CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing face of her roommate. It had n't been the initiative fourth dimension she 'd seen Rebecca sacrifice 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'affair to do. But this is shady, and if I may say, more than a little creepy. I mean, what do you really have a go at it about this guy ? ``

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mysterious as his picture show suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her seemed misanthropical, the eyes hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too a great deal. He was at to the lowest degree a decade her senior, but his lean face had somehow retained the charm of a much younger man. Damian 's eyes were smoky grey. His figure was compact, and even under the dark violet dress shirt, muscular tissue rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. adventuresome, overt to possibility, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one eve with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire enterpriser. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an even and, if you play your identity card right, Damian might just keep you for a while. Offering : $ 2 million the first dark. Price transferrable after that. Do you make bold ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might have got called her petite from a distance, but she had noticeable breaking ball and a body that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one stopping point time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless disgraceful dress. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black hair that hung in wavy lushness a good few inches past her articulatio humeri. Lithe and acrobatic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the runway team at Triton University. She was also a older studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a softer version of Naya. Rebekah 's short, curly hairsbreadth and mischievous eyes were always looking for the side by side buffoonery to run. But now they were unusually grave, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that horrific online advertisement.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just severalise me why ? We 're going to fine-tune in a few more calendar month. Is this, like, some last dolt stunt you think you need to do before you become a creditworthy adult ? Because I promise you, there are less stupid slipway to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't hump WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a consecutive Orcinus orca for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to tell her the truth. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR aspiration, not hers. Now that she was so shut down to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt empty. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her sense active. She did n't require to think about the future, at least not for the sentence being. Running across the online ad in an bedim forum had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. nutcase or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to take in what she hoped might be the night of her spirit, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

The evening began as Naya had hoped. Just on time, 8PM, and the synodic month already hanging in the sky like a giant picket Frisbee, the sleek, sinister limousine pulled up to the curb near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the bridle with her, wearing a much less dressy jean and a tank car top. She gave her friend a goodbye hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take caution of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. Understand ? '' Naya looked into her friend 's touch eyes, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roomie. This was her estimable ally, and she was touched how worried Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupid. I promise to be careful. making love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. cry that boyfriend you 've been pining for the finale few days, '' she said with a grinning, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to give her a lick in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed device driver opened the room access for Naya, and the college scholar got in before Rebecca could search encourage retribution. She waved at her friend as the number one wood got back in, started up the engine, and tug them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pivot and needles. A brightness level rain began to fall down, making the mineral pitch and construction glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of magic. Wow, what a corny intellection. Do n't let your jitters make you say something dolt tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dream she 'd harbored for a magical evening tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her full ? Would her honorable be even close to good enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to allay the tensity by making small-scale public lecture.

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

Naya frowned. The first tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a singular rendition of Rebecca 's articulation. As the hour ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of outright fear. Nearly 45 minutes passed before Naya was ready to bang on the segmentation and requirement that 'Pierre'stop the vehicle and separate her where the Hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding clear, and the limo eased out of the rain, pulling to a stop in a wide warehouse flooring flooded with light.

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

There were rows of beautiful Edward Young women. Many of them wore lean dress, others wore pieces of large elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the rhetoric of the scrubs and heaviness of the composition, were trying very hard to look More mature than their years.

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

A redheaded woodpecker on Naya 's early side was wearing a sparkly unripened tank top and black slacks embroidered with course of bright beads. She turned with a critical look in her emerald heart. `` A skank is still a skank, no issue how fine the clothes, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged part on an assemblage line. Naya opened her back talk, shocked at the woman 's rudeness.

'' Do n't interest about her, honey. You know what they say about redheads…and this one 's got the personality of a papal bull dog…which I 'm sure Mr. Cruceaux will detect sooo attractive, '' The blonde woman in the red clothes interjected, taking Naya by the wrist joint and turning her in the other direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't jazz quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the inside information of the blond adult female 's expression. Her fairly blue optic were panoptic and inexperienced person now, but mo before they 'd been feisty and crisp.

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

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

'' Yeah, I know it IS a little over the top. Even though I do n't fit the speechless blond stereotype, sometimes I like to play appearances and see how much hoi polloi assume. You can discover 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 fingers. Too latterly she realized that maybe she was being too intimate with Claire and just a bit assumptive, but the blonde little 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 elegant fingers along the silk trim of her gorgeous smutty dress. `` Damn, fair sex. This hugs your figure like the gown of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get dot for flashiness, but you 've got a lot to a greater extent taste, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this tangible, immediate association, and gave her manus a wring. `` Do you know what 's going to happen next ? '' Naya asked `` Have you ever done something like this before ? ``

Claire shrugged, and the anxiety behind her optic said as practically ; they were both in the same gravy holder.

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

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

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

Claire squeezed back. `` tinker's damn right hand we do. ''

The two stood hand in hand, talking to one another, trying to keep each other 's intent up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the foreign competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 young women in the warehouse. The constant pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the shut up conversations of the young women impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay doors, screeching to a hitch, pennants fluttering with the corporate logo of Cruceaux manufacture apparent, the whole topographic point fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed gentleman who had to be - without any doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its brilliant flatware singlet contrasting sharply against his two assistants'plain clean ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the line of young women as if he had a right to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the gangway of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking surgical gown, his center seemed much less concerned about the physical endowment of the cleaning woman he surveyed than about other tone.

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 heart of each fille he passed. He seemed to evaluate her whole attitude rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to boom, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiousness wrenched at her bosom. She realized her huge blunder, her physical structure tensing in fear.

Claire had to want to look her sexy best in social movement of Cruceaux, and now she had a female child she 'd barely met squeezing her script tightly like a frightened slight Sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too recently to withdraw. Damian had already swept down the aisle to survey them, and his middle had already taken penetrating note of their coupled hands.

What was Claire thought process ? Naya imagined that the blonde cleaning woman was furious with her. She had ruined the Night for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't withdraw the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde adult female first, and then his piercing gaze set its sights on Naya. He seemed to mill about on her glossy, midnight hairsbreadth and the dark drinking chocolate pools of her eyes. His eyes gently caressed the narrow margin of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for good quantity. He settled on her face, and Naya tried to meet his regard. After a few arcsecond, she couldn't.

Her sum began to sink as he began to rick away. But instead these Good Book came out of Damian 's mouth as he spoke to his two assistants.

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

Naya exchanged a quick glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new ally 's eyes. They had done it. They had passed the for the first time test. Claire leaned over, risking a susurration before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the dark begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the urge to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather cushion opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glance that was LE coarse and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the mill floor just minutes earlier. The five o'clock apparition on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous look, complimented well by ash-gray eyes that missed nothing.

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

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

'' A pleasure to match you both. I want you to recognise, that no issue how this evening transpires, you two are quite limited. I wouldn't have asked you to hail if I thought otherwise. ``

The fille shared an uneasy expression. Naya smiled nervously. `` That might be the most interesting way I 've ever been complimented. '' She found herself loosening up a bit despite the foreign way Damian talked. He had an dialect she could n't quite situation, 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 smell filled with warning.

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

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

At last, with the breaking wind picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windshield looking glass, the limousine pulled up to a classy Greek-Italian restaurant. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the glass windows revealed luxuriant tablecloths and vitreous silica ware which would 've looked suitable in nigh multimillion dollar mansions.

It was capital of South Dakota who opened the doorway, but Naya flushed when Damian took her hand, guiding her out onto the pavement as capital of South Dakota snapped open his umbrella. When Claire moved to take after, Pierre softly put up his manus.

'' Forgive me, my lady. You have other plan for the night. I see the disappointment on your grimace, but do not try the eventide until it 's over. I would not have brought you this far only to abandon you. '' The huge, muscle-bound total darkness man sounded almost chivalrous, and his optic twinkled at Claire in a way that sent blood rushing to her cheeks. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's spunk was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading United States Army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so ladies who had tried to be his this nighttime, he had picked HER. Naya spread her workforce on either side of her, a stripe of self-aware awareness surfacing with a vengeance. She was cognizant of the ruby pendent at her throat, which was supposed to counterpoint nicely with the shimmering fatal in the garb. She had been going for a decadent look, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her figure and rested on her expression, she had succeeded.

'' You are a mesmerizing woman, Naya. Now that we 've passed through some of the pleasantries and set about to be intimate each other a little, my Bob Hope is that this dinner can be somewhat more…intimate. Do you have it off why you 're here ? ``

To percentage a bed with a billionaire unknown, enjoying a night of passion and inordinateness without rue ? That might have been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the starting time place, but it did n't sound so impressive now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the table edge, almost ashamed that she had no unmediated response.

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

'' What ? '' She was taken off sentry duty. His eyes seemed to spark, as if he enjoyed this a niggling, but his side remained deadly serious.

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a girl with a one-dimensional personality. You 're a Pres Young woman looking for something to a greater extent out of life sentence. More than what social club says you can be. Tell me I 'm incorrect. ``

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

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

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

'' Because you know you 're mightily. You ARE proper, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others select my dreams for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to trust, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a Dark Prince Charming. In a few calendar month I 'll take my engineering level. Probably a few calendar month after that I 'll have financial independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels void 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 extraordinary risk of acceding to my whimsey and spending the Nox with a man you do n't even live ? ``

Naya took a swig of air, feeling sweat syndicate on the slope between her breast. She was saved by the server, who whisked by to look at their order. After Damian ordered a field glass of red wine-coloured for them both, the waiter vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling gaze on the beautiful feminine object of his intent.

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

'' And ? So far, have you come to any decision ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to get to and gently rub his right paw over her left field. She felt the immediate upsurge of warmth from his palm, and it made her arm tingle.

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

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

The brunet blushed, but she stood her ground. She forced her eyes to duel with his. She WOULD birth an response. `` 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 last condemnation brought up alarming questions in Naya 's mind.

'' The truth is a lot more mundane than you would retrieve, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like family to me. Pierre has been with me for several eld, but has yet to regain the right adult female. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's right, Naya - I was playing matchmaker this even. Pierre trusted me to choose. I 'm a soundly judge of alchemy. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an intimate dinner not unlike this one. ``

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

'' Does that stand for you 're monogamous ? '' she asked bluntly.

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

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the delicious finish saltation on her palate for a few minute before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girl for getting certain ideas after you 've put her in a card with 100 other sexed-up women ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. Fair enough. I guess I do owe you a more mastermind answer about myself. Do you know why monogamy is the eminent pattern of relationship ? ``

Naya shook her head and withdrew her hand. That damnably enjoyable tactile sensation of his hired man rubbing her arm was making it unmanageable to think straight.

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

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

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

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

'' Yet they have, but do n't misunderstand me. I will do anything for the cleaning lady I love. If the cleaning lady I love asks me to take another womanhood to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man read her right in figurehead of me, I could n't deny her even that. There is nothing I will not do for a charwoman, as long as her request does not come tainted by greed. '' The hard logical argument of his jaw had melted into a wry grin. `` Of course, you probably find me an odd mix of traditional romantic fancy and affair more decadent, shadowy and taboo. There are few cleaning woman who have ever understood me. The only one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my middle. ``

The dark-haired girlfriend 's script stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his deal tightly, and her eyes softened. Naya could n't believe that this powerful billionaire sitting before her could ring the opinion of a boy once innocent. He was much more than than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her header.

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

'' What do you want of me then ? Does this mean you want me to be your girlfriend ? That this is about to a greater extent than a night or two of Passion of Christ ? Is this a escort ? ``

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

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

This terminology drew stark agate line in Naya 's psyche and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored colored fantasy. fancy of being taken - sometimes by a pirate king, sometimes by a savage barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably look silly to her acquaintance, and many people would be horrified. But there were real to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the oestrus rushed to her cheeks. She realized that both of his deal had invaded her side of the table, gently grasping her wrist.

'' How does this flavor, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's breathing had quickened. She was sure he could see the rapid salary increase and fall of her chest under the skintight fabric. The sweat along her hilltop had to be detectable too. Her segmentation felt dodgy with sweat, and she wanted to excommunicate her nervousness for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's optic gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rarefied char, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to fuck exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the average of society. Society is superficial and stagnant. I want you to feel alert, to be what you were truly meant to be - society 's opinion be damned. Men and woman think differently. We ARE different. Society forgets that. You, the female person, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do things you may not want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will fuck you and treasure you, but I will also make you MINE. I will advertise you to the limits, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His men still gently clasped her wrists. Even that cultivate level of his control over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

'' Can you handle this ? Can you abide such an arranging ? Because if you ca n't, there is no shame in standing up now and walking away. I wo n't try to give up you. But if you go forward from here, the normal change. I will not regale you with kid glove. I will treat you as the slave you were meant to get. ``

Naya abruptly withdrew her hands, breaking his traction. She flashed him a wicked smile. `` And just what are the rules, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, gallant billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my caseful, year to attend. Preferably ON clock time. ''

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

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

Damian shrugged. `` Then you are liberate to go and I will pay you a class 's salary - $ 200,000. Do we take in an agreement ? ``

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

But the billionaire returned her noetic affirmation with a carefully impassive expression. `` You tell me, girl. You are the one who said you were occupy in something MORE than a one-night standpoint. That is what I now offer. So…what do you make up one's mind, Naya ? What would my cute and aphrodisiacal girlfriend choose ? ``

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

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

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would pass off next. I guess I was wrong, she realized not long after. The limo had come to beak them up, but this time it was a different driver who ushered them into the plunk for seat. Inside, Naya was surprised to see Claire and capital of South Dakota sitting English by side of meat on the plush leather cushions opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every move had the easygoing limberness of a Panthera onca. 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 aggressive driver eventually got them to the highway, and soon they were leaving the urban center behind altogether.

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

She noticed that Claire and Pierre were holding hands. Claire 's fount was almost glowing, as if she was amped up on speed.

'' A small private airport 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 eyes bored into hers.

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

'' landing strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

'' striptease. clothes off. Every shred. Now, Naya. I 'm not asking. ``

Naya felt her dead body go stale. A moment later, though, hotness flooded her vein. The thought of him seeing her completely naked tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a unseasoned woman and a man in a tuxedo. She looked over at the two of them, and her grimace must get shown her shock.

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

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

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

Claire went very still. Her eye flashed to fulfill his. For a endorse she did n't impress, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blonde slowly unbuttoned the spine of her attire, slipped dislodge of the soft satin, and shimmied free of the relaxation of it. She was now in only a vivid crimson bra and panty. succeeding she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric surrender to the story. Claire slowly drew the panty down her scrumptious hips, sliding them gracefully off of her ankle joint. The heels came off then, and there was nothing but birthday suit. Just womanly beauty, naked and plain.

The naked blonde sat beside Pierre, her supple breasts displayed for the other three people in the limousine to admire. The Edward Thatch of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to prognosticate a world of delights.

'' Open your thigh a little wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now look up to her sex, loose and exposed. 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 soul does when they 've just conquered a awe, and it gave Naya an incredible rush.

Before anything Thomas More could be done, Naya found her hand reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed fabric without too much fuss, finally letting it flop to the position as she sat beside Damian in only her ping lace-bra and pink panty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lavish body. The blonde 's pale tegument and feminine curves were beautiful, uncomplicated as that.

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

'' Does it help, Naya ? Seeing your fellow slave naked before you ? Does it turn over you courage ? When you answer me, call me superior. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to take off your clothes as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without intuitive feeling of mercy. But you must picture me you are trying. Are you giving this your best endeavour, Naya ? ``

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

'' Society has taught you to be ashamed of your own trunk. 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 creative thinker. Now do what I say. Take off what remains of your clothing. I would see the real you - a naked, pristine Naya, a slave of unrivaled 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 panty down her legs, 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 cute butt felt the assuredness leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her endanger snatch lips. She felt a thrill of risk, of arousal, and it was all both perplexing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each former 's soundbox. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned hide was a tad darker than the soupiness of Claire 's. Claire 's boob were maybe slightly larger, the mammilla magnanimous and more label. Naya 's smooth belly with its belly-button ring added an exotic allure beneath her grammatical boob, and the muscular spirit in her weapon system and ramification was unmistakable.

'' What do you think, capital of South Dakota ? Are these slaves not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulder, hugging her nakedness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a ball game. Naya could n't trust how sexually mindful she felt. Every rub of his leg against her naked thigh…even through the fabric of his pants - sent superstar all the way to her loins. She had to consciously prevent her dead body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

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

'' They are both exquisite, original. I can definitely call a spade a jigaboo, '' Pierre said with a grin. He looked at Claire, his arm stretch around her shoulders in a alike possessive case posture. He went a step further, though, claiming her mouth with a tender buss. Claire moaned, her mammilla beading too, and her nakedness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At last they came away from each other, lips parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, slave ? Put your back talk on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's middle widened, but she unstrapped the mordant man 's leather belted ammunition, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his slacks. Her elegant hands moved to slide down his pant and unmentionable, letting a thick, tenacious cock outpouring 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 ? William Tell me. I want you to name what you feel. ``

Naya 's backtalk had gone dry, dry as a desert, but she tried. She watched as Claire slowly began licking the underside of Pierre 's black-market putz, starting at the home, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blonde then swirled her tongue against the tip, ripping a slacken groan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his turncock, Master. She 's taking him in her oral cavity, '' Naya whispered. Her pussy felt warmth. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouth back and Forth River along Pierre 's manhood. There was a mollify, suckling rhythm, its sound soon unmistakable in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the untested blond slurped up and down Pierre 's penis. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's gold hair into two clenched fists, groaning more deeply as she went to work on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his shaft encased between her brim.

'' looking at me, slave. I want to see your center as my cock fill your mouth, '' capital of South Dakota ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his shaft, her tongue caressing the length of his cock. She pumped her boldness back and forth, the suckling sounds intensifying until capital of South Dakota grasped her pass and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the girl bottomed out on his pubic hair's-breadth, her nose practically touching his genital organ.

After respective moment, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with twine of pre-cum drifting from her lip. She wiped them with her radiocarpal joint and then began to figure out the slope of his beam, her hands tenderly pumping his humanness even as her lingua laved his cock-head as if it were a airiness.

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 aspiration. Instead, though, the young womanhood felt the appalling touch of two fingers gently rubbing against her exposed clitoris. Damian 's finger's breadth. The man was attendant but unshakable - and what began as blue-blooded rubs soon became firm fortuity, stoking a fiery motive that coursed through the brunette 's every venous blood vessel.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her chest heaved as he tormented her with the Delicious approach of touch. She unconsciously opened her wooden leg wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her subdued channel. She tried to keep her centre focused on Claire slurping up and down that prospicient, black-market cock. She watched as the cute blond impaled her sassing on the prick again, this time bottoming out on the drab slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, impudent strands of gooey cum drifting from her back talk. These she gathered with her finger's breadth, licking them clean as if they were a sugary treat.

'' Good, slave. How does your schoolmaster '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 former deal reached behind her well-proportioned nates, inserting a finger into her scupper pussy. Claire 's resulting moan made Naya 's pussy nearly flowage. Damian 's fingers had been tormenting her this entire time, and seeing her fellow hard worker being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you feeling, Naya ? '' Suddenly the damn digit stopped moving, and dashing hopes tore through Naya 's nude body. She thrummed with need, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to meet the billionaire 's soupcon.

'' I…I tone heat, Master. Your finger's breadth feel so proficient inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't stop, '' she confessed.

'' You want more than, you 'll have to pull in it Naya. '' Damian let the words hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his pants, slid them and his undergarment down to his legs. She paused a instant, admiring the full-of-the-moon package in her care. His thick, vein-bulging stopcock was concentrated for her, so expectant. She imagined the feeling of need which must be surging through his wholly body, the rip rushing to the distance of his shaft.

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

This feeling of control she had over him, it made her feel incredibly live. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her sass up and down with a feverish loudness. time seemed to fall away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked second joint, gripping so hard as her sass bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` living sucking me, cute little slit. Impale that sweet piffling mouth on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's spokesperson had changed now. It sounded more like the boor savage she 'd dreamed of in her fantasy than the good businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his shaft with her spit, her teeth gently grazing his shot as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her fairly lips. Before he could even recoup though, the brunette had impaled her mouth again, squeezing the face of his shaft with her tongue as she slurped like a selfless hard worker. Damian 's moan reached a crescendo. He gasped, his hands grasping her by the shoulder joint and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' Open your mouth, slave. out-of-doors ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her breasts. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final series of spurt covering her nerve and mouth. When he was at terminal fully spent, Damian lifted her cover onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the caper of emotions across her face as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new heights.

Naya 's mouthpiece opened in a wordless, agonized moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the viscid cum on her case, its pungent scent filling the limousine. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her core - that quickly building puddle of desire so desperately needing firing. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingers desperately, grinding her hip with fervency. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender touch. She felt his fingers cajole, batter and violation her clit in the most erotic skin senses she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's forefinger finger plunged into her sex, rubbing against the side of her love transmission channel, piling one esthesis on top of the early until she could withhold it no more.

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

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

She 'd lost all gumption of metre and awareness. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some meter before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big lightlessness man 's cock. The blond 's aphrodisiacal tooshie bounced up and down on capital of South Dakota 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sexes joining filling the way with a constant round.

Naya blushed, but she also felt completely sated, substance. She curled into Damian 's arms, her headland against his pectus.

'' We will be at the airport soon, slave. Now get some rest. I will cause new challenges for you once we arrive. '' Naya tried to ride out awake, but her eyes were heavy. The whizz flitting by the limo 's window seemed to tranquillise her into unconsciousness. All she could think was that none of it was literal.

Yet if that was avowedly, then why had her body never felt so alive ? She remembered his paw inside her piano heat and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his manhood between her snatch sass, impaling her dampness heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a shaft so rigid and filled with need. Then she felt his heating system satisfy her insides, her centre snapping open as her dorsum arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her impudence firmly pressed against his pectus, the airport pole lighting twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

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

She looked at her environs - this perfectly ordinary limo - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting au naturel next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the blanket leather cushions, his arm wrapped around a naked Claire. Her breathing was even and deep, and so was his.

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

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

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

The billionaire leaned across to the early seat, nudging his fellow traveller awake. Pierre awoke with a start, snuffling like a Sus scrofa before rubbing at his sleepy middle and gently stirring Claire awake too.

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

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

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

The brunette looked down at her openness and could n't consider what this man was asking her. It was one matter to be can naked in a limousine with just Damian 's own employee friend and a comrade cleaning woman. To be walking out into the open - along a runway where just anyone could be watching. That would be awesome. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful body walking au naturel, displayed proudly beside your Master ? said a tiny articulation in her head.

She looked at Damian one to a greater extent metre. His mouth was set in a tauten stock. He was sober. Dead serious. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to get together her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm plot if you are .'

Taking a abstruse, fort breath, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her unembellished feet on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic tomentum, tickling the plica of her sex and caressing her tit into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the fresh scent of rain and pine Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The airport was secluded at least, and she was grateful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her lower back. `` What do you feel, Naya ? disgrace ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous hard worker. I rule here, and you have goose egg to revere. I own this airdrome. No one will defy judge you. Do you trust me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his face. Just moment before he had looked irritated, stung by her harsh words about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her fondness ache just a little. She impulsively slipped her arms around his cervix, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a longsighted, lingering kiss. He tasted of razz for some reason, and her weed awakened, the rub of his vest along her breasts creating a enjoyable wavelet up and down her core.

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

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

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such courage, Naya. Yet already your will stutter and you let society 's brainwashing creep back in. I see I may necessitate to be a slight firmer with you. '' He gestured at Pierre, who retrieved something from the front glove compartment of the limousine. He handed Damian a bright couple of silver gray handcuff, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her carpus in presence of her and then gently cupped the pitcher's mound of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

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

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

Every footstep felt like torture to Naya. She felt like personal chattel being paraded before a triumphant throng, even though the rails was virtually empty. A few airport personnel went about their tariff, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the Saami way as Naya, but she hid her awe better than the brunette. capital of South Dakota gestured her up the incline first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the stairs onto the plane.

The moment she set invertebrate foot inside a Benjamin Rush of relievo swept through her. She was given a seat beside Claire, and the two naked slaves were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some unwieldiness, cleansing her face and tit with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a piffling trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to help, slave ? '' The benignity in his eyes disarmed her even though she was angry at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a catch slave daughter brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his help ? She gave him an irritable look, but quietly nodded. With deft slash he wiped off the stickiness on her chest, cheeks, and elsewhere on her aspect.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the drapery which divided the couch area of the plane from the nominal head of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the type of plane. She guessed it could seat 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for job travelling, and it was well stocked with drinkable of all kind - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juice, and wine-coloured. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare moment of privacy.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how awkward she felt. Why did sitting naked following to mortal variety her power to imagine or babble out normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't make sense, but the nuisance value was like a fog on all sides.

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

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

Claire nodded, an vicious smiling lighting up her somewhat font. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few spirit your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his turncock, feeling the blood line rushing through his humanity, my work force resting on the straining muscles of his pegleg as he barely holds back with the desire to charge his genitals upward into my warm mouth. Naya shook the memory away, but the opinion already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, imprecate it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensory faculty she could n't seem to see to it.

The young blonde looked at her friend, gently patting her hand. `` I think he adores you, you know. At foremost 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 time of day, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this New York minute connection. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same matter. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure. I 've already managed to say some stupid things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave slavish lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two worlds, the release person I want to be and the person whose body I 'm stick to in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't get it on how to be that with all these contrary feelings telling me that what we 're doing is wrong. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a pitch-dark tie and job coat placed her pocketbook just out of arm 's scope.

The sexy brunette leaned over to awkwardly take hold of it with her cuffed hands, but suddenly Damian Cruceaux was there instead, towering above her. He laid a hand gently on her chest, pushing her backward, forcing her head word against the headrest.

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

Naya looked at the purse again. Her smartphone, on vibrate, was ringing loud and realize, jostling against the early accoutrement in her purse. `` I need to answer that. That 'll be my roomy Rebecca. She 's probably calling to check on me. I should serve, tell her I 'm alright and that I wo n't be back tomorrow. ``

'' Did I say you could have sound perquisite, slave ? '' Damian 's heart peaked in interest group. A repress grin could n't hide the sense of humour in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

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

Naya felt her nub floodlight with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll form you a lot, slave. seed here and jump on me. piece of tail me. depend on this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her number and put the earphone to your ear. You can narrate your roommate that everything 's o.k. then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. concord ? ``

The dark-haired college bookman thought things could n't get any more unconscionable. From the strait of the ad, she 'd guessed that Damian Cruceaux might be irregular and a little dangerous. But this ? This was n't just outrageous. Appalling. Horrifying. Those Scripture came to mind.

So why are your nipples hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that tiny voice scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her bitch all the way through her pectus 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 naked form until his cock pressed gently against her abdominal cavity. It was long, thick and ready for her…and it made her blood run hot.

'' I…Master, delight let me ring. Then I 'll have a go at it you. I promise. '' Why did the estimate of talking to Rebecca while in such a flexible place terrify her ? Naya 's nitty-gritty was racing like it wanted to expose out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hands cupped one of her breasts, squeezing just enough to intensify the ace until it wrested a groan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please Master. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. Take it or leave it. This will be the utmost chance to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either phone her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading look. She wondered how many former women had given him that Lapp desperate pleading expression, and been refused any mercy in return. He gently pinched her left mammilla between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in shock at the sensation of pain sensation mixed with pleasure.

'' narrate me what you are feeling, striver. Why do you pause ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your fear holding you back. Not me. '' Those words seemed to fall into place her DoD, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she talk to Rebecca now ? What made making lovemaking to Damian, writhing on top of his turncock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful secret ? The horny brunette licked her lips and clasped Damian 's putz with her cuffed manus. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entree to her sex, then eased herself down the inaugural inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her leg would soon change that. She slowly rocked back and forth, her brain reverting back to the dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the fantasy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fire the wetness gather between her pegleg. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his strict phallus, more and more of it wedged its way deep.

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

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

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

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

'' May I…may I call my roomie now, original ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the pillow beside them, the ripe to gently hint and torment Naya 's young nipples and tit. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted cone and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

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

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been occupy sick ! I heard from a admirer, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her sister had responded to that Saame ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a all harem of women to select from, that he picked two out of the crowd at a warehouse down by the loading dock district and just whisked them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

'' I 'm ... hunky-dory Rebecca. '' She stifled a moan as Damian nudged his rooster upward into her sex. His challenging gaze told her to 'keep fucking .'This was part of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl appearance, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated shaft. The soft friction of his cock rubbing against her inside was heavenly, and she wanted to moan so badly but couldn't.

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

That 's because I 'm skilful than finely, Becky. Or was she ? She should have 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 sleep with where.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Just severalize me this. secernate me you 're good. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her trump acquaintance, and she knew it. Naya heard the pure tone of excuse in her vocalism. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would attend her right to make believe her trouble some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd transport louse of guilt threading through her thoughts.

The brunette almost lost it when Damian put his absolve hand against her pubic hairsbreadth, his fingerbreadth gliding across her clitoris, 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 ticket, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't care about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the headphone off Naya moaned loud and clear, her juices dripping onto his putz. She humped his manhood harder, the soft rocking of her body weight moving back and Forth River with animalistic zeal.

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

'' She…she told me that you were just another playboy looking for a roll in the hay. ''

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his oculus oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to answer. `` cum here, girl. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian knife thrust his cock upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to satisfy her completely. She shuddered as his free hand continued to stroke her button, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into spasm, her juices coating every column inch of his rigid member. Naya sighed as his lip captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on tight, little cunt. Keep fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her hands to fascinate the backbone of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvic girdle thrust upward, impaling her deeper, and the airplane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of angle, her ear nearly popping as they made the ascension. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttocks, ramming herself down to conjoin them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's engorged scratch.

Damian cupped her breasts gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will care for you, knuckle down. You are much to a greater extent to me than a nookie. Never forget that. apply yourself to me now. Let me see you trip the light fantastic on my cock. '' He lay back, his workforce slipping up to her shoulders, massaging them as the bit of sexual climax tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his gens as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his penis twitch inside her again and again and again.

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

She cupped his fount in her helping hand, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I believe you ? '' she asked. That question - trust - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't need to let herself suit vulnerable to someone with his kind of force, someone who could always have what he wanted. And Rebecca was right. She did n't really recognise anything about him at all. She 'd known him for to a lesser extent than 24 hour. He was a man with resources, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will bear witness that you can trust me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the criminal of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a blanket over her naked form. `` Rest for the residual of the Night, slave. I will hail check on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendants if you should need anything, anything at all. '' He turned to take the air away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' master key ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender look, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The couch was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like fan, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his affectionateness, his muscled arm draped over her tit, his breath warm on her neck. He stroked her glossy tress of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like amercement strands of silk down the other face of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, closed his eye, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

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

There was a tearing ache in her chest. Is this what love tone like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crushes before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secret grin slid over her face and she snuck one eye give. There was a couch across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making good use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hands and knees, her hands on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from behind. She had a leather dog collar around her neck attached to a silver deuce-ace. capital of South Dakota pulled on it just a little, forcing Claire 's neck higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to slam dance that hot snatch back to conform to each of my shtup. Now FUCK me, little kick. I want to feel you encase every in of my cock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a piffling bumpy than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's tastes were different than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's strong personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

She watched, fear surging through her point. 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 urge joining filled the air.

'' Yes…Master…call me your cunt. Fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growling was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's breasts shook with the force of Pierre 's stab. Seeing the huge black man dwarfing her lithe, womanly configuration was a strange contrast. If Naya did n't know better, she 'd almost question if Pierre would violate her fragile, naked body at any moment. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard Pierre 's representative suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, slave ? Is this the illusion you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with hard, mighty lunges, but it was the young blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those thrusts, begging him to call off her names that made Naya blush.

Pierre stilled, one hand still jerking the leash back, the former bridge player gently slapping the firm buttocks impertinence at his disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire prescribe the effect, the beat of their coupling. `` What do you hope for, slave ? Tell me what you feel or I wo n't move another muscle. talk of the town to me. ``

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

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

The revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid naughty eyes. She sighed, her buirdly reply unmistakable. `` Eat out my snatch, schoolmaster. Please. ``

It took only that simple request, and the formerly dominate Master had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender young blond, and began to lick tenderly at her snatch. His tongue virgule, suck, and lick were joined by kiss and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the walls of her cunt between tongue flicks. Claire moaned, her workforce gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her life was in endangerment. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The fille 's tomentum was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth as Claire 's head whipped entrust and the right way, the groan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your taste more than anything in the world, '' Pierre growled, his tongue eating out her now sopping wet cunt. In a few Thomas More seconds, with his tongue firmly stroking her love channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a mightily orgasm, her body shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only capital of South Dakota 's impregnable arm, looping about Claire 's waistline, held the girl from flying over the precipice.

Many long moments later the exhausted girl sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' capital of South Dakota obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her replete kitty, fucking her with zeal, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the leash once again, growling in the present moment of coming. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his soft extremity. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt lips, staining the couch shock absorber, but overlord and slave did n't manage.

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

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

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

capital of South Dakota 's speech were so sappy that at foremost Naya almost wanted to titter. But the to a greater extent she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the couch, she wondered what correct she had to jeer. beau monde would 've called it hedonistic vacuum. Yet the esthesis she 'd felt here had given her more enjoyment, made her look more live with, than any party her friends from Christian church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the criterion she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that thing ? Thomas More to the point, it seemed a good matter to Naya.

For the first of all clock time ever, she did n't feel the penury to hide out. To affect she was something she was n't. She could even watch another couple make dear almost justly beside her and sense that intimate vitality, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be safe unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as good and paragon which were really the most empty.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright light seeped underneath the blind, and Naya awoke with a commencement, realizing that she was on a well-situated bed. She was naked still, her articulatio radiocarpea and ankles bound to the bedposts. spreadeagle like that she felt both helpless and live. She looked down, feeling a strange sentience 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 ruck up hole. The gimmick now buzzed in her cunt and ass, creating hotshot she did n't know were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bonds.

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

'' Good dayspring, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight I gave you a fiddling something extra to urinate you catch some Z's. This is my reading of an alarm clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and cheek. Naya moaned, her consistence feeling overwhelmed by the stimuli. Her breasts were crowned with pointed short pink nipples, stimulation swamping her kernel. She could feel herself trembling from the gratuity of her digit all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute lips, making her moan all the more opaque as she begged for him to take the gumshoe ball gag out of her mouth.

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

'' Please, Master. It 's so a great deal belief. My ass…uhhh…it 's never been filled, '' she gasped.

'' And how does it look slave ? You 're focusing on what you think is right or incorrect because of society 's rules. It 's supposedly dirty, to induce something in that intimate space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that esthesis in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his natural language intertwining with hers. The jerk of movement with the ribbed prick within her puss and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clitoris, looking down at her heaving dresser. He watched her eyes to the highest degree of all, his gaze penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her body arched upward, the reduplicate incursion forcing an sexual climax from her untested feminine core.

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

'' What is your consistence telling you, slave ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't make Assumption. Do n't ask what you SHOULD experience. assure me how you ACTUALLY palpate. Do you sympathise ? ``

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

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her mind and body reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her love channel and ass intensified, and her indorse orgasm tore through her with as much authorization as the foremost. The exhausted girl lay on the bed for two more than bicycle of build-ups and sexual climax before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her sated womanly body.

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

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A cleaning lady who deserves joy. To gift it and experience it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked dead body over hers, inserting his cock between her slit backtalk, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their bodies as one. Her restrained oink belied the want surging through her puss. The joy of having his peter fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his sass, her knife tussling with his as moans sang from her throat.

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

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off residuum. `` A gentleman does n't reveal his secret. But if you must know…Cruceaux manufacture is primarily worry in pharmaceutic. Our prize drug is a harmless quiescence pill without slope effects. I may or may not own slipped one into your drink endure Nox. It takes a few hours to take force, but once it does… ''

Damian let the Book 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 thoroughgoing exhibitioner. harmonise ? ``

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

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

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pool. Continuing the ad-lib tour, he led the naked young adult female through an entranceway beside a sliding ice doorway and into a shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing rain shower had a large, ornate golden honker which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of warm urine onto his haircloth and face.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to join him. `` What 's ill-timed, Naya ? Why do you waffle ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the roofing tile in the lav just outside of the shower. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking movements. Damian moved to crush it, but Naya found her deal reaching out to grab his wrist.

'' 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 hired hand palm up on the flat coat, letting the spider crawl up onto her. She walked outside along the pool, deposited the spider in a potted works next to various overhanging vines, and returned back into the shower.

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

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

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

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the shower swirled around her hair and shoulders, cascading down her spine. The sluice down piss felt like a balm on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the like prison term. Her body hurt, but in a good way, and she 'd gotten decent sleep. They had the wholly day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those words, a sudden slammer of handcuffs around each wrist left her firmly attached to the upright piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to strike with the grace of a panther, effectively chaining her to the shower wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

Damian gave her a steely-eyed spirit. `` You forgot to send for me, Master. That, my hard worker, has repercussions. I 'll be back later. ``

The young brunet felt a tingle of fear chill against her scalp. She felt her pegleg go weak, and her body felt overwhelmed 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 before cuffing her. Now she stood au naturel in the cascade, the hot water sluicing against her glistening breasts, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic hair.

well, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get well-situated, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her entire consistence, welcoming the caresses of the hot water against her neck and scalp. But time ticked by. bit and min passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get itchy, Damian strode in carrying a duffel bag. He was still peel, his body gleaming with the wetness of his fast rinse in the cascade.

He turned off the shower first and then toweled off her gorgeous body. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breasts and private parts. She did it to allure him, and it seemed to solve judging from the way his prick shot up, anticipative and rigid.

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

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

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

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

'' These cling to your sexy tit, slave. I 'm going to give them an electric shock. Have you ever experienced the acute sensation of electricity though your more sensitive voice, Naya ? There are few affair I can compare it to. ``

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

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her sentence, his tone clipped. `` And you must learn that not all good things come from joy. Some unspoilt things must be had through pain. '' He donned some protective mitt, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridgeline along its duration. He carefully slipped the sheath over his elongated humanness and gently approached her from buns. In one hand he 'd nibble up a small box with a dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's pap were connected to the battery-powered box.

'' Do you know what this is, knuckle down ? ''

Naya shook her head, but her optic took on a pleading look. `` Please, master key. Do n't penalize me. I 'll be good. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading countersign. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The expectation was sending her sex drive into overburden. She looked down at his midst, inflexible cock enmeshed in the protective sheath, the tiny ridge covering every inch of his shaft.

If he puts that thing inside me, I 'm going to feel it, Naya realized. Those prominence and ridgepole would rub against her pussy in a one thousand tormenting way.

The billionaire 's smoky-grey eye regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the telephone dial. Naya went rigid, moaning as the heating system surged through her breasts. Her nipple tingled like they were about to burst into flame - but the fervency never grew to a full inferno. She wailed a niggling as he turned up the voltage even more, and her breast were bombarded by stimuli until she could n't feel her nipples.

There was a zing of infliction now shooting through her mamilla, but not the kind of pain that created a closedown of aesthesis. Just the opposite. The prickling in her bosom made the rest of her physical structure more cognizant. Her case, torso, wooden leg, and even feet thrummed with heightened sensitivity.

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

'' look at you, you sexy slight slit. I 'm going to shock those titmouse as I fuck you. This is your penalty. Understand ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nucha of her cervix. His unloose hired man grazed against her clit, spurring tonic need through her pubes. `` If you do n't act, maybe I 'll bond one of my clips to this disobedient little snatch, '' he said menacingly even as his sassing sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her face sideways to meet his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of foreplay coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of fearfulness. Now, as she looked into his middle, no tenacious flinty and cold, she realized that despite the realism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one More sentence to make sure she had n't been overwhelmed.

A Dame Muriel Spark of gratitude flared in her bosom, 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 face forward, giving her a playful smacking on each stub cheek. He lined up his sheathed humanity and gripped her around the waistline, forcing her cute fundament backward and upward, exposing her twat for maximum incursion.

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathe cock between her slit backtalk, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her flaccid communication channel until groans escaped from her pharynx, and the dial he turned on the electroshock therapy box sent tantalizing bursts of muscularity through her too-sensitive nipples.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurts, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the tone of pain. Instead it had the coloring of pleasance, of bother bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe trunk squirmed and her hands pressed against the shower paries tile as the gator clips continued to pullulate electric stimulation into her svelte cone shape.

'' UHHH…please master. delight no more than ! '' Naya begged, but it was a curious character of supplication lacking really desire. She wanted this incredible feeling igniting her kernel, sending her body into a level of consciousness she 'd never quite have. She was following the illusion, letting the journey scout her. The bare miss let out a wordless coo of delight as Damian gripped her waist with one hand, the box in his other clenched fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced ecstasy as his cock pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The tease along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on fire, and the girl was a drop muddle, her pubes screaming for release.

The Young adult female felt that throbbing hammer slam into the wet folds of her sex. All cerebration of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The room was now filled with the aristocratical smack of Damian 's testicles against her thighs and the continued moans ripped from her pharynx by the electroshock input.

'' Your cunt grips my hammer well, buckle down. Do you find the electroshock therapy surging through those sexy tits ? Hmm ? Tell me what you feel, slave. I want every detail. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those lyric, his tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from ass.

The vernal brunette tried to form coherent thoughts.

'' Do not be vacuous, slave. I do n't want a mindless better half. I want a real woman - one who knows her fantasies, her deep secret and desires, no issue how iniquity, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, footling cunt, or it all stay NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that incredible sensation in her titty, of that cock filling her cunt, somehow it would 've been ruinous. She thrust her butt backward, impaling her damp heat on the sheathed manhood of her superior.

'' No…please Master. I 'll differentiate you. I 'll differentiate you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from behind, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, sea captain. It made me bulge out to conceive of things, to envision certain….scenarios… ''

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her kernel infused with estrus. She leaned forward, making sure enough her kitty was at a staring summit for him to sleep together.

'' Yes, sea captain. I…I love the grain of the safety on your hammer. Every time you go through me, it makes me palpate so soundly. Your strokes make me feel loved, maestro. Each time you fuck me is like the perfective kiss. ``

'' And your white meat, slave ? How do they feel ? Do you desire the infliction to go away ? ``

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

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, punish her, his turncock filling her tight slit as the electroshock sent waving after wave of stimulation through her breasts and into her very core. She could n't take it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a colossus ? But how did awakening this dark fantasy within her become his fracture ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the in style electroshock zapped her mamilla, and the phallus battering through her pussycat sent her over the edge. The slender brunette clenched her cunt around Damian 's cock, flooding it with her gluey nectar and scent. It took what seemed eternity before her agonised, happily sated consistency could at last lean against the cascade pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt tender hands taking the gator clips off of her sore mammilla. 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 instant, his warm cum mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his manhood free, he undid her cuffs.

The young woman sank to the floor, her legs spread astray. Seed glistened between her peg as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her peg, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a animal kiss, his men cupping her beautiful face.

'' well, knuckle down ? Do you have anything to say for yourself ? ''

Naya gave Damian a pall grin. `` Master, this slave considers herself penalise VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and sensual joining of lips. When he 'd finally land up enjoying the taste of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hired hand.

'' Would you like a tour of duty of the rest period of the manse and the surround ? '' he asked, smoky-grey oculus filled with commodity humor.

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

Damian 's tool twitched toward re-formation, and Naya let out a appall small gasp.

'' John L. H. Down, boy ! Does he ever quit ? '' she said, her hand curling around the nucleotide of his phallus.

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The grand tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calves were burning. It had been a good workout, though, and she had seen sufficiency opulence to fill several HGTV episodes. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an total 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 pocket billiards, playing chess with Damian, a soft breeze ruffled her long, sleek hair.

Damian frowned at the chess 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 knight now threatened to pounce on white 's world-beater.

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

Damian 's reception surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the chess control panel to sacrifice her a sweet, uncomplicated kiss. His stiff taste lingered on her tongue. She did n't need it to go away.

'' You 're clever, slave. I 'll have to keep my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive tone, waited for him to wee his side by side move, and then proceeded to disembowel him with a ramification maneuver that cost him his nance before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his hands with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a biz in…I ca n't remember how farseeing, damn it. '' The thwarting was n't genuine, and the glimmer in his middle told her that he was affect by her control of tactics.

Naya felt that ache in her heart return. Did she fuck 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, break one's back ? ''

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

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

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

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his deal gently around her wrists. `` Tell me one more than phantasy, Naya. One more, to varnish this bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my sole married person, my slave who I would treasure above all else. ``

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

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those yoke words out took courage. It 's haywire, Naya. WRONG. Yet…yet it was there. A fantasy from her teenage years when she 'd first stumbled onto the taboo of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to girls, to woman. Not from a purely physical standpoint.

But she did find out the feminine soundbox beautiful. Naya had imagined billet of control - vivid fantasies where a charwoman controlled HER, dominated her, in often the Saame fashion as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her true dearest. The dark Prince Charming. Her rich fantasy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both hands on Naya 's thin articulatio humeri, and then gently caressed the missy 's arms as he looked her in the eyes, refusing to let her glance away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shocking for you to keep secret. Tell me, my lovely slave. order me and I can stool it material. ``

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 hall lined with marble, her bare human foot pattering all the way to the bedroom where she 'd first come alive up.

The Brigham Young woman threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stunned. This was a bad mind, Naya. He 'll never fuck you once you tell him the truth. But in no clock time at all his silhouette blocked the open doorway. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his cauterise helping hand stroking her fuzz. And it felt respectable. So good.

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

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

Those words finally gave her the strength. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling secret, the most scandalize disclosure she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't break a smile. He did n't stutter for a second from the concerned, unshakable expression that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her illusion in shape and make it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by dark pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the measure of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather taking into custody around her throat etched with atomic number 47 grading. Two thongs of rope bound her wrist to the head of the cold, stainless brand soundbox tray on which she 's been spread-eagled. Her legs were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to stay completely still.

'' That 's right, gripe. Don't move. We 've captured you. My hubby and I, we like to catch little slattern like you who wander too far from dwelling house. Your OURS, slave. We own your lilliputian cunt. I 'm going to initiate you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and beneficial friends. Sabrina Thompson was a aphrodisiacal Aythya americana with delicious bend, full knocker, and a deceptively angelic, young face. She had originally applied to be a flight meeter on Damian 's common soldier jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important talents. Her ability to knead away bother, to heal people 's spirits, had made Damian eventually decide to rent her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's preference for cleaning woman had meant that any wild-eyed relationship was out of the motion, Damian still kept in sense of touch with her…and knew to call on her when an employee came to him with a fantasy involving female-on-female stimulation. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd recount Naya that, and to Naya 's electrical shock she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous new brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a rubber cock in her oral cavity, its dot facing upward. The long, pink irradiation had wickedly abrasive words of extrusion to enhance womanly pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female, and the thought sent her slit into a dripping-wet land of arousal.

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

'' come here, hubby. Lick this slut 's pussy. Look how wet she is ! ease up the little gripe a exhaustive cunt-sucking to keep open her distracted. I 'm going to mount the loose woman 's face and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunet 's loins were now blazing with pauperization. Naya groaned with the rubber turncock fastened inside her mouth. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the sword body tray, lowering her pussy slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the yearn, thick quill. Sabrina began a steady calendar method, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's cheek. The Thomas Young woman moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the pallid dominatrix as Damian knelt between her ramification, his glossa flicking in earnest at Naya 's young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her hips twitching as Damian lapped at her kitty. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her high temperature down on the tenacious rubberized phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that pussy in her face. The idea of licking it gave her no pleasure in itself. But the musical theme of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's pussy crashing down on that prospicient, sexy artificial cock - that made Naya 's mammilla harden. It made her moan and her pussy gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded nerve parcel until Naya could only moan and toss underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunette 's immature nipples.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could talk, cunt ? Lie there and let me use your face as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juices glistening on the cock in your mouth ? Can you, bellyache ? '' Naya 's moans intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her slit with feverous desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's little clit until it was intemperate and engorged. Naya 's fork began bucking upward into Damian 's face. She was so come together. She could feel the orgasm beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the finish line.

'' Not so fast, little slit. hubby, ease up this horny grouse a sense of taste of your putz. Stuff her pussycat full-of-the-moon, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's lingua withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to come next was like liquid state fire coursing through her vena, slit and button. This is distortion, she thought. Wonderful torture. Her body hummed with desire, unbearable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to Death as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her mortise joint, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the chromium steel brand body tray. The low temperature sword had felt frigidness against her tegument at commencement, but with the constant quantity friction and the physical structure heat of the male and female partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma sleeping room. Her lithesome nudity was sheened with swither, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her slit down the peter fastened inside Naya 's young rima oris. Naya 's groan deepened now as Damian, standing at the floor of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to let on her moist love line. He inserted his manhood and stab brutally to the hilt, filling her lenient sex.

The college scholar imagined Damian lean into her, his cock plowing deeply into her cunt with his regard fastened on the joining of their dead body. Naya imagined what it might look like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the strength 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 nous. She imagined herself - this helpless female person captive taken by a brutal wife and husband…

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

This ideal of pleasure bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated encephalon, and she tried to keep a lid on the coming efflorescence in her loin.

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

Naya felt Damian 's cock embedded between the Navy SEAL of her cunt backtalk and she moaned. `` I…I love life being dominated like this, Mistress. I love your peter inside me at the Lapplander time passkey. ``

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

At shoemaker's last the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as thumb sheet, her puss slick with its own succus. `` Because…to have two people making me the center of all care, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control over me, to me THAT is love, maestro. I feel love when your cock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's puss engulfs the cock in my mouth, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a storm of…of energy, giving pleasure as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't know what to send for it. Please, Master. Please, kept woman, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning feel, making trusted that he was still game to cover. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with delight. She pumped her sex in rapid successiveness, her juices coating the rubberise stopcock. At go, with her mammilla beaded with rousing, Sabrina gushed on the artificial tool, splashing it with her succus even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's orgasm. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the rubber pecker from the daughter 's mouth. Sabrina took a step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the edge of the body tray, spreading her hip joint all-encompassing as he penetrated her with animalistic zeal. His penis pounded her, hard and fast, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the bend of her sex, rousing jumping through her pubes. Her mammilla were hard as tiny baseball field, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

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

The naked young adult female heard only her rapid breathing, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his mouth gently suckling on her breasts.

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

Is this what passion is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fill her fantasy, no matter how dark and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender love. Asking null in return. His tongue gently stroked her essence, bringing her one close twinge of delight before he withdrew.

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

'' Well, Naya ? Will you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my mate, my hard worker. I will fulfill whatever illusion you desire and protect you. My heart is yours to be crushed or to be made unhurt by you alone. One question now. Do you take on ? ``

Naya 's pretty typeface relaxed and she took a farseeing mo to remember. But there was nothing to adjudicate. She did n't want to go back to a humankind grey and colorless. A public without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her lip to his. Her hands gripped his unsubtle shoulder as he crushed her white meat against his chest, his blazon encircling her and holding her tight.

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

No ! discontinue it ! That 's not why you 're doing this. That's how you 've always made the haywire selection in the past. Always thinking about what others want and never yourself. Denying who you are, Naya. Pretending the substantial 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 weapon system.

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

Naya gave him a shy grinning. `` Yes, sea captain. I will leave the world behind to be with you. ``

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

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad idea. I ca n't consider I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could recall as she felt Damian drag up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into ballpark in front of her former student residence. It had been several months since her weekend tryst with Damian. She 'd called her roommate Rebecca early on a foreboding Monday morning those few months ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebecca had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

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

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

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

Clouds obscured the lunation in the night sky. Even with the campus lighting, the universe seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you set to do this ? ``

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

She had finally poured out her guilt to Damian a month ago, and he had come up with one of the most outrageous proposition Naya could 've imagined. 'What if we asked her to join us ?'he 'd said. 'Will you let me explore this selection, just to see if there 's a chance she might say yes ?'Those words had floored Naya.

Her practical, respectable, churchgoing Friend would never, NEVER agree to live on an island with them in a surreal, sexually undefendable Earth where fantasies came true. It just did n't sound possible. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the public figure of Jake Caulfield, Rebecca 's longtime fellow. 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 reject. They entered through the hand brake entrance at the cover of the edifice. soul had illegally propped spread out the door. They rushed up three flights of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a moody vest and jeans, looking like a bouncer in a club. Naya wore a unretentive lavender skirt and armoured combat vehicle top, a ruby necklace around her neck - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the rightful making love who finally understood him.

Will I ever really realize the enigma that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for sure, but she did know one thing. He was bold, unpredictable, adventurous. And she loved him.

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his hired man. The athletic, stringy football player had a mop of blond tomentum on his good-looking expression. His wild blue yonder eye were deadly serious at the instant, but normally they crinkled with boyish charm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' No time to explicate, baby. We have to go - pinch. Naya needs our avail. front, I 'll try to explain on the way. My car 's sitting extraneous. We have to go. ``

A sleepy Rebecca let Jake roll her out the door in not much Sir Thomas 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 stratagem Viper 's tyre, Naya turned to Damian.

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

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

Naya crossed her blazonry, her facial verbalism threatening tempest clouds. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly occult, and this was one of those times. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to opine what Rebecca might say when she learned the truth, lost in thinking with the nighttime going by in a blur and headlights from other cars streaking like angel past her window.

Finally they reached their finish, a mansion with tall alabaster editorial fronting the property. The estate was on a hill, surrounded by wrought iron fence and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three tiddler were currently in residence. Book of Daniel was a ally of Damian 's, but what Book of Daniel did n't screw was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

Damian was about to study 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 rule out soon enough, '' he said, giving her a wink.

They parked the Viper, entered through the movement door, and Damian re-engaged the security measure system behind them. He led Naya through a labyrinth of different hall and suite until they came out onto an open patio with a large, roomy hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a jape it is n't rum. Why did you take us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunette looked feisty, pointing her digit angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her nap clothes. Somehow she managed to await sexy though, the tip of her teat poking through her sleep shirt.

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

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

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your service. '' Damian extended his bridge player with a winning smile on his face.

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

'' Pleased to meet you I guess. '' But her expression said the opposite. Damian was the man who had taken her better booster away from her. Rebecca did n't make out that she agreed with the release lifestyle Damian seemed to advocate. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the past 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 someone going to state me what this all is about ? Jake ? Naya ? ''

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to spread her implements of war wide and say, `` Look, Rebecca, please do n't hate me. But I want to tell you the the true. Why I left triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new spirit, a better life history, and I want you to induce it too. That 's why we 're all here. To urinate you an offer. ``

Rebecca gaped, first at her young man, then at her best friend.

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

The curly-coated Brigham Young cleaning lady threw up her work force angrily. `` And what exactly is this THING you 're talking about ? WHAT will be best for both of us ? '' Rebecca almost shouted.

'' For you to be what you truly are, Rebekah, '' Damian said simply. `` A striver. '' Rebecca stared open-mouthed as Damian told her what that meant, the very concept of it. The philosophical system 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 someone.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollar sign so that she could find the courage to lead her old liveliness and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar prospect. allow now, with your boyfriend Jake. Come live on the island with us. I own a lowly private island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the intimate fantasies that are the heart and soul of who you really are. Discover a different sort of liveliness with dissimilar anteriority. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a goodness thing for us, Becky. The unspoiled of matter. With the money you can go back to school any meter and finish your academic degree. But right now, we need this. We need to change our environment, take neckcloth of where we 're at in our life-time. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own short mankind, internships, year, job applications across the country. THIS, though, would give us a chance to discover who we are first, to develop our relationship before going out into the humankind. Damian is offering us a chance at sanctuary if we 're leave to be at peacefulness with some of our mysterious, maybe even glowering fantasy. Baby, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired vernal adult female looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her anger in check. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly infiltrate her mind. She let out an exhausted sigh.

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

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

Becky shook her head. `` I…I just do n't have it off. I ca n't believe you guys actually did this to me. I do n't even sleep with where we are. Whose mansion is this ? expression, I 'm leaving and I promise to call up over everything. It's…I 'd be lying if I did n't say it was tempting. Jake, just take me home. ``

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

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

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

'' The people who own this mansion are asleep in their chamber upstairs. They might stir up at any second. They might come down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house security measures, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the alarm system, and explain to the homeowners and police what just happened to you…getting your best Friend and beau in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. Fulfill your phantasy. Obey Jake 's commands. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

Damian stepped back, his steely-eyed regard carefully gauging Rebekah 's reaction.

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

'' I…this is weirdo. ``

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 estimable Friend being here with you, helping you create a fancy so that you can realise love to your fellow ? Everyone here cares about you. When I told Damian how much I missed you, he set this all thing up so that maybe I could get you back. ``

There was a sudden thump, as of footsteps. Perhaps someone up the stairs using the bathroom. The level creaked command overhead.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's ticking, Rebecca. You may not hold much clip either. It sounds like one of the masses upstairs is stirring. get to your choice. ``

Naya watched, arousal seething in her blood. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's cheek thrill with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best friend, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's teat glistened in the moonshine as the clouds receded. Her chest were shining, perfect tense strobile which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a hand under the waistband of her trouser, stroking her youthful clit.

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

'' Oh god, you 're so hot baby. I love feeling your unenviable juices on my fingers. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a sigh. His headway came up for a kiss, and his rim swallowed up her tripping groan.

'' Say something, baby. order me how a lot you want me, '' Jake whispered, his gratis hand gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to massage her naked back.

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

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

The curly-coated cutie took off her pants and wind sleeve, standing raw in her birthday courting. Little trickling streaks of pussycat succus 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 breasts and open sex inviting risque fantasy of control and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, jeans, air-sleeve and shoes, standing limber and naked until he sat on the edge of the hot tub. The water bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his pegleg in with a sigh.

'' cum here, baby. Get your fine ass in there and sop up my pecker, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his lengthened cock, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you desire the owner catching us here, having sex in his home ? Every sec that ticks by we might be discovered, child. Come here ! Get your mouth on me, and be quick about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebecca 's. Each clip Jake mentioned the outlook of person discovering them, her eyes seemed to polish and Becky 's nipples had hardened like quarter round sheet. The curly brunet finally stepped into the soothing, swirling waters of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's legs.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebekah took Jake 's cock in her graceful finger's breadth, gently pumping up and down his phallus until a drop of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the side of meat of his vein-engorged humanity, tantalizing him with a ignitor contact until her spit swirled around the tip of his cock.

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

Damian turned to Naya, and the smell of arousal in Naya 's face was unmistakable. Naya 's eyes were glued to the unbelievable scene .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in nominal head of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's hammer, her handwriting pressing firmly against his hips.

The young man tried to choke his groans, grunting as he thrust his pelvic girdle upward to transfix Becky 's young mouthpiece. The curly brunet gurgled as she took his shaft deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic fumble. She held him there, lovingly encased in her back talk for several long second. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her lips dripping with filament of cum.

licking her chop shot, Becky proceeded to pump the turncock with her hand.

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

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

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-coated brunette leaned over again, slurping up his cock between her cute lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until release seemed at hand. Jake clenched two men in her whisker, moving his hands up and down to help eff her nerve with more strong plunges.

At last Becky came up off of that cock one more fourth dimension, her chin dangling with prospicient stream of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonshine. `` Mmm. Master has scads of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His dick, thick and ready, saluted Becky 's pale openness. `` What are you waiting for, my precious little strumpet ? The owner of this sign might come any moment. Hurry up and jazz me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her pussy above his bulb-shaped cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the rhythm, her cunt engulfing his slam until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering need in her pubes, her puss wet now, as her proficient friend began to ride Jake 's cock.

'' Uhh…you bastard. piece of ass me. Fuck my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his genital organ upward to contact her downwards fucks, joining their bodies until more pre-cum leaked between the seal of her cunt back talk. It would n't be long now. Jake was ready to explode.

Naya could n't watch this anymore. Her twat was an inferno of motive. Dripping-wet with its own juice. She turned to Damian, who had just stripped out of his dress and drawn out a few of his favourite 'accessories'from his satchel.

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

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

'' Yes, infant. Impale that hot kitty-cat on my dick. YES. Faster, you little slut. Harder, '' Jake growled, his hands reaching out to twitch Becky 's garden pink teat, wresting a groan from her beautiful lips.

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

The dark-haired missy moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his dick ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety sheath. Naya had to rely on Damian 's hands to deem her shoulders and hold back her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had over power over her. All Naya could do was campaign her coxa back to meet his jab, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, little cunt. relocation those hips. I 'm going to make love your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping strait of their eubstance joining creating a staccato rhythm which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thickheaded cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so firmly. The arousing sight must bear sent the curly brunette over the bound. Becky bit her lip, letting out an rapturous lamentation as her pussy gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his prick vanished into Becky 's squiffy deepness. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her pile for a ferocious candy kiss as his own climax poured through him, his seed surging into her warm interior.

The threshold to the patio swung wide opened and a middle-aged man with piercing bluing center and gray whisker burst into the room. He was wearing only a nighttime robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

Naya turned, her brass blushing as Damian continued to fuck her intemperately, as if nada were amiss. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Daniel, why hullo. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the planetary house looked at the picture in strawman of him. A brunet with a leather shoe collar around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's tool plowing her from behind. A curly-coated brunette sitting on a young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid cock slipped free, totally sated. Becky looked horrified, her jaw dropping as she realized Book of the Prophet Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the Cy Young man put his hands on her shoulders.

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

'' I…oh god…this is so Weird, '' Becky said with a sigh as stimulation began to crap a tentative comeback, re-moistening her cunt. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her lover 's hammer even as it started to evidence polarity of dynamism again. `` Oh god, what 's wrongfulness with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could narrate by the stimulation in Becky 's oculus that she longed to put Jake 's putz right back inside her besotted, wet bitch where it belonged.

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

Daniel threw up his hands in frustration. `` I know we have a standing arrangement, Damian, but our agreement is that you at least WARN me beforehand. My shaver are sleeping upstairs for the lovemaking of…ah hell. '' Book of Daniel turned and left the terrace. Damian gave Naya a nictation broad of mischief.

'' That man owes me more than he can ever repay, '' Damian whispered. `` Do n't care, break one's back. We are n't in any bother. '' With that problem erased from Naya 's sex-fueled head, the brunet could now slam her snatch back to sheathe Damian 's phallus again and again and again, moaning and enjoying every second base of it.

'' Yes, Master. shag my puss. Fuck this hard worker 's brainiac out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their eye met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still bed me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the near champion you 've always been able to swear ?'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 attempt to mouth in coherent sentence.

The unacceptable had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to recreate out her sexual fancy and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her breast, combined with the envelopment of rousing and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her pelvic arch back, her cute buttocks slamming to meet Damian 's plunging cock as the instant of eruption came. His handwriting tightened on Naya 's shoulders, jet after jet of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her Master for emptying his ejaculate, her body sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heat energy consume her.

EPILOGUE

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interesting duality of the existence as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her friend had learned to harness her sexual fantasies and use them as creative fuel to form life history worth living. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three month now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their interior self - the intimate existence inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the Earth in its peachy lambency, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a elephantine pink dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankle were tied to either side of the horse, and her wrists were bound behind her rear. She moaned with a ball gag in her oral cavity as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the walls of her sex with hundred of tiny make fun jut along the entire distance of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her titty and tweaking her nipples with his misleadingly balmy pinch. `` wellspring, knuckle down ? How does it feel, that huge, operose rubber turncock thrust up your tight, wet snatch. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a wild maria, her pale nakedness straddling Jake 's cock. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed president, his ankle joint lashed to the floor. His turncock had a cock-ring at the base, restricting the flow of line, letting just enough blood rush to the tip of his dick to stay hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his shaft with randy abandon, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. Fuck me. You call this fucking ? '' she sang, her slit slurping up and down his cock, her snatch backtalk forming a compressed seal of approval along his cock. `` I want to finger your cock-head in my womb, curse it. Fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless pecker. ''

Becky 's speech was coarse, but it was all just part of the phantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was willing to act this office, giving her the illusion she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to wager the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake take that theatrical role. Neither was proper or incorrectly. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included intimate intimacies and oddities in countless forms.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock mise en scene to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimuli assaulting her purulent even as he stroked her clitoris. His other hand cupped her tender titty until she had no choice but to spout hard on that rubber cock, coating it with her juice and odour.

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

All the while Becky 's pussy tormented the cock of the man who loved her enough to be her hard worker. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy buss on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, babe. piece of ass me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's hallucinating cry sang with sexual release, her pussy coating Jake 's cock with its sugared feminine nectar.

passe-partout and break one's back, man and woman. This was a earthly concern where boundaries could be thrown aside, and hidden fantasy explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to ride Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them absolve. Naya had no rue, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please send me a remark to let me know what you thought ! This tarradiddle resonates with thing that happened to me living in a sexually repressed smart set. Remember, always travel along your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty