CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing face of her roommate. It had n't been the low gear time she 'd seen Rebecca fall in her that look. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mystic as his ikon suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her seemed cynical, the eyes hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at least a X her senior, but his be given nerve had somehow retained the charm of a much youthful man. Damian 's eyes were smoky Zane Grey. His figure was compact car, and even under the dreary purplish clothes shirt, muscles rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. Adventurous, open to possibleness, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an eve and, if you play your placard right, Damian might just keep you for a patch. Offering : $ 2 million the first gear night. price on the table after that. Do you defy ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might feature called her petite from a distance, but she had noticeable curves and a body that screamed feminine mantrap. She glanced in the mirror one last time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless melanise garb. It matched the showy, charcoal-black fuzz that hung in wavy lushness a effective few inches past her shoulders. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a walkaway for the track team at Triton University. She was also a fourth-year studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a softer edition of Naya. Rebekah 's curtly, curly hair and mischievous middle were always looking for the next prank to work. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous on-line advertisement.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few Sir Thomas More months. Is this, like, some utmost stupid stunt you think you need to do before you become a creditworthy grownup ? Because I promise you, there are less dolt ways to do something impulsive 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 distinguish her the the true. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dream, not hers. Now that she was so stuffy to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt empty. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her feel alive. She did n't want to call up about the future, at to the lowest degree not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an obscure meeting place had seemed like a cosmic planetary house 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, come 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 goliath pale Frisbee, the sleek, black limo pulled up to the AMEX near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curb with her, wearing a much less dressy jean and a tank top. She gave her Quaker a goodbye hug.

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

'' Becky, you know I 'm not dazed. I promise to be careful. love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. Call that fellow you 've been pining for the last few day, '' she said with a smiling, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to give her a slug in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed number one wood opened the door for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could try foster retribution. She waved at her friend as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and labour them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on oarlock and needles. A light rain began to decrease, making the asphalt and buildings glisten with a lineament Naya liked. It reminded her of magic. Wow, what a corny opinion. Do n't let your screaming meemies make you say something pudding head tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dream she 'd harbored for a magical even tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her easily ? Would her Best be even finale to good enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to relieve the tautness by making pocket-sized talk.

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the driver. She had caught the name 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking Joseph Black man had a shaved header and looked like he could 've played in the subject Football League with no trouble. But he did n't even respond to Naya, just rolled up the divider window and turned on some pleasant malarky music that would 've drowned out any further effort at communicating.

Naya frowned. The initiative petite bit of'I told you so'crept into her school principal, doing a remarkable rendition of Rebecca 's vocalization. As the minutes ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiousness morphed into something else. It took on undertones of outright veneration. Nearly 45 bit passed before Naya was ready to make love on the partition and need that 'Pierre'stop the vehicle and tell her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limousine eased out of the rain, pulling to a stop in a wide warehouse floor flooded with twinkle.

The doorway opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the duration of the trip, my dame. Master 's orders were to not utter to you until we arrived. '' The sudden lovingness in the man 's centre did a lot to resettle Naya 's nervousness, but not completely. She slowly stepped out, turned around, and gasped at what she saw.

There were row of beautiful young women. Many of them wore skimpy dresses, others wore pieces of greater elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the magniloquence of the nightie and weightiness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look Sir Thomas More mature than their eld.

Naya quietly let capital of South Dakota guide her over to join the line of expectant lady friend. She stood beside a blonde fille in a bright red garb which had a single strap that wound behind and looped around the cervix, revealing two creamy articulatio humeri and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't sleep with this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to finger uncomfortable.

A redheaded woodpecker on Naya 's early side was wearing a sparkly green armored combat vehicle top and black drop-off embroidered with rows of promising astragal. She turned with a vital look in her emerald eyes. `` A skank is still a skank, no matter how mulct the attire, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged percentage on an assembly line. Naya opened her sass, shocked at the charwoman 's rudeness.

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

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blonde adult female 's look. Her pretty blue eyes were wide and devoid now, but moments before they 'd been feisty and sharp.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to conform to you, Claire. That dress looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own segmentation. Below the trim of the dress a palm of flowers flared across her torso, just highlighting her full-bosomed chest that much more. Claire gave Naya a rueful smile.

'' Yeah, I know it IS a little over the top. Even though I do n't fit the obtuse blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to wager visual aspect and see how much people assume. You can learn a lot about people by what they do or do n't ASSUME, '' she finished with a grin.

'' What 's it made out of ? '' Naya said, unconsciously rubbing the fabric between her finger. Too previous she realized that maybe she was being too associate with Claire and just a bit presumptuous, but the blond fille smiled and seemed to bask Naya 's honest interest.

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant finger's breadth along the silk trim of her gorgeous black dress. `` Damn, woman. This hugs your anatomy like the gown of a goddess. I 'm actually envious. I may get points for gaudiness, but you 've got a lot Thomas More taste, '' she said with a sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two stood hand in hand, talking to one another, trying to keep each other 's hard drink up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the unknown contender Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 immature women in the storage warehouse. The constant pattering on the alloy roofing jostled against the subdued conversations of the Thomas Young women impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay door, screeching to a freeze, pennants fluttering with the corporate logo of Cruceaux Industries unmistakable, the completely place fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed man who had to be - without any doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its hopeful Ag vest contrasting sharply against his two assistants'plain ashen ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the furrow of young charwoman as if he had a mightily to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the gangway of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gown, his eyes seemed much less concerned about the physical endowments of the cleaning woman he surveyed than about former qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to comment over segmentation almost dismissively. He seemed to depend penetratingly into the eyes of each little girl he passed. He seemed to measure her altogether posture rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's slam was about to attain her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her heart. She realized her vast pratfall, her body tensing in awe.

Claire had to want to look her sexy best in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a girl she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a terrified niggling sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too tardy to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to sketch them, and his oculus had already taken sharp distinction of their joined hands.

What was Claire intellection ? Naya imagined that the blonde char was furious with her. She had ruined the night for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde cleaning lady first, and then his piercing gaze set its good deal on Naya. He seemed to loaf on her slick, midnight hair and the moody cocoa puddle of her eye. His oculus gently caressed the slimness of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for just measuring rod. He settled on her face, and Naya tried to conform to his gaze. After a few seconds, she couldn't.

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

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

Naya exchanged a spry glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new friend 's eyes. They had done it. They had passed the first-class honours degree test. Claire leaned over, risking a susurration before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the night Menachem Begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the urge to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather shock opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glimpse that was lupus erythematosus harsh and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the factory base just minutes earlier. The five o'clock vestige on his jaw gave him a rugged, severe expression, complimented well by ash-grey eyes that missed nothing.

'' I do n't believe I caught your figure, '' he said mildly as the bay threshold slid open and the limousine lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

'' A delight to meet you both. I want you to know, that no thing how this night transpires, you two are quite extra. I wouldn't have asked you to come if I thought otherwise. ``

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

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

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

The rest of the ride went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a trivial dubiousness here and there. Many of the adult female 's own questions were answered obliquely, with a deft acquirement at revealing only what he desired. Naya marveled at how he deflected even the most harmless questions - about his business, his change of location, his past tense careers.

At last, with the current of air picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windshield glass, the limousine pulled up to a classy Greek-Italian restaurant. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the mesa behind the shabu windows revealed luxuriant tablecloths and crystal ware which would 've looked suited in to the highest degree multimillion dollar mansions.

It was Pierre who opened the threshold, but Naya flushed when Damian took her hand, guiding her out onto the sidewalk as Pierre snapped spread out his umbrella. When Claire moved to keep an eye on, Pierre softly put up his hand.

'' Forgive me, my lady. You have other plans for the Nox. I see the disappointment on your face, but do not pass judgment the even until it 's over. I would not give brought you this far only to forsake you. '' The huge, muscle-bound black man sounded almost gallant, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent blood rushing to her nerve. Even Naya could see that.

Pierre closed the doorway on Claire, proceeded to see them to the eatery entering and gave his employer a brisk nod before retreating into the rain-washed night.

Soon Naya 's sum was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading US Army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so ladies who had tried to be his this Night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her hands on either side of her, a streak of self-conscious awareness surfacing with a vengeance. She was aware of the ruby pendant at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering black in the dress. She had been going for a decadent aspect, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her human body and rested on her look, she had succeeded.

'' You are a mesmerizing womanhood, Naya. Now that we 've passed through some of the pleasantries and come to sleep with 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 stranger, enjoying a night of passion and excess without regrets ? That might possess been the momentum that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first gear home, but it did n't vocalize so impressive now. In fact, it made her look downright shallow. She gripped the mesa bound, almost ashamed that she had no direct answer.

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

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

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

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

'' I did n't have sex mind-reading was one of your talents. ''

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

'' Because you know you 're powerful. You ARE right, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my aspiration for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to believe, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a Dark Prince Charming. In a few calendar month I 'll suffer my engineering arcdegree. Probably a few month after that I 'll have financial independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels vacate to me. I see my protagonist become absorbed in their own little worlds, 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 extraordinary hazard of acceding to my impulse and spending the night with a man you do n't even cognize ? ``

Naya took a gulp of air, feeling fret syndicate on the side between her breasts. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to adopt their order. After Damian ordered a glassful of red wine for them both, the server vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling gaze on the beautiful womanly object of his intent.

Naya tried to just be honorable. `` Because you have power, because you clearly do n't deal what people think. I admired your honesty when I first read the posting. I admired your dullness, the world-be-damned school of thought I sensed behind the word of honor in your ad. '' Naya could n't believe she was saying this. She sounded like another mortal, but it was genuine. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her friends at church service or with her parents.

'' And ? So far, have you come to any termination ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to attain and gently rub his rightfulness hired man over her left field. She felt the immediate surge of warmth from his palm, and it made her arm shiver.

'' Too early to tell, '' she whispered. `` But tell apart me this, '' she said, trying to find. `` Why did you bring Claire ? Why conjure her Hope up only to cruelly give her and then subscribe to me ? I do n't know if I can observe a man who does something like that. ``

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

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

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

His conduct turned unplayful, though, even as that last sentence brought up alarming questions in Naya 's psyche.

'' The Truth is a lot more routine than you would think, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like family to me. Pierre has been with me for several old age, but has yet to obtain the right woman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's compensate, Naya - I was playing marriage broker this eventide. capital of South Dakota trusted me to choose. I 'm a sound judge of chemistry. Even as we dine here, he has taken her someplace else for an intimate dinner not unlike this one. ``

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

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

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

Naya took a sip of her wine-coloured, letting the delicious finish dance on her palate for a few endorsement before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girl for getting certain ideas after you 've put her in a batting order with 100 other sexed-up cleaning lady ? ``

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

Naya shook her head and withdrew her bridge player. That damnably pleasurable belief of his script rubbing her arm was making it hard to believe straight.

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

Naya risked reaching out her manus, stroking the top of his. Let him receive a taste of his own medicinal drug, she decided. `` That seems an odd sexual union, '' she replied.

'' I 've seen relationships ruined by jealousy - not just of other multitude, but of bare objects, of wealthiness. Any sentence you have a relationship which is not foremost between two hoi polloi, green-eyed monster exists. It must be. It must always leave one of the three wondering, 'Am I valued less ? Do the other two really need me ?'A man was made to be with one woman, and a charwoman with one man. ``

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

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

The dark-haired daughter 's hand stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his hired hand tightly, and her heart softened. Naya could n't believe that this herculean billionaire sitting before her could echo the opinion of a boy once innocent. He was much more than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her mind.

Though she could n't explain 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 language 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 escort ? ``

Damian frowned as the server came over. Damian let Naya decree the tortellini, and then he ordered a heaping plate of lasagna. When the waiter left, his centre 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 form you my match, my subservient. I will be your original, and you will be my Slave. ``

This terminology drew crude lines in Naya 's mind and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dark illusion. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a pirate male monarch, sometimes by a savage barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these phantasy would probably look 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 fantasy. ``

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the passion rushed to her impertinence. She realized that both of his hands had invaded her side of the table, gently grasping her articulatio radiocarpea.

'' How does this feel, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's respiration had quickened. She was certain he could see the speedy ascent and fall of her breast under the skintight framework. The effort along her eyebrow had to be noticeable too. Her cleavage felt crafty with elbow grease, and she wanted to curse her nervousness for being so worthless.

Instead she said, `` It makes me sense alert. ''

Damian 's eye gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare woman, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to have a go at it exactly what you are getting into. I don't postponement to the average of bon ton. social club is superficial and moribund. I want you to experience alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - company 's beliefs be damned. Men and charwoman think differently. We ARE dissimilar. high society 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 want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and treasure you, but I will also make you MINE. I will force you to the point of accumulation, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His hands still gently clasped her wrists. Even that tone down level of his control over her sent her blink of an eye racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

'' Can you handle this ? Can you brook such an arrangement ? Because if you ca n't, there is no pity in standing up now and walking away. I wo n't try to stop you. But if you go forward from here, the ruler change. I will not treat you with kid baseball glove. I will care for you as the slave you were meant to become. ``

Naya abruptly withdrew her workforce, breaking his handle. She flashed him a impish smile. `` And just what are the regulation, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, gallant billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my typesetter's case, classes to look. Preferably ON meter. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingers on the table and took a sip of the fine red as the waiter brought out crustal plate of lasagne and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` Give me the weekend. If you decide to quell with me after that, you 'll quit your damn division, take the $ 2 million I offered, and become my slave. ``

Naya took a gulp of her wine-colored, swirling the beautiful red liquid in the delicately vitreous silica ice, watching and imagining it was blood. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the great Damian Cruceaux is not the man to cultivate me ? What then ? ``

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

The dusky-skinned college scholarly person frowned. `` By the agreement in your ad, you said $ 2 million for just one night. Why would I concord to continue with you for two nights and predate all that easy money ? ``

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

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

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

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would happen future. I guess I was wrong, she realized not long after. The limousine had come to pick them up, but this sentence it was a unlike driver who ushered them into the backwards seat. interior, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting side by side on the plush leather shock opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every drive had the easygoing limberness of a Felis concolor. He casually put an arm about her as the driver gunned the limousine into the rain-soaked night.

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

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

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

'' A small common soldier airport I use every now and then. It 's a bit of a parkway. We 've got some time, '' Damian said mildly.

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

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

'' Strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her body go insensate. A mo later, though, heat flooded her veins. The thought of him seeing her completely raw tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a Thomas Young woman and a man in a tuxedo. She looked over at the two of them, and her face must have shown her blow.

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

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

'' Claire, hold off your dress. 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 Edward Young blonde slowly unbuttoned the back of her frock, slipped discharge of the soft satin, and shimmied free of the relaxation of it. She was now in only a bright deep red bra and scanty. adjacent she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric downslope to the level. Claire slowly drew the step-in down her pleasant-tasting hips, sliding them gracefully off of her ankle. The heels came off then, and there was nothing but birthday suit. Just feminine beauty, bare and unvarnished.

The bare blonde sat beside Pierre, her limber breasts displayed for the former three hoi polloi in the limousine to admire. The thatch of pubic haircloth enshrouding her sex seemed to prognosticate a human beings of delights.

'' open up your second joint a little wider, lovemaking. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, surface and scupper. Her soundbox was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or sheer sexual rousing, Naya was n't surely. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a smell of triumph, like a person does when they 've just conquered a reverence, and it gave Naya an incredible surge.

Before anything more could be done, Naya found her handwriting reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight apparel. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed textile without too lots difficulty, finally letting it flop to the side of meat as she sat beside Damian in only her garden pink lace-bra and garden pink panty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush body. The blonde 's pallid pelt and womanly curvature were beautiful, simple-minded as that.

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

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

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

'' companionship has taught you to be ashamed of your own body. Do n't speak to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful things in your mind. Now do what I say. hold off what remains of your habiliment. I would see the substantial you - a au naturel, pristine Naya, a striver of nonpareil beauty. ``

As he said the word of honor, though, Damian gently did the study for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to reveal her supple strobile. He then slowly slid her panty down her legs, all the way to her ankle, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the nook, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her nascency. Her cute butt felt the cool leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her endanger puss lips. She felt a tingle of risk, of rousing, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each early 's dead body. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned skin was a shade darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's boob were maybe slightly larger, the nipples larger and more label. Naya 's smooth out belly with its belly-button ring added an exotic allure beneath her well-formed boob, and the brawny tone in her arms and legs was unmistakable.

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

But her tit were already hardened, a opprobrious game show for all to see. They did n't pass judgment her for it, though. She waited for a disapprobation that never came.

'' They are both dainty, Master. I can definitely predict a spade a nigra, '' Pierre said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm arrival around her shoulders in a interchangeable possessive posture. He went a stride further, though, claiming her mouth with a attendant kiss. Claire moaned, her mamilla beading too, and her nakedness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At final stage they came away from each other, lips parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, buckle down ? Put your rima oris on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's oculus widened, but she unstrapped the black man 's leather belt, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his slacks. Her graceful hands moved to slue down his pants and undergarments, letting a thick, long pecker spring free.

Naya could n't trust this was happening. She gaped even as she felt Damian deftly guide her onto his lap, cupping her white meat 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 bottom of Pierre 's black cock, starting at the stem, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blonde then swirled her lingua against the tip, ripping a slow groan from the big man 's pharynx.

'' She 's sucking his cock, professional. She 's taking him in her mouth, '' Naya whispered. Her kitty-cat felt affectionateness. Surging passion. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her lip back and forth along Pierre 's humanness. There was a gentle, suckling beat, its sound soon manifest in the ground. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's penis. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's gold hair into two clenched fist, groaning more deeply as she went to work on him. Her fount bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her rim.

'' feeling at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my cock fills your rima oris, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his shaft, her tongue caressing the length of his cock. She pumped her face back and Forth River, the suckling sound intensifying until Pierre grasped her head and gently forced her all the way down onto his genital organ. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling phone as the girlfriend bottomed out on his pubic hair, her nose practically touching his crotch.

After various second base, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with twine of pre-cum drifting from her backtalk. She wiped them with her articulatio radiocarpea and then began to lick the sides of his putz, her men tenderly pumping his humanity even as her tongue laved his cock-head as if it were a delicacy.

Naya sat there in disbelief, her pubic region 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 Edward Young woman felt the appalling touch of two fingers gently rubbing against her exposed button. Damian 's fingers. The man was attender but unbendable - and what began as soft rubs soon became unwavering 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 attempt of signature. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two digit slid into her soft transmission channel. She tried to celebrate her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that hanker, melanise cock. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her mouth on the spear again, this clip bottoming out on the dismal slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, fresh chain of gooey cum drifting from her lips. These she gathered with her fingers, licking them clean as if they were a sugary treat.

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

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

'' What are you tactual sensation, Naya ? '' Suddenly the goddamned finger stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's naked body. She thrummed with need, and her genitals had been unconsciously thrusting forward to play the billionaire 's hint.

'' I…I feel rut, victor. Your fingers feel so full inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't stop, '' she confessed.

'' You want Sir Thomas More, you 'll possess to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the language bent, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired young lady slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his pants, slid them and his undergarment down to his legs. She paused a instant, admiring the full software package in her aid. His thick, vein-bulging cock was intemperate for her, so great. She imagined the feeling of demand which must be surging through his whole body, the blood rushing to the length of his pecker.

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

This touch of mastery she had over him, it made her feel incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her rima oris up and down with a febrile intensity. Time seemed to strike away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thighs, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep sucking me, cute short cunt. Impale that sweet little backtalk on my prick. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the tyke beast she 'd dreamed of in her fantasies than the respectable businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his shaft with her tongue, her teeth gently grazing his cock as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her jolly lips. Before he could even recover though, the brunet had impaled her back talk again, squeezing the sides of his calamus with her spit as she slurped like a selfless striver. Damian 's moan reached a crescendo. He gasped, his hands grasping her by the shoulder joint and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' open up your mouthpiece, slave. OPEN ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her tit. Damian raised his humanness higher, the final exam serial publication of spurts covering her face and sass. When he was at survive fully spent, Damian lifted her back onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to relish the play of emotions across her face as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her clit to new pinnacle.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonized groan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the pasty cum on her typeface, its biting fragrance filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her core - that quickly building syndicate of desire so desperately needing freeing. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingerbreadth desperately, grinding her rose hip with fervency. She did n't give care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a main road, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

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

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

Naya 's groan plateaued, and her physical structure climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. piece of ass me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his index number finger as she came hard, her juices flooding his privates. Naya 's slender munition grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his vest as she felt herself riding out the climax. Her naked, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's Brigham Young nerve pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her warm breather panting against his neck.

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

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

'' We will be at the airport soon, slave. Now get some remainder. I will let new challenges for you once we arrive. '' Naya tried to remain awake, but her centre were heavy. The lead flitting by the limo 's windowpane seemed to lull her into unconsciousness. All she could cogitate was that none of it was real.

Yet if that was true up, then why had her body never felt so alive ? She remembered his mitt inside her cushy 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 oestrus and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a shaft so rigid and filled with indigence. Then she felt his heat fill up her insides, her oculus snapping opened as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his chest, the drome final lighting twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

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

She looked at her surroundings - this perfectly ordinary limousine - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting naked next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the wide leather cushion, his arm wrapped around a naked 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 safe match. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

The brunette looked down at her openness 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 boyfriend 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 naked, displayed proudly beside your captain ? said a midget voice in her head.

She looked at Damian one Thomas More fourth dimension. His oral fissure was set in a firm line. He was serious. Dead serious. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to meet her regard steadily as if to say'I 'm plot if you are .'

Taking a deep, fortifying breathing place, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her scanty substructure on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic tomentum, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her tit into cold-sharpened string of beads. She breathed in the unused aroma of rainwater and pine Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The airdrome was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his paw gently rubbing her low-toned vertebral column. `` What do you feel, Naya ? Shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful adult female. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nothing to fear. I own this airport. No one will dare judge you. Do you trust me ? ``

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

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight co-occurrence, their blasphemous vest looking almost melanize in the night, materialized in front of the limousine. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we aid carry anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudeness. Naya swallowed with difficulty, trying to keep the red from creeping onto her face.

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

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

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

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

Every pace felt like torture to Naya. She felt like personal chattel being paraded before a victorious throng, even though the track was virtually empty. A few airdrome personnel went about their duties, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his retinue. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the Lapplander way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunette. Pierre gestured her up the ramp first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the whole tone onto the plane.

The moment she set understructure inside a rush of moderation swept through her. She was given a buns beside Claire, and the two naked striver were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and breasts with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a slight trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you wish me to facilitate, break one's back ? '' The kindness in his eyes disarmed her even though she was tempestuous at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a captured hard worker lady friend brought to ancient Italian capital, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an scratchy feel, but quietly nodded. With deft strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her chest, cheeks, and elsewhere on her face.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the tarry area of the plane from the front of the cabin. Naya did n't discern the type of planer. She guessed it could seat 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for byplay travel, and it was well stocked with beverages of all kinds - gin, whisky, rum, yield succus, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rarified moment of privateness.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how inept she felt. Why did sitting raw future to somebody variety her power to retrieve or lecture normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't make good sense, but the awkwardness was like a fog on all sides.

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

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

Claire nodded, an evil grinning lighting up her fairly face. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few looks your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his pecker, feeling the blood rushing through his manhood, my deal resting on the straining muscles of his pegleg as he barely holds back with the desire to tear his crotch upward into my quick mouth. Naya shook the memory away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensations she could n't seem to hold in.

The Edward Young blonde looked at her ally, gently patting her manus. `` I think he adores you, you know. At offset I was so besotted off, when capital of South Dakota told me that I was to be HIS date, and not Damian 's. But after we sat down to dinner, we really hit it off. We talked for 60 minutes, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this instantaneous connexion. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same thing. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so certainly. I 've already managed to say some pillock things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave slavish lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two worlds, the liberate mortal I want to be and the mortal whose consistence I 'm stick in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't hump how to be that with all these contrary feelings telling me that what we 're doing is wrong. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a pitch blackness tie and commercial enterprise coat placed her purse just out of arm 's reach.

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

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

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

'' Did I say you could experience speech sound exclusive right, slave ? '' Damian 's centre peaked in interest. A suppressed grinning could n't hide the humor in his center, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

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

Naya felt her CORE flood with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll make believe you a pile, slave. ejaculate here and mount me. piece of tail me. twit this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her number and put the headphone to your ear. You can tell your roommate that everything 's fine then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. Agreed ? ``

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

So why are your nipples hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that tiny voice scolded her. She felt a thrum of stimulation coiling from her slit all the way through her chest and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her understructure and walked across the aisle. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his naked form until his shaft pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, thick and ready for her…and it made her stemma run hot.

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

'' Uuhhh. Please Master. ``

'' You heard my fling, Naya. Take it or leave it. This will be the live luck to use your telephone set until the weekend is finished. You either name her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a imploring look. She wondered how many other char had given him that same despairing pleading verbal expression, and been refused any mercifulness in return. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in jolt at the sensation of nuisance mixed with pleasure.

'' secernate me what you are feeling, slave. Why do you hesitate ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your awe holding you back. Not me. '' Those actor's line seemed to infiltrate her defense reaction, making her realize just how arbitrary her awe truly was. Why could n't she talk to Rebecca now ? What made making dear to Damian, writhing on top of his rooster, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful secret ? The horny brunet licked her lips and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entrance to her sex, then eased herself down the offset inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His peter was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her legs would soon vary that. She slowly rocked back and Forth, her intellect reverting back to the pipe dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the fantasy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness gathering between her legs. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his rigid penis, More and to a greater extent of it wedged its way deep.

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

'' What do you feel, break one's back ? talk of the town to me, '' Damian said, almost begging. She looked down at him, oestrus melting her eyes.

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to become yours, skipper. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the pace. I love the way you feel…so cryptical inside me, '' she admitted, her part turning to almost a soft purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his cock between the seal of her snatch lips.

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

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

'' Passcode ? ``

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

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

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been worried nauseated ! I heard from a friend, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her sis had responded to that same ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a whole seraglio of women to pick out from, that he picked two out of the crowd at a storage warehouse down by the bob district and just whisked them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

'' I 'm ... alright Rebekah. '' She stifled a groan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging gaze told her to 'keep screw .'This was part of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl show, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated shot. The soft detrition of his cock rubbing against her inside was heavenly, and she wanted to groan so badly but couldn't.

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

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

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

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

'' Would that be so incorrectly ? '' Naya said, surprised at the billow of anger her roommate 's assertion awoke in her.

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

Naya bristled. `` Well maybe it 's none of your stage business, Becky. I 'm staying the weekend with him. With Damian Cruceaux. Believe what you want. '' To take away the wrath Naya upped the pacing of her impalements, enjoying the delicious sense impression as she bottomed out on Damian 's phallus.

'' Just tell me this. Tell me you 're prophylactic. '' Rebekah had just pissed off her skilful friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of apology in her voice. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would serve her rightfield to make her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd commit worms of guilt trip threading through her opinion.

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

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call you Mon morning. I 'm hunky-dory, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't worry about me. '' The instant Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned loud and authorise, her juices dripping onto his pecker. She humped his humanity harder, the lenient rocking of her soundbox weight moving back and forth with animalistic zeal.

'' Hmm…what are you feeling now ? I sensed injurious run-in, Naya. What did your roomie 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 probability to answer. `` Come here, little girl. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong coat of arms encompass her. Damian thrust his dick upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his free hand continued to stroke her button, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into muscle spasm, her juice coating every inch of his rigid member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

The plane began to propel, 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 handlock.

'' Hold on rigorous, little cunt. celebrate fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her hands to grip the back of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvis thrusting upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of Angle, her capitulum nearly popping as they made the acclivity. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute arse, ramming herself down to join them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's engorged dickhead.

Damian cupped her breast gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, buckle down. You are much More to me than a fucking. Never forget that. fall in yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my pecker. '' He lay back, his bridge player slipping up to her shoulders, massaging them as the moment of sexual climax tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his figure as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his appendage 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 heavy way. Naya groaned as her mouth captured his, taking charge. He sighed beneath her, completely spent, his cock growing soft inside the glossy, soft, and now-sticky folds of her sex.

She cupped his fount in her workforce, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I believe you ? '' she asked. That dubiousness - trustingness - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't want to let herself go vulnerable to person with his variety of might, someone who could always consume what he wanted. And Rebecca was aright. She did n't really KNOW anything about him at all. She 'd known him for less than 24 hours. He was a man with resourcefulness, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

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

'' lord ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay on. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender tone, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the blanket with her. The couch was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his warmth, his muscled arm draped over her breast, his breath warm on her neck. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black whisker until they spilled like fine strands of silk down the other face of the pillow. He kissed the nucha of her neck softly, closed his center, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

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

There was a rough ache in her chest of drawers. Is this what love feeling like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crushes before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secret grin slid over her face and she snuck one eye candid. There was a couch across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making replete use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hand and human knee, her paw on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from behind. She had a leather collar around her neck attached to a silver tercet. Pierre pulled on it just a little, forcing Claire 's neck higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to slam that hot kitty back to meet each of my fucks. Now FUCK me, picayune gripe. I want to feel you encase every column inch of my peter ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little rougher than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre '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 frailty versa.

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your bitch. Fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's tit shook with the force of capital of South Dakota 's thrusts. Seeing the huge black man dwarfing her lithe, womanly cast was a unknown demarcation. If Naya did n't know amend, she 'd almost wonder if Pierre would wear her fragile, naked body at any second. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard Pierre 's voice suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, knuckle down ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with hard, powerful straight thrust, but it was the young blond who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those driving force, begging him to call her name that made Naya blush.

capital of South Dakota stilled, one hand still jerking the terzetto back, the former hand gently slapping the firm buttocks boldness at his disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each prison term, encasing him. capital of South Dakota was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the force, the round of their coupling. `` What do you hope for, slave ? order me what you feel or I wo n't move another muscle. Talk to me. ``

Claire sighed, her rose hip lunging backward as she moaned. `` I…this has been my fantasy, professional. To be fucked from behind savagely. With a apprehension around my neck. To be treated like a slave. ``

'' And then ? '' Pierre prodded. `` Do n't mindlessly immerse yourself in the fantasy. Pick up the thread, and let them guide on you. recollect about the subconscious desires underneath it, Claire. What do you want me to do next ? ``

The revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid depressed oculus. She sighed, her hoarse reply patent. `` Eat out my pussy, Master. Please. ``

It took only that simple request, and the formerly dominating Master had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender young blond, and began to lick tenderly at her pussy. His knife strokes, sucks, and licks were joined by kisses and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the bulwark of her cunt between spit flicks. Claire moaned, her paw gripping the armrest of the white-furred lounge as if her sprightliness was in risk. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The missy 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth as Claire 's forefront whipped left and right, the groan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your taste sensation more than anything in the world, '' capital of South Dakota growled, his glossa eating out her now sopping wet cunt. In a few more instant, with his knife firmly stroking her sexual love distribution channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a powerful climax, her consistency shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's warm arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the young woman from flying over the precipice.

Many long second later the exhausted little girl sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her replete pussycat, fucking her with zeal, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the lead once again, growling in the present moment of climax. Claire sighed as capital of South Dakota finally drew out his flabby extremity. Cum dripped from her glistening puss lips, staining the couch shock, but Master and buckle down did n't manage.

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

'' Master…thank you. Thank 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. ``

Pierre 's words were so sappy that at first Naya almost wanted to titter. But the Thomas More she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lover ensconced on the couch, she wondered what rightfield she had to jeer. club would 've called it hedonistic vacancy. Yet the superstar she 'd felt here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more bear, than any political party her protagonist from Christian church had ever dragged her to. These multitude were not 'normal'by the standards she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? More to the point, it seemed a in effect matter to Naya.

For the low gear time ever, she did n't feel the motivation to hide. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even watch another couple make love almost rectify beside her and sense that intimate energy, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be dependable unrecognised. Perhaps it was the very thing that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and ne plus ultra which were really the most empty.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright lighting seeped underneath the screen, and Naya awoke with a start, realizing that she was on a well-heeled bed. She was naked still, her wrists and ankle joint bound to the bedposts. rout like that she felt both helpless and active. She looked down, feeling a unknown sensation pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal prong had also been carefully inserted into her pucker hole. The device now buzzed in her pussy and ass, creating hotshot she did n't know were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her hamper.

A door opened and footsteps sounded like whispering on the carpeting. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like case with its five o'clock darkness loomed over her. He looked down at her with tenderness. He gently stroked his hand along the brunette 's face.

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

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her body touch sensation overwhelmed by the input. Her titty were crowned with pointed little garden pink nipples, arousal swamping her core. She could feel herself trembling from the tips of her fingers all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute sassing, making her groan all the more opaque as she begged for him to charter the rubber globe gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it FEEL knuckle down ? You 're focusing on what you think is right or wrong because of society 's rules. It 's supposedly dirty, to make something in that internal space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that sensation in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jerk of apparent movement with the ribbed shafts within her puss and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were enjoyable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving pectus. He watched her eyes most of all, his regard penetrating her person as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her organic structure bowed upward, the twice penetration forcing an sexual climax from her young feminine core.

'' OHHH…god. You bastard. I'm…I 'm coming ! '' and Naya came hard on the rubberized, whirring dual putz. Damian watched with satisfaction, intention on his feminine striver. He leaned over, suckling on her nipples, and then withdrew, waiting for her cramp to taper off.

'' What is your dead body telling you, slave ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't take in effrontery. Do n't ask what you SHOULD palpate. distinguish me how you ACTUALLY palpate. Do you empathise ? ``

Naya licked her lips, the coming rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her pussy and anus seemingly with a 100 rubbings every second. `` Please, Master…stroke me. disturb me. ``

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her button, sending her judgment and dead body reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her erotic love groove and ass intensified, and her second orgasm tore through her with as a great deal potency as the first. The fagged girl lay on the bed for two More wheel of build-ups and orgasm before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her satiate feminine body.

The young brunet sighed and looked down at the two rubberise cocks, soaked in her succus.

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A womanhood who deserves pleasure. To ease up it and incur it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked body over hers, inserting his tool between her puss sass, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their bodies as one. Her quiet down oink belied the pauperism surging through her cunt. The joy of having his cock fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his backtalk, her tongue tussling with his as groan sang from her throat.

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

CHAPTER 8

Naya 's exhausted physical structure sagged with relief while Damian undo her alliance, helping her up from the bed.

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A gentleman does n't disclose his arcanum. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily concern in pharmaceuticals. Our prized drug is a harmless sleeping pill without position effects. I may or may not stimulate slipped one into your drink last Nox. It takes a few hours to take force, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my individual sign of the zodiac. We are off the coast of Mexico on one of my private islands. It 's a suitable place for privacy…and divagation, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of enigma tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a syndicate. Continuing the impromptu tour, he led the raw young woman through an entryway beside a sliding glass door and into a shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a large, ornate lucky nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a profuse falls of warm body of water onto his hair and face.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to join him. `` What 's ill-timed, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a wanderer creeping along the tile in the john just outside of the shower. Her eye followed its slow, painstaking movements. Damian moved to beat out it, but Naya found her hand reaching out to grab his articulatio radiocarpea.

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

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

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

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

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

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the shower swirled around her hair and shoulders, cascading down her back. The sluice piddle felt like a balm on her well-sexed soundbox. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the Saame sentence. Her body languish, but in a honorable way, and she 'd aim enough eternal sleep. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those speech, a sudden clink of handcuffs around each wrist left her firmly attached to the vertical pipe that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to move with the thanksgiving of a panther, effectively chaining her to the shower bath wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

The young brunette felt a bang of fear tingle against her scalp. She felt her legs go weak, and her torso felt overwhelmed with arousal. He was starting to tap into her phantasy 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 rain shower before cuffing her. Now she stood naked in the cascade, the hot water sluicing against her glistening chest, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic hair.

Well, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get comfortable, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her entire body, welcoming the caresses of the hot urine against her neck and scalp. But time ticked by. Moments and instant passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get fretful, Damian strode in carrying a duffle bag bag. He was still discase, his eubstance gleaming with the wetness of his quick rinse in the shower bath.

He turned off the shower first and then toweled off her gorgeous consistence. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breasts and genitalia. She did it to lure him, and it seemed to turn judging from the way his cock crack up, expectant and rigid.

With her soundbox dried, Damian stepped back.

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

She shook her foreland, but something nagged at her. The cuff were rubberized rather than metallic element, which struck her as a slight unusual. He put the duffel bag down and rummaged in it for a few seconds before drawing out two alligator clips attached to electrodes.

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

'' These cling to your sexy knocker, slave. I 'm going to give them an electric shock. Have you ever experienced the intense wizard of electricity though your more medium share, Naya ? There are few thing I can liken it to. ``

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

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her prison term, his feel clipped. `` And you must check that not all sound things come from joy. Some good things must be had through pain sensation. '' He donned some protective glove, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridges along its length. He carefully slipped the sheath over his prolonged humanness and gently approached her from behind. In one hired man he 'd pick up a little box with a telephone dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's nipples were connected to the battery-powered box.

'' Do you make out what this is, knuckle down ? ''

Naya shook her drumhead, but her eyes took on a pleading face. `` Please, Master. Do n't punish me. I 'll be good. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading Good Book. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex parkway into overload. She looked down at his thick, rigid cock enmeshed in the protective case, the tiny ridges covering every column inch of his shaft.

If he puts that thing inside me, I 'm going to feel it, Naya realized. Those bump and ridgepole would rub against her slit in a K tormenting ways.

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

There was a zing of nuisance now shooting through her nipple, but not the sort of pain that created a closure of sensation. Just the opposite. The tingling in her breast made the respite of her torso more cognisant. Her face, torso, legs, and even ft thrummed with compound predisposition.

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

'' Look at you, you sexy minuscule puss. I 'm going to shock those teat as I fuck you. This is your punishment. realise ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the scruff of her neck. His free hired man grazed against her clit, spurring novel need through her pubic region. `` If you do n't behave, maybe I 'll attach one of my clips to this disobedient little kitty-cat, '' he said menacingly even as his lips sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her face sideways to meet his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of arousal coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of fright. Now, as she looked into his eyes, no foresighted flinty and cold, she realized that despite the reality of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one more prison term to build sure she had n't been overwhelmed.

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

'' Did I say you could kiss me, little snatch ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her side forward, giving her a playful slap on each butt nerve. He lined up his sheathed humanness and gripped her around the waistline, forcing her cute tail backward and upward, exposing her pussy for maximal insight.

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathe turncock between her puss lip, rubbing back and Forth along the inside of her flaccid channel until groan escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the electroshock box sent tantalizing flare-up of push through her too-sensitive teat.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurts, captain, '' Naya moaned, but it was a groan which lacked the tone of pain in the ass. Instead it had the coloring of delight, of botheration bequeathing life history. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her manpower pressed against the shower wall roofing tile as the alligator clips continued to shoot electric stimuli into her supple cones.

'' UHHH…please Master. delight no more than ! '' Naya begged, but it was a curious type of plea lacking real desire. She wanted this incredible feeling igniting her meat, sending her body into a point of consciousness she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the phantasy, letting the journey guide her. The bare girl let out a wordless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her waist with one hand, the box in his early clenched fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced ecstasy as his shaft pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on flame, and the girl was a dripping mess, her loins screaming for release.

The unseasoned woman felt that throbbing cock slam into the wet folds of her sex. All sentiment of where she was became nonmeaningful, and she let the build-up of motive consume her. The elbow room was now filled with the gruntle slap of Damian 's testicles against her second joint and the continued moan ripped from her throat by the electroshock stimuli.

'' Your slit grips my cock well, slave. Do you feel the electroshock surging through those aphrodisiac tits ? Hmm ? say me what you feel, slave. I want every particular. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those dustup, his tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from backside.

The offspring brunet tried to form logical idea.

'' Do not be fatuous, slave. I do n't want a forgetful married person. I want a real charwoman - one who knows her fantasies, her abstruse closed book and desires, no matter how dark, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, little bitch, or it all stops NOW. ``

To Naya the going of that incredible aesthesis in her breasts, of that cock filling her cunt, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her rump backward, impaling her dampness heat energy on the sheathed humanity of her Master.

'' No…please master copy. I 'll differentiate you. I 'll recount you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from behind, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, passe-partout. It made me embark on to guess things, to project certain….scenarios… ''

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with heat. She leaned forward, making sure her pussy was at a double-dyed altitude for him to fuck.

'' Yes, lord. I…I love the grain of the condom on your turncock. Every clock time you go through me, it makes me feel so effective. Your strokes make me feel loved, master key. Each time you fuck me is like the perfect kiss. ``

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

'' No, Master ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't hold it, and I do n't get laid when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the voltage for just a here and now, sending her writhing as her nipples flared to spirit. The tingling champion lingered, making her breasts ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to make out her, punish her, his rooster filling her tight cunt as the electroshocks sent waving after wave of stimulation through her breasts and into her very marrow. She could n't remove it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a behemoth ? But how did awakening this dark fantasy within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her soulfulness, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the in style electroshock zapped her mammilla, and the phallus battering through her pussy sent her over the edge. The slender brunet clenched her pussy around Damian 's rooster, flooding it with her embarrassing nectar and odor. It took what seemed infinity before her agonized, happily sated body could at terminal inclination against the shower pipe.

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

The young char sank to the floor, her ramification pass around wide. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her legs, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual kiss, his hands cupping her beautiful face.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired smile. `` lord, this slave considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another flaccid and sensual connection of lips. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the sense of taste of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hand.

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

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

Damian 's cock twitched toward re-formation, and Naya let out a shocked petty gasp.

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The grand tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calf were burning. It had been a unspoilt physical exertion, though, and she had seen sufficiency opulence to fill several HGTV sequence. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an entire island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a mesa by the syndicate, playing chess with Damian, a soft breeze ruffled her long, silky hair.

Damian frowned at the chess gameboard, not liking his options.

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

Naya smiled, swooping in with her horse. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's black horse now threatened to pounce on tweed 's queen.

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

Damian 's response surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the cheat board to give her a sweet, simple kiss. His stiff taste lingered on her lingua. She did n't want it to go away.

'' You 're clever, slave. I 'll induce to keep my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive feel, waited for him to construct his side by side motility, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a fork tactics that cost him his nance before putting him in checkmate.

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

Naya felt that ache in her pump return. Did she bed this man ? She had to ask herself that question more forcefully now. He caught the distant look 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 treetops. `` I was thinking that I trust you, Master. That I would trust you with almost anything. ``

'' Body and individual ? '' 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 feel today. Or last Nox. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his bridge player gently around her articulatio radiocarpea. `` Tell me one Thomas More illusion, Naya. One Thomas More, to seal this bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my lonesome fellow, my slave who I would cherish above all else. ``

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

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those copulate words out took courage. It 's wrong, Naya. wrongfulness. Yet…yet it was there. A illusion from her teenage eld when she 'd first stumbled onto the tabu of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to female child, to charwoman. Not from a purely physical standpoint.

But she did find the feminine physical structure beautiful. Naya had imagined site of mastery - intense illusion where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in much the Saame ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her admittedly lovemaking. The dark Prince Charming. Her deepest fantasy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both hands on Naya 's slight shoulders, and then gently caressed the girl 's coat of arms as he looked her in the heart, refusing to let her glance away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something disgraceful for you to hold secret. Tell me, my lovely slave. Tell me and I can make it rattling. ``

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

The vernal woman threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupe. This was a bad idea, Naya. He 'll never bang you once you tell him the the true. But in no sentence at all his silhouette blocked the candid doorway. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his calloused paw stroking her hairsbreadth. And it felt good. So good.

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

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

Those tidings finally gave her the strength. She slowly revealed to him the most appall enigma, the most shocking revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a grinning. He did n't falter for a 2d from the concerned, unfluctuating expression that told her how he cared. He promised to drape her illusion in shape and progress to it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the legal community of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her pharynx etched with silver markings. Two thongs of forget me drug bound her wrist joint to the principal of the cold, stainless steel body tray on which she 's been rout. Her branch were exempt, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to last out completely still.

'' That 's veracious, bitch. Don't motility. We 've captured you. My husband and I, we like to catch short trollop like you who wander too far from home. Your OURS, slave. We own your fiddling puss. I 'm going to initiate you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and salutary ally. Sabrina Thompson was a sexy redhead with delightful curved shape, wide breasts, and a deceptively angelic, Whitney Young face. She had originally applied to be a flight attendant on Damian 's buck private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more crucial talent. Her ability to massage away pain, to bring around people 's tone, had made Damian eventually decide to hire her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

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

The gorgeous unseasoned brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a rubber cock in her oral fissure, its point facing upward. The long, pink shaft had wickedly abrasive rows of jut to raise feminine pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female, and the thought process sent her pussy into a dripping-wet state of arousal.

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

'' Come here, hubby. thrash this trollop 's slit. seem how wet she is ! give the little bitch a thorough cunt-sucking to celebrate her unhinge. I 'm going to mount the slut 's aspect and fuck her until she begs for mercifulness. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with penury. Naya groaned with the rubber turncock fastened inside her back talk. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel organic structure tray, lowering her slit slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the foresightful, thick shaft. Sabrina began a steady rhythm, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's cheek. The young womanhood moaned, her dusky-skinned bareness writhing beneath the sick dominatrix as Damian knelt between her legs, his lingua flicking in earnest at Naya 's Danton True Young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her hips twitching as Damian lapped at her pussy. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her heat down on the long rubber phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that pussy in her facial expression. The theme of licking it gave her no pleasure in itself. But the idea of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's pussy crashing down on that foresighted, sexy artificial stopcock - that made Naya 's nipples harden. It made her groan and her cunt gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded boldness sheaf until Naya could only moan and cream underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunette 's young mammilla.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

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

'' Not so fast, piddling cunt. married man, give this horny crab a tasting of your tool. Stuff her pussy full phase of the moon, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the prediction of what was to come next was like liquid flame coursing through her nervure, cunt and button. This is torture, she thought. howling torture. Her body hummed with desire, unbearable rousing. 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 blade body tray. The cold sword had felt cold against her skin at low gear, but with the constant friction and the body rut of the male and female partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma sleeping accommodation. Her slender nakedness was sheened with travail, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the peter fastened inside Naya 's young mouth. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the al-Qaeda of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to disclose her moist dearest channel. He inserted his manhood and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her easy sex.

The college bookman imagined Damian leaning into her, his cock plowing deeply into her puss with his gaze fastened on the joining of their bodies. Naya imagined what it might look like to Damian, her knocker bouncing with the personnel of Sabrina 's plunge down the contrived putz fastened to Naya 's facial expression. The brunet envisioned all of it, letting the fancy reach fruition in her judgment. She imagined herself - this helpless female captive taken by a brutal married woman and husband…

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

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

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

Naya felt Damian 's cock embedded between the sealskin of her pussy sassing and she moaned. `` I…I beloved being dominated like this, schoolmistress. I love your cock inside me at the Same prison term master key. ``

'' Why, buckle down ? Tell us why or we occlusion here, and the delight ends, '' Damian said.

At last the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as thumb saddlery, her pussy slick with its own juices. `` Because…to have two multitude making me the essence of all aid, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that mastery over me, to me THAT is bang, master copy. I feel love when your cock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the dick in my backtalk, making me finger like I 'm in the midsection of a violent storm of…of vigor, giving pleasure as a good deal as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't know what to bid it. Please, headmaster. Please, Mistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning look, making sure that he was still game to continue. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in speedy succession, her juices coating the rubberized shaft. At stopping point, with her mamilla beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the artificial rooster, 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 passing. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the India rubber prick from the missy 's mouth. Sabrina took a step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute backside to the edge of the dead body tray, spreading her hips panoptic as he penetrated her with animalistic zeal. His phallus pounded her, hard and fast, and Naya looked down at the dick stabbing into the folds of her sex, arousal jumping through her loins. Her nipples were hard as tiny diamond, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the to the lowest degree. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more elbow room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunt reached an apex, his cock slamming between her legs until he tensed, their bodies joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's head bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid warmth of him swim through her CORE. Slowly, shivering in the backwash of her sexual climax, Naya blinked back to a colour of normalcy.

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

'' Mmm. I love how these young tits taste, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downwardly, his glossa laving at her slickened passion channel. 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 execute her fantasy, no matter how dark and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with cutter passion. Asking goose egg in payoff. His glossa gently stroked her core, bringing her one last stab of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

'' well, Naya ? testament you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my match, my striver. I will carry out whatever phantasy you desire and protect you. My heart is yours to be crushed or to be made whole by you alone. One interrogative now. Do you accept ? ``

Naya 's pretty typeface relaxed and she took a long here and now to retrieve. But there was nothing to decide. She did n't want to go back to a reality grey and colorless. A worldly concern without the vivid feelings she 'd just experience. She nodded and pressed her brim to his. Her hand gripped his panoptic articulatio humeri as he crushed her breasts against his chest, his arms encircling her and holding her tight.

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

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

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

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

Naya gave him a shy grin. `` Yes, professional. I will go out the mankind behind to be with you. ``

'' No, Naya. You leave the world behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouthpiece as their sass joined once more, sealing a bond between Master and slave never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

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

But what could Naya say ? She did n't get laid what to tell her booster. The one feeling of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her friend behind. Severing that one relationship that had meant the earthly concern 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 voice mail message. The hurt and scorn in his voice had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would take her parents prison term to come to handgrip with the genuine Naya.

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

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

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

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

Her practical, respectable, churchgoing champion would never, NEVER agree to live on an island with them in a surreal, sexually open universe where illusion came true. It just did n't sound potential. 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 take a crap Rebecca an offering she could n't refuse. They entered through the emergency entrance at the back of the construction. Someone had illegally propped open the door. They rushed up three flights of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a dark vest and jean, looking like a bouncer in a nightclub. Naya wore a short lavender annulus and army tank top, a crimson 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 on-key love who finally understood him.

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

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his hand. The athletic, wiry football game actor had a mop of blond hair on his handsome face. His blue eyes were deadly sober at the moment, but normally they crinkled with schoolboyish spell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' You want to severalise me your plan yet ? Or do I just get to be voice of the surprise ? '' Naya gave her master key a signal look, but Damian was n't ruffled so easily.

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

Naya crossed her arms, her facial expression threatening storm clouds. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those time. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebecca might say when she learned the accuracy, lost in thought with the night going by in a blur and headlights from early railcar streaking like Angel Falls past her window.

Finally they reached their goal, a hall with tall alabaster editorial fronting the attribute. The estate was on a hill, surrounded by wrought iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this position. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three children were currently in abidance. Book of Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't know was that Damian had all his passcodes and security department codes.

Damian was about to claim a huge gamble, but then again, billionaires could give to be bad. Damian grinned and Naya gave him an odd look.

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

They parked the Viper, entered through the front door, and Damian re-engaged the security department system behind them. He led Naya through a labyrinth of different hall and room until they came out onto an receptive patio with a enceinte, wide hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't fishy. Why did you take us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunette looked thin-skinned, pointing her digit angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her sleep clothes. Somehow she managed to look sexy though, the dot of her tit poking through her sleep shirt.

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

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her friend, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebekah knew what was happening. The curly-haired girl almost broke into weeping for a arcsecond, squeezing Naya right-hand back.

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your service. '' Damian extended his handwriting with a winning smile on his facial expression.

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

'' Pleased to fulfil you I guess. '' But her look said the contrary. Damian was the man who had taken her best friend away from her. Rebecca did n't be intimate that she agreed with the liberated modus vivendi Damian seemed to advocate. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the past several months, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

Rebekah turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to fan out her blazon blanket and say, `` reckon, Rebekah, please do n't hate me. But I want to distinguish 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 induce it too. That 's why we 're all here. To micturate you an offer. ``

Rebecca gaped, first at her fellow, then at her best friend.

Jake nodded. `` Yeah, baby. I agree with her. I see what you 're becoming. I know you think you want this grade so badly, but you 're neglecting former percentage of your biography. Our family relationship. I think this is the sound thing for both of us. ``

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

'' For you to be what you truly are, Rebekah, '' Damian said simply. `` A slave. '' Rebekah stared open-mouthed as Damian told her what that meant, the very construct of it. The philosophy behind it. Damian made a passionate argument that in striving for one matter above all else, she 'd sacrificed herself as a intimate being, as a person.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollar bill so that she could find the courage to allow her old life and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar luck. Leave now, with your fellow Jake. Come live on the island with us. I own a modest private island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual fantasy that are the heart of who you really are. Discover a different kind of life with different priorities. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a commodity matter for us, Becky. The best of things. With the money you can go back to school any time and finish your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to change our surroundings, take caudex 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 little Earth, internships, category, job applications across the nation. THIS, though, would give us a chance to discover who we are first, to develop our relationship before going out into the humans. Damian is offering us a prospect at sanctuary if we 're willing to be at peace with some of our deepest, maybe even darkest 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 cleaning woman looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her angriness in stoppage. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly pass through her nous. She let out an exhausted sigh.

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

Naya gave her substantially friend a nod and took both of her workforce in hers. `` Yes, Becky. Damian loves me, and I know Jake erotic love you. This is n't something insane or humiliating. It 's what the secret face of you probably craves, whether you want to let in it or not. amount with us. Go with me on this crazy adventure, and I promise you wo n't be disappointed. ``

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

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

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

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

'' The people who own this mansion are asleep in their chamber upstairs. They might wake at any instant. They might add up down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house certificate, which means that you have two pick : either leave, set off the alarm, and explain to the homeowners and police what just happened to you…getting your best booster and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make erotic love to Jake right here, right now. live up to your fantasy. Obey Jake 's bidding. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

The sexy college student looked at her young man, chewing on her undersurface lip.

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

Naya came over, gently interlocking her helping hand 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 exemption. We love you, Becky. Why are you afraid ? What 's so scary about your best friend being here with you, helping you create a illusion so that you can make fuck to your boyfriend ? Everyone here cares about you. When I told Damian how lots I missed you, he set this solid affair up so that maybe I could get you back. ``

There was a sudden clunk, as of footstep. Perhaps someone upstairs using the bathroom. The floor creaked operating expense.

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

Naya watched, stimulation seething in her stemma. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's face flush with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best admirer, slipping the shirt over Beckys drumhead. Bra-less, Becky 's nipple glistened in the moonlight as the cloud receded. Her bosom were shining, consummate cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a hand under the cincture of her bloomers, stroking her young clit.

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

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

'' Say something, baby. Tell me how lots you want me, '' Jake whispered, his spare hand gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to knead her naked back.

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

'' You can ! '' Jake growled. `` Shut up and withdraw your pants off ! '' he said, bid now cresting in the tone of his vocalism.

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and socks, standing naked in her birthday suit. Little trickling bar of twat juice glistened on the insides of her thighs where Jake 's fingers had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully raw, her creamy knocker and open up sex inviting spicy phantasy of control and desire.

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

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

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebekah 's. Each time Jake mentioned the expectation of someone discovering them, her eyes seemed to gleam and Becky 's nipples had hardened like thumb saddlery. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling waters of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's ramification.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebecca took Jake 's shaft in her graceful fingers, 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-headed skin senses until her spit swirled around the tip of his tool.

Jake groaned, his body going rigid with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his cock, hungrily gathering up the sense experience. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her back talk, slowly pumping her face down and then up, down and then up. The young man 's head went back, oculus closing in a excited rapture as Becky slurped up and down his tidal bore prick.

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

The offspring man tried to smother his moan, grunting as he thrust his pelvis upward to impale Becky 's vernal mouth. The curly brunet gurgled as she took his shaft deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her mouth for various hanker seconds. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening hammer, her lips dripping with strands of cum.

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

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

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

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his shaft between her cunning lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until spill seemed imminent. Jake clenched two hands in her hair, moving his hands up and down to help fuck her nerve with more potent dip.

At cobbler's last Becky came up off of that prick one Thomas More time, her Kuki suspension with long watercourse of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. passkey has plenty of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His cock, thick and ready, saluted Becky 's pale nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my precious short slut ? The possessor of this sign might total any moment. Hurry up and sleep with me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her puss above his bellying cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining Phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to lay down the calendar method of birth control, her snatch engulfing his shaft until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering need in her pubes, her snatch wet now, as her outdo friend began to depend on Jake 's prick.

'' Uhh…you bastard. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his private parts upward to meet her downwards screw, joining their bodies until to a greater extent pre-cum leaked between the seal of her cunt lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was ready to explode.

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

He approached her now, his severe grin making her stage go weak as he reached underneath her skirt, fondling her horny button. Naya was n't wearing panties.

'' Well, break one's back ? Feeling a bit left out, are we ? '' he said huskily. Naya nodded, moaning as Damian plunged two fingerbreadth into her soft sex, finger-fucking her firm and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her sexy ass grinding on Jake 's dick as the young man moaned with conviction.

'' Yes, babe. Impale that hot pussycat on my dick. YES. Faster, you fiddling jade. Harder, '' Jake growled, his hands reaching out to pinch Becky 's pink mammilla, wresting a groan from her beautiful lips.

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark naked, every beautiful womanly curve revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather leash around her cervix and then handcuff her hands behind her rear. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his helping hand gripping her shoulder firmly as he swiftly entered her warm twat from behind, plunging into the softness of her sex with an audible slap, his sac smacking against the binding of her thigh with each pulverizing shag.

The dark-haired girl moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his turncock ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety cocktail dress. Naya had to swear on Damian 's hands to hold her shoulder and keep her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had complete king over her. All Naya could do was push her pelvic arch back to suffer his thrusts, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever profoundly.

'' Yes, little cunt. relocation those hips. I 'm going to get it on your wit out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their bodies joining creating a staccato calendar method of birth control which added to the chorus line of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so hard. The arousing sight must have sent the curly brunette over the boundary. Becky bit her lip, letting out an rapt plaint as her pussy gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's soused depth. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her Down for a ferocious kiss as his own orgasm poured through him, his seed surging into her ardent insides.

The door to the patio swung wide open and a middle-aged man with piercing gamey eyes and gray hair outburst into the room. He was wearing only a night robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

Naya turned, her impertinence blushing as Damian continued to have a go at it her punishing, as if nothing were amiss. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Daniel, why hello. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The proprietor of the house looked at the scene in front of him. A brunette with a leather collar around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's stopcock plowing her from hindquarters. A curly-haired brunet sitting on a young 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 young man put his hands on her shoulders.

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

'' I…oh god…this is so eldritch, '' Becky said with a sigh as arousal began to make a tentative riposte, re-moistening her slit. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her lover 's cock even as it started to show signs of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's wrong with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could separate by the foreplay in Becky 's heart that she longed to put Jake 's putz right back inside her tight, wet cunt where it belonged.

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

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

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

'' Yes, Master. Fuck my pussy. Fuck this slave 's mental capacity out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their middle met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still love me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the best friend you 've always been able-bodied to intrust ?'Those were the thoughts Naya almost wanted to ask, if the mavin Damian 's cock was assaulting her slit with had n't derailed any attempt to speak in coherent sentence.

The unsufferable had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to work out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her tit, combined with the envelopment of arousal and sheer intimate joy. The slave threw her hip back, her cute rear end slamming to foregather Damian 's plunging rooster as the import of bam came. His hands tightened on Naya 's shoulders, spirt after spirt of cum emptying into her uterus. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her Master for emptying his seed, her physical structure sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heat consume her.

EPILOGUE

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interesting dichotomy of the existence as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her booster had learned to harness her sexual fantasies and use them as creative fuel to make sprightliness 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 inner self - the sexual beings inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the Earth in its peachy lambency, Naya found herself straddling a wooden cavalry, a giant garden pink dildo whirring away in her slit. Her ankles were tied to either side of the horse, and her wrists were bound behind her dorsum. She moaned with a Ball gag in her lip as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the wall of her sex with 100 of tiny blackguard protrusions along the integral length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her boob and tweaking her nipples with his deceptively mild touch. `` Well, slave ? How does it experience, that Brobdingnagian, concentrated synthetic rubber cock thrust up your tight, wet puss. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a gaga mare, her blanch nakedness straddling Jake 's cock. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his ankles lashed to the floor. His rooster had a cock-ring at the Base, restricting the flow of blood, letting just enough stemma rush to the tip of his cock to stay hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his tool with randy wantonness, her aphrodisiacal ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. screw me. You call this fucking ? '' she sang, her pussy slurping up and down his cock, her cunt sassing forming a tight seal along his ray of light. `` I want to feel your cock-head in my womb, beshrew it. screwing me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless putz. ''

Becky 's lyric was harsh, but it was all just part of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was uncoerced to flirt this role, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to toy the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake take that office. Neither was right or wrong. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual intimacies and curiosity in countless forms.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimulus assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her clitoris. His other hand cupped her sensible breasts until she had no choice but to gush hard on that rubber stopcock, coating it with her juice and aroma.

Her prolonged groan finally ended, but the input never let up. Naya 's puss, over-sensitive from the recent orgasm, now felt every vibrating sense datum from the embedded stopcock with triplet intensity as it impaled her slick magazine sex.

All the patch Becky 's snatch tormented the cock of the man who loved her enough to be her hard worker. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a mucky osculation on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, sister. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's mad cry sang with sexual release, her purulent coating Jake 's putz with its sweet feminine nectar.

superior and slave, man and fair sex. This was a world where bounds could be thrown aside, and hidden fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to razz Jake 's straining shaft, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. 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 gossip to let me know what you thought ! This account resonates with affair that happened to me living in a sexually repressed gild. Remember, always keep abreast your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty