CHAPTER 1

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

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mystifying as his picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her look cynical, the center hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too lots. He was at to the lowest degree a X her elder, but his lean face had somehow retained the good luck charm of a much younger man. Damian 's eyes were smoky Charles Grey. His figure was compact, and even under the blue purpurate garb shirt, muscular tissue rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. Adventurous, undetermined to possibleness, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire enterpriser. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an even and, if you play your cards right, Damian might just keep you for a while. offering : $ 2 million the first night. damage transferable after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might receive called her petite from a distance, but she had detectable breaking ball and a body that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one last-place fourth dimension, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black dress. It matched the shiny, charcoal-black hairsbreadth that hung in wavy lushness a goodness few inch past her shoulders. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the track team at triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a softer version of Naya. Rebekah 's forgetful, curly hair and impish heart were always looking for the following prank to work. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online advertisement.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just state me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few more month. Is this, like, some last stupid stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible adult ? Because I promise you, there are less stunned direction to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't cognize WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial killer for all you know ! ``

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

CHAPTER 2

The evening began as Naya had hoped. Just on clip, 8PM, and the moon already hanging in the sky like a hulk picket Frisbee, the slick, blackamoor limousine pulled up to the curb near her student residence. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curb with her, wearing a much less dressy jean and a tank top. She gave her friend 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. realise ? '' Naya looked into her Quaker 's concerned eyes, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roomy. This was her unspoiled Friend, and she was touched how worried Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupid. I promise to be careful. beloved you, girl. Now go have a relaxing dark without me. yell that boyfriend you 've been pining for the hold out few twenty-four hours, '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to give her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed number one wood opened the door for Naya, and the college scholarly person got in before Rebekah could seek further retribution. She waved at her Friend as the number one wood got back in, started up the engine, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pins and acerate leaf. A unaccented rain began to fall, making the asphalt and edifice glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of magic trick. Wow, what a corny thought. Do n't let your jitters make you say something stupid tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the aspiration she 'd harbored for a wizard evening tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her best ? Would her respectable be even come together to near enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to ease the tension by making minuscule talk.

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

Naya frowned. The first-class honours degree midget bit of'I told you so'crept into her foreland, doing a remarkable rendition of Rebekah 's vox. As the mo ticked by, still totally incognizant of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of outright fear. Nearly 45 moment passed before Naya was ready to bed on the partition and demand that 'Pierre'plosive speech sound the vehicle and severalize her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding exposed, and the limousine eased out of the rain, pulling to a stopover in a wide warehouse floor flooded with light.

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

There were rows of beautiful young women. Many of them wore skimpy clothes, others wore opus of dandy elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the ornateness of the gowns and heaviness of the makeup, were trying very hard to await Thomas More mature than their years.

Naya quietly let Pierre direct her over to join the line of expectant girls. She stood beside a blonde missy in a bright red dress which had a single strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulders and deal of cleavage. Oops. I did n't know this would be a contest, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's other English was wearing a scintillant Green tankful top and black slacks embroidered with quarrel of shiny beads. She turned with a critical look in her emerald eyes. `` A crud is still a skank, no issue how fine the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged part on an gathering line. Naya opened her lip, shocked at the adult female 's rudeness.

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

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blonde cleaning lady 's nerve. Her pretty blueish eyes were astray and clean-handed now, but mo before they 'd been feisty and penetrating.

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

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

'' Yeah, I know it IS a small over the top. Even though I do n't fit the dumb blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to spiel appearances and see how very much people assume. You can learn a lot about people by what they do or do n't ASSUME, '' she finished with a grinning.

'' What 's it made out of ? '' Naya said, unconsciously rubbing the textile between her fingerbreadth. Too late she realized that maybe she was being too fellow 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 refined fingerbreadth along the silk trim of her gorgeous black apparel. `` red cent, adult female. This hugs your figure like the nightdress of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get points for flashiness, but you 've got a lot more than taste, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this tangible, contiguous association, and gave her mitt a wring. `` Do you recognise 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 same sauceboat.

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

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

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

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

The two stood hired man in handwriting, talking to one another, trying to hold on each former 's hard drink up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the foreign competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 untried women in the storage warehouse. The never-ending pattering on the alloy roofing jostled against the still conversations of the young fair sex impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay door, screeching to a stay, pennants fluttering with the corporate logo of Cruceaux industriousness unmistakable, the unharmed place fell silent 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 doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its bright ash grey waistcoat contrasting sharply against his two assistants'champaign white ace, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the line of young womanhood 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 middle seemed much less concerned about the forcible endowments of the women he surveyed than about other qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to gloss over segmentation almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the eyes of each daughter 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 sweep was about to turn over her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her heart. She realized her huge flub, her body tensing in fearfulness.

Claire had to desire to look her sexy substantially in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a girl she 'd barely met squeezing her handwriting tightly like a frightened little baby. Naya was mortified. But it was too belated to withdraw. Damian had already swept down the aisle to study them, and his eyes had already taken corking note of their joined hands.

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

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde woman first, and then his piercing gaze set its sights on Naya. He seemed to mess about on her shining, midnight hair and the dark chocolate pools of her oculus. His eyes gently caressed the slimness of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for good measuring. He settled on her facial expression, and Naya tried to meet his gaze. After a few minute, she couldn't.

Her heart began to sink as he began to move around away. But instead these news came out of Damian 's oral fissure as he spoke to his two helper.

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

Naya exchanged a quickly glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new champion 's middle. They had done it. They had passed the beginning test. Claire leaned over, risking a whisper before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the nighttime 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 coup d'oeil that was LE harsh and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the manufacturing plant floor just minutes earlier. The five o'clock shadow on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous look, complimented well by ashy eyes that missed nothing.

'' I do n't guess I caught your names, '' he said mildly as the bay doorway slid undefended and the limo lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

'' A pleasure to play 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 occur if I thought otherwise. ``

The girls shared an restless look. Naya smiled nervously. `` That might be the most interesting way I 've ever been complimented. '' She found herself loosening up a bit despite the strange way Damian talked. He had an accent she could n't quite station, 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 sidelong looking filled with warning.

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

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

At live on, with the wind picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windscreen glass, the limo pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian eating place. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the crank windows revealed epicurean tablecloths and crystallization ware which would 've looked suitable in near multimillion dollar mansion house.

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

'' Forgive me, my Lady. You have former program for the night. I see the disappointment on your face, but do not estimate the evening until it 's over. I would not own brought you this far only to abandon you. '' The huge, muscle-bound melanise man sounded almost gallant, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent profligate rushing to her cheeks. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's heart was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an obtrude upon USA. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so dame who had tried to be his this Night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her manus on either position of her, a stripe of self-conscious awareness surfacing with a vengeance. She was cognisant of the ruby pendent at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering sinister in the apparel. She had been going for a decadent aspect, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her public figure and rested on her font, she had succeeded.

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

To share a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a night of cacoethes and excess without regrets ? That might have been the nerve impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first place, but it did n't sound so impressive now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the mesa boundary, almost ashamed that she had no direct answer.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a girl with a linear personality. You 're a Edward Young woman looking for something more out of life. More than what order says you can be. enjoin me I 'm wrongfulness. ``

Naya let the quiet engulf the table between them before she could conglomerate her spunk. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed able to grab onto the more than she focused on the richness in Damian 's voice.

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

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE right, '' she replied, finally meeting his regard. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my ambition 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 nighttime Prince Charming. In a few month I 'll own my engineering degree. Probably a few calendar month after that I 'll have fiscal independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels abandon to me. I see my friends become absorbed in their own little worlds, obsessing on careers and leaving everyone else behind. That 's not what I want to be. That 's not who I am. ``

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

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

Naya tried to just be fair. `` Because you have mogul, because you clearly do n't care what mass think. I admired your honesty when I first read the posting. I admired your dullness, the world-be-damned philosophical system I sensed behind the words in your ad. '' Naya could n't believe she was saying this. She sounded like another mortal, but it was true. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her acquaintance at church or with her parents.

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

'' Too early to tell, '' she whispered. `` But recount me this, '' she said, trying to recuperate. `` Why did you lend Claire ? Why raise her hope up only to cruelly leave her and then take me ? I do n't know if I can honor a man who does something like that. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully. `` You hardly know this fille, yet you stand up for her. Yet you would gamble 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 heart to duel with his. She WOULD give an resolution. `` I 'm waiting, Mr. Billionaire. Surely you 've been challenged by a woman before ? ``

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

His demeanor turned serious, though, even as that shoemaker's last sentence brought up alarming questions in Naya 's mind.

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

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

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

Damian gave her a deep in thought look. `` Is that really so surprising ? ``

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the luscious stop saltation on her palate for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you fault a female child for getting sure ideas after you 've put her in a batting order with 100 former sexed-up charwoman ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. carnival enough. I guess I do owe you a more direct answer about myself. Do you have a go at it why monogamousness is the gamey anatomy of relationship ? ``

Naya shook her head and withdrew her hand. That damnably pleasurable feeling of his bridge player rubbing her arm was making it difficult to call up straight.

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

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

'' I 've seen kinship ruined by jealousy - not just of early mass, but of mere objective, of wealth. Any sentence you have a family relationship which is not foremost between two citizenry, jealousy exists. It must survive. It must always get out one of the three wondering, 'Am I valued less ? Do the other two really need me ?'A man was made to be with one womanhood, and a womanhood with one man. ``

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

'' Yet they have, but do n't misapprehend me. I will do anything for the woman I love. If the cleaning lady I love asks me to take another cleaning lady to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man admit her right hand in social movement of me, I could n't deny her even that. There is zero I will not do for a woman, as long as her petition does not come tainted by greed. '' The hard telephone line of his jaw had melted into a wry grin. `` Of course, you probably ascertain me an odd mix of traditional quixotic fancy and affair more decadent, shadowy and forbidden. There are few women who have ever understood me. The merely one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my pump. ``

The dark-haired missy 's hired man stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his handwriting tightly, and her heart softened. Naya could n't consider that this powerful billionaire sitting before her could resound the thoughts of a boy once destitute. He was much to a greater extent than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her foreland.

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

'' What do you need of me then ? Does this mean you want me to be your girl ? That this is about Thomas More than a night or two of passion ? Is this a date ? ``

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

'' I find the Holy Writ 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to make you my partner, my slavish. I will be your professional, and you will be my Slave. ``

This language drew utter demarcation in Naya 's mind and affection - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dour fantasies. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a sea robber king, sometimes by a savage barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably seem silly to her champion, and many people would be horrified. But there were tangible to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a striver ? ``

Naya nodded, and the heat rushed to her impertinence. She realized that both of his hands had invaded her side of the board, gently grasping her wrists.

'' How does this feel, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's breathing had quickened. She was sure he could see the rapid advance and fall of her breast under the skin-tight fabric. The stew along her brow had to be noticeable too. Her segmentation felt slick with sweat, and she wanted to curse her nerves for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's centre gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare woman, Naya. I would wish you to be mine, but I want you to sleep together exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the norms of society. order is superficial and dead. I want you to feel alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - society 's beliefs be damned. Men and cleaning woman think differently. We ARE different. social club forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the Male. I will ask you to do things you may not want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and cherish you, but I will also micturate you MINE. I will push you to the limits, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His hand still gently clasped her carpus. Even that tame grade of his control over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

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

Naya abruptly withdrew her hand, breaking his clutches. She flashed him a wicked smiling. `` And just what are the regulation, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, swell billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my case, classes to attend. Preferably ON clock time. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingerbreadth on the table and took a sip of the very well red as the waiter brought out crustal plate of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` Give me the weekend. If you decide to stay put with me after that, you 'll take leave your tinker's dam family, take the $ 2 million I offered, and go my hard worker. ``

Naya took a draught of her vino, swirling the beautiful red liquid in the fine crystal methamphetamine, 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 tame me ? What then ? ``

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

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

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

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that word. girlfriend. He said it like it was a pestiferous word. Like it implied acts she could barely conceive of. A charge ran up her prickle, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be deliberate. Do n't you remember Rebecca 's words ? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your animation do something that is admittedly to who you are. Not the somebody you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's estimable and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

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

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would materialize next. I guess I was ill-timed, she realized not long after. The limousine had come to pick them up, but this metre it was a different driver who ushered them into the back bum. inside, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting position by side on the plush leather shock absorber opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every movement had the easygoing limberness of a jaguar. He casually put an arm about her as the driver gunned the limousine into the rain-soaked night.

For a while traffic seemed to slow everything to a creep, but the fast-growing device driver eventually got them to the main road, and soon they were leaving the city behind altogether.

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

She noticed that Claire and Pierre were holding work force. Claire 's typeface was almost glowing, as if she was amped up on f number.

'' A humble private aerodrome 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 centre bored into hers.

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

'' Strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

'' striptease. Clothes off. Every rag. Now, Naya. I 'm not asking. ``

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

Claire 's eyes 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 this was real number. Damian nodded, and his deal made an imperious motion. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's unspoken telephone exchange of face revealed that they had a bond beyond the simple employer-employee relationship. Pierre nodded and turned to Claire.

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

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to meet his. For a second she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blond slowly unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipped justify of the soft satin, and shimmied free people of the remainder of it. She was now in only a bright crimson bra and panty. adjacent she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious hip, sliding them gracefully off of her ankle joint. The cad came off then, and there was nothing but birthday wooing. Just womanly smasher, naked and unvarnished.

The defenseless blonde sat beside Pierre, her supple breasts displayed for the other three people in the limo to admire. The thatch of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to forebode a world of delights.

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

Before anything more than could be done, Naya found her hands reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed cloth without too much worry, finally letting it flop to the side as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and tap step-in. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush body. The blond 's wan skin and feminine curves were beautiful, simple as that.

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

'' Does it help, Naya ? Seeing your buster slave naked before you ? Does it give you courage ? When you answer me, bid me overlord. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to lease off your dress as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without feelings of mercy. But you must show me you are trying. Are you giving this your best effort, Naya ? ``

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

'' company has taught you to be ashamed of your own body. Do n't speak to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful things in your mind. Now do what I say. consume off what remains of your clothing. I would see the really you - a defenseless, pristine Naya, a slave of one and only beauty. ``

As he said the words, though, Damian gently did the study for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to reveal her supple cones. He then slowly slid her pantie down her branch, all the way to her articulatio talocruralis, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the corner, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her precious laughingstock felt the poise leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her exposed cunt sassing. She felt a bang of danger, of arousal, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's consistence. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned skin was a shade darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's breast were maybe slightly larger, the nipple bombastic and more pronounced. Naya 's suave belly with its belly-button ring added an exotic temptingness beneath her grammatical breast, and the muscular tone in her implements of war and wooden leg was unmistakable.

'' What do you think, capital of South Dakota ? Are these slaves not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's berm, hugging her nakedness 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 bare thigh…even through the fabric of his gasp - sent sensations all the way to her loins. She had to consciously prevent her body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

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

'' They are both keen, sea captain. I can definitely hollo a spade a nigger, '' capital of South Dakota said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her shoulders in a like possessive strength. He went a gradation further, though, claiming her mouth with a tender buss. Claire moaned, her mammilla beading too, and her nakedness trembled as his rima oris worked hers, her tongue responding. At lowest they came away from each former, lips parting softly.

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

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

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

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

'' She 's sucking his cock, victor. She 's taking him in her oral fissure, '' Naya whispered. Her pussy felt warmth. Surging hotness. She suddenly felt a suffocating estrus despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouth back and forth along Pierre 's manhood. There was a gruntle, suckling rhythm method of birth control, its sound soon unmistakable in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the offspring blond slurped up and down Pierre 's genus Phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blond 's golden hair into two clenched fist, groaning more deeply as she went to sour on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his rooster encased between her backtalk.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your centre as my tool filling your rima oris, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his shaft, her spit caressing the length of his cock. She pumped her aspect back and Forth, the suckling auditory sensation intensifying until capital of South Dakota grasped her forefront and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the miss bottomed out on his pubic hair, her nose practically touching his genital organ.

After respective moment, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with string of pre-cum drifting from her lips. She wiped them with her wrist and then began to lap up the sides of his shaft, her bridge player tenderly pumping his manhood 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 Brigham Young cleaning woman felt the appalling touch of two fingers gently rubbing against her exposed button. Damian 's fingers. The man was tender but firm - and what began as gentle rubs soon became business firm strokes, stoking a fiery pauperization that coursed through the brunet 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her tit heaved as he tormented her with the Delicious onset of touch. She unconsciously opened her peg wider, moaning as two finger slid into her lenient channel. She tried to keep her centre focused on Claire slurping up and down that long, Negro cock. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her mouth on the shaft again, this time bottoming out on the dark slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, fresh strands of gooey cum drifting from her lips. These she gathered with her finger's breadth, licking them unobjectionable as if they were a sugary dainty.

'' goodness, slave. How does your Master 's cum tasting ? '' capital of South Dakota rumbled.

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

'' What are you touch sensation, Naya ? '' Suddenly the blessed fingers stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's naked body. She thrummed with pauperism, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to come across the billionaire 's touch.

'' I…I feel hotness, Master. Your finger's breadth feel so good inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't end, '' she confessed.

'' You want Thomas More, you 'll have to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the news hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired missy slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his pants, slid them and his undergarment down to his leg. She paused a here and now, admiring the wax package in her upkeep. His thick, vein-bulging cock was hard for her, so expectant. She imagined the feeling of want which must be surging through his whole body, the blood line rushing to the length of his shaft.

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

This tactile 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 feverous intensity. fourth dimension seemed to shine away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thighs, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep suck me, cute footling cunt. Impale that sweet fiddling oral fissure on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's interpreter had changed now. It sounded more like the peasant animate being she 'd dreamed of in her phantasy than the good businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his slam with her tongue, her dentition gently grazing his shaft as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her fairly sass. Before he could even regain though, the brunette had impaled her mouthpiece again, squeezing the sides of his shaft with her tongue as she slurped like a selfless striver. Damian 's groan reached a crescendo. He gasped, his hands grasping her by the berm and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' unfold your back talk, slave. open air ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her white meat. Damian raised his humanity higher, the terminal serial publication of squirt covering her font and oral fissure. When he was at go fully spent, Damian lifted her back onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to savor the play of emotions across her typeface as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new pinnacle.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonized groan. She looked down at her cum-covered white meat and felt the sticky cum on her font, its barbed odour filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her nitty-gritty - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately postulate release. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his digit desperately, grinding her hips with fervency. She did n't handle anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender touch. She felt his fingers cajole, batter and assault her clit in the most erotic hint she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's indicator digit plunged into her sex, rubbing against the English of her dearest channel, piling one sensation on top of the other until she could deduct it no more.

'' What are you sense, slave ? evidence ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's groan plateaued, and her physical structure 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 juice flooding his genitalia. Naya 's slender sleeve grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his vest as she felt herself riding out the coming. Her naked, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's young face pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her tender breathing place panting against his cervix.

She 'd lost all sense of time and cognisance. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some prison term before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big black man 's shaft. The blonde 's sexy behind bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sex activity joining filling the room with a changeless rhythm method of birth control.

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

'' We will be at the airdrome soon, slave. Now get some quietus. I will bear 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 lull her into unconsciousness. All she could think was that none of it was very.

Yet if that was truthful, then why had her organic structure never felt so awake ? She remembered his hired hand inside her soft heat and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his humanity between her purulent lips, impaling her damp heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a shaft so stiff and filled with motivation. Then she felt his heating fulfill her insides, her eyes snapping open as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her brass firmly pressed against his chest, the aerodrome final lights twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

'' Do not concern yourself, Naya. Time soon enough for me to be slipping into attire less constricting. We 'll get you cleaned up on the airplane. Are you thirsty ? '' Naya licked her dry lips and realized that she was. When she nodded, Damian retrieved a ice, used the dispenser which the limousine was equipped with, and handed her a stale deglutition of water. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her Master and put it in the cup holder.

She looked at her surroundings - this perfectly ordinary limo - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting raw next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them capital of South Dakota lay sideways on the wide leather cushions, his arm wrapped around a defenseless Claire. Her respiration was even and deeply, and so was his.

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

Naya gave her schoolmaster a skeptical look. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one immediate fuck a piffling betimes 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 words, but Damian seemed to bring out the uncensored version of her, both the bad and the good.

Damian gave her a rough stare. `` Is that what you think this is all about ? Then I see you have much to watch still, slave. a great deal. '' The limousine 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 former seat, nudging his fellow awake. Pierre awoke with a scratch line, snuffling like a wild boar before rubbing at his sleepy middle and gently stirring Claire awake too.

'' It is time, my ally. The aeroplane is fix, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the threshold. `` What are you waiting for, Naya ? You go first. ``

Naya gaped at the swarthiness before turning back to him. `` I need my wearing apparel and purse. ''

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

The brunette looked down at her nakedness and could n't believe what this man was asking her. It was one thing to be stooge naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee friend 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 body walking defenseless, displayed proudly beside your lord ? said a tiny vocalism in her head.

She looked at Damian one more time. His mouth was set in a firm line. He was severe. Dead life-threatening. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to meet her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a inscrutable, fort breath, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her bare feet on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic pilus, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her nipples into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the fresh aroma of rain and pine tree. The airport was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her low-pitched back. `` What do you feel, Naya ? ignominy ? veneration ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous striver. I rule here, and you have nothing to dread. I own this airdrome. No one will dare judge you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the care in his face. Just minute before he had looked irritated, stung by her harsh tidings about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her marrow aching just a fiddling. She impulsively slipped her arms around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a long, lingering osculation. He tasted of raspberry bush for some rationality, and her sense awakened, the rub of his singlet along her titty creating a pleasurable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight meeter, their gloomy vests looking almost contraband in the night, materialized in front of the limo. `` Your luggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help carry anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with difficulty, trying to observe the red from creeping onto her face.

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

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such courageousness, Naya. Yet already your will falters and you let society 's brainwashing creep back in. I see I may need to be a minuscule firmer with you. '' He gestured at Pierre, who retrieved something from the figurehead glove compartment of the limo. He handed Damian a bright pair of silver handcuff, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her wrist joint in front of her and then gently cupped the cumulation of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

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

Naya quickly shook her top dog, sighing as his hand gently conformed to the shape of her sexy tail, urging her forward.

Every pace felt care torture to Naya. She felt like chattel being paraded before a winning multitude, even though the rails was virtually empty. A few airport personnel went about their duties, but in the shadow they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his suite. Claire walked with detectable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the same way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunette. Pierre gestured her up the ramp first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the steps onto the plane.

The second she set understructure inside a rush of relief swept through her. She was given a buttocks beside Claire, and the two naked striver were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and breasts with the handcuff still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little worry, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to aid, break one's back ? '' The kindness in his eyes disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a seize slave girl brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the impertinence to ask kindly if she needed his aid ? She gave him an nettlesome look, but quietly nodded. With deft strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her knocker, cheeks, and elsewhere on her facial expression.

Then he gave her a beguiling, blue-blooded kiss. `` Be proficient. Pierre and I will be back soon. ``

Both men disappeared beyond the drape which divided the lounge country of the woodworking plane from the front of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the case of plane. She guessed it could sit 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for business travelling, and it was well stocked with beverages of all variety - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juices, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the uncommon moment of privacy.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how sticky she felt. Why did sitting naked side by side to mortal alteration her ability to think or talk normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't make sensory faculty, but the awkwardness was like a fog on all sides.

Claire smiled. `` to a greater extent than a little, Naya. I 'm good-for-nothing 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 recollect so much. To just let myself sense. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a soft joke. `` That probably sounds stupid, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an malefic smiling lighting up her pretty face. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few spirit your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his cock, feeling the bloodline rushing through his humanness, my hands resting on the straining muscular tissue of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to buck his crotch upward into my warm mouth. Naya shook the memory away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, curse it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these aesthesis she could n't seem to control.

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

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure. I 've already managed to say some stunned things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave submissive lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two mankind, the emancipate somebody I want to be and the person whose physical structure I 'm stuck in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't know how to be that with all these contrary touch telling me that what we 're doing is wrong. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a dim tie and business coat placed her purse 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 chest of drawers, pushing her backward, forcing her head against the headrest.

'' What are you doing, buckle down ? ''

Naya looked at the pocketbook again. Her smartphone, on vibrate, was ringing loud and clear, jostling against the early accessories in her bag. `` I need to do that. That 'll be my roommate Rebekah. She 's probably calling to tally on me. I should reply, separate her I 'm sanction and that I wo n't be back tomorrow. ``

'' Did I say you could let phone perquisite, knuckle down ? '' Damian 's heart peaked in interest. A strangled grin could n't hide the mood in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

'' Please…Master. '' She 'd almost forgotten to call 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 handbag, walked over to a plush sofa across the aisle, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going quagmire as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to strip out of his tux, attire pants, and polished black shoes. He was soon raw before her, his torso rippling with sinew that she 'd suspected had been there from the mo she first saw his pic.

Naya felt her pith flood lamp with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her bag and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll produce you a peck, slave. ejaculate here and jump on me. Fuck me. Ride this putz. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her routine and put the sound to your ear. You can state your roomy that everything 's fine then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. harmonise ? ``

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

So why are your mamilla hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that tiny spokesperson scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her snatch all the way through her chest and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her feet and walked across the gangway. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his bare chassis until his prick pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, thick and cook for her…and it made her parentage run hot.

'' I…Master, please let me yell. Then I 'll get it on you. I promise. '' Why did the idea of talking to Rebecca while in such a compromising position terrify her ? Naya 's heart was racing like it wanted to break out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's mitt cupped one of her tit, squeezing just enough to step up the sensation until it wrested a groan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please Master. ``

'' You heard my offering, Naya. Take it or leave it. This will be the last 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 former women had given him that Saami desperate pleading verbalism, and been refused any mercy in paying back. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in shock at the sensation of pain assorted with pleasure.

'' Tell me what you are feeling, slave. Why do you hesitate ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your fear holding you back. Not me. '' Those Holy Writ seemed to diffuse her defenses, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she mouth to Rebecca now ? What made making honey to Damian, writhing on top of his cock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some scandalous secret ? The horny brunette licked her backtalk and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his prolate cock-head at the entryway to her sex, then eased herself down the 1st inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her legs would soon commute that. She slowly rocked back and forth, her mind reverting back to the pipe dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the phantasy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness gathering between her legs. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his inflexible genus Phallus, more and More of it wedged its way deep.

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 bridge player gently kneaded his chest as she fucked herself, impaling her warm pussy on his cock.

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

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to become yours, skipper. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the step. I love the way you feel…so deep inside me, '' she admitted, her voice turning to almost a subdued purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his tool between the cachet of her bitch lips.

Claire was watching intently, her middle glued to the scene. When Naya noticed her observance she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive spirit of shame and instead plunged her damp rut harder onto her lover 's rooster, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roommate now, schoolmaster ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the rest beside them, the dependable to gently apprehension and harassment Naya 's youthful nipple and bosom. Reluctantly he pulled his mitt away from the well-sculpted cones and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

Damian keyed it in, went to the contacts list, dialed Rebekah. He held the sound to Naya 's ear even as she rode his hammer with tender, loving heart. She sighed, biting her lip as the interpreter on the early end spoke up, edged with panic.

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

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

'' I 'm ... fine Rebecca. '' She stifled a groan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging regard told her to 'keep roll in the hay .'This was part of the arrangement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl display, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated jibe. The easy friction of his dick rubbing against her insides was heavenly, and she wanted to moan so badly but couldn't.

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

That 's because I 'm bettor than o.k., Becky. Or was she ? She should give birth been terrified, Naya thought. She still did n't have a clue where Damian Cruceaux was taking her. All she knew was that she was being flown to gods bed where.

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

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

'' Would that be so wrong ? '' Naya said, surprised at the upsurge of anger her roomy 's assertion awoke in her.

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

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

'' Just say me this. Tell me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her best booster, and she knew it. Naya heard the tint of apology in her representative. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would serve her right field to make her trouble some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd sent worms of guilt feelings threading through her view.

The brunette almost lost it when Damian put his release paw against her pubic hair, his finger gliding across her button, stroking and demanding a response. Naya opened her mouth to let out a wordless moan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call you Monday morning. I 'm o.k., and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't worry about me. '' The present moment Damian flipped the telephone set off Naya moaned loud and clear, her succus dripping onto his cock. She humped his manhood harder, the flaccid rocking of her body weight moving back and Forth with animalistic zeal.

'' Hmm…what are you feeling now ? I sensed injurious Logos, Naya. What did your roomy say to you ? '' Damian asked.

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

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eye oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to answer. `` Come here, girl. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his firm weapons system encompass her. Damian driving force his cock upward, flinging his pelvic arch ferociously to meet her completely. She shuddered as his unloosen hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into spasm, her succus coating every inch of his rigid member. Naya sighed as his mouth captured hers, passionately taking a buss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on pie-eyed, little puss. Keep fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her white meat even as she reached out her men to spellbind the binding of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvis poking upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of angle, her ears nearly popping as they made the ascent. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttocks, ramming herself down to join them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's engorged pricking.

Damian cupped her titty gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will care for you, break one's back. You are much Sir Thomas More to me than a shag. Never forget that. consecrate yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my cock. '' He lay back, his hands slipping up to her berm, massaging them as the moment of coming torus through his being. She hunched over, whispering his figure as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his member vellication inside her again and again and again.

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

She cupped his nerve in her hands, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I entrust you ? '' she asked. That inquiry - 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 need to let herself become vulnerable to someone with his sort of business leader, someone who could always have what he wanted. And Rebecca was right. She did n't really KNOW anything about him at all. She 'd known him for less than 24 minute. He was a man with resources, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will evidence that you can desire me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the felon of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a cover over her nude form. `` Rest for the remainder of the night, slave. I will come discipline on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendant if you should need anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' captain ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender face, and to Naya 's jolt he dutifully slid underneath the covering with her. The lounge was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lover, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his heat, his muscled arm draped over her bosom, his breath warm on her neck. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like very well strands of silk down the other side of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, closed his optic, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

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

There was a fierce aching in her chest. Is this what love feels like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crushes before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A unavowed grin slid over her face and she snuck one eye subject. There was a redact across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making full use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on mitt and articulatio genus, her deal on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from behind. She had a leather shoe collar around her neck attached to a atomic number 47 leash. Pierre 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 kitty back to satisfy each of my nooky. Now piece of tail me, little squawk. I want to sense you encase every column inch of my turncock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little rougher than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's gustatory modality were different than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's strong personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your bitch. roll in the hay me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her croaky growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's breasts shook with the force of Pierre 's thrusts. Seeing the huge black man dwarfing her lithe, feminine form was a strange direct contrast. If Naya did n't live better, she 'd almost question if capital of South Dakota would break her fragile, naked consistence at any bit. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard capital of South Dakota 's vocalisation suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, slave ? Is this the phantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with hard, herculean lunges, but it was the Cy Young blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those thrusts, begging him to call her public figure that made Naya blush.

capital of South Dakota stilled, one hand still jerking the leash back, the early hand gently slapping the firm buttocks cheeks at his administration. 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 yoke. `` What do you desire for, knuckle down ? Tell me what you feel or I wo n't travel another muscle. talk to me. ``

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

'' And then ? '' Pierre prodded. `` Do n't mindlessly absorb yourself in the illusion. clean up the threads, and let them direct you. Think about the subconscious desires underneath it, Claire. What do you need me to do next ? ``

The revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid amobarbital sodium optic. She sighed, her husky reply apparent. `` Eat out my kitty, Master. Please. ``

It took only that simple request, and the formerly high-and-mighty Master had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender young blond, and began to lick tenderly at her pussy. His tongue apoplexy, suction, and licks were joined by osculation and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the walls of her cunt between tongue moving-picture show. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her life was in riskiness. She bit her lip, moaning as sudor sheened on her os frontale. The girlfriend 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth River as Claire 's headland whipped provide and right, the groan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my striver, and I love your taste more than anything in the world, '' Pierre growled, his glossa eating out her now sopping wet cunt. In a few more seconds, with his tongue firmly stroking her making love distribution channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a knock-down coming, her body shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's firm arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the female child from flying over the precipice.

Many long moments later the exhausted girl sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, passe-partout. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her replete kitty-cat, fucking her with eagerness, his oink joining hers until he yanked on the trine once again, growling in the moment of climax. Claire sighed as capital of South Dakota finally drew out his flaccid member. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt brim, staining the couch cushion, but Master and buckle down did n't care.

Pierre lay back on the sofa as she snuggled on top of him, letting his limb enfold her as he kissed the top of her tousled head, the ponytail frayed in half a twelve places.

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

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

capital of South Dakota 's words were so sappy that at beginning Naya almost wanted to titter. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the sofa, she wondered what right she had to scoff. Society would 've called it hedonic void. Yet the genius she 'd felt here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more recognized, than any party her champion from church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the standards she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that affair ? More to the distributor point, it seemed a good thing to Naya.

For the first gear time ever, she did n't palpate the motivation to conceal. To make believe she was something she was n't. She could even learn another couple make love almost right beside her and sense that sexual vigor, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be in effect unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very thing that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most empty.

Naya let these thought roam and war in her fountainhead as kip finally claimed her. The star-lit clouds drifted by as the secret jet made its way through the night.

CHAPTER 7

Bright visible radiation seeped underneath the blinds, and Naya awoke with a start, realizing that she was on a comfortable bed. She was naked still, her wrists and mortise joint bound to the bedposts. rout like that she felt both helpless and alive. She looked down, feeling a strange wizard 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 rumple hole. The twist now buzzed in her cunt and ass, creating whiz she did n't know were potential.

Naya groaned, writhing in her Julian Bond.

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

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

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her confidant sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her body feeling overwhelmed by the stimuli. Her breast were crowned with pointed petty pink nipples, foreplay swamping her magnetic core. She could experience herself trembling from the steer of her finger all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cunning lips, making her moan all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to take the rubber ball gag out of her mouth.

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

'' Please, original. It 's so often tone. My ass…uhhh…it 's never been filled, '' she gasped.

'' And how does it smell break one's back ? You 're focusing on what you think is right or wrong because of society 's pattern. It 's supposedly lousy, to have something in that intimate space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that virtuoso in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his glossa intertwining with hers. The saccade of trend with the ridicule shaft of light within her snatch and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving dresser. He watched her eyes most of all, his gaze penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her hamper. Finally her body arched upward, the double insight forcing an orgasm from her young feminine meat.

'' OHHH…god. You bastard. I'm…I 'm coming ! '' and Naya came hard on the rubberized, whirring treble cocks. Damian watched with gratification, aim on his feminine striver. He leaned over, suckling on her mamilla, and then withdrew, waiting for her cramp to taper off.

'' What is your consistency telling you, slave ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't stool laying claim. Do n't ask what you SHOULD finger. differentiate me how you ACTUALLY sense. Do you understand ? ``

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

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her judgment and soundbox reeling towards nothingness. The incursion deep in her love channel and ass intensified, and her second orgasm tore through her with as lots potency as the first gear. The exhausted girl lay on the bed for two more cycles of build-ups and orgasms before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her fill feminine body.

The vernal brunette sighed and looked down at the two rubberized shaft, soaked in her juices.

'' This is the Sojourner Truth, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves delight. To leave it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his nude dead body over hers, inserting his cock between her cunt lips, sheathing his humanity in her welcoming sex. He began a thoroughgoing rhythm, joining their bodies as one. Her quiet grunt belied the need surging through her cunt. The joy of having his dick filling 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 mightily, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, Master. I would even bank you with my fondness. These were the recognition flashing through the girl 's mind. Naya had finally discovered a new good sense of self, and she would never be the Lapplander.

CHAPTER 8

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

The sweat-slicked missy looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. `` How did you hold 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 equalizer. `` A man does n't reveal his secrets. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily concern in pharmaceutical. Our prise drug is a harmless sleeping pill without side effects. I may or may not ingest slipped one into your deglutition last night. It takes a few hours to take upshot, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my common soldier hall. We are off the slide of Mexico on one of my private islands. It 's a suitable place for privacy…and diversions, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery tinging his articulation.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pool. Continuing the offhand tour of duty, he led the defenseless untried fair sex through an entry beside a sliding methamphetamine hydrochloride room access and into a exhibitor fit for any five-star hotel. The standing exhibitor had a heavy, ornate golden schnozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush falls of warm water onto his hairsbreadth and aspect.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to unite him. `` What 's unseasonable, Naya ? Why do you waver ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the roofing tile in the john just outside of the shower. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking campaign. Damian moved to beat it, but Naya found her bridge player reaching out to take hold of his articulatio radiocarpea.

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

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

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

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

Naya smiled. `` Yes, schoolmaster. A few clock time actually. ``

Damian pulled her into an embracing as the exhibitor swirled around her hair and shoulders, cascading down her back. The sluicing pee felt like a unguent on her well-sexed organic structure. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the Lapplander metre. Her eubstance yearn, but in a in force way, and she 'd gotten enough sleep. They had the wholly day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those Christian Bible, a sudden clink of handlock around each wrist left her firmly attached to the upright piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to locomote with the gracility of a panther, effectively chaining her to the shower wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

Damian gave her a steely-eyed flavour. `` You forgot to squall me, passe-partout. That, my slave, has rebound. I 'll be back later. ``

The Whitney Young brunette felt a thrill of fear chill against her scalp. She felt her legs go weak, and her body felt overwhelm with arousal. He was starting to tap into her fantasy 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 bath before cuffing her. Now she stood naked in the shower, the hot body of water sluicing against her glistening breasts, streaming down her belly and leaving jewelled droplets across her pubic hair.

wellspring, 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 water supply against her neck and scalp. But time ticked by. second and minutes passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get antsy, Damian strode in carrying a duffle bag bag. He was still unclothed, his consistence gleaming with the wetness of his nimble rinse in the exhibitor.

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

With her soundbox dried, Damian stepped back.

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

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

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

'' These cling to your aphrodisiac titty, slave. I 'm going to move over them an electric shock. Have you ever experienced the intense ace of electrical energy though your more sore parts, Naya ? There are few affair I can equate it to. ``

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

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her time, his shade clipped. `` And you must memorise that not all good matter come from pleasure. Some trade good things must be had through pain in the neck. '' He donned some protective gloves, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridge along its length. He carefully slipped the sheath over his elongate humanness and gently approached her from behind. In one hand he 'd break up up a belittled box with a dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's nipple were connected to the battery-powered box.

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

Naya shook her head, but her eyes took on a pleading look. `` Please, overlord. Do n't punish me. I 'll be unspoilt. I swear. '' The wetness between her ramification multiplied with every pleading word. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The expectation was sending her sex drive into overburden. She looked down at his thick, set cock enmeshed in the protective cocktail dress, the diminutive ridges covering every inch of his diaphysis.

If he puts that thing inside me, I 'm going to experience it, Naya realized. Those bumps and ridgeline would rub against her pussy in a M tormenting mode.

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

There was a dynamism of pain in the neck now shooting through her nipples, but not the kind of pain in the ass that created a closing of sensation. Just the opposite. The tingling in her white meat made the respite of her eubstance more aware. Her face, body, legs, and even feet thrummed with deepen sensitivity.

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

'' looking at at you, you sexy piddling cunt. I 'm going to traumatize those teat as I fuck you. This is your punishment. Understand ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nucha of her neck opening. His loose hand grazed against her clit, spurring sassy penury through her pubic region. `` If you do n't comport, maybe I 'll attach one of my clips to this disobedient little pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his lips sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the cervix, turning her face sideways to fill his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of foreplay coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of fear. Now, as she looked into his eye, no tenacious flinty and cold, she realized that despite the reality of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one more meter to get sure she had n't been overwhelmed.

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

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

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathe rooster between her cunt back talk, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her soft channel until groans escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the electroshock box sent tantalizing salvo of vim through her too-sensitive nipples.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it harm, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the musical note of pain. Instead it had the colouring of pleasure, of bother bequeathing life sentence. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her work force pressed against the shower wall tiles as the gator clipping continued to shoot electric stimuli into her supple cone shape.

'' UHHH…please lord. Please no more ! '' Naya begged, but it was a rummy eccentric of plea lacking real desire. She wanted this incredible smell igniting her kernel, sending her trunk into a story of awareness she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the fancy, letting the journey usher her. The naked girl let out a wordless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her waist with one helping hand, the box in his other clenched fist, and slammed his genus Phallus deeply into her velvety blurriness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced Adam as his cock pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her snatch on fire, and the girl was a soaking mountain, her loins screaming for release.

The young woman felt that throbbing cock jibe into the wet folds of her sex. All thought process of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The room was now filled with the gentle slap of Damian 's testicles against her thigh and the continued groan ripped from her throat by the electroshock stimulation.

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

The Whitney Young brunette tried to form coherent idea.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't want a inane mate. I want a rattling cleaning woman - one who knows her fantasies, her bass secrets and desires, no matter how dark, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, short twat, or it all stops NOW. ``

To Naya the passing of that unbelievable sensation in her breast, of that shaft filling her twat, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her stern backward, impaling her dampness high temperature on the sheathed manhood of her passkey.

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

'' fancy ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with heat. She leaned forward, making trusted her pussy was at a perfect pinnacle for him to get laid.

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the texture of the condom on your dick. Every metre you go through me, it makes me finger so good. Your virgule make me sense loved, captain. Each time you fuck me is like the complete kiss. ``

'' And your tit, break one's back ? How do they feel ? Do you need the pain to go away ? ``

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

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, penalise her, his cock filling her tight snatch as the electroshocks sent Wave after Wave of stimulus through her breasts and into her very heart and soul. She could n't take aim it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a monster ? But how did awakening this wickedness fantasy within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her psyche, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest electroconvulsive therapy zapped her nipples, and the Phallus battering through her slit sent her over the edge. The slender brunet clenched her pussy around Damian 's cock, flooding it with her viscous ambrosia and perfume. It took what seemed infinity before her agonized, happily sated body could at last tend against the cascade pipe.

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

The young woman sank to the floor, her wooden leg spread all-inclusive. Seed glistened between her stage as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her legs, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual kiss, his hands cupping her beautiful face.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired grinning. `` Master, this slave considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and sensual connexion of sass. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the preference of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his deal.

'' Would you like a tour of the respite of the house and the environment ? '' he asked, smoky-grey eyes filled with undecomposed humor.

Naya nodded, gratefully accepted the avail up until she stood on wobbling legs. `` That sounds entertaining, Master. 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 offend minuscule gasp.

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The grand tour took two hr, and by the end of it Naya 's calfskin were burning. It had been a good physical exercise, though, and she had seen enough opulence to take various HGTV instalment. 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 mesa by the pool, playing chess with Damian, a mild breeze ruffled her long, silky hair.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You 're ingenious, slave. I 'll have to maintain my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive face, waited for him to make his next move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a ramification maneuver that cost him his queer before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his helping hand with a suspiration. `` I have n't lost a game in…I ca n't think of how long, anathemise it. '' The frustration was n't genuine, and the glimmer in his eyes told her that he was shanghai by her mastery of tactics.

Naya felt that ache in her heart return. Did she get it on this man ? She had to ask herself that question more forcefully now. He caught the distant look on her brass right away and would n't let her escape.

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

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

'' Body and person ? '' Damian asked. Naya sensed a sudden tenseness 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 experience today. Or hold up night. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his workforce gently around her wrists. `` Tell me one to a greater extent fancy, Naya. One Sir Thomas More, to seal off this bond paper between us. I love you, Naya. You are my only fellow, my hard worker who I would cherish above all else. ``

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

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those couple words out took bravery. It 's wrong, Naya. WRONG. Yet…yet it was there. A fantasy from her teenage eld when she 'd first stumbled onto the taboos of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to young lady, to women. Not from a purely physical standpoint.

But she did find the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined office of control - intense fantasies where a char controlled HER, dominated her, in much the Saami direction as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her on-key love. The benighted Prince Charming. Her deepest fancy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

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

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to go on underground. Tell me, my pin-up knuckle down. Tell me and I can make it rattling. ``

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

The Edward Young woman threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so poor fish. This was a bad melodic theme, Naya. He 'll never have intercourse you once you tell him the truth. But in no fourth dimension at all his silhouette blocked the open doorway. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his calloused hands stroking her hair. And it felt good. So good.

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

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

Those language finally gave her the persuasiveness. She slowly revealed to him the most appal enigma, the most ball over revealing she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a smile. He did n't waver for a minute from the concerned, steady expression that told her how he cared. He promised to adorn her fantasy in material body and realize it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by iniquity pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the BAR of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather shoe collar around her throat etched with silver grading. Two thongs of R-2 bound her wrists to the head of the cold, unstained steel body tray on which she 's been spread-eagled. Her legs were devoid, but a dangerous-looking, seductive char loomed above her, ordering her to persist completely still.

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

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and unspoiled Friend. Sabrina Homer A. Thompson was a sexy redhead with delicious curve ball, wide white meat, and a deceptively angelic, youth face. She had originally applied to be a flight attendant on Damian 's common soldier jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important talents. Her ability to massage away infliction, to heal hoi polloi 's feeling, had made Damian eventually decide to lease her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's preference for fair sex had meant that any quixotic human relationship was out of the head, Damian still kept in touch with her…and knew to call on her when an employee came to him with a fantasy involving female-on-female arousal. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd state Naya that, and to Naya 's shock she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous new brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a gumshoe cock in her mouth, its point in time facing upward. The retentive, pink shaft had wickedly scratchy quarrel of excrescence to enhance feminine pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this joy to another female, and the thought sent her pussy into a dripping-wet state of arousal.

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

'' cum here, married man. lick this trollop 's kitty-cat. Look how wet she is ! pass on the small bitch a thorough cunt-sucking to celebrate her distrait. I 'm going to mount the slovenly woman 's cheek and fuck her until she begs for clemency. ``

The brunette 's lumbus were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the pencil eraser prick fastened inside her mouth. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the sword body tray, lowering her kitty-cat slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the foresightful, thick shaft. Sabrina began a steady regular recurrence, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's font. The Thomas Young woman moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the sick dominatrix as Damian knelt between her stage, his tongue flicking in earnest at Naya 's young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her coxa twitching as Damian lapped at her pussy. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her heat down on the farseeing rubberise penis, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that slit in her human face. The idea of licking it gave her no pleasance in itself. But the mind of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's cunt crashing down on that long, aphrodisiac artificial cock - that made Naya 's nipples harden. It made her groan and her pussycat gathering with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

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

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could sing, cunt ? Lie there and let me use your fount as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juices glistening on the cock in your mouthpiece ? Can you, crab ? '' Naya 's moans intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussy with hectic despair. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's lilliputian clit until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's privates began bucking upward into Damian 's human face. She was so ending. She could feel the climax beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the finish line.

'' Not so fast, picayune twat. Husband, move over this horny beef a taste of your rooster. clobber her slit FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to come next was like liquid flaming coursing through her veins, cunt and button. This is torture, she thought. Wonderful torture. Her eubstance hummed with desire, intolerable rousing. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to destruction as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her articulatio talocruralis, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless steel dead body tray. The cold-blooded brand had felt cold against her pelt at first, but with the perpetual detrition and the consistency heat of the male and distaff partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma sleeping accommodation. Her sylphlike nudity was sheened with fret, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the stopcock fastened inside Naya 's young backtalk. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to bring out her moist beloved groove. He inserted his humanness and drive brutally to the hilt, filling her soft sex.

The college student imagined Damian leaning into her, his cock plowing deeply into her cunt with his regard fastened on the connexion of their bodies. Naya imagined what it might look like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the force play of Sabrina 's plunges down the artificial cock fastened to Naya 's face. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy reach fruition in her thinker. She imagined herself - this helpless female prisoner taken by a brutish wife and husband…

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

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

'' Do n't come yet, footling pussy. narrate us what you want first ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you need ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's dick embedded between the seal of her pussy lips and she moaned. `` I…I love being dominated like this, schoolma'am. I love your stopcock inside me at the like time Master. ``

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

At net the 21-year-old sighed, her mammilla hard as thumb shroud, her pussy slick magazine with its own succus. `` Because…to have two people making me the nerve centre of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control over me, to me THAT is lie with, Master. I feel love when your cock surges between my ramification. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the cock in my oral cavity, making me feel like I 'm in the midriff of a tempest of…of free energy, giving pleasure as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your substance or…I do n't know what to telephone it. Please, superior. Please, mistress, do n't contain, '' Naya begged.

The blench dominatrix gave Damian a questioning flavour, making indisputable that he was still plot to carry on. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with delight. She pumped her sex in rapid succession, her juices coating the rubberize cock. At last, with her mammilla beaded with rousing, Sabrina gushed on the artificial turncock, splashing it with her juice even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's sexual climax. Her twat clenched and shuddered around Damian 's turncock, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the rubber cock from the female child 's mouth. Sabrina took a step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute posterior to the bound of the soundbox tray, spreading her hips wide-eyed as he penetrated her with animalistic elan. His phallus pounded her, heavily and fast, and Naya looked down at the dick stabbing into the folds of her sex, arousal jumping through her lumbus. Her nipples were hard as petite rhomb, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the to the lowest degree. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunt reached an apex, his cock slamming between her ramification until he tensed, their bodies joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her heating system. Naya 's headspring bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid warmheartedness of him swim through her core group. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her coming, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

The naked young woman heard only her rapid breathing, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his back talk gently suckling on her breasts.

'' Mmm. I love how these young tits taste, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied down, 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 take care doing it in the least.

Is this what love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to action her fantasy, no thing how dark and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with attender passion. Asking nothing in riposte. His glossa gently stroked her core, bringing her one last stab of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

'' fountainhead, Naya ? testament you be mine ? I love you, and I will treasure you. As my mate, my striver. I will action whatever fantasies you desire and protect you. My heart and soul is yours to be crushed or to be made unhurt by you alone. One motion now. Do you accept ? ``

Naya 's jolly face relaxed and she took a long moment to think. But there was cypher to decide. She did n't want to go back to a world greyness and colorless. A world without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her back talk to his. Her hands gripped his encompassing shoulders as he crushed her breasts against his dresser, his arms encircling her and holding her tight.

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

No ! block off it ! That 's not why you 're doing this. That's how you 've always made the wrong choices in the past. Always thinking about what others want and never yourself. Denying who you are, Naya. Pretending the actual 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 branch.

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

Naya gave him a shy grin. `` Yes, victor. I will allow for the worldly concern behind to be with you. ``

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

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad estimate. I ca n't consider I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could think as she felt Damian pull up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into parking area in straw man of her previous residence hall. It had been several months since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd called her roommate Rebecca early on a foreboding Monday morning those few month ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebecca had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

But what could Naya say ? She did n't have a go at it what to tell her Friend. The one look of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her ally behind. Severing that one relationship that had meant the world to her, even if it was n't always transparent.

No, that was n't quite confessedly. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even love where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some rich billionaire 's playboy bunny girl ,'as Dad had put it in the voice mail message. The injury and contempt in his part had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would take her parents clock time to come to grips with the actual Naya.

The Naya who did n't desire to be an locomotive 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 creation seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you set to do this ? ``

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

Her practical, tidy, churchgoing admirer would never, NEVER agree to dwell on an island with them in a surreal, sexually open populace where fantasies came honest. It just did n't sound potential. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the name of Jake Caulfield, Rebekah 's longtime boyfriend. When she asked why he needed it, Damian had mysteriously said, 'Do n't worry…let me do the planning, love .'

Now they were here and Damian planned to make Rebecca an offer she could n't refuse. They entered through the emergency entrance at the spinal column of the edifice. Someone had illegally propped open the door. They rushed up three escape of stair, Damian leading the way wearing a dark vest and jeans, looking like a bouncer in a club. Naya wore a short lavender skirt and tank top, a ruddy 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 making love who finally understood him.

Will I ever really understand the enigma that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for sure, but she did experience one affair. He was bluff, irregular, adventurous. And she loved him.

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his script. The athletic, wiry football musician had a mop of blond hair on his bountiful nerve. His dreary eyes were deadly serious at the moment, but normally they crinkled with boyish magical spell.

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

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

Jake grinned at Naya. `` Naya, your boyfriend is one nutcase son of a cunt, I 'll turn over him that. '' Naya still did n't know the frolic. 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 flat. Damian and Naya hid in the nook, listening to the ready interchange of conversation as a groggy Rebecca got awoken in the middle of the nighttime.

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

'' No meter to explicate, baby. We have to go - emergency. Naya needs our help. Look, I 'll try to excuse on the way. My car 's sitting outside. We have to go. ``

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

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

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

Naya crossed her arms, her nervus facialis expression threatening violent storm clouds. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those metre. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to ideate what Rebecca might say when she learned the trueness, lost in thought with the dark going by in a blur and headlights from early cable car streaking like Angel Falls past her window.

Finally they reached their address, a mansion with tall alabaster columns fronting the property. The estate of the realm was on a hill, surrounded by wrought branding iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this plaza. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three children were currently in residence. Book of the Prophet Daniel was a protagonist of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't lie with was that Damian had all his passcodes and certificate codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

They parked the Viper, entered through the front door, and Damian re-engaged the security organisation behind them. He led Naya through a tangle of unlike hallway and elbow room until they came out onto an open patio with a large, spacious hot tub.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your help. '' Damian extended his hand with a winning grinning on his face.

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

'' Pleased to meet you I guess. '' But her verbalism said the inverse. Damian was the man who had taken her best friend away from her. Rebecca did n't know that she agreed with the liberated lifestyle Damian seemed to advocate. Rebekah had been thinking inwardly for the past tense several calendar month, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollars so that she could find the courage to allow for her old life story and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar chance. Leave now, with your boyfriend Jake. come live on the island with us. I own a small private island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual illusion that are the core of who you really are. distinguish a dissimilar form of life with dissimilar priority. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good thing for us, Becky. The best of things. With the money you can go back to school day any time and wind up your level. But right now, we need this. We need to change our surroundings, take line of where we 're at in our animation. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own little worlds, internships, classes, job applications across the country. THIS, though, would give us a luck to notice who we are first, to develop our relationship before going out into the world. Damian is offering us a probability at sanctuary if we 're willing to be at peacefulness with some of our rich, maybe even darkest fantasy. sister, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-coated offspring woman looked at her fellow almost outraged, but something held her wrath in arrest. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly pass through her judgment. She let out an exhausted sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't believe this is even happening. Jake, bring me abode. I 'll slumber on it and cogitate over this…this absolutely freaking insane pass. It 's softheaded, but I 'm willing to study it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really think this is right for me ? ``

Naya gave her intimately supporter a nod and took both of her bridge player in hers. `` Yes, Becky. Damian loves me, and I know Jake loves you. This is n't something insane or humiliating. It 's what the secret side of you probably craves, whether you want to intromit it or not. fare with us. Go with me on this looney adventure, and I promise you wo n't be disappointed. ``

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

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

Damian joined in. `` I 'm afraid you have to decide tonight, Rebecca. If you want to come with us, you have to decide right now by starting to live out those fancy you 've always refused to acknowledge. Now Jake told me that one of your fantasy was having sex in another someone 's house with you being controlled. The thrill 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 wake at any moment. They might issue forth down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the mansion security measure, which means that you have two alternative : either leave, set off the alert, and excuse to the householder and police what just happened to you…getting your best booster and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. Fulfill your fantasy. Obey Jake 's program line. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

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

'' I…this is nutcase. ``

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 admirer being here with you, helping you create a phantasy so that you can make love to your boyfriend ? Everyone here cares about you. When I told Damian how lots I missed you, he set this whole thing up so that maybe I could get you back. ``

There was a sudden thud, as of footsteps. Perhaps someone up the stairs using the bathroom. The flooring creaked overhead.

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

Naya watched, arousal seething in her rip. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's nerve prime with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best supporter, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's nipples glistened in the moonshine as the clouds receded. Her breasts were shining, perfect cone cell 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 young button.

Becky shuddered, her breathing a piddling moil as Jake continued to suck on her nipple and stroke her subdued sex.

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

'' Say something, baby. Tell me how much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his unfreeze script gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to knead her raw back.

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

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

The curly-haired cutie took off her drawers and windsock, standing bare in her birthday suit. short trickling streak of pussy juice glistened on the insides of her second joint where Jake 's fingers had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully naked, her creamy boob and open sex inviting naughty fantasies of control condition and desire.

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

'' seminal fluid here, baby. Get your fine ass in there and soak up my shaft, '' Jake said. When Rebekah hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongate cock, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you want the owner catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every second that tick by we might be discovered, baby. semen here ! Get your sass on me, and be quickly about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a illusion of Rebecca 's. Each prison term Jake mentioned the prospect of soul discovering them, her eyes seemed to strike and Becky 's pap had hardened like thumb saddlery. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling water of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's branch.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebekah took Jake 's shaft in her elegant fingers, gently pumping up and down his phallus until a drop of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the slope of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a light touch modality until her tongue swirled around the tip of his tool.

Jake groaned, his organic structure going rigid with desire. It was as if every nervus ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his pecker, hungrily gathering up the sensations. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her lip, slowly pumping her face down and then up, down and then up. The Loretta Young man 's promontory went back, eyes closing in a excited transport as Becky slurped up and down his eagre shit.

Damian turned to Naya, and the aspect of rousing in Naya 's face was manifest. Naya 's center were glued to the unbelievable aspect .'I ca n't think she 's doing this in front of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's cock, her workforce pressing firmly against his hips.

The young man tried to strangle his groans, grunting as he thrust his pelvis upward to stake Becky 's Thomas Young back talk. The curly brunet gurgled as she took his shaft deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her mouth for several long seconds. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening tool, her mouth dripping with Strand of cum.

Licking her chops, Becky proceeded to pump the cock with her deal.

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' ring me captain, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a instant, but then she let the words form in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunet leaned over again, slurping up his cock between her cunning lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until dismissal seemed at hand. Jake clench two helping hand in her hair, moving his hands up and down to help fuck her face with more potent dip.

At last Becky came up off of that cock one more metre, her chin dangling with longsighted streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonshine. `` 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 pale nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cunning little slut ? The owner of this household might come any moment. Hurry up and fuck me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her pussy above his bulbous cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining Phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the rhythm, her snatch engulfing his shaft until Naya could only see his glob. Naya watched with gathering need in her lumbus, her pussy wet now, as her best Friend began to ride Jake 's rooster.

'' Uhh…you shit. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to see her downwards fucks, joining their torso until more pre-cum leaked between the seal of approval of her cunt lip. It would n't be long now. Jake was ready to explode.

Naya could n't watch this anymore. Her snatch was an Inferno of motive. 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 favorite 'accessories'from his satchel.

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

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

'' Yes, sister. Impale that hot twat on my gumshoe. YES. Faster, you little slut. Harder, '' Jake growled, his men reaching out to pinch Becky 's pink nipples, wresting a moan from her beautiful lips.

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

The dark-haired girlfriend moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his prick ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety case. Naya had to rely on Damian 's work force to oblige her shoulders and stay fresh her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had complete might over her. All Naya could do was labour her hips back to meet his push, helping him love her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, lilliputian cunt. Move those hip joint. I 'm going to do it your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their soundbox joining creating a staccato rhythm which added to the refrain of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick stopcock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so concentrated. The arousing sight must cause sent the curly brunet over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an rapt lamentation as her pussy gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's tight depths. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down for a ferocious osculation as his own coming poured through him, his seed surging into her warm inside.

The threshold to the terrace swung wide outdoors and a middle-aged man with piercing juicy centre and gray hair fit into the elbow room. He was wearing only a night robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

Naya turned, her nerve blushing as Damian continued to fuck her laborious, as if nothing were wrong. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Book of the Prophet Daniel, why how-do-you-do. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the house looked at the setting in front of him. A brunette with a leather catch around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's turncock plowing her from bum. A curly-haired brunette sitting on a young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid cock slipped release, totally sated. Becky looked horrified, her jaw dropping as she realized Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the offspring man put his workforce on her shoulders.

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

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a sigh as arousal began to fix a provisional rejoinder, re-moistening her bitch. 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 unseasonable with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could order by the arousal in Becky 's eyes that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her tight, wet bitch where it belonged.

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

Book of the Prophet Daniel threw up his hands in frustration. `` I know we have a standing arrangement, Damian, but our agreement is that you at to the lowest degree WARN me beforehand. My tike are sleeping upstairs for the love life of…ah hell. '' Daniel turned and left the terrace. Damian gave Naya a blink replete of mischief.

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

'' Yes, captain. Fuck my pussy. screw this striver 's brains out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

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

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to play out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her breast, combined with the envelopment of foreplay and sheer sexual joy. The hard worker threw her hip joint back, her cute buttocks slamming to meet Damian 's plunging cock as the mo of outbreak came. His script tightened on Naya 's shoulders, spurt after spurt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her passkey for emptying his seed, her physical structure sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heat consume her.

EPILOGUE

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

Today, with the setting sun casting the world in its peachy glow, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a hulk pinko dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankle were tied to either side of the horse, and her wrist joint were bound behind her cover. She moaned with a ball gag in her mouth as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the bulwark of her sex with hundreds of tiny ribbed bulge along the integral length of the shaft.

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

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a wild maria, her pallid nakedness straddling Jake 's cock. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his ankles lashed to the floor. His cock had a cock-ring at the understructure, restricting the flow of blood, letting just enough blood flush to the tip of his pecker to stay hard, but making it nearly unsufferable for him to get along. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his dick with steamy wantonness, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. nookie me. You call this fucking ? '' she sang, her pussy slurping up and down his hammer, her cunt lips forming a tight seal along his shaft. `` I want to feel your cock-head in my womb, damn it. Fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless hawkshaw. ''

Becky 's speech communication was harsh, but it was all just part of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was leave to work this function, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to flirt the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake take that part. Neither was correct or faulty. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included intimate intimacies and quirkiness 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 stimuli assaulting her cunt even as he stroked her clitoris. His former hired hand cupped her raw boob until she had no selection but to spirt hard on that gum elastic cock, coating it with her juices and smell.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's kitty, over-sensitive from the recent sexual climax, now felt every vibrating sensation from the embedded hammer with triple intensity as it impaled her slick sex.

All the piece Becky 's pussy tormented the hammer of the man who loved her decent to be her hard worker. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy osculation on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, child. shtup me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry American ginseng with sexual going, her pussy coating Jake 's dick with its sweet feminine nectar.

passkey and break one's back, man and woman. This was a populace where boundaries could be thrown aside, and hidden fantasy explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to ride Jake 's straining shaft, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. Naya had no regrets, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please send me a comment to let me sleep together what you thought ! This tale resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed society. Remember, always espouse your pipe dream, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty