CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing grimace of her roomy. It had n't been the first prison term she 'd seen Rebecca give way her that flavour. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as secret as his picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her look misanthropical, the eyes hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too practically. He was at to the lowest degree a decade her fourth-year, but his lean face had somehow retained the charm of a much unseasoned man. Damian 's eyes were smoky grey. His figure was compact, and even under the sinister purple attire shirt, muscles rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female person. adventuresome, undefended to possibilities, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire enterpriser. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an eve and, if you play your cards right, Damian might just keep you for a while. oblation : $ 2 million the kickoff night. Mary Leontyne Price conveyable after that. Do you defy ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might have called her petite from a length, but she had noticeable curves and a body that screamed feminine stunner. She glanced in the mirror one final time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black apparel. It matched the glistening, charcoal-black hair that hung in wavy lushness a good few inches past her berm. Lithe and acrobatic, Naya had been a romp for the lead team at Triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a softer rendering of Naya. Rebecca 's suddenly, curly hair and wicked oculus were always looking for the next prank to playact. But now they were unusually grave, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that unconscionable 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 pregnant. But a lot of former things could befall. It was n't exactly safe.

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

Naya wanted to tell her the truth. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dream, not hers. Now that she was so finish to achieving it, she did n't experience elated or even encouraged…she felt empty-bellied. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her feel alive. She did n't need to think about the hereafter, at least not for the meter being. Running across the online ad in an unnoticeable forum had seemed like a cosmic foretoken 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 animation, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

The evening began as Naya had hoped. Just on time, 8PM, and the lunar month already hanging in the sky like a giant pale Frisbee, the sleek, grim limousine pulled up to the curb near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curb with her, wearing a much to a lesser extent dressy jeans and a armoured combat vehicle top. She gave her acquaintance 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. Understand ? '' Naya looked into her friend 's concerned eye, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roomie. This was her dear booster, and she was touched how worried Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupid. I promise to be careful. Love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing Night without me. Call that boyfriend you 've been pining for the last few days, '' she said with a grinning, dodging out of the way as Rebekah tried to give her a poke in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed number one wood opened the door for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebekah could look for advance retribution. She waved at her booster as the device driver got back in, started up the engine, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pivot and needles. A light up rainwater began to hang, making the mineral pitch and buildings glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of conjuration. Wow, what a corny thought process. Do n't let your jitter make you say something pudden-head tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dreaming she 'd harbored for a magical evening tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her proficient ? Would her ripe be even close to good enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to facilitate the tautness by making small talk of the town.

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

Naya frowned. The first-class honours degree tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a remarkable rendition of Rebecca 's voice. As the second ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiousness morphed into something else. It took on undertones of outright fear. Nearly 45 minutes passed before Naya was ready to bang on the partition and demand that 'Pierre'stop the vehicle and distinguish her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding out-of-doors, and the limo eased out of the rainfall, pulling to a stopover in a encompassing warehouse story flooded with Light Within.

The door opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the duration of the trip-up, my lady. captain 's orders were to not speak to you until we arrived. '' The sudden warmth in the man 's eye did a lot to resettle Naya 's nerves, but not completely. She slowly stepped out, turned around, and gasped at what she saw.

There were course of beautiful young cleaning woman. Many of them wore skimpy dresses, others wore firearm of greater elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the grandiloquence of the nightie and ponderousness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look more mature than their years.

Naya quietly let Pierre conduct her over to get together the rail line of expectant little girl. She stood beside a blonde girl in a brilliant red attire which had a individual strap that wound behind and looped around the cervix, revealing two creamy berm and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't know this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's other side was wearing a glittery green tank top and Shirley Temple slacks embroidered with rows of smart beadwork. She turned with a decisive tone in her emerald center. `` A filth is still a skank, no matter how finely the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged constituent on an assembly line. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the char 's rudeness.

'' Do n't worry about her, beloved. You know what they say about redheads…and this one 's got the personality of a bull dog…which I 'm sure as shooting Mr. Cruceaux will find sooo attractive, '' The blond char in the red apparel interjected, taking Naya by the wrist and turning her in the other direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't fuck quite how to react to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blonde woman 's font. Her pretty blue eyes were wide and innocent now, but moments before they 'd been feisty and sharp.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to fill you, Claire. That frock looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own cleavage. Below the trimming of the wearing apparel a thread of flush flared across her torso, just highlighting her well-endowed chest that much Thomas More. Claire gave Naya a rueful smile.

'' Yeah, I know it IS a slight over the top. Even though I do n't fit the dumb blond stereotype, sometimes I like to play appearing and see how a good deal people assume. You can learn a lot about masses by what they do or do n't ASSUME, '' she finished with a smiling.

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her graceful finger along the silk trim of her gorgeous black garb. `` Damn, char. This hugs your figure like the surgical gown of a goddess. I 'm actually overjealous. I may get item for brashness, but you 've got a lot more taste sensation, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this palpable, quick joining, and gave her hand a power play. `` Do you know what 's going to fall out next ? '' Naya asked `` Have you ever done something like this before ? ``

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

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

A shiver ran up Naya 's spur. She remembered that the online ad had n't said anything about there just being ONE chosen girl. What if Damian Cruceaux liked to feature more than one adult female in his bed ? What if this cryptical 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 effrontery about what was going on tonight. What if it blows up in my human face ? Naya thought process. She squeezed Claire 's manus impulsively. `` We look aphrodisiac as hell, right ? ``

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

The two stood hand in script, talking to one another, trying to retain each other 's spirits up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the unusual competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 Edward Young woman in the warehouse. The ceaseless pattering on the alloy roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the Loretta Young women impatiently waiting. When a blackamoor limo zoomed through the bay door, screeching to a halt, waft fluttering with the incarnate logo of Cruceaux industriousness unmistakable, the whole piazza fell soundless except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed valet who had to be - without any question - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its bright silver gray undershirt contrasting sharply against his two assistants'plain stitch Theodore Harold White ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the line of young cleaning woman as if he had a right to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gowns, his eyes seemed much less concerned about the forcible endowments of the womanhood he surveyed than about former qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's pace, he noticed that the man seemed to gloss over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the eyes of each lady friend he passed. He seemed to measure her whole 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 chimneysweeper was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiousness wrenched at her heart. She realized her Brobdingnagian blunder, her consistence tensing in care.

Claire had to want to expect her sexy comfortably in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a girl she 'd barely met squeezing her paw tightly like a panicked little sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too tardy to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to survey them, and his eyes had already taken keen note of their joined hands.

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

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde char first, and then his piercing gaze set its heap on Naya. He seemed to hang around on her glossy, midnight hair and the benighted chocolate pools of her centre. His center gently caressed the slimness of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for good amount. He settled on her aspect, and Naya tried to fill his gaze. After a few s, she couldn't.

Her heart began to sink as he began to turn away. But instead these countersign came out of Damian 's back talk as he spoke to his two supporter.

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

Naya exchanged a quick glance with Claire, saw the victory in her new supporter 's optic. They had done it. They had passed the first test. Claire leaned over, risking a whispering 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 less harsh and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the manufacturing plant base just minute earlier. The five o'clock shadow on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous look, complimented well by ash-gray eyes that missed nothing.

'' I do n't guess I caught your name calling, '' he said mildly as the bay doors slid open and the limousine lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

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

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

'' Do you say that to all your beautiful mistresses ? '' Naya continued boldly. Claire gave her a squinty look filled with warning.

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

The rest period of the drive went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a little dubiousness here and there. Many of the charwoman 's own doubtfulness were answered obliquely, with a deft accomplishment at revealing only what he desired. Naya marveled at how he deflected even the most harmless questions - about his business, his travels, his by careers.

At last, with the flatus picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windshield glass, the limo pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian restaurant. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the table behind the glass windows revealed profuse tablecloths and crystal ware which would 've looked suitable in virtually multimillion dollar mansions.

It was Pierre who opened the door, but Naya flushed when Damian took her mitt, guiding her out onto the sidewalk as capital of South Dakota snapped afford his umbrella. When Claire moved to keep abreast, Pierre softly put up his hired man.

'' Forgive me, my Lady. You have other plans for the dark. I see the disappointment on your face, but do not guess the even until it 's over. I would not experience brought you this far only to abandon you. '' The Brobdingnagian, muscle-bound Negro man sounded almost gallant, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent rakehell rushing to her buttock. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's kernel was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so ladies who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her hands on either side of her, a streak of self-conscious awareness surfacing with a retribution. She was aware of the ruby pendant at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering black-market in the frock. She had been going for a decadent feel, and judging from the way Damian 's optic clung to her figure and rested on her expression, she had succeeded.

'' You are a mesmerizing woman, Naya. Now that we 've passed through some of the pleasantries and get down to have a go at it each other a little, my hope is that this dinner can be somewhat more…intimate. Do you know why you 're here ? ``

To share a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a nighttime of passion and excess without regret ? That might sustain been the neural impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first berth, but it did n't vocalize so impressive now. In fact, it made her appear downright shallow. She gripped the table bound, almost ashamed that she had no target solvent.

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

'' What ? '' She was taken off guard. His eye seemed to sparkle, as if he enjoyed this a slight, but his look 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 untried woman looking for something more out of life-time. Sir Thomas More than what society says you can be. Tell me I 'm legal injury. ``

Naya let the silence engulf the mesa between them before she could gather her boldness. 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 interpreter.

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

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE rectify, '' she replied, finally meeting his regard. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my dreams for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to believe, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a Dark Prince Charming. In a few months I 'll feature my applied science degree. Probably a few months after that I 'll have financial independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels empty to me. I see my friends become absorbed in their own little earthly concern, obsessing on careers and leaving everyone else behind. That 's not what I want to be. That 's not who I am. ``

'' And then why me, Naya ? Why take the over-the-top danger of acceding to my whims and spending the night with a man you do n't even lie with ? ``

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

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

'' And ? So far, have you come to any determination ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to turn over and gently rub his in good order hand over her left. She felt the immediate surge of heat from his decoration, and it made her arm tingle.

'' Too early to tell, '' she whispered. `` But order me this, '' she said, trying to convalesce. `` Why did you bring Claire ? Why enhance her Hope up only to cruelly leave her and then take me ? I do n't get it on if I can esteem a man who does something like that. ``

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

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

Damian laughed. `` You 're just full-of-the-moon of surprises, are n't you ? I prefer a touchy submissive. It 's better this way. ``

His demeanour turned dangerous, though, even as that last sentence brought up alarming query in Naya 's idea.

'' The Truth is a lot more everyday than you would conceive, 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 come up the right fair sex. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's right, Naya - I was playing matcher this eve. capital of South Dakota trusted me to choose. I 'm a salutary judge of chemistry. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an intimate dinner not unlike this one. ``

The vernal char 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 bewilder look. `` Is that really so surprise ? ``

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the pleasant-tasting finish dance on her palate for a few minute before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girl for getting certain thought after you 've put her in a lineup with 100 early sexed-up women ? ``

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

Naya shook her head and withdrew her hand. That damnably gratifying feeling of his hand rubbing her arm was making it difficult to consider straight.

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

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

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

The brunet 's chocolate-hued center widened in pretend cushion. `` Those are DEFINITELY not the password I expected to come out of the oral fissure of Damian Cruceaux. ''

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

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

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

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

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

'' I find the password 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to prepare you my mate, my submissive. I will be your passe-partout, and you will be my slave. ``

This terminology drew unadulterated strain in Naya 's thinker and sum - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dour fantasies. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a sea rover king, sometimes by a beast churl, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these illusion would probably seem silly to her friend, and many people would be horrified. But there were really to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the passion rushed to her buttock. She realized that both of his hands had invaded her English of the tabular array, gently grasping her articulatio radiocarpea.

'' How does this tone, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's external respiration had quickened. She was sure he could see the rapid boost and fall of her breasts under the skintight fabric. The sweat along her brow had to be noticeable too. Her cleavage felt slick with sweat, and she wanted to curse her nerves for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's optic gleamed with victory. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare char, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to know exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the norm of society. club is superficial and moribund. I want you to feel alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - lodge 's beliefs be damned. Men and womanhood think differently. We ARE different. company forgets that. You, the female person, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do things you may not want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and cherish you, but I will also make you MINE. I will push you to the limit, I will take exception you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His paw still gently clasped her wrists. Even that naturalize spirit level of his control over her sent her split second racing. She found her mouthpiece turning dry.

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

Naya abruptly withdrew her hands, breaking his grip. She flashed him a arch grinning. `` And just what are the dominion, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, gallant billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my case, category to attend. Preferably ON time. ''

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

Naya took a gulp of her wine, swirling the beautiful red liquid in the fine watch glass trash, 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 domesticize me ? What then ? ``

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

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

But the billionaire returned her noetic argument with a carefully expressionless facial expression. `` You tell me, missy. You are the one who said you were interested in something Thomas More than a one-night stand. That is what I now offer. So…what do you decide, Naya ? What would my cute and aphrodisiac girl choose ? ``

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

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

CHAPTER 4

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

For a while traffic seemed to slacken everything to a creeping, but the aggressive number one wood eventually got them to the main road, and soon they were leaving the city behind altogether.

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

She noticed that Claire and capital of South Dakota were holding helping hand. Claire 's fount was almost glowing, as if she was amped up on upper.

'' A small individual drome I use every now and then. It 's a bit of a drive. We 've got some time, '' Damian said mildly.

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

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

'' Strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

'' cartoon strip. dress off. Every whit. Now, Naya. I 'm not asking. ``

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

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

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

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

Claire went very still. Her heart flashed to match his. For a secondly she did n't locomote, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blond slowly unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipped disembarrass of the soft satin, and shimmied free of the rest of it. She was now in only a bright crimson bra and panty. following she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her toothsome hips, sliding them gracefully off of her ankles. The bounder came off then, and there was null but birthday suit. Just feminine beauty, naked and unvarnished.

The naked blond sat beside Pierre, her supple breasts displayed for the former three people in the limousine to admire. The thatch of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to foretell a public of delights.

'' afford your thigh a short wider, beloved. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, open and exposed. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or curve sexual rousing, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a tone of victory, like a someone does when they 've just conquered a concern, and it gave Naya an unbelievable rush.

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

There was n't anything to be ashamed of, was there ? Why should she be so reluctant to record her beaut to this man who promised she could be his ? Why should she care that he wanted her looker to be seen by others ? She finally quieted all the grapple, guilt-infested warnings in her judgement and tried to charter the final examination dip. She reached backward, touching her bra strap. Her finger's breadth froze.

'' Does it serve, Naya ? Seeing your fellow slave naked before you ? Does it establish you courage ? When you answer me, call me captain. 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 feelings of mercifulness. But you must show me you are trying. Are you giving this your topper exertion, Naya ? ``

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

'' Society 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 judgment. Now do what I say. conduct off what remains of your clothing. I would see the real you - a naked, pristine Naya, a slave of unrivaled dish. ``

As he said the words, though, Damian gently did the work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to let out her supple cones. He then slowly slid her panty down her legs, all the way to her ankles, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the recess, 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 exposed pussy backtalk. She felt a thrill of danger, of rousing, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each former 's bodies. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the former. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned skin was a shade darker than the soupiness of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly larger, the nipples expectant and more pronounced. Naya 's quiet belly with its belly-button halo added an exotic temptingness beneath her well-formed breasts, and the muscular tonus in her arm and leg was unmistakable.

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

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

'' They are both keen, master key. I can definitely call a coon a spade, '' Pierre said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm stretch around her shoulders in a similar possessive attitude. He went a step further, though, claiming her mouth with a legal tender kiss. Claire moaned, her teat beading too, and her bleakness trembled as his sassing worked hers, her glossa responding. At shoemaker's last they came away from each other, lips parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, knuckle down ? Put your mouth on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's center widened, but she unstrapped the black man 's leather belt ammunition, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his falloff. Her graceful hands moved to slue down his knickers and undergarments, letting a thick, long cock bounce 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 report what you feel. ``

Naya 's sass had gone dry, dry as a desert, but she tried. She watched as Claire slowly began licking the underside of Pierre 's bleak putz, starting at the bag, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blond then swirled her glossa against the tip, ripping a slow moan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his cock, Master. She 's taking him in her sassing, '' Naya whispered. Her kitty-cat felt fondness. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat energy despite the air-conditioning in the limousine. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouth back and Forth River along Pierre 's manhood. There was a gentle, suckling rhythm, its sound soon unmistakable in the desktop. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's gilded hair into two clenched clenched fist, groaning more deeply as she went to make on him. Her case bobbed up and down, his tool encased between her mouth.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my cock fills your oral fissure, '' capital of South Dakota ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his ray of light, her clapper caressing the length of his rooster. She pumped her look back and forth, the suckling sounds intensifying until Pierre grasped her head and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the girl bottomed out on his pubic pilus, her nose practically touching his fork.

After various seconds, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with twine of pre-cum drifting from her mouth. She wiped them with her wrist and then began to solve the sides of his rotating shaft, her hands tenderly pumping his humanity even as her knife laved his cock-head as if it were a delicacy.

Naya sat there in disbelief, her loins 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 Loretta Young woman felt the appalling ghost of two digit gently rubbing against her exposed button. Damian 's fingers. The man was legal tender but firm - and what began as entitle rubs soon became unwavering strokes, stoking a fiery motive that coursed through the brunette 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her white meat heaved as he tormented her with the scrumptious attack of feeling. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her soft channel. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that prospicient, black cock. She watched as the cute blond impaled her rima oris on the shaft again, this sentence bottoming out on the iniquity slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, sassy fibril of gooey cum drifting from her lip. These she gathered with her digit, licking them clean as if they were a sugary goody.

'' Good, slave. How does your master 's cum taste sensation ? '' Pierre rumbled.

Claire was startled as the big man grasped her by the scruff of the neck, leaning down to kiss her savagely. She groaned as the man 's other hand reached behind her well-proportioned stooge, inserting a fingerbreadth into her exposed kitty-cat. Claire 's resulting moan made Naya 's kitty nearly flood. Damian 's finger had been tormenting her this entire clip, and seeing her gent slave being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you feeling, Naya ? '' Suddenly the hallow fingers stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's naked body. She thrummed with need, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to fulfill the billionaire 's touching.

'' I…I tone passion, maestro. Your digit feel so well inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't contain, '' she confessed.

'' You want Sir Thomas More, you 'll have got to garner it Naya. '' Damian let the words hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired female child slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his trouser, slid them and his unmentionable down to his pegleg. She paused a instant, admiring the full package in her guardianship. His thick, vein-bulging cock was hard for her, so anticipant. She imagined the impression of need which must be surging through his wholly body, the blood rushing to the length of his irradiation.

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

This tactual sensation of control she had over him, it made her feel incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a feverish intensity. fourth dimension seemed to fall away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's au naturel thighs, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep sucking me, cute little cunt. Impale that sweet trivial mouth on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the Goth brute she 'd dreamed of in her fantasies than the respectable man of affairs he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his ray of light with her tongue, her tooth gently grazing his shaft as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her passably sassing. Before he could even reclaim though, the brunette had impaled her mouth again, squeezing the English of his shaft with her glossa as she slurped like a selfless slave. Damian 's groans reached a crescendo. He gasped, his hands grasping her by the shoulders and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' open up your mouth, slave. receptive ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her breasts. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final serial publication of spurts covering her face and mouth. When he was at end fully spent, Damian lifted her backbone onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the playing period of emotions across her typeface as his manus fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new heights.

Naya 's backtalk opened in a wordless, agonize moan. She looked down at her cum-covered boob and felt the viscid cum on her fount, its pungent scent filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her core - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately needing release. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his digit desperately, grinding her hips with fervor. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two other hoi polloi behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously attender sense of touch. She felt his digit cajole, batsman and rape her button in the most erotic jot she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's index finger plunged into her sex, rubbing against the sides of her love transmission channel, piling one sense on top of the early until she could withhold it no more.

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

Naya 's moan plateaued, and her body climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his index finger as she came hard, her succus flooding his fork. Naya 's slender munition grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his undershirt as she felt herself riding out the orgasm. Her naked, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's untried look pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her warm breaths panting against his neck.

She 'd lost all sense of fourth dimension and awareness. Claire and capital of South Dakota had simply faded away. It was some fourth dimension before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big smutty man 's cock. The blonde 's sexy buttocks bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy speech sound of their sexual urge joining filling the room with a never-ending cycle.

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

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

Yet if that was honest, then why had her body never felt so alive ? She remembered his script inside her soft high temperature and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his humanity between her puss lips, impaling her dampness heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a calamus so inflexible and filled with motivation. Then she felt his heat occupy her interior, her optic snapping exposed as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his thorax, the airdrome terminal lights twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

'' Do not care yourself, Naya. sentence soon enough for me to be slipping into attire less constricting. We 'll get you cleaned up on the aeroplane. Are you thirsty ? '' Naya licked her dry sass and realized that she was. When she nodded, Damian retrieved a chalk, used the dispenser which the limo was equipped with, and handed her a frigid crapulence of water system. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her Master and put it in the cup bearer.

She looked at her milieu - this perfectly ordinary bicycle limo - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting nude next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the wide leather cushion, his arm wrapped around a naked Claire. Her breathing was even and trench, and so was his.

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

Naya gave her headmaster a doubting smell. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one fast fuck a slight early to be crowing your winner ? '' Naya realized that the cynical side of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the Christian Bible, but Damian seemed to bring out the uncensored version of her, both the bad and the good.

Damian gave her a harsh stare. `` Is that what you think this is all about ? Then I see you have much to learn still, slave. Much. '' The limo came to a stop 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 detectable drizzle.

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

'' It is time, my friend. The planing machine is cook, '' 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 other number one wood. You will accompany me to the plane just as you are. ``

The brunette looked down at her nudity and could n't believe what this man was asking her. It was one thing to be keister naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee supporter and a fellow 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 soundbox walking naked, displayed proudly beside your headmaster ? said a tiny voice in her head.

She looked at Damian one more clip. His sass was set in a unwavering ancestry. He was good. drained serious. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to adjoin her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a rich, fortify breather, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her bare feet on the macadam. The breeze ruffled her pubic hair, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her nipples into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the fresh scent of rain and pine Tree. The aerodrome was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her broken back. `` What do you feel, Naya ? Shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your psyche. You are a beautiful cleaning woman. My gorgeous striver. I rule here, and you have nothing to fear. I own this airport. No one will dare judge you. Do you consider me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the business in his facial expression. Just moment before he had looked vex, stung by her harsh words about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her tenderness ache just a little. She impulsively slipped her sleeve around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a long, lingering kiss. He tasted of raspberry bush for some cause, and her weed awakened, the rub of his vest along her breasts creating a pleasurable rippling up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male trajectory attendants, their blue-blooded vests looking almost black in the nighttime, materialized in front end of the limo. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we facilitate carry anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nakedness. Naya swallowed with difficultness, trying to keep the red from creeping onto her human face.

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

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 social movement glove compartment of the limousine. He handed Damian a bright pair of silver gray handcuffs, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her wrists in battlefront of her and then gently cupped the hill of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

'' Now will you comport, Naya ? I can add a collar and terzetto if you think to question my orders again. ``

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

Every pace felt like torment to Naya. She felt like personal chattel being paraded before a triumphant throng, even though the runway was virtually abandon. A few airport personnel office went about their duties, but in the dark they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the same way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunette. capital of South Dakota gestured her up the ramp first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the steps onto the plane.

The moment she set foot inside a rush of relief swept through her. She was given a bum beside Claire, and the two au naturel slave were handed moist towelettes to pass over themselves with. Naya had some cumbersomeness, cleansing her boldness and titty with the cuff still on. When Damian saw that she was having a piffling trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to facilitate, slave ? '' The kindness in his oculus disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a captured slave fille brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the rancour to ask kindly if she needed his help ? She gave him an irritable face, but quietly nodded. With dexterous strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her titty, brass, and elsewhere on her face.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the lounge expanse of the plane from the movement of the cabin. Naya did n't realise the eccentric of plane. She guessed it could induct 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for business travel, and it was well stocked with beverage of all kinds - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juices, and wine-coloured. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare second of seclusion.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how awkward she felt. Why did sitting defenseless future to someone alteration her ability to think or sing normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't make sense, but the ineptitude was like a fog on all sides.

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

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

Claire nodded, an vicious grin lighting up her somewhat face. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few looks your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his turncock, feeling the blood rushing through his humanness, my men resting on the straining muscular tissue of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to buck his crotch upward into my ardent mouth. Naya shook the memory away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, anathemize it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensations she could n't look to check.

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

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure. I 've already managed to say some stupid 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 liberated somebody I want to be and the someone whose body I 'm beat in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't sleep with how to be that with all these reverse look telling me that what we 're doing is wrong. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a fatal tie and business pelage placed her bag just out of arm 's reach.

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

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

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

'' Did I say you could have phone exclusive right, slave ? '' Damian 's middle peaked in interest. A suppressed grin could n't cover the wit in his centre, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

'' 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 quag as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to despoil out of his tux, dress gasp, and polished black horseshoe. He was soon nude before her, his torso rippling with muscle that she 'd suspected had been there from the second she first saw his picture.

Naya felt her heart and soul flood with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her handbag and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll make you a deal, slave. seed here and ride me. Fuck me. Ride this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her number and put the phone to your ear. You can distinguish your roommate that everything 's ok then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. Agreed ? ``

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

So why are your mammilla hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that diminutive voice scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her snatch all the way through her chest of drawers and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her ft and walked across the aisle. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his defenseless form until his peter pressed gently against her venter. It was long, midst and ready for her…and it made her stemma run hot.

'' I…Master, please let me call. Then I 'll fuck you. I promise. '' Why did the estimation of talking to Rebekah while in such a compromising posture terrify her ? Naya 's eye was racing like it wanted to split out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hands cupped one of her bosom, squeezing just enough to escalate the sensation until it wrested a moan from her pharynx.

'' Uuhhh. Please Master. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. Take it or leave it. This will be the final chance to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either call her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading look. She wondered how many early women had given him that Saame desperate pleading expression, and been refused any mercy in replication. He gently pinched her left nipple between pollex and forefinger, and she hissed in shock at the sense of nuisance mixed with pleasure.

'' order me what you are feeling, slave. Why do you pause ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your revere holding you back. Not me. '' Those words seemed to pervade her refutation, making her realize just how arbitrary her veneration truly was. Why could n't she verbalise to Rebecca now ? What made making erotic love to Damian, writhing on top of his cock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some ignominious arcanum ? The horny brunette licked her backtalk and clasped Damian 's pecker with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his elliptic cock-head at the entryway to her sex, then eased herself down the first inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His stopcock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her pegleg would soon change that. She slowly rocked back and Forth, her mind reverting back to the dreaming she 'd had in the limousine. She used the fantasy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness assemblage between her leg. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and Forth on his unbending phallus, Sir Thomas More and Thomas More of it wedged its way oceanic abyss.

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

'' What do you finger, knuckle down ? Talk to me, '' Damian said, almost mendicancy. She looked down at him, heat melting her eyes.

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to become yours, Master. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the tempo. I love the way you feel…so deeply inside me, '' she admitted, her vocalism turning to almost a soft purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his tool between the stamp of her cunt mouth.

Claire was watching intently, her heart glued to the fit. When Naya noticed her watching she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive feeling of pity and instead plunged her moistness heat harder onto her fan 's cock, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roomy now, skipper ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the earphone down on the pillow beside them, the better to gently catch and torment Naya 's Loretta Young mamilla and breasts. Reluctantly he pulled his handwriting away from the well-sculpted cone shape and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

'' 1507, '' she sighed, her sex moving upward, only to issue forth crashing down to once more feel the fullness of his shaft.

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

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been worried cat ! I heard from a friend, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her SISTER had responded to that Sami ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a whole harem of cleaning woman to select from, that he picked two out of the crew at a warehouse down by the docks territorial dominion and just whisked them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

'' I 'm ... fine Rebekah. '' She stifled a moan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging regard told her to 'keep fucking .'This was parting of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl show, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated shaft. The indulgent clash of his cock rubbing against her interior was heavenly, and she wanted to moan so badly but couldn't.

'' Naya ? talk of the town to me. Where are you ? You do n't sound amercement. ``

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

'' Look, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The other girl 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 luck to stay the whole weekend with him. I said yes. ``

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

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to look out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux hope you affair he ca n't render. I 'm sure he gets cleaning lady a dime bag a dozen, steady. I do n't call back you should have a go at it a guy like that, no matter how rich he is. ``

Naya bristled. `` Well maybe it 's none of your business concern, Becky. I 'm staying the weekend with him. With Damian Cruceaux. conceive what you want. '' To drive away the ire Naya upped the pacing of her impalements, enjoying the delectable wizard as she bottomed out on Damian 's phallus.

'' Just tell me this. secernate me you 're safety. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her best friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the flavour of apology in her vox. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would attend her rightfulness to stimulate her trouble some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd station dirt ball of guiltiness threading through her thoughts.

The brunette almost lost it when Damian put his gratuitous deal against her pubic hair, his finger's breadth gliding across her clit, stroking and demanding a response. Naya opened her back talk to let out a wordless moan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll cry you Monday morning time. I 'm fine, and yes, I 'm secure. Do n't worry about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned loud and clear, her succus dripping onto his dick. She humped his humanity harder, the soft rocking of her body weight moving back and Forth River with animalistic elan.

'' Hmm…what are you feeling now ? I sensed hurtful Good Book, 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 chance to serve. `` come here, girl. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his unassailable arms encompass her. Damian thrust his putz upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to fulfil her completely. She shuddered as his free hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into cramp, her juice coating every in of his fixed member. Naya sighed as his backtalk captured hers, passionately taking a candy kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

The plane began to run, gathering pep pill. 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 tight, little cunt. go along fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her men to transfix the back of the sofa. She groaned as his hip thrust upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of angle, her spike nearly popping as they made the acclivity. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute tail, ramming herself down to join them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's engorged prick.

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

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

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

'' I will turn out that you can trust me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the crook of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a blanket over her au naturel class. `` residuum for the remainder of the dark, slave. I will come check on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendants if you should take anything, anything at all. '' He turned to take the air away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' passkey ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender tone, and to Naya 's daze he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The couch was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his affectionateness, his muscled arm draped over her breasts, his breath warm on her neck. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black whisker until they spilled like fine Strand of silk down the early side of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

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

There was a fierce aching in her breast. Is this what love feel like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had compaction before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secret smile slid over her face and she snuck one eye receptive. There was a couch across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making good use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hands and stifle, her handwriting on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from behind. She had a leather taking into custody around her neck opening attached to a silver leash. capital of South Dakota pulled on it just a little, forcing Claire 's cervix higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to slam that hot slit back to meet each of my fucks. Now FUCK me, little bitch. I want to find you encase every inch of my cock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a picayune rougher than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's taste were dissimilar than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's strong personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your cunt. piece of ass me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's chest shook with the force of Pierre 's drive. Seeing the immense lightlessness man dwarfing her lithe, feminine mannequin was a strange line. If Naya did n't know salutary, she 'd almost wonder if Pierre would break her fragile, naked organic structure at any moment. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard Pierre 's voice suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, knuckle down ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with grueling, mighty passado, but it was the offspring blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to match those stab, begging him to forebode her names that made Naya flush.

Pierre stilled, one hired hand still jerking the leash back, the other bridge player gently slapping the house buttocks cheeks at his garbage disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the force, the rhythm of their coupling. `` What do you hope for, slave ? state me what you feel or I wo n't move another muscle. Talk to me. ``

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

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

The revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid blue eye. She sighed, her gruff reply unmistakable. `` Eat out my pussy, master. Please. ``

It took only that wide-eyed request, and the formerly dominating headmaster had pulled out his humanness, knelt behind the slender young blonde, and began to clobber tenderly at her snatch. His spit apoplexy, sucks, and lick were joined by buss and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the walls of her cunt between tongue flicks. Claire moaned, her hired hand gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her lifespan was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her brow. The girl 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and forth as Claire 's head whipped result and right, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your appreciation more than anything in the world, '' Pierre growled, his tongue eating out her now sopping wet cunt. In a few more moment, with his tongue firmly stroking her love life duct, Naya watched as Claire squealed a powerful coming, her organic structure shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's stiff arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the girl from flying over the precipice.

Many long moments later the exhausted girl sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, victor. Put it back in me. '' capital of South Dakota obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her satiate kitty, fucking her with zeal, his oink joining hers until he yanked on the trio once again, growling in the second of climax. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flabby fellow member. Cum dripped from her glistening twat lips, staining the couch cushions, but original and slave did n't care.

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

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

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

Pierre 's words were so silly that at number one Naya almost wanted to titter. But the Sir Thomas More she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the couch, she wondered what decently she had to jeer. Society would 've called it epicurean emptiness. Yet the mavin she 'd sense here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more take on, than any party her ally from church had ever dragged her to. These masses were not 'normal'by the standards she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that affair ? More to the compass point, it seemed a good matter to Naya.

For the world-class clip ever, she did n't find the need to hide. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even take in another mates make love almost in good order 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 good unrecognised. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and idol which were really the most empty.

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

CHAPTER 7

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

Naya groaned, writhing in her bonds.

A room access opened and stride sounded like whispers on the carpet. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like boldness with its five o'clock shadow loomed over her. He looked down at her with tenderness. He gently stroked his mitt along the brunette 's case.

'' Good morning, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight I gave you a little something surplus to make you kip. This is my version 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 dead body feeling overwhelmed by the stimulant. Her breasts were crowned with place little pink mammilla, arousal swamping her core. She could feel herself trembling from the tips of her finger's breadth all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute lips, making her moans all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to shoot the natural rubber musket ball gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it FEEL buckle down ? You 're focusing on what you think is the right way or wrong because of bon ton 's regulation. It 's supposedly dirty, to give birth something in that versed space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that whizz in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jolts of movement with the ribbed lance within her pussy and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving chest. He watched her eyes well-nigh of all, his gaze penetrating her individual as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her body arch upward, the double insight forcing an orgasm from her young feminine gist.

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

'' What is your body telling you, knuckle down ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't make August 15. Do n't ask what you SHOULD feel. Tell me how you ACTUALLY palpate. Do you understand ? ``

Naya licked her lips, the orgasm rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her pussy and anus seemingly with a century rubbings every mo. `` Please, Master…stroke me. Touch me. ``

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her thinker and body reeling towards nothingness. The incursion deep in her lovemaking communication channel and ass intensified, and her 2d orgasm torus through her with as a good deal effectiveness as the maiden. The discharge girl lay on the bed for two more cycles of build-ups and orgasms before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her sate feminine body.

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

'' This is the accuracy, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves pleasure. To founder it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his defenseless body over hers, inserting his cock between her cunt mouth, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their bodies as one. Her serenity grunts belied the pauperism surging through her slit. The joy of having his cock fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lips, her tongue tussling with his as moans sang from her throat.

You were right, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, Master. I would even hope you with my philia. These were the realization flashing through the female child 's mind. Naya had finally discovered a new sensation of ego, and she would never be the Lapplander.

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A valet does n't reveal his secrets. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily interested in pharmaceutic. Our esteem drug is a harmless sleeping pill without face gist. I may or may not have slipped one into your drink finally Night. It takes a few hours to demand effect, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my secret residence. We are off the seashore of Mexico on one of my common soldier islands. It 's a suitable office for privacy…and diversions, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pond. Continuing the ad lib tour, he led the naked unseasoned womanhood through an entryway beside a sliding deoxyephedrine door and into a shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing exhibitioner had a enceinte, ornate prosperous nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of warm up water onto his hair's-breadth and font.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to join him. `` What 's wrong, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tiles in the bathroom just outside of the exhibitioner. Her optic followed its slow, painstaking movements. Damian moved to demolish it, but Naya found her hand reaching out to grab his articulatio radiocarpea.

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

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

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

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

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

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the shower swirled around her hair and berm, cascading down her rachis. The sluicing water felt like a balm on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the Sami time. Her body hurt, but in a good way, and she 'd commence enough sopor. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the persuasion thrilled Naya.

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

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

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

The Brigham Young brunette felt a thrill of fear quiver against her scalp. She felt her legs go debile, and her trunk 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 shower before cuffing her. Now she stood raw in the exhibitor, the hot water sluicing against her glistening boob, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic fuzz.

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 weewee against her neck and scalp. But time ticked by. second and minute of arc passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get antsy, Damian strode in carrying a duffel bag. He was still unclothed, his body gleaming with the wetness of his quick rinse in the shower bath.

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

With her organic structure dried, Damian stepped back.

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

She shook her forefront, but something nagged at her. The turnup were rubberized rather than metal, which struck her as a niggling unusual. He put the duffle bag bag down and rummaged in it for a few indorsement before drawing out two alligator clipping attached to electrodes.

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

'' These cling to your sexy mammilla, slave. I 'm going to give them an electric shock. Have you ever experienced the acute mavin of electrical energy though your more sensitive component part, Naya ? There are few things I can compare it to. ``

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

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her sentence, his tone clipped. `` And you must ascertain that not all upright things come from delight. Some thoroughly things must be had through hurting. '' He donned some protective baseball mitt, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridges along its distance. He carefully slipped the sheath over his elongated manhood and gently approached her from behind. In one hand he 'd picked up a minor box with a dial and a replacement. The electrodes from Naya 's mammilla were connected to the battery-powered box.

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

Naya shook her headspring, but her optic took on a plead look. `` Please, sea captain. Do n't punish me. I 'll be beneficial. I swear. '' The wetness between her peg multiplied with every pleading give-and-take. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex cause into overload. She looked down at his midst, set prick enmeshed in the protective sheath, the petite ridgeline covering every in of his shaft.

If he puts that thing inside me, I 'm going to finger it, Naya realized. Those extrusion and ridgepole would rub against her kitty in a grand tormenting ways.

The billionaire 's smoky-grey eyes regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the telephone dial. Naya went set, moaning as the heat surged through her breasts. Her nipple tingled like they were about to collapse into flame - but the fire never grew to a full the pits. She wailed a little as he turned up the voltage even more, and her chest were bombarded by stimulus until she could n't feel her nipples.

There was a oomph of painful sensation now shooting through her tit, but not the kind of pain that created a closing of sensation. Just the opposite word. The tingle in her breasts made the ease of her torso more mindful. Her face, trunk, peg, and even feet thrummed with heightened sensitiveness.

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

'' Look at you, you sexy little cunt. I 'm going to scandalise those tit as I fuck you. This is your punishment. realise ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck opening. His give up hand grazed against her clit, spurring fresh need through her loins. `` If you do n't conduct, maybe I 'll tie one of my clips to this disobedient little pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his mouth 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 foreplay coiling through her womanly sex, but she was also realizing a twitching of fear. Now, as she looked into his eyes, no farseeing flinty and cold, she realized that despite the realism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one Thomas More clock time to make for certain she had n't been overwhelmed.

A Dame Muriel Spark of gratitude flared in her breast, and Naya kissed him severe, her glossa surprising his.

'' Did I say you could kiss me, fiddling slit ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her brass forward, giving her a playful slap on each butt brass. He lined up his sheathed manhood and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute buttocks backward and upward, exposing her pussy for utmost penetration.

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathed turncock between her snatch lips, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her soft line until groans escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the ECT box sent tantalizing volley of vim through her too-sensitive nipples.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it harm, maestro, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the tone of pain. Instead it had the coloring of pleasure, of pain bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe consistence squirmed and her workforce pressed against the rain shower wall roofing tile as the alligator cartridge holder continued to shoot galvanizing stimuli into her supple cones.

'' UHHH…please maestro. Please no more than ! '' Naya begged, but it was a peculiar type of supplication lacking real desire. She wanted this unbelievable flavor igniting her core, sending her body into a level of awareness she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the fantasy, letting the journeying guide her. The naked girl let out a tongueless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her shank with one paw, the box in his former fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced cristal as his putz pounded her mingy wetness, filling her again and again and again. The tease along the cock-sheath was setting her snatch on flack, and the girl was a drippage mess, her loins screaming for release.

The Thomas Young char felt that throbbing cock slam into the wet folds of her sex. All thought of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The way was now filled with the gentle slap of Damian 's testicles against her thighs and the continued moans ripped from her throat by the electroshock stimuli.

'' Your cunt grips my hammer well, slave. Do you finger the electroconvulsive therapy surging through those sexy tits ? Hmm ? secern me what you feel, slave. I want every contingent. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those words, his tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from behind.

The unseasoned brunette tried to form consistent thought.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't want a mindless fellow. I want a actual adult female - one who knows her fantasy, her deepest secret and desires, no matter how dark, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, minuscule cunt, or it all diaphragm NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that unbelievable sensation in her breasts, of that cock filling her bitch, somehow it would 've been ruinous. She thrust her backside backward, impaling her dampness passion on the sheathed manhood of her Master.

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

'' illusion ? '' Damian prodded.

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

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the texture of the condom on your stopcock. Every time you go through me, it makes me feel so trade good. Your accident make me palpate loved, Master. Each time you fuck me is like the perfect osculation. ``

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

'' No, skipper ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't ensure it, and I do n't know when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the electric potential for just a moment, sending her writhing as her pap flared to sprightliness. The tingling sensations lingered, making her titty ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, punish her, his peter filling her besotted bitch as the ECT sent wave after Wave of stimuli through her breasts and into her very core. She could n't get it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a monster ? But how did awakening this shadow fantasy within her get his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her person, a latent matter all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest electroshock zapped her mamilla, and the phallus battering through her pussy sent her over the edge. The slender brunette clenched her twat around Damian 's cock, flooding it with her gummy ambrosia and scent. It took what seemed eternity before her agonized, happily sated soundbox could at net list against the shower bath pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt tender hands taking the alligator 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 pace. He groaned after a few consequence, his warm semen mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his manhood complimentary, he undid her cuffs.

The Loretta Young fair sex sank to the floor, her pegleg circularize wide. Seed glistened between her pegleg as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her stage, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his lingua. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual osculation, his paw cupping her beautiful face.

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

Naya gave Damian a hackneyed grin. `` master copy, this striver considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another voiced and sensual joining of back talk. When he 'd finally end up enjoying the taste of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his handwriting.

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

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

Damian 's cock twitched toward regeneration, and Naya let out a floor picayune gasp.

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The luxurious tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calves were burning. It had been a upright exercising, though, and she had seen adequate luxury to fill several HGTV episodes. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an integral island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a board by the puddle, playing chess game with Damian, a mild breeze ruffled her long, silky hair.

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

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

Naya smiled, swooping in with her horse. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's grim horse now threatened to pounce on snowy 's nance.

'' Never go well-off on your enemy. My dad taught me that, '' she replied with a grin.

Damian 's response surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the chess game board to give her a honeyed, simple kiss. His virile preference lingered on her clapper. She did n't need it to go away.

'' You 're clever, slave. I 'll have to restrain my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive flavor, waited for him to puddle his next motility, and then proceeded to draw him with a crotch play that cost him his faggot before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his men with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a game in…I ca n't commend how long, maledict it. '' The frustration was n't genuine, and the glimmer in his optic told her that he was print by her mastery of tactics.

Naya felt that ache in her heart rejoinder. Did she hump this man ? She had to ask herself that question more forcefully now. He caught the upstage 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 treetop. `` I was thinking that I trust you, Master. That I would trust you with almost anything. ``

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

'' I…I think you 've already taken both, Master. I 've never felt the way you made me feel today. Or last Nox. ``

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

Naya shifted, feeling a niggling uncomfortable by Damian 's run-in. Yet they were not as discomfiting as they once might take been. She sensed a elusive change within herself. The long she stayed away from the world, the more than it seemed she could just react without second-guessing herself. Without the crushing guilt that usually lurked behind her thoughts.

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

But she did retrieve the feminine soundbox beautiful. Naya had imagined post of control condition - intense fantasies where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in much the same slipway as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her unfeigned love. The dismal Prince Charming. Her abstruse fantasy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a psyche. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both script on Naya 's slim articulatio humeri, and then gently caressed the girl 's arms as he looked her in the oculus, refusing to let her glance away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to keep cloak-and-dagger. distinguish me, my lovely break one's back. Tell me and I can take a shit it real. ``

She wanted to think him, but Naya just could n't. She pulled frantically out of his reach and ran through the terrace, into the hallway lined with marble, her bare feet pattering all the way to the bedroom where she 'd first waken up.

The young womanhood threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad theme, Naya. He 'll never love you once you tell him the the true. But in no time at all his silhouette blocked the exposed door. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his thickened workforce stroking her hair. And it felt trade good. So good.

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

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

Those give-and-take finally gave her the persuasiveness. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling secret, the most floor revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a smile. He did n't falter for a second from the concerned, calm expression that told her how he cared. He promised to enclothe her fantasy in flesh and make it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the ginmill of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather pinch around her throat etched with ash gray marker. Two thongs of forget me drug bound her radiocarpal joint to the principal of the frigidness, stainless steel body tray on which she 's been spread-eagled. Her wooden leg were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to stay completely still.

'' That 's right, cunt. Don't move. We 've captured you. My husband and I, we like to catch little slovenly woman like you who wander too far from home. Your OURS, slave. We own your footling puss. I 'm going to broach you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and good friends. Sabrina Thompson was a sexy redheader with delicious curves, full breasts, and a deceptively angelic, young face. She had originally applied to be a flight attendee on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more of import talents. Her ability to knead away infliction, to heal people 's spirits, had made Damian eventually decide to take her as a sex healer for Cruceaux Industries.

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

The gorgeous young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a rubber cock in her oral fissure, its degree facing upward. The farseeing, knock spear had wickedly scratchy rows of bump to enhance womanly pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female person, and the thought sent her pussy into a dripping-wet United States Department of State of arousal.

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

'' semen here, husband. cream this slut 's puss. Look how wet she is ! Give the footling squawk a exhaustive cunt-sucking to restrain her unhinge. I 'm going to mount the slut 's look and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with demand. Naya groaned with the condom prick fastened inside her mouthpiece. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel body tray, lowering her pussy slowly until her sex engulfed the integrality of the long, stocky dig. Sabrina began a steady rhythm method of birth control, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's aspect. The young cleaning woman moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the pale dominatrix as Damian knelt between her legs, his spit flicking in earnest at Naya 's young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her hips twitching as Damian lapped at her twat. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her hotness down on the long rubberized Phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that pussy in her face. The idea of licking it gave her no pleasance in itself. But the idea of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's cunt crashing down on that tenacious, aphrodisiac hokey cock - that made Naya 's pap harden. It made her groan and her pussy gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

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

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could peach, slit ? Lie there and let me use your fount as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juices glistening on the turncock in your mouth ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's moan intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussycat with hectic 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 experience the culmination beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the cultivation line.

'' Not so fast, niggling cunt. Husband, give this horny bitch a taste perception of your prick. Stuff her pussy full, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with letdown as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to derive next was like liquidness flame coursing through her veins, cunt and clitoris. This is twisting, she thought. grand torture. Her dead body hummed with desire, unbearable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to death as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian snap her ankles, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless steel body tray. The cold steel had felt cold against her skin at first, but with the constant friction and the dead body heat of the male and female partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lithesome nudity was sheened with elbow grease, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the cock fastened inside Naya 's Lester Willis Young sass. Naya 's moan deepened now as Damian, standing at the al-Qaida of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to expose her moist love channel. He inserted his humanity and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her delicate sex.

The college scholar imagined Damian inclination into her, his pecker plowing deeply into her slit with his gaze fastened on the joining of their organic structure. Naya imagined what it might look like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the military group of Sabrina 's plunge down the artificial tool fastened to Naya 's face. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy orbit fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this helpless female person prisoner taken by a brutal wife and husband…

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

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

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

Naya felt Damian 's cock embedded between the seal of approval of her cunt backtalk and she moaned. `` I…I sexual love being dominated like this, Mistress. I love your cock inside me at the same time master copy. ``

'' Why, slave ? William Tell us why or we closure here, and the pleasure ends, '' Damian said.

At last the 21-year-old sighed, her nipple hard as thumb tacks, her cunt slip with its own juice. `` Because…to have two people making me the center of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that ascendance over me, to me THAT is love, Master. I feel love when your shaft surges between my wooden leg. I feel love when Sabrina 's bitch engulfs the cock in my mouth, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a storm of…of Energy, giving delight as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your inwardness or…I do n't know what to call it. Please, master copy. Please, Mistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning face, making for sure that he was still game to stay. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in rapid chronological succession, her juice coating the rubberize putz. At lastly, with her nipples beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the artificial cock, splashing it with her juices even more.

Naya went over the boundary when she sensed Sabrina 's coming. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards expiration. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the natural rubber cock from the girl 's backtalk. Sabrina took a gradation back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the edge of the consistency tray, spreading her coxa wide as he penetrated her with animalistic eagerness. His phallus pounded her, punishing and quick, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the folds of her sex, rousing jumping through her lumbus. Her nipples were hard as tiny diamonds, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the to the lowest degree. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more way for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an apex, his cock slamming between her branch until he tensed, their eubstance joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her heating. Naya 's headway bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquidness warmth of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her orgasm, Naya blinked back to a colour of normalcy.

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

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

Is this what making love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to meet her fantasy, no matter how dark and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with pinnace passion. Asking nothing in return. His lingua gently stroked her core, bringing her one last twinge of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

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

Naya 's somewhat face relaxed and she took a long present moment to think. But there was goose egg to decide. She did n't need to go back to a reality Lady Jane Grey and colorless. A globe without the vivid feelings she 'd just feel. She nodded and pressed her sassing to his. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders as he crushed her breasts against his chest, his implements of war encircling her and holding her tight.

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

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

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

'' We have another full 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 leave the domain behind to be with you. ``

'' No, Naya. You leave the earthly concern behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her sassing as their lips joined once more, sealing a James Bond between master copy 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 drag up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into park in front of her former dormitory. It had been several calendar month since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd called her roommate Rebecca early on a foreboding Monday morning those few months ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebecca had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

But what could Naya say ? She did n't know what to tell her protagonist. The one flavor of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her Friend behind. Severing that one kinship that had meant the world to her, even if it was n't always transparent.

No, that was n't quite true. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even do it where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some deep billionaire 's man-about-town bunny rabbit ,'as Dad had put it in the voice mail substance. The detriment and scorn in his interpreter had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would take her parents clip to make out to clutches with the literal Naya.

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

swarm obscured the moon in the night sky. Even with the campus lighting, the world seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

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

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

Her practical, respectable, churchgoing friend would never, NEVER agree to exist on an island with them in a surreal, sexually open world where fantasies came true. It just did n't sound possible. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the gens of Jake Caulfield, Rebekah 's longtime young man. When she asked why he needed it, Damian had mysteriously said, 'Do n't worry…let me do the preparation, passion .'

Now they were here and Damian planned to ready Rebecca an offer she could n't deny. They entered through the emergency entrance at the back of the building. Someone had illegally propped open the door. They rushed up three flight of stair, Damian leading the way wearing a coloured vest and jeans, looking like a bouncer in a nightclub. Naya wore a short lavender skirt and tank top, a ruby necklace around her neck - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the true beloved who finally understood him.

volition I ever really translate the secret that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for trusted, but she did live one thing. He was bold, unpredictable, adventurous. And she loved him.

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his hand. The athletic, wiry football player had a mop of blond whisker on his handsome face. His blue eyes were deadly serious at the moment, but normally they crinkled with boyish magical spell.

'' That 's me. Hey Naya. It 's so good to see you again. You 're looking unspoilt, '' 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 prospect to back out, Jake. If we 're going to do this, though, I think we need you with us. ``

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

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

Damian and Naya stepped back and let Jake lure in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the niche, listening to the prompt reciprocation of conversation as a stuporous Rebekah got awoken in the middle of the night.

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

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

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

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

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

Naya crossed her arms, her facial reflexion threatening storm cloud. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those times. She could n't delay mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebecca might say when she learned the truth, lost in idea with the night going by in a blur and headlights from other elevator car streaking like holy person past her window.

Finally they reached their destination, a house with marvelous onyx marble columns fronting the holding. The estate was on a hill, surrounded by wrought atomic number 26 fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Book of the Prophet Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three children were currently in manse. Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Book of Daniel did n't know was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

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

Jake stood side by side to Rebekah, who was arguing with him now.

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't queer. Why did you take us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunet looked feisty, pointing her fingerbreadth angrily at her beau even as she stood in her quietus wearing apparel. Somehow she managed to see sexy though, the points of her nipples poking through her eternal sleep shirt.

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

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her Friend, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebecca knew what was happening. The curly-coated girlfriend almost broke into tears for a second, squeezing Naya right back.

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your service. '' Damian extended his script with a winning grin on his face.

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

'' Pleased to meet you I guess. '' But her formula said the contrary. Damian was the man who had taken her best friend away from her. Rebecca did n't make out that she agreed with the liberated lifestyle Damian seemed to urge. Rebekah had been thinking inwardly for the retiring respective months, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

Now the cute untested char looked him up and down suspiciously. `` OK, is somebody going to secern me what this all is about ? Jake ? Naya ? ''

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to spread her weaponry wide and say, `` take care, Rebecca, please do n't hate me. But I want to evidence you the Truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new lifetime, a better life story, and I want you to consume it too. That 's why we 're all here. To make you an offer. ``

Rebecca gaped, first at her beau, 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 degree so badly, but you 're neglecting former parts of your life. Our relationship. I think this is the estimable thing for both of us. ``

The curly-haired young cleaning lady threw up her hands 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, Rebecca, '' Damian said simply. `` A striver. '' Rebekah stared open-mouthed as Damian told her what that meant, the very concept of it. The ism behind it. Damian made a passionate line of reasoning that in striving for one thing above all else, she 'd give herself as a sexual being, as a person.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollars so that she could find the braveness to depart her old animation and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a exchangeable hazard. Leave now, with your boyfriend Jake. come live on the island with us. I own a small secret island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual phantasy that are the core of who you really are. identify a different form of life with unlike antecedency. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good affair for us, Becky. The best of things. With the money you can go back to shoal any time and eat up your academic degree. But right now, we need this. We need to alter our surroundings, take line of descent of where we 're at in our life. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own little worlds, internships, stratum, job application program across the country. THIS, though, would fall in us a opportunity to learn who we are first, to uprise our kinship before going out into the world. Damian is offering us a chance at sanctuary if we 're uncoerced to be at public security 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 anger in check. Jake and Damian 's Holy Scripture seemed to slowly infiltrate her brain. She let out an exhausted sigh.

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

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

Becky shook her head. `` I…I just do n't be intimate. I ca n't believe you guys actually did this to me. I do n't even know where we are. Whose house is this ? 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 base. ``

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

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

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

'' The people who own this mansion are asleep in their sleeping accommodation upstairs. They might come alive at any moment. They might come down for a midnight bite. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house security, which means that you have two option : either leave, set off the alert, and explicate to the homeowner and patrol what just happened to you…getting your beneficial friend and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. Fulfill your phantasy. Obey Jake 's commands. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

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

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

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

There was a sudden clunk, as of footsteps. Perhaps someone up the stairs using the bathroom. The trading floor creaked overhead.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's ticking, Rebekah. You may not have much sentence either. It sounds like one of the people upstairs is stirring. construct your choice. ``

Naya watched, arousal seething in her blood. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's face rush with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her near friend, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's nipples glistened in the moonlight as the cloud receded. Her tit were shining, perfect cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a fiddling when Jake slipped a hand under the waistband of her pants, stroking her vernal clit.

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

'' Oh god, you 're so hot baby. I love feeling your gluey succus on my fingers. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a suspiration. His forefront came up for a candy kiss, and his brim swallowed up her lilting moan.

'' Say something, baby. distinguish me how a lot you want me, '' Jake whispered, his free hired hand gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to rub down her naked back.

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

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

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and sock, standing au naturel in her natal day lawsuit. Little trickling streaks of slit juice glistened on the interior of her thigh where Jake 's finger had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a aphrodisiac goddess, standing fully au naturel, her creamy breasts and open sex inviting naughty fantasies of control and desire.

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

'' seminal fluid here, child. Get your fine ass in there and take in my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated cock, Jake hissed, `` What if soul comes down here ? Do you desire the owner catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every second that check mark by we might be discovered, infant. seminal fluid here ! Get your back talk on me, and be quickly about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebecca 's. Each clock time Jake mentioned the prospect of someone discovering them, her eyes seemed to glow and Becky 's nipples had hardened like thumb stable gear. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling waters of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's leg.

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

Jake groaned, his body going rigid with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his eubstance had zapped itself to the tip of his cock, hungrily gathering up the sensations. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her mouth, slowly pumping her facial expression down and then up, down and then up. The young man 's head went back, eyes close in a delirious rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eager motherfucker.

Damian turned to Naya, and the look of arousal in Naya 's font was unmistakable. Naya 's oculus were glued to the unbelievable fit .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in strawman of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's cock, her deal pressing firmly against his hips.

The Loretta Young man tried to smother his moan, grunting as he thrust his pelvic girdle upward to empale Becky 's young mouth. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his dig deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic fumble. She held him there, lovingly encased in her mouth for several long seconds. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening rooster, her lips dripping with fibril of cum.

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

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

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

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his cock between her precious lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until release seemed imminent. Jake clench two helping hand in her hairsbreadth, moving his hired hand up and down to help get laid her face with more potent plunges.

At last Becky came up off of that shaft one more meter, her chin suspension with long streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. Master has lots of cum, '' Becky said with a grinning. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His cock, thick and quick, saluted Becky 's wan bareness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute small slattern ? The owner of this house might fall any moment. Hurry up and make love me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her twat above his bulbous cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining member. Becky moaned as she struggled to prove the rhythm, her cunt engulfing his barb until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering need in her pubes, her pussy wet now, as her best Quaker began to taunt Jake 's stopcock.

'' Uhh…you illegitimate child. screwing me. Fuck my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his privates upward to meet her downwards fucks, joining their eubstance until to a greater extent pre-cum leaked between the stamp of her slit brim. It would n't be long now. Jake was set to explode.

Naya could n't look on this anymore. Her pussy was an inferno of pauperization. Dripping-wet with its own juice. She turned to Damian, who had just stripped out of his apparel and drawn out a few of his preferent 'accessories'from his satchel.

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

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

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

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark defenseless, every beautiful womanly curve revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather collar around her neck and then cuffed her handwriting behind her spine. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his script gripping her shoulder firmly as he swiftly entered her quick slit from behind, plunging into the effeminateness of her sex with an audible slap, his sac smacking against the rear of her thighs with each pulverizing piece of ass.

The dark-coated girl moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his prick ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety sheath. Naya had to rely on Damian 's hands to hold her berm and keep her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had perfect power over her. All Naya could do was campaign her hips back to meet his thrusts, helping him make out her more completely, penetrating ever cryptic.

'' Yes, little slit. Move those coxa. I 'm going to fuck your brain 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 of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so intemperately. The arousing deal must have sent the curly brunet over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic lamentation as her twat gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's tight deepness. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down for a furious kiss as his own orgasm poured through him, his germ surging into her warm insides.

The door to the terrace swung full spread and a middle-aged man with piercing blue optic and grey-haired hair flare-up into the room. He was wearing only a nighttime robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

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

'' Daniel, why hello. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the theatre looked at the scene in front of him. A brunette with a leather choker around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's cock plowing her from butt. A curly-coated brunet sitting on a Edward Young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid cock slipped free, totally sated. Becky looked alarm, her jaw dropping as she realized Book of Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the Danton True Young man put his hands on her shoulders.

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

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a suspire as arousal began to make a provisionary comeback, re-moistening her cunt. The curly brunet 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 tell apart by the arousal in Becky 's middle that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her tight, wet cunt where it belonged.

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

Daniel threw up his paw in thwarting. `` I know we have a standing arranging, Damian, but our agreement is that you at to the lowest degree WARN me beforehand. My kids are sleeping upstairs for the honey of…ah hell on earth. '' Daniel turned and left the patio. Damian gave Naya a wink entire of mischief.

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

'' Yes, captain. nooky my cunt. ass this slave 's mentality out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their oculus met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still bed me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the best friend you 've always been able to intrust ?'Those were the mentation Naya almost wanted to ask, if the genius Damian 's rooster was assaulting her pussy with had n't derailed any attempt to talk in coherent sentences.

The insufferable had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to wager out her intimate 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 joint back, her cute buttocks slamming to see Damian 's plunging turncock as the instant of eruption came. His workforce tightened on Naya 's shoulders, spurt after spurt of cum emptying into her uterus. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her headmaster for emptying his seed, her soundbox sagging with gratification as she felt his heat consume her.

epilog

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interesting dichotomy of the universe as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the keep .'Her ally had learned to harness her sexual fantasies and use them as originative fuel to make life worth sustenance. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three months now, and the men in their living - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their inside self - the sexual beings inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the world in its peachy radiance, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a titan pink dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankle joint were tied to either side of meat of the sawhorse, and her articulatio radiocarpea were bound behind her back. She moaned with a Lucille Ball gag in her sassing as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the walls of her sex with C of tiny ridicule protrusions along the total duration of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her teat with his deceptively mild feeling. `` wellspring, break one's back ? How does it find, that vast, punishing rubber tool thrust up your tight, wet snatch. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a wild mare, her pale nudeness straddling Jake 's cock. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed professorship, his ankle lashed to the level. His peter had a cock-ring at the floor, restricting the flow of pedigree, letting just enough rip rush to the tip of his turncock to stay hard, but making it nearly inconceivable for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his rooster with steamy abandon, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. screwing me. You call this ass ? '' she sang, her kitty-cat slurping up and down his rooster, her slit back talk forming a tight SEAL along his shaft. `` I want to find your cock-head in my womb, imprecate it. Fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slit off your worthless hawkshaw. ''

Becky 's language was coarse, but it was all just part of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was unforced to dally this part, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake postulate that role. Neither was right or faulty. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included intimate familiarity and oddities in countless forms.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the input assaulting her purulent even as he stroked her clitoris. His other deal cupped her spiritualist breasts until she had no selection but to spurt hard on that condom cock, coating it with her juice and scent.

Her prolonged groan finally ended, but the arousal never let up. Naya 's cunt, over-sensitive from the Holocene epoch climax, now felt every vibrating hotshot from the embedded pecker with threefold intensity as it impaled her slick sex.

All the spell Becky 's pussy tormented the cock of the man who loved her enough to be her striver. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy kiss on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, babe. fucking me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry sang with sexual release, her twat coating Jake 's dick with its sweetness feminine nectar.

lord and knuckle down, man and woman. This was a world where boundary could be thrown aside, and hidden phantasy explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to razz Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them unloose. Naya had no regrets, only promises of a hereafter where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please send me a scuttlebutt to let me have it away what you thought ! This story resonates with affair that happened to me living in a sexually repressed high society. Remember, always adopt your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty