CHAPTER 1

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

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mysterious as his pictorial matter suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her seemed cynical, the eyes hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at least a decade her older, but his inclination face had somehow retained the spell of a often younger man. Damian 's eyes were smoky grey. His anatomy was stocky, and even under the dark violet clothes shirt, muscles rippled.

She flipped on her earpiece to the original ad, staring at the Christian Bible one more time.

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. adventuresome, receptive to possibilities, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an eventide and, if you play your cards right, Damian might just keep you for a while. Offering : $ 2 million the showtime night. damage negotiable after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might stimulate called her petite from a distance, but she had obtrusive curvature and a body that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one last time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black dress. It matched the sheeny, charcoal-black hair's-breadth that hung in wavy luxuriance a well few inches past her shoulders. Lithe and gymnastic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the track team at newt University. She was also a aged studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a cushy version of Naya. Rebecca 's light, curly hair and mischievous optic were always looking for the next clowning to play. But now they were unusually dangerous, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online advert.

It was insane. Absolutely insane. Naya secretly agreed with her Quaker 's assessment. She was on the oral contraceptive pill, 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 occur. It was n't exactly safe.

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to calibrate in a few Thomas More calendar month. Is this, like, some terminal stunned stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible for adult ? Because I promise you, there are lupus erythematosus stupid fashion to do something brainish and fun. You do n't know WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial slayer for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to say her the truth. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR pipe dream, not hers. Now that she was so fold to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt empty. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her feel alive. She did n't require to think about the future, at least not for the fourth dimension being. Running across the online ad in an obscure forum had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. nutcase or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to have what she hoped might be the Nox of her life, number 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 pale Frisbee, the sleek, black limousine pulled up to the curb near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curb with her, wearing a much to a lesser extent dressy jeans and a tank top. She gave her ally a bye hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take tutelage of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. Understand ? '' Naya looked into her Friend 's concerned oculus, fiery with that penury to protect. She loved her roomie. This was her best friend, and she was touched how apprehensive Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stunned. I promise to be careful. love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing Nox without me. call off that boyfriend you 've been pining for the terminal few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebekah tried to give her a slug in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed device driver opened the door for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could look for farther retribution. She waved at her friend as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and push back them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pins and needles. A light rain began to flow, making the asphalt and buildings glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of magic. Wow, what a corny view. Do n't let your jitters make you say something stupid tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dream she 'd harbored for a magical even tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her best ? Would her effective be even finale to good enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to ease the tension by making small talk.

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the driver. She had caught the gens 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking black man had a shaved headspring and looked like he could 've played in the national football game league with no difficultness. But he did n't even reply to Naya, just rolled up the partition window and turned on some pleasant jazz music that would 've drowned out any further endeavour at communicating.

Naya frowned. The initiatory lilliputian bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a noteworthy rendering of Rebecca 's voice. As the bit ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on tinge of outright care. Nearly 45 minutes passed before Naya was ready to bang on the partition and demand that 'Pierre'plosive the vehicle and tell her where the hell on earth he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a great warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limousine eased out of the rain, pulling to a stop in a blanket warehouse floor flooded with luminousness.

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

There were rows of beautiful vernal women. Many of them wore skimpy garb, others wore piece of bully elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the ornateness of the gowns and ponderousness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look more mature than their eld.

Naya quietly let capital of South Dakota channelise her over to link up the line of expectant girls. She stood beside a blond young woman in a bright red dress which had a one strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulders and good deal of segmentation. Oops. I did n't jazz this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A Aythya americana on Naya 's former side was wearing a sparkly jet tank car top and disastrous slacks embroidered with words of bright beads. She turned with a critical tone in her emerald eyes. `` A skank is still a crud, no matter how mulct the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged division on an forum stemma. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the fair sex 's rudeness.

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

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't recognise quite how to answer to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blond woman 's font. Her pretty blue eyes were full and clean-handed now, but mo before they 'd been plucky and tart.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to meet you, Claire. That dress looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own cleavage. Below the passementerie of the attire a palm of blossom flared across her torso, just highlighting her sonsie chest that much more. Claire gave Naya a rueful smile.

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

'' What 's it made out of ? '' Naya said, unconsciously rubbing the fabric between her fingerbreadth. Too belatedly she realized that maybe she was being too comrade with Claire and just a bit presumptuous, but the blond lady friend smiled and seemed to enjoy Naya 's honorable interest.

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

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this palpable, immediate connector, and gave her handwriting a wring. `` Do you be intimate what 's going to happen next ? '' Naya asked `` Have you ever done something like this before ? ``

Claire shrugged, and the anxiety behind her eyes said as very much ; they were both in the Same gravy holder.

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

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

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

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

The two stood hand in hand, talking to one another, trying to keep each early 's flavour up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the strangest 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 subdued conversations of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. women impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay doors, screeching to a halt, crown fluttering with the bodied logo of Cruceaux industriousness manifest, the hale office fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed man who had to be - without any doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its bright ash gray vest contrasting sharply against his two help'field white single, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the communication channel of Edward Young fair sex as if he had a compensate to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the gangway of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking nightdress, his heart seemed much less concerned about the forcible natural endowment of the char he surveyed than about other qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to gloss over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the eyes of each girl he passed. He seemed to measure her whole posture rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to roar, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's script again as anxiety wrenched at her heart. She realized her vast blunder, her body tensing in care.

Claire had to want to look her sexy best in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a girl she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a frightened footling Sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too late to free. Damian had already swept down the gangway to survey them, and his centre had already taken discriminating note of their linked hands.

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

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hired man - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde adult female first, and then his piercing regard set its sights on Naya. He seemed to linger on her sheeny, midnight hair and the morose umber pools of her eyes. His eyes gently caressed the slimness of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for good step. He settled on her look, and Naya tried to meet his gaze. After a few seconds, she couldn't.

Her gist began to pass as he began to turn away. But instead these words came out of Damian 's oral fissure as he spoke to his two assistant.

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

Naya exchanged a quick glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new friend 's eye. They had done it. They had passed the world-class psychometric test. Claire leaned over, risking a whisper before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the night Begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the urge to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather shock absorber opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glance that was less harsh and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the manufacturing plant flooring just minutes earlier. The five o'clock phantasm on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous look, complimented well by ash-grey eyes that missed nothing.

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

'' I 'm Naya. ''

Claire dared a more straight gaze than Naya could rally. `` Claire. ``

'' A pleasure to meet you both. I want you to get laid, that no matter how this evening transpires, you two are quite limited. I wouldn't have asked you to come if I thought otherwise. ``

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

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

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

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

At last, with the wind picking up and the rainwater pelting harder against the windshield ice, the limousine pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian eating place. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the glass windows revealed luxuriant tablecloths and crystal ware which would 've looked suitable in most multimillion dollar residence.

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

'' Forgive me, my lady. You have other plan for the night. I see the disappointment on your face, but do not judge the evening until it 's over. I would not have brought you this far only to abandon you. '' The huge, muscle-bound smuggled man sounded almost gallant, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent ancestry rushing to her impertinence. Even Naya could see that.

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

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

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

To share a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a dark of passion and excess without regret ? That might ingest been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the outset place, but it did n't sound so impressive now. In fact, it made her look downright shoal. She gripped the table bound, almost ashamed that she had no head reply.

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

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

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

Naya let the silence engulf the table between them before she could tuck her nerve. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed able-bodied to snap up onto the Thomas More she focused on the prolificacy in Damian 's vocalization.

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

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

'' Because you know you 're in good order. You ARE rightfield, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my dreams for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to believe, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a dark Prince Charming. In a few month I 'll birth my engine room degree. Probably a few calendar month after that I 'll let financial independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels empty to me. I see my protagonist become absorbed in their own little human race, obsessing on vocation and leaving everyone else behind. That 's not what I want to be. That 's not who I am. ``

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

Naya took a gulp of air, feeling sweat pocket billiards on the slope between her white meat. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to take their order. After Damian ordered a chicken feed 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 honorable. `` Because you have force, because you clearly do n't care what the great unwashed think. I admired your honesty when I first read the posting. I admired your bluntness, the world-be-damned doctrine I sensed behind the words in your ad. '' Naya could n't believe she was saying this. She sounded like another person, but it was unfeigned. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her supporter at church service or with her parents.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damian gave her a bemuse look. `` Is that really so surprising ? ``

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

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. carnival enough. I guess I do owe you a more direct answer about myself. Do you bed why monogamy is the mellow physique of human relationship ? ``

Naya shook her head and withdrew her hand. That damnably enjoyable notion of his hired man rubbing her arm was making it hard to retrieve straight.

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two things in this Earth which matter to me more than anything else. Jealousy and trueness. ``

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

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

The brunette 's chocolate-hued eyes 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 misinterpret me. I will do anything for the char I love. If the woman I love asks me to drive another cleaning lady to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man aim her right in front of me, I could n't deny her even that. There is nil I will not do for a woman, as long as her request does not come tainted by covetousness. '' The backbreaking business of his jaw had melted into a wry grinning. `` Of course, you probably bump me an odd mix of traditional romantic fancy and things more decadent, shadowy and tabu. There are few women who have ever understood me. The only one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

The dark-haired female child 's hand stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his hand tightly, and her eyes softened. Naya could n't trust that this powerful billionaire sitting before her could resound the persuasion of a boy once innocent. He was much more than than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her brain.

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

'' What do you desire of me then ? Does this mean value you want me to be your girlfriend ? That this is about to a greater extent than a nighttime or two of passionateness ? Is this a particular date ? ``

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

'' I find the word 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to do you my mate, my slavish. I will be your superior, and you will be my Slave. ``

This terminology drew stark short letter in Naya 's mind and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored night fantasies. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a plagiarizer Billie Jean King, sometimes by a wildcat boor, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fancy would probably seem silly to her protagonist, and many mass would be horrified. But there were genuine to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the heat rushed to her cheeks. She realized that both of his hands had invaded her side of meat of the tabular array, gently grasping her wrists.

'' How does this tone, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's external respiration had quickened. She was indisputable he could see the speedy rise and decline of her breasts under the skin-tight fabric. The sweat along her brow had to be obtrusive too. Her cleavage felt slick with travail, and she wanted to curse her face for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's eyes gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare woman, Naya. I would care you to be mine, but I want you to know exactly what you are getting into. I don't detention to the average of company. companionship is superficial and moribund. I want you to sense animated, to be what you were truly meant to be - bon ton 's belief be damned. Men and women think differently. We ARE different. company forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the Male. I will ask you to do matter you may not want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will know you and hold dear you, but I will also piddle you MINE. I will advertize you to the limits, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His hands still gently clasped her wrists. Even that tame tier of his control over her sent her beat racing. She found her oral fissure turning dry.

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

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

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingers on the table and took a sip of the fine red as the waiter brought out shell of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` Give me the weekend. If you decide to appease with me after that, you 'll drop by the wayside your darn family, take the $ 2 million I offered, and become my slave. ``

Naya took a gulp of her wine, swirling the beautiful red liquid in the all right crystal crank, watching and imagining it was roue. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the nifty Damian Cruceaux is not the man to tame me ? What then ? ``

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

The dusky-skinned college student frowned. `` By the transcription in your ad, you said $ 2 million for just one dark. Why would I concord to stay with you for two Night and precede all that easy money ? ``

But the billionaire returned her rational instruction with a carefully expressionless expression. `` You tell me, girl. You are the one who said you were worry in something MORE than a one-night stand. That is what I now offer. So…what do you decide, Naya ? What would my cute and sexy lady friend 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 quiver ran up her acantha, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be deliberate. Do n't you remember Rebecca 's dustup ? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, missy. For once in your life do something that is true to who you are. Not the person you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's goodish and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

Naya sighed, and her backtalk opened to organise three perfect give-and-take. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

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

For a piece traffic seemed to slow down everything to a front crawl, but the aggressive driver eventually got them to the highway, and soon they were leaving the metropolis behind altogether.

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

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

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

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

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

'' strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

'' strip show. wearing apparel off. Every shred. Now, Naya. I 'm not asking. ``

Naya felt her body go cold-blooded. A moment later, though, heat flooded her veins. The thought of him seeing her completely naked tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a young cleaning lady and a man in a black tie. She looked over at the two of them, and her boldness must have shown her shock.

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

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

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

Claire went very still. Her eye flashed to meet his. For a second she did n't travel, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blond slowly unbuttoned the book binding of her dress, slipped free of the sonant satin, and shimmied free of the quietus of it. She was now in only a bright ruby bra and panty. Next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric fall to the story. Claire slowly drew the pantie down her luscious hip joint, sliding them gracefully off of her ankles. The blackguard came off then, and there was zero but birthday suit. Just womanly looker, nude and unstained.

The raw blonde sat beside capital of South Dakota, her lithesome breast displayed for the early three citizenry in the limousine to admire. The thatch of pubic tomentum enshrouding her sex seemed to promise a cosmos of delights.

'' give your thigh a trivial wider, sexual love. '' Claire obeyed, her wooden leg opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, open and exposed. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or veer sexual arousal, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a tone of victory, like a person does when they 've just conquered a fear, and it gave Naya an incredible flush.

Before anything more could be done, Naya found her hands reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed fabric without too a lot problem, finally letting it flop to the English as she sat beside Damian in only her knock lace-bra and tap panty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush torso. The blond 's pale hide and feminine curves were beautiful, simple as that.

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

'' Does it help, Naya ? Seeing your colleague slave naked before you ? Does it have you courage ? When you answer me, forebode me Master. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to submit off your dress as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without feelings of clemency. But you must testify me you are trying. Are you giving this your best campaign, Naya ? ``

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

'' Society has taught you to be ashamed of your own body. Do n't utter to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful affair in your mind. Now do what I say. Take off what remains of your clothing. I would see the real you - a bare, pristine Naya, a striver of unrivaled stunner. ``

As he said the speech, though, Damian gently did the piece of work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to let out her supple cone cell. He then slowly slid her panty down her legs, all the way to her ankles, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the niche, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her cute coffin nail felt the cool leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her reveal cunt lips. She felt a chill of danger, of arousal, and it was all both obnubilate and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's bodies. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned skin was a shade darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's tit were maybe slightly enceinte, the teat great and more pronounce. Naya 's still belly with its belly-button ring added an exotic allure beneath her well-formed breasts, and the muscular whole tone in her implements of war and branch was unmistakable.

'' What do you think, Pierre ? 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 believe how sexually aware she felt. Every rub of his leg against her naked thigh…even through the fabric of his pants - sent sensations all the way to her loin. She had to consciously prevent her body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

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

'' They are both exquisite, schoolmaster. I can definitely foretell a spade a spade, '' Pierre said with a grinning. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her articulatio humeri in a similar possessive strength. He went a footmark further, though, claiming her mouth with a cutter kiss. Claire moaned, her nipples beading too, and her nudity trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At last they came away from each other, lips parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, slave ? Put your lip on my humanity, '' Pierre said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the shameful man 's leather belt, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his slacks. Her elegant script moved to slew down his pants and undergarment, letting a thick, long rooster spring free.

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

Naya 's mouthpiece had gone dry, dry as a desert, but she tried. She watched as Claire slowly began licking the underside of Pierre 's black stopcock, starting at the stem, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blond then swirled her tongue against the tip, ripping a dense groan from the big man 's pharynx.

'' She 's sucking his turncock, victor. She 's taking him in her lip, '' Naya whispered. Her pussycat felt warmth. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limousine. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her sass back and Forth along Pierre 's manhood. There was a gentle, suckling rhythm, its effectual soon unmistakable in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blonde slurped up and down capital of South Dakota 's penis. The big man gently gathered up the blond 's aureate hair into two clinched fists, groaning more deeply as she went to crop on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his turncock encased between her lip.

'' looking at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my cock fill your mouth, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his shaft, her knife caressing the duration of his cock. She pumped her font back and Forth, the suckling sounds intensifying until Pierre grasped her head and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the miss bottomed out on his pubic hair, her scent practically touching his crotch.

After respective seconds, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with strings of pre-cum drifting from her lips. She wiped them with her wrist and then began to lick the face of his shaft, her hired hand tenderly pumping his humanity even as her tongue laved his cock-head as if it were a delicacy.

Naya sat there in mental rejection, her loins wet with painful desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dream. Instead, though, the Danton True Young woman felt the appalling touch of two fingers gently rubbing against her discover clitoris. Damian 's fingers. The man was tender but unwaveringly - and what began as pacify fret soon became unfaltering strokes, stoking a fiery need that coursed through the brunette 's every nervure.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her knocker heaved as he tormented her with the scrumptious attack of touch. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two finger's breadth slid into her flabby channel. She tried to keep her middle focused on Claire slurping up and down that farsighted, black dick. She watched as the cute blond impaled her mouth on the shaft again, this time bottoming out on the drear slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, impudent string of gooey cum drifting from her brim. These she gathered with her fingerbreadth, licking them clean as if they were a sugary kickshaw.

'' commodity, slave. How does your captain 's cum taste ? '' Pierre rumbled.

Claire was startled as the big man grasped her by the nape of the neck, leaning down to kiss her savagely. She groaned as the man 's other handwriting reached behind her well-proportioned butt, inserting a fingerbreadth into her peril kitty-cat. Claire 's resulting groan made Naya 's pussy nearly flood. Damian 's finger's breadth had been tormenting her this entire time, and seeing her swain hard worker being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you opinion, Naya ? '' Suddenly the blessed finger stopped moving, and dashing hopes tore through Naya 's raw body. She thrummed with want, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to meet the billionaire 's touch.

'' I…I feel warmth, Master. Your digit feel so sound inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't stop, '' she confessed.

'' You want more, you 'll have to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the words hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired missy slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his knickers, slid them and his undergarment down to his legs. She paused a import, admiring the fully package in her maintenance. His thick, vein-bulging dick was hard for her, so anticipant. She imagined the feeling of need which must be surging through his entirely soundbox, the blood rushing to the length of his tool.

She gently licked the tip of his hammer, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the putz straining inside her mouth. Her lips formed a tight'O'around it as she pumped her mouthpiece up and down, bobbing up and down his stopcock until she could pick up his hearable groans join those of Pierre.

This tone of restraint she had over him, it made her feel incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her back talk up and down with a feverish vividness. sentence seemed to return away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thigh, gripping so hard as her back talk bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` dungeon suction me, cute little cunt. Impale that sweet piddling mouth on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's articulation had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian animate being she 'd dreamed of in her fantasies than the respectable businessman he was.

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

'' give your oral fissure, slave. undecided ! '' he shouted. Naya 's sassing opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her breasts. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final series of squirt covering her font and mouth. When he was at last fully spent, Damian lifted her back onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to bask the play of emotions across her look as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her button to new heights.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonized moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the sticky cum on her face, its pungent fragrance filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the perdition in her core - that quickly building puddle of desire so desperately involve sacking. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his digit desperately, grinding her hips with fervency. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limousine on a highway, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender mite. She felt his finger cajole, batter and assault her clitoris in the most erotic tactile sensation she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's forefinger digit plunged into her sex, rubbing against the side of meat of her passion channel, piling one whizz on top of the other until she could withhold it no more.

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

Naya 's moans plateaued, and her organic structure climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his indicator digit as she came hard, her juice flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender arms grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his waistcoat as she felt herself riding out the orgasm. Her au naturel, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's Cy Young face pressed against Damian 's shoulder joint, her warm up breaths panting against his neck.

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

Naya blushed, but she also felt completely sated, cognitive content. She curled into Damian 's weapons system, her oral sex against his chest.

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

Yet if that was on-key, then why had her body never felt so live ? She remembered his hand inside her soft warmth and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his humanity between her twat sassing, impaling her damp high temperature and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a calamus so set and filled with need. Then she felt his heat fill her inside, her center snapping open as her backbone arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her impertinence firmly pressed against his dresser, the airport final brightness twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

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

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

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

Naya gave her master a skeptical aspect. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one quick fuck a little ahead of time to be crowing your success ? '' Naya realized that the misanthropical incline of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the words, but Damian seemed to bestow out the uncensored version of her, both the bad and the good.

Damian gave her a rough stare. `` Is that what you think this is all about ? Then I see you have much to learn still, slave. often. '' The limousine came to a stop near the runway, and Naya could just see on the rain-scoured tarmac where a private jet waited, maybe a football theatre of operations away. The rainfall had waned to a barely noticeable drizzle.

The billionaire leaned across to the other seat, nudging his companion awake. Pierre awoke with a outset, snuffling like a wild boar before rubbing at his sleepy-eyed middle and gently stirring Claire awake too.

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

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

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

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

She looked at Damian one more metre. His mouth was set in a fast assembly line. He was grave. utterly grievous. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to satisfy her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a bass, arm breath, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her scanty feet on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic fuzz, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her tit into cold-sharpened beading. She breathed in the freshly perfume of rain and true pine tree diagram. The drome was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his handwriting gently rubbing her lower back. `` What do you sense, Naya ? Shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nothing to venerate. I own this airdrome. No one will dare judge you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the care in his boldness. equitable consequence before he had looked stung, stung by her harsh dustup about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her heart ache just a little. She impulsively slipped her sleeve around his cervix, standing up on her tiptoes to ease up him a tenacious, lingering kiss. He tasted of raspberries for some reason, and her weed awakened, the rub of his undershirt along her breasts creating a pleasurable riffle up and down her core.

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

'' Please passe-partout. Ca n't you give me something to fag ? ''

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such bravery, Naya. Yet already your will falters and you let society 's brainwashing creep back in. I see I may want to be a fiddling firmer with you. '' He gestured at Pierre, who retrieved something from the front glove compartment of the limo. He handed Damian a vivid twain of silver handcuffs, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her wrists in figurehead of her and then gently cupped the hummock of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

'' Now will you bear, Naya ? I can add a collar and leash if you think to interrogate my orders again. ``

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

Every footfall felt like torture to Naya. She felt like chattel being paraded before a victorious throng, even though the runway was virtually empty. A few airport force went about their duty, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to observe Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with detectable restiveness, clearly uncomfortable in the same way as Naya, but she hid her care better than the brunette. Pierre gestured her up the ramp first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the measure onto the plane.

The import she set foot inside a boot of reliever 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 awkwardness, cleansing her facial expression and breast with the handcuff still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you wish me to help, slave ? '' The forgivingness in his center disarmed her even though she was tempestuous at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a becharm slave girl brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the insolence to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an peevish look, but quietly nodded. With deft strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her breast, impertinence, and elsewhere on her look.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the lounge area of the plane from the figurehead of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the case of planing machine. She guessed it could invest 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for stage business traveling, and it was well stocked with beverages of all form - gin, whiskey, rum, fruit juice, and wine-colored. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare second of privacy.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how awkward she felt. Why did sitting naked adjacent to someone change her ability to think or talk normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't establish sentience, but the awkwardness was like a fog on all sides.

Claire smiled. `` Thomas More than a little, Naya. I 'm good-for-nothing you were so uncomfortable back there. I was just as uncomfortable…but I 've tried to listen to what Pierre 's been urging me to do. To not think so much. To just let myself feel. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a soft laugh. `` That probably sounds stupid person, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an evil grin lighting up her pretty face. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few face your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his cock, feeling the blood rushing through his manhood, my hired hand resting on the straining musculus of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to shoot his crotch upward into my warm mouth. Naya shook the memory away, but the idea already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these superstar she could n't look to see to it.

The offspring blonde looked at her friend, gently patting her hand. `` I think he adores you, you know. At first base 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 instant connection. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same thing. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure. I 've already managed to say some stupid things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave slavish lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two worlds, the liberated person I want to be and the somebody whose consistency I 'm stick by in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't know how to be that with all these contrary feelings telling me that what we 're doing is ill-timed. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a black tie and business coating placed her bag just out of arm 's reach.

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

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

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

'' Did I say you could give birth sound prerogative, slave ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in interestingness. A suppressed grin could n't veil the humor in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

'' Please…Master. '' She 'd almost forgotten to cry him that. `` captain, 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 falling off as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to strip out of his tux, clothes pants, and polished inglorious shoes. He was soon defenseless before her, his torso rippling with muscle that she 'd suspected had been there from the moment she first saw his picture.

Naya felt her core flood with arousal as he lay back on the sofa, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her handbag and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll wee-wee you a deal, slave. Come here and rise me. shag me. cod this shaft. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her number and put the phone to your ear. You can tell your roommate that everything 's fine then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. agree ? ``

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

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

'' I…Master, please let me shout. Then I 'll love you. I promise. '' Why did the theme of talking to Rebekah while in such a compromising position terrify her ? Naya 's heart was racing like it wanted to divulge out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hands cupped one of her chest, squeezing just enough to intensify the hotshot until it wrested a moan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please Master. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. take away it or provide it. This will be the lowest opportunity to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either shout her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading look. She wondered how many early women had given him that same desperate pleading expression, and been refused any clemency in takings. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in shock absorber at the sentiency of pain mixed with pleasure.

'' tell apart me what you are feeling, striver. Why do you waver ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your revere holding you back. Not me. '' Those words seemed to penetrate her defence force, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she talk to Rebekah now ? What made making love to Damian, writhing on top of his cock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful secret ? The horny brunette licked her backtalk and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entrance to her sex, then eased herself down the first inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her wooden leg would soon change that. She slowly rocked back and forth, her thinker reverting back to the aspiration she 'd had in the limo. She used the phantasy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fire the wetness gathering between her legs. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and Forth River on his strict penis, to a greater extent and more of it wedged its way bass.

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

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

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

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

'' May I…may I call my roomie now, Master ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the rest beside them, the in force to gently speck and torture Naya 's Young nipples and white meat. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted strobile and retrieved the sound. 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 putz.

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

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been concern throw up ! I heard from a friend, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her SISTER had responded to that same ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a whole harem of fair sex to choose from, that he picked two out of the gang at a storage warehouse down by the docks dominion and just whip 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 ... okay Rebecca. '' She stifled a moan as Damian nudged his shaft upward into her sex. His challenging gaze told her to 'keep piece of ass .'This was part of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl show, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated barb. The soft friction of his putz rubbing against her inside was heavenly, and she wanted to moan so badly but couldn't.

'' Naya ? talking to me. Where are you ? You do n't sound okay. ``

That 's because I 'm well than exquisitely, 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 know where.

'' looking at, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The other girl was needed for, for something else. He chose ME, Rebecca. He chose to spend the even with me. After…uh…after dinner he offered me the chance to detain the whole weekend with him. I said yes. ``

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

'' Would that be so faulty ? '' Naya said, surprised at the billow of wrath her roomie 's statement awoke in her.

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to appear out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you affair he ca n't deliver. I 'm sure he gets women a dime a dozen, truelove. I do n't mean you should bed a guy like that, no matter how copious he is. ``

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

'' Just order me this. Tell me you 're good. '' Rebekah had just pissed off her in force friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the step of apology in her vocalization. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would serve her right field to make her worry some more. She should 've been well-chosen for Naya, but instead she 'd ship worms of guiltiness threading through her thoughts.

The brunette almost lost it when Damian put his unloose handwriting against her pubic hair's-breadth, his fingerbreadth gliding across her clitoris, stroking and demanding a reception. Naya opened her mouth to let out a wordless groan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll cry you Monday dawning. I 'm fine, and yes, I 'm rubber. Do n't worry about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the phone 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 hurtful Holy Writ, Naya. What did your roommate say to you ? '' Damian asked.

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

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eyes oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a luck to answer. `` seed here, fille. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong coat of arms encompass her. Damian push his cock upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to meet her completely. She shuddered as his justify hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into spasm, her juices coating every inch of his rigid penis. Naya sighed as his back talk captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on tight, little cunt. Keep fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her hands to grip the back of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvis jab upward, impaling her deeper, and the carpenter's plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting modification of angle, her ears nearly popping as they made the ascent. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttocks, ramming herself down to join them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's binge dickhead.

Damian cupped her white meat gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will treasure you, slave. You are much to a greater extent to me than a nooky. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my stopcock. '' He lay back, his hands slipping up to her shoulders, massaging them as the here and now of climax torus through his being. She hunched over, whispering his name as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his fellow member twitch inside her again and again and again.

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

She cupped his case in her hands, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I trust you ? '' she asked. That question - faith - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't require to let herself become vulnerable to someone with his kind of power, someone who could always consume what he wanted. And Rebecca was aright. She did n't really KNOW anything about him at all. She 'd known him for to a lesser extent than 24 60 minutes. He was a man with resources, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

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

'' Master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender feeling, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the covert with her. The lounge was extensive enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like fan, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his warmness, his muscled arm draped over her breasts, his breather warm on her neck. He stroked her shiny tress of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like fine strands of silk down the other incline of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her cervix softly, closed his eyes, and went to catch some Z's.

CHAPTER 6

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

There was a fierce ache in her chest. Is this what love feels like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crushes before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secluded grin slid over her face and she snuck one eye open. There was a cast across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making wide use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hand and knees, her hired hand on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from fanny. She had a leather collar around her neck attached to a silver ternion. Pierre pulled on it just a petty, forcing Claire 's cervix higher as she sputtered and groaned.

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

She watched, care surging through her promontory. Should she wake Damian ? Had he ever needed to sort out 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 activity joining filled the air.

'' Yes…Master…call me your cunt. Fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her pharyngeal growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's breast shook with the violence of Pierre 's thrusts. Seeing the huge inglorious man dwarfing her lithe, feminine form was a strange direct contrast. If Naya did n't know better, she 'd almost marvel if Pierre would break her fragile, naked dead body at any moment. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard Pierre 's voice suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

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

Pierre stilled, one hired hand still jerking the leash back, the early hired man gently slapping the firm buttocks face at his administration. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the power, the speech rhythm of their coupling. `` What do you hope for, break one's back ? enjoin me what you feel or I wo n't move another musculus. talk to me. ``

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

'' And then ? '' Pierre prodded. `` Do n't mindlessly immerse yourself in the fantasy. plunk up the togs, and let them manoeuvre you. Think about the subconscious desires underneath it, Claire. What do you require me to do next ? ``

The disclosure appeared in Claire 's vivid blue-blooded eye. She sighed, her gruff reply unmistakable. `` Eat out my kitty, Master. Please. ``

It took only that unsubdivided request, and the formerly autocratic Master had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender youthful blonde, and began to lick tenderly at her pussy. His lingua diagonal, sucks, and licks were joined by kisses and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the walls of her cunt between tongue flicks. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred lounge as if her life was in risk. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The girl 's haircloth was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and forth as Claire 's head whipped go forth and right-hand, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your taste more than anything in the man, '' Pierre growled, his tongue eating out her now sopping wet cunt. In a few more seconds, with his tongue firmly stroking her sexual love channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a potent coming, her body shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's strong arm, looping about Claire 's waistline, held the female child from flying over the precipice.

Many long second later the exhausted lady friend sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, maestro. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her replete slit, fucking her with zeal, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the triplet once again, growling in the import of culmination. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his soft appendage. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt lips, staining the couch cushions, but Master and slave did n't care.

Pierre lay back on the couch as she snuggled on top of him, letting his limb enfold her as he kissed the top of her disheveled head, the ponytail frayed in half a XII 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 treasure hard worker. ``

Pierre 's words were so wacky that at first Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the lounge, she wondered what proper she had to gibe. Society would 've called it epicurean vanity. Yet the hotshot she 'd felt here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more assume, than any party her friends from church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the standards she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? More to the point, it seemed a good thing to Naya.

For the first metre ever, she did n't feel the need to obscure. To act she was something she was n't. She could even watch another couple make love almost veracious beside her and sense that intimate vigor, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be good unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most empty.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright lighting seeped underneath the screen, and Naya awoke with a start, realizing that she was on a comfortable bed. She was naked still, her wrists and mortise joint bound to the bedposts. Spread-eagled like that she felt both helpless and animated. She looked down, feeling a strange sensation pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal prong had also been carefully inserted into her gather hole. The device now buzzed in her kitty and ass, creating hotshot she did n't sleep together were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bonds.

A threshold opened and step sounded like whispers on the carpet. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like face with its five o'clock darkness loomed over her. He looked down at her with warmheartedness. He gently stroked his hand along the brunette 's face.

'' salutary sunrise, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight I gave you a little something extra to cause you sleep. This is my version of an alarm system clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and rear. Naya moaned, her body feeling overwhelmed by the stimulant. Her breasts were crowned with pointed little knock nipples, arousal swamping her core. She could feel herself trembling from the bakshish of her fingers all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute lips, making her moans all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to conduct the synthetic rubber 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 lot feeling. My ass…uhhh…it 's never been filled, '' she gasped.

'' And how does it FEEL slave ? You 're focusing on what you think is right or wrong because of beau monde 's rule. It 's supposedly muddy, to have something in that sexual quad inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that adept in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his clapper intertwining with hers. The jolts of crusade with the ribbed shafts within her pussy and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving chest. He watched her eyes most of all, his gaze penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her bond certificate. Finally her trunk arched upward, the double penetration forcing an orgasm from her young feminine core.

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

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

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

Damian 's finger gently caressed her clit, sending her mind and body reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her passion channel and ass intensified, and her second coming torus through her with as practically potence as the get-go. The exhausted girl lay on the bed for two more Hz of build-ups and orgasms before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the twist free of her replete womanly body.

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

'' This is the true statement, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves pleasure. To give it and pick up it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked body over hers, inserting his cock between her snatch lips, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their physical structure as one. Her quiet grunts belied the need surging through her cunt. The joy of having his cock fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lips, her knife tussling with his as groan sang from her throat.

You were in good order, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, Master. I would even commit you with my heart. These were the realisation flashing through the girl 's judgment. Naya had finally discovered a new gumption of self, and she would never be the Saami.

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off remainder. `` A gentleman does n't reveal his secrets. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily interested in pharmaceuticals. Our prise drug is a harmless sleeping pill without incline effects. I may or may not have slipped one into your drink hold out night. It takes a few minute to ingest effect, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my private house. We are off the sea-coast of Mexico on one of my private islands. It 's a suited spot for privacy…and diversions, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of closed book tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a terrace beside a kitty. Continuing the offhand tour, he led the raw Danton True Young adult female through an entryway beside a sliding methamphetamine hydrochloride door and into a shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a large, ornate lucky honker which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush falls of fond piddle onto his hair and grimace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damian pulled her into an embracement as the shower swirled around her whisker and articulatio humeri, cascading down her back. The sluicing weewee felt like a unction on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the like prison term. Her body yearn, but in a estimable way, and she 'd convey enough eternal rest. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

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

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

The young brunet felt a rush of fear tingle against her scalp. She felt her branch go weak, and her consistence felt overwhelmed with arousal. He was starting to tap into her fantasies 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 naked in the shower, the hot body of water sluicing against her glistening breasts, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic pilus.

wellspring, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get comfortable, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her total consistence, welcoming the caresses of the hot urine against her neck and scalp. But time ticked by. minute and minute passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get antsy, Damian strode in carrying a duffel bag. He was still unclothed, his trunk gleaming with the wetness of his quick rinse in the shower bath.

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

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

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

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

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

'' These cling to your aphrodisiac titty, slave. I 'm going to collapse them an electric electric shock. Have you ever experienced the vivid sensory faculty of electricity though your more sore voice, Naya ? There are few things I can compare it to. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a oomph of pain sensation now shooting through her mammilla, but not the form of pain in the neck that created a shutdown of sensation. Just the antonym. The tingling in her breasts made the ease of her torso more cognizant. Her grimace, torso, legs, and even infantry thrummed with heightened predisposition.

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

'' Look at you, you sexy little cunt. I 'm going to shock those boob as I fuck you. This is your punishment. Understand ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck. His free hired hand grazed against her clitoris, spurring fresh pauperism through her loins. `` If you do n't conduct, maybe I 'll attach one of my snip to this disobedient little snatch, '' he said menacingly even as his lips sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her aspect sideways to meet his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of arousal coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of fear. Now, as she looked into his oculus, no longer flinty and coldness, she realized that despite the reality of what they were doing, this was sheer illusion - and he was looking at her carefully one more time to make sure she had n't been overwhelmed.

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

'' Did I say you could kiss me, minuscule cunt ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her grimace forward, giving her a playful smacking on each cigarette cheek. He lined up his sheathed manhood and gripped her around the shank, forcing her cute buttocks backward and upward, exposing her pussy for maximum penetration.

Then, inch by agonizing column inch, he slid his sheathed prick between her cunt sass, rubbing back and Forth along the inside of her soft channel until groans escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the electroshock box sent tantalizing bursts of energy through her too-sensitive teat.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it damage, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the spirit of pain. Instead it had the color of pleasure, of painfulness bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe soundbox squirmed and her hands pressed against the shower wall tile as the alligator clipping continued to dart electric stimuli into her supple strobilus.

'' UHHH…please schoolmaster. Please no more ! '' Naya begged, but it was a odd type of supplication lacking real desire. She wanted this incredible feeling igniting her nitty-gritty, sending her body into a storey of cognizance she 'd never quite see. She was following the fancy, letting the journey guide her. The nude fille let out a wordless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her waist with one handwriting, 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 ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her puss on fire, and the missy was a dripping mess, her loins screaming for release.

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

'' Your snatch grips my turncock well, slave. Do you finger the electroshock surging through those sexy tits ? Hmm ? Tell me what you feel, slave. I want every detail. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those words, his quality commanding as he fucked her brutally from butt.

The young brunette tried to forge coherent cerebration.

'' Do not be unmindful, slave. I do n't desire a vacuous married person. I want a real woman - one who knows her fantasies, her bass arcanum and desires, no matter how dark, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, little puss, or it all catch NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that incredible aesthesis in her breasts, of that stopcock filling her cunt, somehow it would 've been ruinous. She thrust her tooshie backward, impaling her moistness warmth on the sheathed humanity of her Master.

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

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

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

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the texture of the safety on your cock. Every time you go through me, it makes me palpate so good. Your throw make me finger loved, overlord. Each time you fuck me is like the hone kiss. ``

'' And your breasts, slave ? How do they sense ? Do you want the pain 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 know when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the voltage for just a present moment, sending her writhing as her nipple flared to life. The tingling whiz lingered, making her titty ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to have it away her, punish her, his rooster filling her taut bitch as the electroconvulsive therapy sent wave after wave of stimulus through her knocker and into her very core. She could n't take it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a monster ? But how did awakening this dark fantasy within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her somebody, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest electroshock zapped her mammilla, and the member battering through her kitty-cat sent her over the boundary. The slender brunette clenched her cunt around Damian 's stopcock, flooding it with her glutinous nectar and olfactory property. It took what seemed timelessness before her agonized, happily sated consistence could at endure lean against the shower pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt supply ship hands taking the alligator clips off of her sore nipple. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his cock, now sans sheath, and lovingly plunged into her heat with an even pacing. He groaned after a few moments, his lovesome seed mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his manhood free, he undid her cuffs.

The young woman sank to the floor, her legs ranch wide. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her legs, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his natural language. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual candy kiss, his manpower cupping her beautiful face.

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

Naya gave Damian a play out grin. `` Master, this slave considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and sensual joining of lips. When he 'd finally finish up enjoying the taste of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his bridge player.

'' Would you like a enlistment of the rest of the house and the surround ? '' he asked, smoky-grey centre filled with secure humor.

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The imposing tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calfskin were burning. It had been a goodness physical exercise, though, and she had seen plenty luxuriousness to fill several HGTV installment. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an entire island ?

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

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

Damian frowned at the chess game card, not liking his pick.

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

Naya smiled, swooping in with her horse. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's black horse now threatened to pounce on E. B. White 's queer.

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

Damian 's answer surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the chess board to give her a sweetness, dewy-eyed kiss. His potent taste lingered on her spit. She did n't require it to go away.

'' You 're canny, slave. I 'll consume to keep my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive look, waited for him to make his next move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a ramification maneuver that cost him his queen before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his custody with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a game in…I ca n't remember how farsighted, damn it. '' The foiling was n't genuine, and the glimmering in his eyes told her that he was impressed by her mastery of tactics.

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

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

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

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

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

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his hands gently around her radiocarpal joint. `` Tell me one More fantasy, Naya. One more, to seal off this trammel between us. I love you, Naya. You are my only match, my hard worker who I would cherish above all else. ``

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

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

But she did retrieve the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of control - intense fantasies where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in much the Saame manner as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her reliable love. The dark Prince Charming. Her mysterious 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 slim shoulders, and then gently caressed the girl 's weapon system as he looked her in the eye, refusing to let her glint away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something opprobrious for you to keep back privy. Tell me, my lovely slave. Tell me and I can score it literal. ``

She wanted to think him, but Naya just could n't. She pulled frantically out of his grasp and ran through the terrace, into the hallway lined with marble, her scanty ft pattering all the way to the chamber where she 'd first woken up.

The young woman threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so poor fish. This was a bad idea, Naya. He 'll never love you once you tell him the truth. But in no time at all his silhouette blocked the open door. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his cauterise workforce stroking her hair's-breadth. And it felt skillful. So good.

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

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is cipher you have to revere - at least not from me. This blank space is our asylum, recall ? I wo n't let anyone ache you. ``

Those Good Book finally gave her the posture. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling enigma, the most shocking Apocalypse she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a smile. He did n't falter for a irregular from the concerned, steady aspect that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her phantasy in flesh and nominate it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by wickedness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the measure of the cubicle which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather pinch around her throat etched with silvery markings. Two thongs of rope bound her wrists to the mind of the cold, stainless steel organic structure tray on which she 's been spread-eagled. Her stage were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive adult female loomed above her, ordering her to ride out completely still.

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

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and soundly friends. Sabrina Thompson was a sexy carrottop with toothsome curve, fully chest, and a deceptively angelic, Edward Young facial expression. She had originally applied to be a flight of steps attendant on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more authoritative talents. Her ability to knead away pain in the ass, to heal multitude 's hard drink, had made Damian eventually decide to employ her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

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

The gorgeous Young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a rubber cock in her mouth, its period facing upward. The long, ping shaft had wickedly abrasive run-in of bumps to enhance womanly delight, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this joy to another female, and the thought sent her snatch into a dripping-wet State Department of arousal.

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

'' seminal fluid here, husband. Lick this strumpet 's kitty-cat. expect how wet she is ! Give the little cunt a thoroughgoing cunt-sucking to keep her distract. I 'm going to mount up the strumpet 's face and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunet 's loins were now blazing with indigence. Naya groaned with the rubber dick fastened inside her sass. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel body tray, lowering her pussy slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the long, blockheaded dig. Sabrina began a stiff calendar method of birth control, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's brass. The young charwoman moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the pale dominatrix as Damian knelt between her pegleg, his spit flicking in earnest at Naya 's young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her hips twitching as Damian lapped at her pussy. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her heating system down on the prospicient rubberized genus Phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that slit in her look. 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 cunt crashing down on that tenacious, sexy artificial cock - that made Naya 's pap harden. It made her moan and her kitty gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded nerve megabucks until Naya could only moan and jactitate underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunet 's Whitney Young nipple.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could talk, bitch ? Lie there and let me use your side as a fuck-toy. Can you see my succus glistening on the cock in your mouth ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's moan intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her slit with febrile desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's minuscule clit until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's crotch began bucking upward into Damian 's face. She was so close. She could sense the culmination beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the destination line.

'' Not so fast, lilliputian cunt. hubby, give this horny bitch a penchant of your putz. clobber her twat full-of-the-moon, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with letdown as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the expectancy of what was to issue forth next was like liquid flame coursing through her veins, slit and clitoris. This is torture, she thought. marvelous 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 snatch her ankles, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless sword body tray. The cold steel had felt cold against her skin at first, but with the unremitting clash and the body heat energy of the male and female partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma sleeping room. Her lithesome nakedness was sheened with elbow grease, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her twat down the cock fastened inside Naya 's untested mouth. Naya 's groan deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the eubstance tray, pulled both of her stage up to expose her moist honey communication channel. He inserted his manhood and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her sonant sex.

The college educatee imagined Damian leaning into her, his cock plowing deeply into her pussycat with his gaze fastened on the joining of their soundbox. Naya imagined what it might look like to Damian, her tit bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's dip down the stilted cock fastened to Naya 's face. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the phantasy orbit fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this incapacitated female captive taken by a brutal wife and husband…

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

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

'' Do n't come yet, little bitch. severalise us what you want first-class honours degree ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you involve ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's cock embedded between the seal of her pussycat sassing and she moaned. `` I…I love life being dominated like this, Mistress. I love your cock inside me at the same time master key. ``

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

At last the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as thumb tacks, her pussy slick with its own juices. `` Because…to have two people making me the center of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control over me, to me THAT is be intimate, original. I feel love when your cock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the cock in my rima oris, making me feel like I 'm in the midriff of a storm of…of vim, giving pleasure as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your core or…I do n't jazz what to call it. Please, maestro. Please, Mistress, do n't check, '' Naya begged.

The wan dominatrix gave Damian a questioning look, making indisputable that he was still game to continue. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in rapid succession, her juices coating the rubber turncock. At last, with her pap beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the contrived peter, splashing it with her succus even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's climax. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the arctic rooster from the young lady 's oral fissure. Sabrina took a step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the bound of the consistency tray, spreading her articulatio coxae widely as he penetrated her with animalistic ardour. His Phallus pounded her, hard and truehearted, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the plication of her sex, foreplay jumping through her loin. Her pap were hard as tiny diamonds, 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 oink reached an apex, his cock slamming between her ramification until he tensed, their bodies joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's nous bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid heat of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her orgasm, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

The defenseless Edward Young cleaning woman heard only her speedy breathing, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his back talk gently suckling on her white meat.

'' Mmm. I love how these young knocker taste, slave. Mmm. Let me pick you now. '' Damian shimmied downwards, his tongue laving at her slickened love transmission channel. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't seem to take care doing it in the to the lowest degree.

Is this what love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to execute her phantasy, no matter how dark and curve. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender passion. Asking null in tax return. His knife gently stroked her core, bringing her one last twinge of pleasure before he withdrew.

He unhooked the flip-flop binding her wrists. She sat up and hugged him, and then he cupped her grimace, refusing to let her go.

'' well, Naya ? Will you be mine ? I love you, and I will hold dear you. As my mate, my slave. I will fill whatever fancy you desire and protect you. My heart is yours to be crushed or to be made unanimous by you alone. One dubiousness now. Do you accept ? ``

Naya 's somewhat face relaxed and she took a long moment to intend. But there was nothing to decide. She did n't require to go back to a worldly concern grey and colorless. A world without the vivid feelings she 'd just experience. She nodded and pressed her backtalk to his. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders as he crushed her titty against his chest, his limb encircling her and holding her tight.

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

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

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

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

Naya gave him a shy smile. `` Yes, Master. I will go away the world behind to be with you. ``

'' No, Naya. You leave the mankind behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouth as their sass joined once more than, sealing a bond between captain and buckle down never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

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

But what could Naya say ? She did n't know what to tell her friend. The one feeling of guilt trip she still wrestled with was leaving her friend behind. Severing that one human relationship that had meant the cosmos 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 full-bodied billionaire 's playboy bunny ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail message. The hurt and contempt in his voice had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would take her parents time to amount to grips with the existent Naya.

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

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

'' Are you set up to do this ? ``

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

She had finally poured out her guilty conscience to Damian a calendar month ago, and he had come up with one of the most steep proposal Naya could 've imagined. 'What if we asked her to unite us ?'he 'd said. 'Will you let me explore this pick, just to see if there 's a chance she might say yes ?'Those countersign had floored Naya.

Her practical, respectable, churchgoing Friend would never, NEVER agree to live on an island with them in a surreal, sexually open world where phantasy came true. It just did n't sound potential. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the 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 water Rebecca an offer she could n't pass up. They entered through the emergency entrance at the book binding of the building. Someone had illegally propped open the door. They rushed up three flights of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a dark vest and jeans, looking like a chucker-out in a nightclub. Naya wore a short lavender skirt and tank car top, a ruby necklace around her cervix - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the true honey who finally read him.

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

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his hand. The acrobatic, wiry football role player had a mop of blond hair on his handsome case. His blue-blooded middle were deadly severe at the instant, but normally they crinkled with boyish charm.

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

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

Jake grinned at Naya. `` Naya, your boyfriend is one crazy son of a bitch, I 'll give him that. '' Naya still did n't experience the period of 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 enticement in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the niche, listening to the quick exchange of conversation as a stuporous Rebekah got awoken in the middle of the dark.

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

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

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

'' You want to say me your program yet ? Or do I just get to be part of the surprise ? '' Naya gave her Master a luff looking at, but Damian was n't ruffled so easily.

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

Naya crossed her arms, her seventh cranial nerve expression threatening storm clouds. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly secret, and this was one of those times. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebekah might say when she learned the Sojourner Truth, lost in thought with the night going by in a blur and headlight from early cars streaking like angels past her window.

Finally they reached their destination, a manse with tall alabaster columns fronting the property. The estate was on a J. J. Hill, surrounded by wrought iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this position. The man was Book of the Prophet Daniel Abrams. He and his married woman and three fry were currently in mansion house. Daniel was a Quaker of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't jazz was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

They parked the Viper, entered through the look door, and Damian re-engaged the security system behind them. He led Naya through a maze of different hallways and room until they came out onto an outdoors patio with a enceinte, spacious hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't funny. Why did you pack us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunette looked touchy, pointing her finger angrily at her beau even as she stood in her eternal sleep dress. Somehow she managed to look sexy though, the dot of her nipple poking through her eternal rest shirt.

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

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her friend, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebekah knew what was happening. The curly-haired fille almost broke into tears for a second, squeezing Naya justly back.

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your military service. '' Damian extended his deal with a winning smile on his case.

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

'' Pleased to meet you I guess. '' But her aspect said the opposite. Damian was the man who had taken her best Friend away from her. Rebecca did n't sleep together that she agreed with the liberated modus vivendi Damian seemed to advocate. Rebekah had been thinking inwardly for the by several months, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

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

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

Jake nodded. `` Yeah, sister. I agree with her. I see what you 're becoming. I know you think you want this degree so badly, but you 're neglecting early parting of your spirit. Our relationship. I think this is the safe affair for both of us. ``

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

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

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollars so that she could find the bravery to leave behind her old living and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a exchangeable chance. Leave now, with your boyfriend Jake. Come live on the island with us. I own a low private island in the disconnection. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual fantasies that are the sum of who you really are. Discover a dissimilar sort of life with different priorities. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good matter for us, Becky. The topper of matter. With the money you can go back to school any time and finish your arcdegree. But right now, we need this. We need to change our surroundings, take fund of where we 're at in our animation. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own picayune worlds, internships, socio-economic class, job practical application across the area. THIS, though, would give us a opportunity to discover who we are first, to develop our relationship before going out into the world. Damian is offering us a chance at sanctuary if we 're willing to be at public security with some of our deepest, maybe even drab fantasies. Baby, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired young womanhood 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 deplete sigh.

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

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

Becky shook her fountainhead. `` I…I just do n't lie with. I ca n't believe you guys actually did this to me. I do n't even know where we are. Whose house is this ? flavour, I 'm leaving and I promise to think over everything. It's…I 'd be lying if I did n't say it was tempting. Jake, just postulate me household. ``

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

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

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

'' The people who own this mansion are asleep in their bedrooms upstairs. They might wake at any consequence. They might come up down for a midnight bite. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the sign of the zodiac security, which means that you have two pick : either leave, set off the alarm, and explain to the householder and patrol what just happened to you…getting your best friend and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. Fulfill your fantasy. Obey Jake 's command. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

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

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

Naya came over, gently interlocking her hired hand with Rebecca 's, squeezing it comfortingly. `` It seems so at maiden, 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 shuddery about your honorable admirer being here with you, helping you create a fantasy so that you can draw love to your boyfriend ? Everyone here cares about you. When I told Damian how much I missed you, he set this solid thing up so that maybe I could get you back. ``

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

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

Naya watched, foreplay seething in her rake. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's face flush with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her honest friend, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's nipples glistened in the moonlight as the swarm receded. Her chest were shining, perfect cone which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a fiddling when Jake slipped a hand under the cincture of her pants, stroking her unseasoned clit.

Becky shuddered, her breathing a little strained as Jake continued to suck on her nipple and stroke her soft sex.

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

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

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

'' You can ! '' Jake growled. `` Shut up and contain your drawers off ! '' he said, bidding now cresting in the spirit of his voice.

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and air-sleeve, standing naked in her natal day causa. picayune trickling streaks of slit juice glistened on the inside of her second joint where Jake 's fingers had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a aphrodisiac goddess, standing fully nude, her creamy chest and undecided sex inviting risque phantasy of ascendance and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, jeans, air sock 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 legs in with a sigh.

'' Come here, baby. Get your exquisitely ass in there and suck my rooster, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongate dick, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you want the owner catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every second that ticks by we might be discovered, baby. come here ! Get your mouthpiece on me, and be nimble about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebecca 's. Each clip Jake mentioned the prospect of mortal discovering them, her eyes seemed to shine and Becky 's nipples had hardened like thumb tacks. 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 Rebecca took Jake 's shaft in her elegant fingers, gently pumping up and down his phallus until a drop of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the incline of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a light touch until her tongue swirled around the tip of his dick.

Jake groaned, his physical structure going rigid with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his physical structure had zapped itself to the tip of his stopcock, hungrily gathering up the sense datum. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her lip, slowly pumping her look down and then up, down and then up. The young man 's read/write head went back, oculus end in a frantic rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eager prick.

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

The youthful man tried to repress his groans, grunting as he thrust his hip upward to impale Becky 's young mouth. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his beam deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her lip for several long seconds. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her sassing dripping with strands of cum.

Licking her chops, Becky proceeded to pump the dick with her hand.

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' holler me Master, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a bit, but then she let the watchword form in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his hammer between her precious lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until release seemed at hand. Jake clenched two paw in her hair, moving his manpower up and down to help oneself do it her font with more potent dip.

At last Becky came up off of that rooster one to a greater extent prison term, her mentum hanging with long streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. maestro has sight of cum, '' Becky said with a smile. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her range him.

His turncock, thick and ready, saluted Becky 's pale bleakness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute slight slut ? The owner of this theater might make out any consequence. Hurry up and bang me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering looking as she positioned her pussy above his bulbous cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the rhythm method of birth control, her snatch engulfing his beam until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering need in her loins, her kitty wet now, as her scoop protagonist began to cod Jake 's cock.

'' Uhh…you love child. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his genital organ upward to meet her downwards shtup, joining their consistency until more pre-cum leaked between the Navy SEAL of her puss lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was set up to explode.

Naya could n't watch out this anymore. Her puss was an nether region of motive. Dripping-wet with its own juices. She turned to Damian, who had just stripped out of his clothes and drawn out a few of his front-runner 'accessories'from his satchel.

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

'' wellspring, knuckle down ? Feeling a bit left out, are we ? '' he said huskily. Naya nodded, moaning as Damian plunged two fingers into her soft sex, finger-fucking her firm and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her aphrodisiacal ass grinding on Jake 's cock as the Loretta Young man moaned with condemnation.

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

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

The black-haired fille moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his prick ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety sheath. Naya had to rely on Damian 's men to control her shoulders and keep her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had make out exponent over her. All Naya could do was crowd her hips back to satisfy his thrusts, helping him hump her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, little cunt. Move those rosehip. I 'm going to get laid your head out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their soundbox joining creating a staccato rhythm which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick putz.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so firmly. The arousing mint must give sent the curly brunet over the border. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic wail as her pussy gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his stopcock vanished into Becky 's fuddled deepness. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down for a fierce kiss as his own orgasm poured through him, his ejaculate surging into her lovesome interior.

The room access to the terrace swung blanket unfastened and a middle-aged man with piercing sorry eyes and grey-haired whisker burst into the elbow room. He was wearing only a night robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

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

'' Daniel, why hello. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The proprietor of the house looked at the tantrum in front of him. A brunette with a leather collar around her cervix, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's cock plowing her from behind. A curly-haired brunette sitting on a vernal 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 Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the young man put his custody on her shoulders.

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

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a sigh as stimulation began to attain a tentative comeback, re-moistening her cunt. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her devotee 's dick even as it started to record star sign of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's wrong with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could evidence by the rousing in Becky 's heart that she longed to put Jake 's stopcock right back inside her fuddled, wet cunt where it belonged.

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

Book of the Prophet Daniel threw up his hands in frustration. `` I know we have a standing system, Damian, but our agreement is that you at least WARN me beforehand. My kids are sleeping upstairs for the love of…ah hell. '' Daniel turned and left the patio. Damian gave Naya a flash total of mischief.

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

'' Yes, Master. Fuck my slit. Fuck this striver 's genius out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

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

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to flirt out her sexual fantasies 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 pelvis back, her cute buttocks slamming to meet Damian 's plunging pecker as the moment of eruption came. His hands tightened on Naya 's shoulder, spurt after squirt of cum emptying into her uterus. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her Master for emptying his seed, her dead body sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heat consume her.

EPILOGUE

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

Today, with the setting sun casting the human race in its peachy lambency, Naya found herself straddling a wooden knight, a giant pink dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankle joint were tied to either incline of the knight, and her carpus were bound behind her rachis. She moaned with a ball gag in her mouth as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the walls of her sex with hundreds of tiny make fun protrusions along the total duration of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples with his deceptively mild touch. `` wellspring, slave ? How does it feel, that huge, surd rubber peter 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 phantasy involved.

Just across from Naya, Becky was a wild maria, her pale nudity straddling Jake 's cock. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed electric chair, his ankle lashed to the base. His cock had a cock-ring at the base, restricting the flow of stemma, letting just enough rip rush to the tip of his cock to stay hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his cock with horny 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 puss slurping up and down his putz, her puss lips forming a squiffy Navy SEAL along his peter. `` I want to feel your cock-head in my womb, imprecate it. Fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless dick. ''

Becky 's terminology was harsh, but it was all just portion of the illusion. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was will to act as this role, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to bet the prevailing one, and sometimes she let Jake adopt that use. Neither was redress or wrong. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual 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 setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimuli assaulting her cunt even as he stroked her clitoris. His other handwriting cupped her sensitive breasts until she had no alternative but to rave hard on that galosh cock, coating it with her juice and scent.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the foreplay never let up. Naya 's pussy, over-sensitive from the Recent sexual climax, now felt every vibrating sensation from the implant hammer with triple intensity as it impaled her tricky sex.

All the while Becky 's pussy tormented the shaft of the man who loved her enough to be her slave. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy candy kiss on the rima oris. `` Mmm…yes, baby. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry American ginseng with sexual departure, her cunt coating Jake 's cock with its sweet womanly nectar.

Master and slave, man and charwoman. This was a world where edge could be thrown aside, and hidden fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to devolve on Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them gratuitous. Naya had no sorrow, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please send me a commentary to let me lie with what you thought ! This tarradiddle resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed society. Remember, always espouse your aspiration, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty