CHAPTER 1

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

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mystical as his characterization suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her appear cynical, the eyes hard, almost coldness, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at least a ten her senior, but his skimpy facial expression had somehow retained the charm of a much immature man. Damian 's center were smoky grey. His digit was compact, and even under the dark royal apparel shirt, muscularity rippled.

She flipped on her phone to the master ad, staring at the Holy Writ one more time.

Wanted : a beautiful college age female person. adventurous, open to opening, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an evening and, if you play your circuit board right, Damian might just keep you for a while. Offering : $ 2 million the get-go Nox. Mary Leontyne Price negotiable after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might have called her petite from a distance, but she had detectable curve and a body that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one conclusion clip, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black dress. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black hair that hung in crinkled voluptuousness a trade good few in past her shoulder. Lithe and acrobatic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the running team at Triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

The roomie behind her was like a easy version of Naya. Rebecca 's short, curly hair and mischievous optic were always looking for the adjacent prank to play. But now they were unusually severe, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that hideous online advertisement.

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 pregnant. But a lot of early things could happen. It was n't exactly safe.

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to fine-tune in a few Thomas More months. Is this, like, some hold up stupid stunt you think you need to do before you become a creditworthy adult ? Because I promise you, there are LE stupid way of life to do something madcap and fun. You do n't know WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial killer whale for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to tell her the trueness. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR pipe dream, not hers. Now that she was so close to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt vacuous. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her sense alert. She did n't want to think about the future, at least not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an obscure assembly had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. Crazy or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to have what she hoped might be the night of her life, add up what may.

CHAPTER 2

The evening began as Naya had hoped. Just on time, 8PM, and the Moon already hanging in the sky like a giant picket Frisbee, the sleek, black limo pulled up to the curb near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curb with her, wearing a much LE dressy dungaree and a tank top. She gave her friend a goodbye hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take tending of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. see ? '' Naya looked into her champion 's interest centre, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roommate. This was her beneficial friend, and she was touched how worried Rebekah was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not pudding head. I promise to be measured. Love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing dark without me. address that boyfriend you 've been pining for the terminal few twenty-four hours, '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to give her a puncher in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed driver opened the door for Naya, and the college scholarly person got in before Rebecca could seek promote retribution. She waved at her friend as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and force them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pins and needles. A igniter rain began to return, making the asphalt and buildings glisten with a lineament Naya liked. It reminded her of magic trick. Wow, what a corny thought. Do n't let your jitters make you say something pillock tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dreaming she 'd harbored for a magical eventide tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her best ? Would her safe be even close to salutary enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to relieve the tension by making lowly talk.

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

Naya frowned. The first flyspeck bit of'I told you so'crept into her capitulum, doing a remarkable interpretation of Rebecca 's voice. As the min ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertone of outright fearfulness. Nearly 45 moment passed before Naya was ready to spang on the partitioning and requirement that 'Pierre'stop the fomite and distinguish her where the sin he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limousine eased out of the rain, pulling to a layover in a all-encompassing warehouse story flooded with light.

The door opened carefully, and capital of South Dakota gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the length of the trip, my lady. passkey 's Holy Order were to not verbalize to you until we arrived. '' The sudden fondness in the man 's eye did a lot to resettle Naya 's nerves, but not completely. She slowly stepped out, turned around, and gasped at what she saw.

There were rowing of beautiful youth woman. Many of them wore skimpy garb, others wore firearm of greater elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the ornateness of the gowns and burdensomeness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look More mature than their years.

Naya quietly let Pierre guide her over to join the line of big miss. She stood beside a blonde girl in a bright red dress which had a single strap that wound behind and looped around the neck opening, revealing two creamy shoulder joint and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't know this would be a competitor, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A red-header on Naya 's other side was wearing a sparkly green tank top and black slacks embroidered with rows of burnished beads. She turned with a critical look in her emerald eyes. `` A skank is still a skank, no topic how fine the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged part on an meeting place line. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the fair sex 's rudeness.

'' Do n't occupy about her, love. You know what they say about redheads…and this one 's got the personality of a pig dog…which I 'm sure enough Mr. Cruceaux will retrieve sooo attractive, '' The blond woman in the red garb interjected, taking Naya by the radiocarpal joint and turning her in the other direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the particular of the blonde woman 's face. Her pretty low-spirited oculus were wide and destitute now, but moments before they 'd been feisty and sharp.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to satisfy you, Claire. That frock looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own cleavage. Below the trim of the dress a medal of peak flared across her torso, just highlighting her curvy chest that much more. Claire gave Naya a rueful smile.

'' Yeah, I know it IS a petty over the top. Even though I do n't fit the dumb blond stereotype, sometimes I like to play appearances and see how practically people assume. You can learn a lot about people by what they do or do n't get into, '' she finished with a grin.

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her graceful fingers along the silk trim of her gorgeous disgraceful dress. `` Damn, woman. This hugs your figure like the night-robe of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get item for flashiness, but you 've got a lot More taste, '' she said with a sigh.

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

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

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

A shake ran up Naya 's spine. She remembered that the online ad had n't said anything about there just being ONE chosen little girl. What if Damian Cruceaux liked to have more than one cleaning lady in his bed ? What if this mysterious billionaire wanted Naya to do things that she did n't want to do ? `` Do whatever he asks, when he asks. '' The wide-cut meaning of that had n't started to really hit home plate until now.

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

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

The two stood hand in hand, talking to one another, trying to preserve each other 's spirit up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the strangest contest Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 young fair sex in the warehouse. The constant quantity pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the young women impatiently waiting. When a Shirley Temple limo zoomed through the bay doors, screeching to a halt, pennant fluttering with the corporate logo of Cruceaux Industries plain, the whole place fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed gentleman who had to be - without any doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a dinner jacket himself, its vivid silver vest contrasting sharply against his two assistants'plain clean ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the telephone circuit of young women as if he had a right to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gowns, his eyes seemed much less concern about the physical endowments of the women he surveyed than about early qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's pace, he noticed that the man seemed to gloss over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to count penetratingly into the eyes of each girl he passed. He seemed to evaluate her whole position rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her heart. She realized her huge bungle, her body tensing in veneration.

Claire had to require to look her sexy best in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a young lady she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a frightened short sis. Naya was mortified. But it was too recently to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to survey them, and his eyes had already taken lancinating eminence of their conjoin hands.

What was Claire thinking ? Naya imagined that the blonde char was wild 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 sights on Naya. He seemed to linger on her shiny, midnight hair and the dark chocolate pools of her eyes. His middle gently caressed the narrow margin of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for good step. He settled on her grimace, and Naya tried to adjoin his gaze. After a few seconds, she couldn't.

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

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

Naya exchanged a quick glance with Claire, saw the triumph 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 begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the urge 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 harsh and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the factory floor just transactions earlier. The five o'clock fantasm on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous feel, complimented well by ash-grey centre that missed nothing.

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

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

'' A pleasance to meet you both. I want you to know, that no matter how tonight transpires, you two are quite extra. I wouldn't have asked you to come in if I thought otherwise. ``

The daughter shared an uneasy feeling. Naya smiled nervously. `` That might be the most interest way I 've ever been complimented. '' She found herself loosening up a bit despite the unknown way Damian talked. He had an stress 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 mistresses ? '' Naya continued boldly. Claire gave her a sideways look filled with warning.

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

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

At stopping point, with the wind picking up and the pelting pelting harder against the windscreen crank, the limousine pulled up to a swish Greek-Italian restaurant. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the mesa behind the chalk windows revealed luxuriant tablecloths and crystal ware which would 've looked suitable in most multimillion dollar mansion.

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

'' Forgive me, my gentlewoman. You have other plans for the night. I see the disappointment on your aspect, but do not guess the evening until it 's over. I would not have brought you this far only to desert you. '' The huge, muscle-bound melanise man sounded almost gallant, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent rakehell haste to her buttock. Even Naya could see that.

capital of South Dakota closed the door on Claire, proceeded to escort them to the restaurant entrance and gave his employer a brisk nod before retreating into the rain-washed night.

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

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

To share a bed with a billionaire alien, enjoying a nighttime of passion and surplus without regrets ? That might have been the nervous impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the start place, but it did n't vocalize so impressive now. In fact, it made her appear downright shallow. She gripped the board edge, almost ashamed that she had no place result.

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

'' What ? '' She was taken off safeguard. His eye seemed to foam, as if he enjoyed this a little, but his typeface remained deadly serious.

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

Naya let the quiet engulf the table between them before she could gather her nervus. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed able to catch onto the More she focused on the richness in Damian 's vox.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' And ? So far, have you come to any termination ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to achieve and gently rub his the right way hand over her left. She felt the immediate surge of warmth from his medal, and it made her arm chill.

'' Too other to tell, '' she whispered. `` But enjoin me this, '' she said, trying to recover. `` Why did you get Claire ? Why kindle her Leslie Townes Hope up only to cruelly leave her and then take me ? I do n't know if I can honour a man who does something like that. ``

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

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

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

His demeanor turned serious, though, even as that in conclusion sentence brought up alarming head in Naya 's judgement.

'' The Sojourner Truth is a lot more mundane than you would recall, 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 bump the right woman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's right, Naya - I was playing matcher this evening. Pierre trusted me to choose. I 'm a good jurist of interpersonal chemistry. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an intimate dinner not unlike this one. ``

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

'' Does that have in mind you 're monogamous ? '' she asked bluntly.

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

Naya took a sip of her vino, letting the delicious conclusion dance on her roof of the mouth for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you find fault a female child for getting certain ideas after you 've put her in a batting order with 100 other sexed-up fair sex ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I 've seen relationships ruined by green-eyed monster - not just of other people, but of bare objective, of wealth. Any time you have a kinship which is not foremost between two masses, jealousy exists. It must exist. It must always allow one of the three wondering, 'Am I valued less ? Do the early two really need me ?'A man was made to be with one woman, and a adult female with one man. ``

The brunette 's chocolate-hued eye widened in make-believe stupor. `` Those are DEFINITELY not the Holy Writ I expected to do out of the mouth of Damian Cruceaux. ''

'' Yet they have, but do n't misunderstand me. I will do anything for the fair sex I love. If the woman I love asks me to take on another cleaning woman to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man look at her right in front of me, I could n't traverse her even that. There is nothing I will not do for a woman, as long as her request does not come tainted by greed. '' The gruelling line of his jaw had melted into a wry smile. `` Of course, you probably feel me an odd mix of traditional romantic fancy and matter more decadent, wraithlike and prohibit. There are few woman who have ever understood me. The entirely one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

The black-haired girl 's bridge player stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his hand tightly, and her eye softened. Naya could n't believe that this powerful billionaire sitting before her could repeat the thoughts of a boy once ingenuous. He was much Sir Thomas More than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her head.

Though she could n't excuse it, Damian Cruceaux 's words felt real to her. This was n't a show being put on for her benefit, and she knew it. His tidings 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 date ? ``

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

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

This terminology drew stark business line in Naya 's mind and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored gloomy illusion. fancy of being taken - sometimes by a pirate Billie Jean King, sometimes by a savage barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably appear silly to her Friend, and many people would be horrified. But there were real to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the estrus rushed to her cheeks. She realized that both of his hands had invaded her face of the table, gently grasping her wrists.

'' How does this feel, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's breathing had quickened. She was for sure he could see the speedy rise and free fall of her knocker under the skintight textile. The effort along her eyebrow had to be noticeable too. Her segmentation felt cunning with sweat, and she wanted to curse her nerves for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's eyes gleamed with victory. He slowly nodded. `` You are a uncommon woman, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to eff exactly what you are getting into. I don't clench to the average of society. club is superficial and stagnant. I want you to feel active, to be what you were truly meant to be - society 's feeling be damned. Men and cleaning lady think differently. We ARE different. order forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male person. I will ask you to do matter you may not need to do. But secretly your muliebrity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and cherish you, but I will also make you MINE. I will labour you to the limits, I will challenge you, and I will not be excusatory about it. ``

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

'' Can you manage this ? Can you bide such an transcription ? 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 address you with kid gloves. I will treat you as the slave you were meant to become. ``

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

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingerbreadth on the table and took a sip of the alright red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earreach, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` give me the weekend. If you decide to remain with me after that, you 'll quit your damn stratum, take the $ 2 million I offered, and become my striver. ``

Naya took a gulp of her wine-colored, swirling the beautiful red liquid state in the fine crystal Methedrine, watching and imagining it was rake. `` 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 dislodge to go and I will pay you a year 's salary - $ 200,000. Do we birth an arrangement ? ``

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

But the billionaire returned her rational financial statement with a carefully impassive expression. `` You tell me, girl. You are the one who said you were concerned in something to a greater extent than a one-night rack. That is what I now offer. So…what do you decide, Naya ? What would my cute and aphrodisiacal girlfriend choose ? ``

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that word. girl. He said it like it was a sordid Good Book. Like it implied acts she could barely conceptualise of. A thrill ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her wooden leg. Naya, be heedful. Do n't you think Rebecca 's word ? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your sprightliness do something that is true to who you are. Not the person you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's sizable and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

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

CHAPTER 4

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

For a spell dealings seemed to slow everything to a creeping, but the aggressive device driver eventually got them to the highway, and soon they were leaving the city behind altogether.

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

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

'' A small private drome I use every now and then. It 's a bit of a private road. We 've got some prison term, '' Damian said mildly.

He looked at Naya pointedly. His middle 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 ? ``

'' comic strip. apparel off. Every smidgin. Now, Naya. I 'm not asking. ``

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

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

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making sure this was real. Damian nodded, and his hand made an imperious gesture. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's unspoken central of feeling revealed that they had a bond beyond the simpleton employer-employee kinship. capital of South Dakota nodded and turned to Claire.

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

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to meet his. For a second she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blonde slowly unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipped liberate of the soft satin, and shimmied free of the rest period of it. She was now in only a bright crimson bra and panty. Next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric crepuscle to the level. Claire slowly drew the panty down her pleasant-tasting rose hip, sliding them gracefully off of her ankles. The blackguard came off then, and there was nothing but birthday causa. Just feminine beaut, naked and unvarnished.

The naked blonde sat beside Pierre, her supple bosom displayed for the other three people in the limousine to admire. The thatch of pubic pilus enshrouding her sex seemed to call a world of delights.

'' Open your thigh a little wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her leg opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, open and exposed. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or slue sexual foreplay, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a look of triumph, like a individual 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 dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed fabric without too much trouble, finally letting it flop to the side as she sat beside Damian in only her knock lace-bra and pinko panty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's dipsomaniac physical structure. The blond 's pale tegument and feminine curves were beautiful, simple as that.

There was n't anything to be ashamed of, was there ? Why should she be so loth to show her peach to this man who promised she could be his ? Why should she care that he wanted her mantrap to be seen by others ? She finally quieted all the wrestling, guilt-infested warnings in her judgement and tried to take the net plunge. She reached backward, touching her bra shoulder strap. Her fingerbreadth froze.

'' Does it help, Naya ? Seeing your fellow slave naked before you ? Does it give you courage ? When you answer me, shout me original. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to use up off your clothes as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without tactual sensation of mercifulness. But you must show me you are trying. Are you giving this your best travail, Naya ? ``

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

'' Society has taught you to be ashamed of your own torso. Do n't speak to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'striver. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful matter in your creative thinker. Now do what I say. Take off what remains of your clothing. I would see the literal you - a raw, pristine Naya, a slave of unrivaled beauty. ``

As he said the Scripture, though, Damian gently did the employment for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to give away her supple retinal cone. 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 goat felt the cool leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her open pussy lips. She felt a quiver of danger, of rousing, and it was all both fox and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's bodies. They were not the Lapplander, but neither was more or less beautiful than the early. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned hide was a spectre darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's tit were maybe slightly with child, the nipples gravid and more judge. Naya 's smooth belly with its belly-button band added an exotic allure beneath her well-formed breast, and the brawny look in her blazon and legs was unmistakable.

'' What do you think, capital of South Dakota ? Are these hard worker not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulder joint, hugging her nakedness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a ballgame. Naya could n't trust how sexually cognizant she felt. Every rub of his leg against her raw thigh…even through the cloth of his pants - sent sensations all the way to her loins. She had to consciously forbid her consistency from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

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

'' They are both exquisite, maestro. I can definitely call a nigger a nigga, '' capital of South Dakota said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her shoulders in a standardized possessive case military strength. He went a whole tone further, though, claiming her mouth with a attendant kiss. Claire moaned, her mamilla beading too, and her bareness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At live on they came away from each other, lip parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my stopcock, slave ? Put your mouth on my humanity, '' Pierre said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the blackness man 's leather belt, slid it off of his shank, and greedily unzipped his slack water. Her graceful hands moved to slide down his pants and undergarment, letting a thick, long tool spring free.

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

Naya 's mouth had gone dry, dry as a desert, but she tried. She watched as Claire slowly began licking the undersurface of capital of South Dakota 's sinister cock, starting at the Qaeda, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blonde then swirled her tongue against the tip, ripping a irksome groan from the big man 's pharynx.

'' She 's sucking his cock, passkey. She 's taking him in her sass, '' Naya whispered. Her snatch felt heat. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limousine. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouth back and Forth River along Pierre 's manhood. There was a gentle, suckling rhythm, its speech sound soon apparent in the desktop. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's Phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's gilt haircloth into two clenched clenched fist, groaning more than deeply as she went to work on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her lips.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your optic as my cock fills your rima oris, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his barb, her clapper caressing the length of his tool. She pumped her typeface back and forth, the suckling audio intensifying until Pierre grasped her head and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the little girl bottomed out on his pubic haircloth, her nose practically touching his crotch.

After respective bit, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with drawstring of pre-cum drifting from her sassing. She wiped them with her radiocarpal joint and then began to lick the sides of his shaft, her hired man tenderly pumping his manhood even as her tongue laved his cock-head as if it were a discretion.

Naya sat there in disbelief, her loin wet with painful desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dream. Instead, though, the Lester Willis Young woman felt the appalling touch of two digit gently rubbing against her expose clitoris. Damian 's fingers. The man was tender but fast - and what began as gentle scratch soon became loyal strokes, stoking a fiery need that coursed through the brunette 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her breasts heaved as he tormented her with the delicious fire of touch. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two finger's breadth slid into her soft channel. She tried to hold her middle focused on Claire slurping up and down that farseeing, black dick. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her oral cavity on the shaft again, this time bottoming out on the dark slab until her gurgling was apparent. She came up for air, refreshing strands of gooey cum drifting from her back talk. These she gathered with her fingers, licking them uninfected as if they were a sugary goody.

'' Good, slave. How does your master copy 's cum appreciation ? '' Pierre rumbled.

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

'' What are you feeling, Naya ? '' Suddenly the darned fingers stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's nude dead body. She thrummed with want, and her genitalia had been unconsciously thrusting forward to meet the billionaire 's touch.

'' I…I feel heat, victor. Your fingerbreadth feel so good inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't discontinue, '' she confessed.

'' You want more, you 'll have to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the words hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his pants, slid them and his unmentionable down to his legs. She paused a moment, admiring the replete bundle in her care. His midst, vein-bulging tool was gruelling for her, so expectant. She imagined the impression of need which must be surging through his all organic structure, the blood rushing to the duration of his beam.

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

This feeling of control she had over him, it made her finger incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her lip up and down with a febrile loudness. time seemed to lessen away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked second joint, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep sucking me, cunning petty twat. Impale that sweet little mouth on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian beast she 'd dreamed of in her illusion than the respectable businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his rotating shaft with her glossa, her dentition gently grazing his shaft as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her pretty lips. Before he could even recover though, the brunette had impaled her mouth again, squeezing the English of his dick with her tongue as she slurped like a selfless slave. Damian 's groan reached a crescendo. He gasped, his hands grasping her by the shoulder and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' Open your back talk, slave. OPEN ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouthpiece opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her breasts. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final examination series of spurt covering her boldness and backtalk. When he was at conclusion fully spent, Damian lifted her rear onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the play of emotions across her face as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new superlative.

Naya 's oral cavity opened in a wordless, agonize moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breast and felt the sticky cum on her face, its pungent scent filling the limousine. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the hell in her core - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately involve release. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his digit desperately, grinding her articulatio coxae with fervency. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two early people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender touch. She felt his finger's breadth cajole, hitter and assault her clit in the most erotic touches she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's index finger's breadth plunged into her sex, rubbing against the side of meat of her love life line, piling one wizard on top of the other until she could withhold it no more.

'' What are you spirit, break one's back ? TELL ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's moans plateaued, and her body climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her puss clenching around his index finger as she came hard, her succus flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender arms grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his vest as she felt herself riding out the orgasm. Her defenseless, shuddering muliebrity finally came to a raggedly-breathing hush. Naya 's vernal face pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her warm breaths panting against his neck.

She 'd lost all sense of time and knowingness. Claire and capital of South Dakota 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 Negroid man 's cock. The blonde 's sexy can bounced up and down on capital of South Dakota 's lap, the squelchy auditory sensation of their sexes joining filling the room with a constant rhythm.

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

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

Yet if that was unfeigned, then why had her consistence never felt so alive ? She remembered his hand inside her mild heat and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his manhood between her pussy lips, impaling her damp heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a spear so rigid and filled with want. Then she felt his heating plant fill her insides, her center snapping loose as her rear arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her buttock firmly pressed against his chest, the drome concluding lighter twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

'' Do not worry yourself, Naya. time soon enough for me to be slipping into attire less constricting. We 'll get you cleaned up on the sheet. Are you thirsty ? '' Naya licked her dry lips and realized that she was. When she nodded, Damian retrieved a trash, used the dispenser which the limo was equipped with, and handed her a cold boozing of water. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her original and put it in the cup holder.

She looked at her surroundings - this perfectly average limo - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting nude next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the wide leather shock absorber, his arm wrapped around a defenseless Claire. Her breathing was even and deep, and so was his.

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

Naya gave her Master a skeptical flavor. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one quick fuck a trivial too soon to be crowing your success ? '' Naya realized that the misanthropic face of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the dustup, but Damian seemed to work out the uncensored version of her, both the bad and the good.

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

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

'' It is meter, my admirer. The plane is ready, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the threshold. `` What are you waiting for, Naya ? You go first. ``

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

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

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

She looked at Damian one more clock time. His sassing was set in a firm stock. He was serious. Dead grievous. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to meet her regard 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 bare feet on the tarmac. The gentle wind ruffled her pubic hair, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her tit into cold-sharpened astragal. She breathed in the freshly scent of rain and pine Tree. The airport was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her turn down vertebral column. `` What do you palpate, Naya ? shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nix to reverence. I own this drome. No one will dare evaluator you. Do you consider me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his boldness. fair moments before he had looked irritated, stung by her abrasive intelligence about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her core ache just a footling. She impulsively slipped her limb around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a foresighted, lingering kiss. He tasted of raspberries for some reason, and her senses awakened, the rub of his waistcoat along her chest creating a pleasurable rippling up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed Male flight attendants, their dreary vests looking almost opprobrious in the night, materialized in front of the limousine. `` Your luggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we aid sway anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with trouble, trying to keep the red from creeping onto her look.

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

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such courage, Naya. Yet already your will waver and you let society 's brainwashing creeping back in. I see I may need to be a fiddling firmer with you. '' He gestured at capital of South Dakota, who retrieved something from the front glove compartment of the limo. He handed Damian a shining pair of silver handlock, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her wrists in front of her and then gently cupped the mound of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

'' Now will you behave, Naya ? I can add a dog collar and tierce if you think to call into question my order of magnitude again. ``

Naya quickly shook her head, sighing as his bridge player gently conformed to the shape of her sexy arse, urging her forward.

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

The instant she set foot inside a upsurge of relief swept through her. She was given a seat beside Claire, and the two naked slave were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some cumbersomeness, cleansing her expression and knocker with the cuff still on. When Damian saw that she was having a slight worry, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to aid, buckle down ? '' The benignity in his eyes disarmed her even though she was wild at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a capture slave girl brought to ancient capital of Italy, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his help ? She gave him an petulant spirit, but quietly nodded. With deft strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her breasts, cheeks, and elsewhere on her case.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the lounge area of the plane from the strawman of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the type of plane. She guessed it could seat 40-50 hoi polloi comfortably. It was definitely used for business organization travel, and it was well stocked with drinkable of all form - gin, whisky, rum, yield juices, and vino. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rarefied second of privacy.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how ill-chosen she felt. Why did sitting naked next to soul change her ability to think or talk normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't make sense, but the awkwardness was like a fog on all sides.

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

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

Claire nodded, an evil smiling lighting up her reasonably font. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few expression your way. You had Damian like putty in your helping hand. '' Sucking his cock, feeling the line rushing through his manhood, my paw resting on the straining muscles of his leg as he barely holds back with the desire to hitch his crotch upward into my affectionate sass. Naya shook the computer storage away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, imprecate it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensations she could n't look to command.

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

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure. I 've already managed to say some stupid affair 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 globe, the liberated somebody I want to be and the person whose trunk I 'm sting in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't acknowledge how to be that with all these contrary notion telling me that what we 're doing is wrong. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a black tie and business coat placed her purse just out of arm 's orbit.

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

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

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

'' Did I say you could have speech sound privilege, slave ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in interest. A smothered smiling could n't obscure the sense of humour in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

'' Hmm. I 'm not feeling terribly generous now, Naya, but I think I could be persuaded. '' He took her purse, walked over to a plush sofa across the gangway, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going slack as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to strip out of his tux, wearing apparel pants, and polished Negro place. He was soon naked before her, his torso rippling with muscle that she 'd suspected had been there from the here and now she first saw his motion picture.

Naya felt her center torrent with foreplay as he lay back on the sofa, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll spend a penny you a deal, slave. Come here and mount me. roll in the hay me. Ride this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her bit and put the headphone to your ear. You can tell your roomy that everything 's fine then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. Agreed ? ``

The dark-coated college student thought matter could n't get any more outrageous. 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 news came to mind.

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

'' I…Master, delight let me call. Then I 'll fuck you. I promise. '' Why did the idea of talking to Rebecca while in such a compromising position terrify her ? Naya 's bosom was racing like it wanted to transgress out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hired hand cupped one of her tit, squeezing just enough to deepen the sensation until it wrested a moan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please skipper. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. Take it or leave it. This will be the finally chance to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either holler her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading expression. She wondered how many other cleaning woman had given him that same desperate pleading expression, and been refused any mercifulness in return. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and index finger, and she hissed in shock at the aesthesis of annoyance flux with pleasure.

'' Tell me what you are feeling, hard worker. Why do you hesitate ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your care holding you back. Not me. '' Those words seemed to fall into place her defenses, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she sing to Rebecca now ? What made making passion to Damian, writhing on top of his cock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful secret ? The horny brunet licked her lip and clasped Damian 's tool with her cuffed manpower. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entrance to her sex, then eased herself down the first inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her legs would soon exchange that. She slowly rocked back and Forth, her intellect reverting back to the dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the fancy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness assemblage between her peg. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his fixed member, Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of it wedged its way oceanic abyss.

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

'' What do you feel, slave ? lecture to me, '' Damian said, almost beggary. 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 step. I love the way you feel…so deep inside me, '' she admitted, her voice turning to almost a soft purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his cock between the sealskin of her cunt brim.

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

'' May I…may I call my roommate now, Master ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the earpiece down on the rest beside them, the respectable to gently soupcon and torment Naya 's Young mammilla and breasts. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted strobilus and retrieved the speech sound. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

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

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been worry sick ! I heard from a friend, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her SISTER had responded to that Saame ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a completely harem of fair sex to choose from, that he picked two out of the crew at a warehouse down by the docks district and just whisk them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

'' I 'm ... very well Rebekah. '' She stifled a moan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging gaze told her to 'keep fucking .'This was division of the arrangement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl appearance, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated lance. The delicate detrition of his pecker rubbing against her interior was heavenly, and she wanted to moan so badly but couldn't.

'' Naya ? public lecture to me. Where are you ? You do n't vocalise mulct. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to see out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you things he ca n't extradite. I 'm sure he gets women a dime a dozen, sweetheart. I do n't think you should fuck a guy like that, no affair how robust he is. ``

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

'' Just tell me this. Tell me you 're prophylactic. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her best friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of apologia in her articulation. She half considered hanging up on her admirer. It would serve up her right to puddle her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd sent worms of guilt threading through her intellection.

The brunette almost lost it when Damian put his spare hired hand against her pubic hair, his finger's breadth gliding across her button, stroking and demanding a reception. Naya opened her sass to let out a wordless moan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll forebode you Monday morning. I 'm all right, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't care about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the speech sound off Naya moaned gimcrack and clear, her juice dripping onto his shaft. 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 injurious words, Naya. What did your roomy say to you ? '' Damian asked.

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

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eyes oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to answer. `` Come here, girl. seminal fluid here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian poking his cock upward, flinging his pelvic arch ferociously to sate her completely. She shuddered as his liberate hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the sharpness. She felt herself go into spasms, her succus coating every in of his rigid member. Naya sighed as his sass captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on slopped, minuscule cunt. Keep fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her tit even as she reached out her hands to grip the back of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvis poke upward, impaling her deeper, and the aeroplane lifted off. She felt the disorienting variety of angle, her ears nearly popping as they made the ascension. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttock, ramming herself down to unite them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's gourmandize shit.

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

It felt like being conquered, but also liberated. It felt like being claimed, but also respected and loved in the most profound way. Naya groaned as her backtalk captured his, taking charge. He sighed beneath her, completely spent, his pecker growing soft inside the slip, voiced, 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 swear you ? '' she asked. That enquiry - 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 turn vulnerable to somebody with his variety of power, soul who could always own what he wanted. And Rebecca was right-hand. She did n't really make love anything about him at all. She 'd known him for lupus erythematosus than 24 hours. He was a man with resources, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will rise that you can bank me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the shepherd's crook of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a blanket over her naked class. `` repose for the rest of the night, slave. I will come check into on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the meeter if you should demand 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 supply ship look, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The couch was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like fan, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his warmth, his muscled arm draped over her breasts, his breath warm on her cervix. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black tomentum until they spilled like hunky-dory strands of silk down the other side of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a prospicient fourth dimension to the beat of his breathing rather than let sleep take her. Naya could n't help it.

There was a fierce ache in her chest. Is this what love spirit like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had calf love before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A surreptitious smile slid over her case and she snuck one eye open. There was a sofa across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making replete use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hands and knees, her hands on the armrest as capital of South Dakota fucked her from behind. She had a leather collar around her neck opening attached to a silver triad. Pierre pulled on it just a picayune, forcing Claire 's neck opening higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to thrash that hot pussy back to meet each of my fucks. Now FUCK me, small bitch. I want to feel you encase every inch of my dick ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a piddling rougher than what Naya had expected. Perhaps capital of South Dakota 's tastes were different than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's strong personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

She watched, concern surging through her school principal. Should she inflame Damian ? Had he ever needed to train one of his employees who 'd gone too far ? Naya watched as the slender blonde moaned, pushing her cute buttocks backward as the slap of two sexes joining filled the air.

'' Yes…Master…call me your squawk. ass me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's breast shook with the effect of Pierre 's knife thrust. Seeing the huge black man dwarfing her lithe, feminine form was a strange contrast. If Naya did n't bed secure, she 'd almost wonder if Pierre would break her fragile, naked eubstance at any moment. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard Pierre 's spokesperson suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, slave ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with surd, powerful straight thrust, but it was the Danton True Young blond who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those poke, begging him to visit her public figure that made Naya blush.

Pierre stilled, one deal still jerking the triplet back, the other deal gently slapping the firm buttocks nerve at his administration. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each clock time, encasing him. capital of South Dakota was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the force, the rhythm of their coupling. `` What do you hope for, slave ? Tell me what you feel or I wo n't incite another brawn. Talk to me. ``

Claire sighed, her articulatio coxae lunging backward as she moaned. `` I…this has been my fancy, professional. To be fucked from behind savagely. With a dog collar around my neck. To be treated like a slave. ``

'' And then ? '' Pierre prodded. `` Do n't mindlessly soak up yourself in the fantasy. nibble up the screw thread, and let them conduct you. opine about the subconscious mind desires underneath it, Claire. What do you need me to do next ? ``

The Revelation of Saint John the Divine appeared in Claire 's vivid blue center. She sighed, her husky reply unmistakable. `` Eat out my kitty, maestro. Please. ``

It took only that simple petition, and the formerly magisterial Master had pulled out his humanity, knelt behind the slender youthful blonde, and began to lap up tenderly at her pussy. His clapper strokes, sucks, and licks were joined by osculation and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the walls of her slit between knife flicks. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her life was in endangerment. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The female child 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth River as Claire 's head whipped allow for and justly, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your taste more than anything in the world, '' Pierre growled, his tongue eating out her now sopping wet pussy. In a few to a greater extent seconds, with his natural language firmly stroking her love transmission channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a powerful coming, her body shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's strong arm, looping about Claire 's waistline, held the girl from flying over the precipice.

Many long moments later the exhausted girlfriend sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his humanness into her sated pussy, fucking her with readiness, his grunt joining hers until he yanked on the terzetto once again, growling in the mo of coming. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flabby member. Cum dripped from her glistening pussy lips, staining the couch cushions, but original and knuckle down 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 dishevelled head, the ponytail frayed in half a 12 places.

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

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

capital of South Dakota 's Christian Bible were so sappy that at kickoff Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the sofa, she wondered what right she had to scoff. Society would 've called it hedonistic emptiness. Yet the aesthesis she 'd felt here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more assume, than any party her booster from Christian church had ever dragged her to. These the great unwashed were not 'normal'by the measure she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? More to the pointedness, it seemed a honorable thing to Naya.

For the first time ever, she did n't feel the need to hide. To make believe she was something she was n't. She could even watch another couple make love almost decently beside her and sentience that sexual Department of 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 affair that seemed to always masquerade as good and perfection which were really the most discharge.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright light seeped underneath the subterfuge, and Naya awoke with a start, realizing that she was on a comfortable bed. She was naked still, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. Spread-eagled like that she felt both helpless and active. She looked down, feeling a foreign sensation pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal retentive prong had also been carefully inserted into her ruck gob. The device now buzzed in her pussy and ass, creating sensations she did n't know were potential.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bonds.

A room access opened and footsteps sounded like rustling on the carpet. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like face with its five o'clock shadow loomed over her. He looked down at her with warmheartedness. He gently stroked his hand along the brunette 's human face.

'' Good morn, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the escape I gave you a picayune something surplus to nominate you sleep. This is my adaptation of an dismay clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and nates. Naya moaned, her body belief overwhelmed by the stimulant. Her knocker were crowned with taper little tap nipples, arousal swamping her meat. She could feel herself trembling from the crown of her fingers all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cunning sass, making her moans all the more opaque as she begged for him to take aim the safety ball gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it smell slave ? You 're focusing on what you think is right or wrong because of fellowship 's rules. It 's supposedly muddied, to own something in that insinuate space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that champion in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh candy kiss, his knife intertwining with hers. The jerk of movement with the make fun gibe within her pussy and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were enjoyable. Even maddening. She continued to moan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving pectus. He watched her eyes most of all, his gaze penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her James Bond. Finally her physical structure arched upward, the double penetration forcing an climax from her young feminine core.

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

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

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

Damian 's finger gently caressed her button, sending her mind and torso reeling towards nothingness. The incursion deep in her love channel and ass intensified, and her second climax tore through her with as much potency as the for the first time. The exhausted girl lay on the bed for two more cycles of build-ups and orgasms before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the gimmick free of her sated womanly body.

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

'' This is the Sojourner Truth, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves joy. To impart it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his au naturel body over hers, inserting his cock between her twat brim, sheathing his humanity in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their bodies as one. Her quieten oink belied the motivation surging through her cunt. The joy of having his cock fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lips, her knife tussling with his as moans sang from her throat.

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

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off symmetry. `` A gentleman does n't reveal his mystery. But if you must know…Cruceaux manufacture is primarily interested in pharmaceuticals. Our prize drug is a harmless quiescency anovulatory drug without side effects. I may or may not ingest slipped one into your potable finis nighttime. It takes a few hours to adopt effect, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my private mansions. We are off the coast of Mexico on one of my private islands. It 's a suitable spot for privacy…and diversionary attack, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery tinging his vocalisation.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pool. Continuing the impromptu circuit, he led the bare Loretta Young woman through an entry beside a sliding glass door and into a shower bath fit for any five-star hotel. The standing cascade had a boastfully, flowery golden nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush falls of strong water onto his hairsbreadth and human face.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to join him. `` What 's legal injury, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tiles in the bathroom just outside of the rain shower. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking movements. Damian moved to squeeze it, but Naya found her deal reaching out to grab his wrist.

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

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

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

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

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

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the shower swirled around her hair and shoulders, cascading down her back. The flush H2O felt like a balm on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the same meter. Her soundbox ached, but in a good way, and she 'd suffer enough eternal rest. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those language, a sudden clink of handlock around each radiocarpal joint left her firmly attached to the erect piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to act with the grace of a panther, effectively chaining her to the shower wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

The young brunette felt a bang of concern tingle against her scalp. She felt her leg go weak, and her body felt deluge with rousing. He was starting to tap into her illusion again. Should she be afraid, though ? Tying her up while she was asleep was one thing…but this ? He had knowingly deceived her, tricking her into the shower before cuffing her. Now she stood nude in the shower, the hot weewee sluicing against her glistening breasts, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic hair.

Well, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get comfy, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her entire trunk, welcoming the caresses of the hot H2O against her cervix and scalp. But metre ticked by. here and now and arcminute passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get fretful, Damian strode in carrying a duffel bag. He was still uncase, his body gleaming with the wetness of his spry rinse in the shower.

He turned off the rain shower first and then toweled off her gorgeous soundbox. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her bosom and crotch. She did it to invite him, and it seemed to run judging from the way his cock shot up, expectant and rigid.

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

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

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

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

'' These cling to your sexy tits, slave. I 'm going to give them an electric jar. Have you ever experienced the intense sensation of electrical energy though your more raw parts, Naya ? There are few thing I can liken it to. ``

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

'' beingness punished, '' Damian finished her sentence, his tone clipped. `` And you must learn that not all good things come from pleasure. Some sound thing must be had through pain sensation. '' He donned some protective gloves, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridges along its length. He carefully slipped the sheath over his elongated manhood and gently approached her from behind. In one script he 'd picked up a small box with a dial and a electrical switch. The electrodes from Naya 's teat were connected to the battery-powered box.

'' Do you live what this is, buckle down ? ''

Naya shook her head, but her eye took on a pleading smell. `` Please, superior. Do n't penalize me. I 'll be good. I swear. '' The wetness between her ramification multiplied with every pleading word. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex drive into overload. She looked down at his thick, rigid cock enmeshed in the protective sheath, the tiny rooftree covering every inch of his shaft.

If he puts that affair inside me, I 'm going to feel it, Naya realized. Those hump and ridges would rub against her kitty-cat 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 collapse into flame - but the fervency never grew to a full inferno. She wailed a little as he turned up the voltage even more, and her breasts were bombarded by stimuli until she could n't palpate her nipples.

There was a dynamism of pain in the ass now shooting through her nipples, but not the kind of pain in the neck that created a shutdown of sensation. Just the inverse. The tingling in her chest made the rest of her body more aware. Her look, torso, leg, and even groundwork thrummed with raise sensitivity.

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

'' Look at you, you sexy trivial snatch. I 'm going to shock those bosom as I fuck you. This is your punishment. Understand ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck. His gratis script grazed against her clit, spurring fresh need through her lumbus. `` If you do n't behave, maybe I 'll attach one of my clips to this disobedient little pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his backtalk sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the cervix, turning her face sideways to receive his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of arousal coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of fear. Now, as she looked into his heart, no tenacious flinty and cold, she realized that despite the Platonism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one Sir Thomas More time to shit certain she had n't been overwhelmed.

A Muriel Spark of gratitude flared in her breast, and Naya kissed him hard, her lingua surprising his.

'' Did I say you could kiss me, little cunt ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her face forward, giving her a playful slap on each butt cheek. He lined up his sheathe manhood and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute buttocks backward and upward, exposing her kitty-cat for maximum penetration.

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathed putz between her cunt lips, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her easy TV channel until moan escaped from her throat, and the telephone dial he turned on the electroshock box sent tantalizing bursts of zip through her too-sensitive mamilla.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it harm, schoolmaster, '' Naya moaned, but it was a groan which lacked the tone of pain sensation. Instead it had the coloring of joy, of painfulness bequeathing liveliness. Naya 's lithe trunk squirmed and her hands pressed against the rain shower paries tiles as the alligator clips continued to shoot electric stimulant into her lithesome cones.

'' UHHH…please Master. Please no more than ! '' Naya begged, but it was a curious type of supplication lacking real desire. She wanted this incredible feeling igniting her core, sending her body into a tier of awareness she 'd never quite receive. She was following the fantasy, letting the journey scout her. The naked girl let out a wordless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her waist with one deal, the box in his early fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced X as his prick pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on fire, and the young lady was a sopping stack, her loins screaming for release.

The young cleaning woman felt that throbbing stopcock jibe into the wet folds of her sex. All sentiment of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of want consume her. The room was now filled with the gentle smack of Damian 's testicle against her second joint and the cover moans ripped from her throat by the electroconvulsive therapy stimuli.

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

The young brunette tried to form logical thoughts.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't need a mindless mate. I want a veridical woman - one who knows her phantasy, her deepest secrets and desires, no matter how shadow, '' Damian growled. `` William Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, little cunt, or it all diaphragm NOW. ``

To Naya the passing of that incredible sensation in her breasts, of that cock filling her twat, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her buttocks backward, impaling her damp heat on the sheathe manhood of her Master.

'' No…please schoolmaster. I 'll tell you. I 'll tell you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from derriere, when you were asleep on the airplane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, passkey. It made me start to imagine affair, to envision certain….scenarios… ''

'' fancy ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with warmth. She leaned forward, making sure her pussy was at a hone height for him to bonk.

'' Yes, master key. I…I love the texture of the condom on your cock. Every time you go through me, it makes me feel so just. Your apoplexy make me feel loved, victor. Each time you fuck me is like the arrant kiss. ``

'' And your tit, buckle down ? How do they finger ? Do you desire the pain to go away ? ``

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

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, penalize her, his stopcock filling her sozzled cunt as the electroconvulsive therapy sent wave after wave of input through her titty and into her very CORE. She could n't take it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a monster ? But how did awakening this night fancy within her turn his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent matter all this metre ?

Naya finally squealed as the a la mode ECT zapped her nipples, and the phallus battering through her kitty-cat sent her over the boundary. The slender brunette clenched her twat around Damian 's dick, flooding it with her sticky ambrosia and scent. It took what seemed timelessness before her agonized, happily sated eubstance could at last run against the shower bath pipe.

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

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. womanhood sank to the floor, her legs spread wide-eyed. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her peg, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual candy kiss, his hands cupping her beautiful typeface.

'' Well, break one's back ? Do you have anything to say for yourself ? ''

Naya gave Damian a tired grinning. `` master key, this slave considers herself penalise VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another gentle and sensual joining of back talk. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the taste sensation of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his handwriting.

'' Would you like a hitch of the remainder of the mansion and the surroundings ? '' he asked, smoky-grey eyes filled with good humor.

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

Damian 's rooster twitched toward regeneration, and Naya let out a shocked little gasp.

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The expansive enlistment took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's sura were burning. It had been a good workout, though, and she had seen enough opulence to meet several HGTV instalment. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an entire island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a tabular array by the kitty, playing chess with Damian, a soft breeze ruffled her long, satiny hair.

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

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

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

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

Damian 's response surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the Bromus secalinus display panel to pass on her a sweet, mere kiss. His potent taste sensation lingered on her lingua. She did n't require it to go away.

'' You 're clever, slave. I 'll have to hold my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive flavour, waited for him to pass water his next move, and then proceeded to draw him with a fork tactical manoeuvre that cost him his queen before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his work force with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a secret plan in…I ca n't commemorate how long, maledict it. '' The frustration was n't unfeigned, and the glimmer in his eyes told her that he was instill by her mastery of tactics.

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

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

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

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

'' I…I think you 've already taken both, Master. I 've never felt the way you made me find today. Or lastly Night. ``

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

Naya shifted, feeling a minuscule uncomfortable by Damian 's words. Yet they were not as discomfiting as they once might have been. She sensed a insidious 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 guilty conscience that usually lurked behind her thoughts.

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those twin words out took courageousness. It 's improper, Naya. WRONG. Yet…yet it was there. A phantasy from her teenage years when she 'd first stumbled onto the taboos of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to little girl, to women. Not from a purely physical standpoint.

But she did find the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined spot of control - acute illusion where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in often the same ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her true sexual love. The dark Prince Charming. Her deepest fantasy had always involved both factor, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both hands on Naya 's reduce shoulders, and then gently caressed the young lady 's arms as he looked her in the heart, refusing to let her glint away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to stay fresh privy. state me, my adorable slave. Tell me and I can arrive at it real. ``

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

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

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

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

Those words finally gave her the strength. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling mystery, the most shocking Revelation of Saint John the Divine she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't break up a grinning. He did n't falter for a second from the concerned, unfluctuating look that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her fantasy in human body and form it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the bars of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather neckband around her pharynx etched with silver grey marking. Two lash of rope bound her wrist joint to the head teacher of the cold, stainless brand body tray on which she 's been spread-eagled. Her legs were free people, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to continue completely still.

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

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and good supporter. Sabrina Thompson was a sexy redhead with delicious curves, total chest, and a deceptively angelic, young fount. She had originally applied to be a flying attendant on Damian 's secret jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important gift. Her ability to massage away pain, to mend people 's spirits, had made Damian eventually decide to engage her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

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

The gorgeous Whitney Young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a rubber cock in her mouth, its point facing upward. The long, pink shaft of light had wickedly abrasive rows of bumps to raise womanly joy, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female, and the thought sent her pussy into a dripping-wet state of matter of arousal.

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

'' semen here, husband. Lick this jade 's pussy. Look how wet she is ! Give the slight bitch a exhaustive cunt-sucking to keep her distracted. I 'm going to mount the slut 's face and fuck her until she begs for clemency. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the arctic cock fastened inside her mouth. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the brand trunk tray, lowering her pussy slowly until her sex engulfed the totality of the long, thick peter. Sabrina began a steadily rhythm, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's aspect. The Pres Young cleaning woman moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the blanch dominatrix as Damian knelt between her stage, 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 heat down on the long rubberize penis, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that pussy in her face. The thought of licking it gave her no joy in itself. But the idea of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's cunt crashing down on that long, sexy unreal pecker - that made Naya 's tit harden. It made her groan and her pussy gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded nerve bundle until Naya could only groan and mosh underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunet 's untested mamilla.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could talk, twat ? Lie there and let me use your aspect as a fuck-toy. Can you see my succus glistening on the cock in your mouth ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's moan intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her snatch with feverous desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's picayune clit until it was voiceless and engorged. Naya 's crotch began bucking upward into Damian 's face. She was so close. She could feel the climax beckoning in her core. Her loin rushed towards the finish line.

'' Not so fast, little puss. husband, give this horny gripe a taste of your cock. Stuff her pussy FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's expression. Naya groaned with letdown as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to fare next was like liquid flaming coursing through her nervure, cunt and button. This is torture, she thought. grand distortion. Her body hummed with desire, unbearable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to death as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her ankles, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless steel body tray. The cold steel had felt cold against her skin at first, but with the never-ending friction and the dead body heating plant of the male and female partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lissome nakedness was sheened with sweat, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the pecker fastened inside Naya 's immature backtalk. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the organic structure tray, pulled both of her stage up to expose her moist love groove. He inserted his manhood and jabbing brutally to the hilt, filling her balmy sex.

The college student imagined Damian leaning into her, his cock plowing deeply into her kitty with his regard fastened on the joining of their organic structure. Naya imagined what it might calculate like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's plunges down the stilted cock fastened to Naya 's human face. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasize scope fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this incapacitated female person captive taken by a bestial wife and husband…

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

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

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

Naya felt Damian 's dick embedded between the seal of approval of her pussy sass and she moaned. `` I…I lovemaking being dominated like this, Mistress. I love your prick inside me at the same time Master. ``

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

At last the 21-year-old sighed, her nipple hard as thumb tacks, her pussy slick with its own juice. `` Because…to have two people making me the marrow of all aid, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control over me, to me THAT is sleep with, Master. I feel love when your pecker surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's snatch engulfs the cock in my mouth, making me feel like I 'm in the center of a storm of…of energy, giving pleasure as a great deal as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your core or…I do n't know what to name it. Please, master. Please, Mistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning look, making sure enough that he was still game to extend. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasance. She pumped her sex in rapid successiveness, her succus coating the rubber hammer. At last-place, with her nipples beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the artificial peter, splashing it with her juices even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's coming. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the galosh cock from the girl 's rima oris. Sabrina took a dance step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the border of the body tray, spreading her hips wide as he penetrated her with animalistic zeal. His phallus pounded her, hard and dissolute, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the flexure of her sex, arousal jumping through her loins. Her nipples were hard as bantam ball field, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more elbow room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an apex of the sun's way, his cock slamming between her legs until he tensed, their bodies joined as his shaft twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's principal bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid state fondness of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her climax, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

The naked Danton True Young char heard only her speedy breathing, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his oral fissure gently suckling on her bosom.

'' Mmm. I love how these immature tits taste, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downward, his natural language laving at her slickened love duct. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't seem to mind doing it in the to the lowest degree.

Is this what love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fulfill her fantasise, no matter how dark and wind. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender Passion. Asking zippo in yield. His tongue gently stroked her core, bringing her one last twinge of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

'' Well, Naya ? Will you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my spouse, my slave. I will fulfill whatever phantasy you desire and protect you. My warmness is yours to be crushed or to be made unharmed by you alone. One interrogative now. Do you have ? ``

Naya 's pretty nerve relaxed and she took a long moment to think. But there was aught to decide. She did n't require to go back to a macrocosm grey and colorless. A world without the vivid feelings she 'd just receive. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. Her handwriting gripped his unsubtle shoulder joint as he crushed her breasts against his dresser, his arms encircling her and holding her tight.

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

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

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

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

Naya gave him a shy smile. `` Yes, original. I will allow the mankind behind to be with you. ``

'' No, Naya. You leave the macrocosm behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouth as their lips joined once more, sealing a bond between master copy and slave never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a error. Oh god. This is a bad estimate. I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could mean as she felt Damian pull up in his dodge Viper, throwing it into park in front of her sometime dormitory. It had been several calendar month since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd called her roomie Rebecca early on a calamitous Monday aurora those few month ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebecca had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

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

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

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

Clouds obscured the lunar month in the night sky. Even with the campus lighting, the world seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

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

She had finally poured out her guilt to Damian a month ago, and he had come up with one of the most outrageous proposal of marriage 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 Logos had floored Naya.

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

Now they were here and Damian planned to make Rebecca an offer she could n't refuse. They entered through the pinch entrance at the back of the building. individual had illegally propped open the door. They rushed up three flight of steps of stair, Damian leading the way wearing a saturnine singlet and jeans, looking like a bouncer in a nightclub. Naya wore a short lavender chick and storage tank top, a ruby necklace around her neck - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the genuine dearest who finally realize him.

volition I ever really sympathize the mystery that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for sure, but she did make out one thing. He was bold face, unpredictable, adventurous. And she loved him.

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his hand. The athletic, stringy football player had a mop of blond hairsbreadth on his handsome aspect. His low-spirited middle were deadly unplayful at the present moment, but normally they crinkled with boyish charm.

'' 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 indisputable you want to do this ? You still have a chance to gage out, Jake. If we 're going to do this, though, I think we need you with us. ``

Jake grinned at Naya. `` Naya, your boyfriend is one unbalanced son of a bitch, I 'll founder him that. '' Naya still did n't recognize the looseness. 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 fair game. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the nook, listening to the quick interchange of conversation as a foggy Rebecca got awoken in the heart of the night.

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

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

A sleepy Rebecca let Jake hustle her out the doorway 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 contrivance Viper 's tire, Naya turned to Damian.

'' You want to tell me your program yet ? Or do I just get to be function of the surprise ? '' Naya gave her professional a channelize spirit, but Damian was n't ruffled so easily.

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

Naya crossed her subdivision, her seventh cranial nerve verbalism threatening tempest clouds. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly inscrutable, and this was one of those times. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebekah might say when she learned the the true, lost in thought with the Night going by in a fuzz and headlamp from other cars streaking like angels past her window.

Finally they reached their terminus, a mansion with grandiloquent alabaster chromatography column fronting the place. The estate of the realm was on a J. J. Hill, surrounded by wrought Fe fencing material and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this post. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his married woman and three children were currently in residence. Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Book of the Prophet Daniel did n't recognise was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

They parked the Viper, entered through the front door, and Damian re-engaged the security system behind them. He led Naya through a snarl of different hallways and rooms until they came out onto an capable patio with a large, spacious hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't amusing. Why did you take us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunet looked feisty, pointing her finger angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her rest clothes. Somehow she managed to calculate sexy though, the point in time of her nipples poking through her sleep shirt.

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

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her champion, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebekah knew what was happening. The curly-haired girl almost broke into tears for a second, squeezing Naya right 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 Robert William Service. '' Damian extended his handwriting with a winning smile on his side.

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

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

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

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to disperse her arms wide and say, `` Look, Rebecca, please do n't detest me. But I want to tell you the truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new life, a better life, and I want you to have it too. That 's why we 're all here. To make you an offer. ``

Rebecca gaped, first at her beau, then at her just friend.

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

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

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

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollars so that she could bump the braveness to provide her old lifetime and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar chance. Leave now, with your boyfriend Jake. ejaculate live on the island with us. I own a lowly secret island in the gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the intimate fantasies that are the kernel of who you really are. unwrap a different kind of lifetime with different priorities. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good thing for us, Becky. The substantially of matter. With the money you can go back to school any clock time and finish your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to change our environs, take stock of where we 're at in our lives. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own niggling worlds, internships, classes, job covering across the country. THIS, though, would have us a chance to discover who we are first, to prepare our relationship before going out into the world. Damian is offering us a chance at chancel if we 're will to be at peace with some of our deepest, maybe even glowering fantasies. baby, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired young woman looked at her fellow almost outraged, but something held her anger in confirmation. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly infiltrate her judgement. She let out an exhausted sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't believe this is even happening. Jake, look at me home. I 'll sleep on it and think over this…this absolutely freaking insane whirl. It 's crazy, but I 'm bequeath to debate it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really think this is in good order for me ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' The people who own this sign are asleep in their sleeping accommodation upstairs. They might awaken at any moment. They might come down for a midnight bite. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the home certificate, which means that you have two pick : either leave, set off the alarm, and explain to the homeowners and patrol what just happened to you…getting your best friend and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love life to Jake right here, right now. fulfil your fantasy. Obey Jake 's commands. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

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

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

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

There was a sudden thump, as of footsteps. Perhaps person upstairs using the bathroom. The trading floor creaked overhead.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's tick, Rebecca. You may not consume much sentence either. It sounds like one of the people upstairs is stirring. stool your pick. ``

Naya watched, arousal seething in her blood. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's grimace flush with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best friend, slipping the shirt over Beckys question. Bra-less, Becky 's tit glistened in the moonlight as the cloud receded. Her boob were shining, utter cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a hand under the waistcloth of her pants, stroking her young clit.

Becky shuddered, her breathing a small labour as Jake continued to suck on her nipple and stroke her lenient sex.

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

'' Say something, baby. enjoin me how much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his rid hand gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to massage her raw back.

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

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

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and wind cone, standing au naturel in her birthday suit. trivial trickling streaks of kitty juice glistened on the interior of her thighs where Jake 's finger's breadth had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully defenseless, her creamy breast and undetermined sex inviting racy phantasy of ascendance and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, blue jean, air sock and brake shoe, standing limber and nude until he sat on the edge of the hot tub. The water bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his legs in with a sigh.

'' cum here, baby. Get your fine ass in there and take in my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his stretch cock, Jake hissed, `` What if individual comes down here ? Do you want the owner catching us here, having sex in his firm ? Every second base that ticks by we might be discovered, baby. Come here ! Get your oral cavity on me, and be flying about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a illusion of Rebecca 's. Each sentence Jake mentioned the prospect of somebody discovering them, her heart seemed to smooth and Becky 's teat had hardened like thumb tacks. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling waters of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's wooden leg.

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

Jake groaned, his body going set with desire. It was as if every cheek ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his cock, hungrily gathering up the sensations. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her mouth, slowly pumping her fount down and then up, down and then up. The young man 's caput went back, center closing in a delirious transport as Becky slurped up and down his eager prick.

Damian turned to Naya, and the look of foreplay in Naya 's facial expression was unmistakable. Naya 's eyes were glued to the unlikely aspect .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in figurehead of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's cock, her hands pressing firmly against his hips.

The Cy Young man tried to stifle his groan, grunting as he thrust his hip upward to spike Becky 's offspring mouthpiece. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his shaft deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her sassing for several long seconds. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her lips dripping with filament of cum.

Licking her chops, Becky proceeded to pump the rooster with her handwriting.

'' Look at me, baby. Uhhhh god, I want you so bad. count at how a great deal this cocks wants you, '' Jake growled. Becky pushed forward, rubbing her thorax against his slimy humanity until her breasts glistened with the mingled fluids of Jake 's pre-cum and her own saliva.

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' prognosticate me Master, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a moment, but then she let the Christian Bible signifier in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunet leaned over again, slurping up his cock between her precious lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until release seemed imminent. Jake clenched two hands in her hair, moving his bridge player up and down to help fuck her face with more virile dip.

At cobbler's last Becky came up off of that rooster one more meter, her chin dangling with tenacious streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. captain has lots of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His cock, thick and make, saluted Becky 's pale bleakness. `` What are you waiting for, my precious little slut ? The possessor of this house might derive any here and now. Hurry up and roll in the hay me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her pussy above his bulbous cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the rhythm, her slit engulfing his shot until Naya could only see his clod. Naya watched with gathering indigence in her loins, her cunt wet now, as her best friend began to ride Jake 's cock.

'' Uhh…you love child. screwing me. Fuck my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his genitals upward to satisfy her downward ass, joining their bodies until more pre-cum leaked between the seal of her slit sassing. It would n't be long now. Jake was ready to explode.

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

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

'' fountainhead, slave ? Feeling a bit left out, are we ? '' he said huskily. Naya nodded, moaning as Damian plunged two fingers into her diffused sex, finger-fucking her firm and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her sexy ass grinding on Jake 's rooster as the young man moaned with conviction.

'' Yes, infant. Impale that hot pussy on my dick. YES. Faster, you little trollop. Harder, '' Jake growled, his deal reaching out to pinch Becky 's pink nipples, wresting a moan from her beautiful lips.

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark naked, every beautiful womanly curve revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather leash around her neck and then cuffed her hands behind her spine. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his hands gripping her articulatio humeri firmly as he swiftly entered her tender slit from behind, plunging into the effeminacy of her sex with an hearable smack, his sac smacking against the vertebral column of her thighs with each pulverizing piece of ass.

The dark-haired girl moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his putz ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety sheath. Naya had to trust on Damian 's hands to go for her shoulder and keep her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had double-dyed baron over her. All Naya could do was crusade her rosehip back to suffer his drive, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, little cunt. relocation those hips. I 'm going to fuck your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their organic structure joining creating a staccato musical rhythm which added to the refrain of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so hard. The arousing sight must experience sent the curly brunet over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic wail as her pussy gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's tight depths. He grabbed her by the neck opening, bringing her Down for a ferocious kiss as his own climax poured through him, his seeded player surging into her tender inside.

The doorway to the patio swung full out-of-doors and a middle-aged man with piercing blue eyes and gray hair burst into the room. He was wearing only a Night gown, and his eyes widened in shock.

Naya turned, her cheek blushing as Damian continued to fuck her hard, as if nothing were amiss. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Daniel, why how-do-you-do. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the mansion looked at the setting in figurehead of him. A brunet with a leather collar around her neck opening, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's cock plowing her from butt. A curly-coated brunette sitting on a offspring man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid cock slipped free, totally sated. Becky looked horrify, her jaw dropping as she realized Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the Whitney Young man put his workforce on her shoulders.

'' SSHHH. Do n't panic. It 's OK, baby. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the unit affair. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's nipples with his dentition before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a deer in headlights, utterly immobilise, until Jake 's attending seemed to intermit the spell.

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a suspire as stimulation began to make a tentative counter, re-moistening her cunt. The curly brunet reached down, gently caressing her buff 's putz even as it started to show signs of vigour again. `` Oh god, what 's wrong with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could tell by the arousal in Becky 's eyes that she longed to put Jake 's hammer right back inside her tight, wet cunt where it belonged.

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

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

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

'' Yes, master copy. Fuck my pussy. fuck this striver 's brainpower out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their eyes met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still bonk me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the best Friend you 've always been capable to trust ?'Those were the cerebration Naya almost wanted to ask, if the sentience Damian 's cock was assaulting her pussy with had n't derailed any try to babble in coherent sentences.

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to play out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her breast, combined with the envelopment of arousal and sheer intimate joy. The hard worker threw her hips back, her cute fundament slamming to play Damian 's plunging cock as the moment of eruption came. His men tightened on Naya 's shoulder, squirt after squirt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's epithet, thanking her professional for emptying his seed, her body sagging with gratification as she felt his heat consume her.

epilogue

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the worry duality of the universe as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the donjon .'Her friend had learned to draw rein her sexual fantasies and use them as originative fuel to spend a penny life worth living. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three calendar month now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their internal ego - the sexual beings inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the world in its peachy incandescence, Naya found herself straddling a wooden sawbuck, a giant pink dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankles were tied to either side of the horse, and her wrist joint were bound behind her back. She moaned with a testis gag in her lip as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the paries of her sex with one C of tiny ridicule protrusions along the entire length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her bosom and tweaking her teat with his deceptively mild touch. `` wellspring, slave ? How does it feel, that vast, hard rubber cock thrust up your tight, wet snatch. Hmm ? ''

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

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

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. fuck me. You call this screw ? '' she sang, her kitty slurping up and down his cock, her cunt sass forming a stiff seal along his irradiation. `` I want to palpate your cock-head in my womb, beshrew it. screw me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless dick. ''

Becky 's language was coarse, but it was all just part of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was uncoerced to play this part, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the rife one, and sometimes she let Jake bring that purpose. Neither was correctly or wrong. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual intimacies and peculiarity in countless variety.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock mise en scene to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimulant assaulting her kitty-cat even as he stroked her clitoris. His other hand cupped her spiritualist breasts until she had no choice but to gush hard on that gumshoe cock, coating it with her juice and scent.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the foreplay never let up. Naya 's pussy, over-sensitive from the Holocene epoch orgasm, now felt every vibrating sensation from the embedded cock with treble volume as it impaled her slick sex.

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

victor and slave, man and charwoman. This was a world where boundary could be thrown aside, and conceal fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to cod Jake 's straining putz, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them discharge. Naya had no regrets, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please send me a input to let me know what you thought ! This level resonates with thing that happened to me living in a sexually repressed society. Remember, always fall out your ambition, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty