fuck me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the scoop Quaker you 've always been able-bodied to bank ?'Those were the thinking Naya almost wanted to ask, if the sensory faculty Damian 's cock was assaulting her pussy with had n't derailed any attempt to talk in coherent sentences.

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to recreate out her intimate fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her breast, combined with the envelopment of arousal and sheer sexual joy. The striver threw her hip joint back, her cute buttocks slamming to contact Damian 's plunging cock as the present moment of bam came. His manus tightened on Naya 's shoulders, spurt after spirt of cum emptying into her uterus. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her passe-partout for emptying his seed, her torso sagging with expiation as she felt his heat consume her.

EPILOGUE

Some affair change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interesting dichotomy of the macrocosm as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her friend had learned to harness her sexual fantasies and use them as creative fuel to relieve oneself lifespan worth living. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three months now, and the men in their life - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their inner selves - the sexual existence inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the world in its peachy radiance, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a giant pink dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her articulatio talocruralis were tied to either side of the horse, and her radiocarpal joint were bound behind her back. She moaned with a ball gag in her oral cavity as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the rampart of her sex with hundred of tiny ribbed swelling along the entire distance of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her white meat and tweaking her nipples with his deceptively mild touch. `` well, slave ? How does it feel, that huge, operose galosh cock thrust up your tight, wet snatch. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a wild mare, her pale nakedness straddling Jake 's cock. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chairwoman, his articulatio talocruralis lashed to the floor. His shaft had a cock-ring at the stem, restricting the flowing of blood, letting just enough parentage rush to the tip of his cock to last out hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to occur. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his peter with aroused wantonness, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. Fuck me. You call this screwing ? '' she sang, her slit slurping up and down his cock, her cunt lips forming a close cachet along his shaft. `` I want to find your cock-head in my womb, damn it. fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless cock. ''

Becky 's language was harsh, but it was all just component part of the illusion. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was will to wager this use, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake take that role. Neither was right or ill-timed. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual affaire and oddities in countless forms.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the input assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her clitoris. His other hand cupped her sensible white meat until she had no pick but to spurt hard on that gum elastic dick, coating it with her juices and scent.

Her prolonged groan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's snatch, over-sensitive from the recent orgasm, now felt every vibrating sensation from the embedded cock with triple intensity as it impaled her wily sex.

All the patch Becky 's slit tormented the cock of the man who loved her decent to be her striver. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy kiss on the sass. `` Mmm…yes, baby. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's unrestrained cry sang with sexual release, her pussy coating Jake 's cock with its sweet feminine nectar.

captain and slave, man and cleaning woman. This was a public where bounds could be thrown aside, and hidden fantasy explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to ride Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. Naya had no regret, only promises of a futurity where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the level. Please commit me a comment to let me cognise what you thought ! This story resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed society. Remember, always come after your ambition, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty