CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing facial expression of her roomie. It had n't been the initiative time she 'd seen Rebecca give her that spirit. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

'' You should n't go, Naya. feeling, I know you think this is the 'adventurous'thing to do. But this is shady, and if I may say, more than a piffling 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 picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The facial expression staring back at her appear cynical, the middle hard, almost frigidity, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at to the lowest degree a decade her senior, but his lean boldness had somehow retained the charm of a practically new man. Damian 's eyes were smoky grayness. His flesh was compact, and even under the dark empurpled dress shirt, muscleman rippled.

She flipped on her phone to the original ad, staring at the give-and-take one more time.

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. adventuresome, unfastened 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 eve and, if you play your cards right, Damian might just keep you for a while. Offering : $ 2 million the first night. Price negotiable after that. Do you make bold ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might have called her petite from a distance, but she had detectable curved shape 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 shining, charcoal-black hair that hung in crinkled luxuriance a good few inches past her shoulders. Lithe and gymnastic, Naya had been a blowout for the rails team at Triton University. She was also a elderly studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a softer version of Naya. Rebecca 's short, curly haircloth and mischievous heart were always looking for the next prank to work. But now they were unusually sober, 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 admirer 's appraisal. She was on the pill, just like the disclaimer in the ad required, so it wasn't like she was going to get pregnant. But a lot of other things could happen. It was n't exactly safe.

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few to a greater extent months. Is this, like, some hold out dazed stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible adult ? Because I promise you, there are to a lesser extent stupid mode to do something driving and fun. You do n't love WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial killer for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to tell her the truth. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dream, not hers. Now that she was so close up to achieving it, she did n't finger elated or even encouraged…she felt discharge. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her sense alive. She did n't require to think about the future, at least not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an isolated forum had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. looney or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to have what she hoped might be the night of her living, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

The eve began as Naya had hoped. Just on time, 8PM, and the moon already hanging in the sky like a jumbo 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 less dressy denim and a tank top. She gave her Friend a goodbye hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take fear of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. realise ? '' Naya looked into her friend 's concerned centre, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roomie. This was her best friend, and she was touched how worried Rebekah was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupid. I promise to be careful. honey you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. Call that swain you 've been pining for the cobbler's last few days, '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebekah tried to give her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed number one wood opened the door for Naya, and the college pupil got in before Rebekah could try further retribution. She waved at her friend as the driver got back in, started up the locomotive engine, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pins and needles. A light rainfall began to return, making the mineral pitch and buildings glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of magic. Wow, what a corny persuasion. Do n't let your heebie-jeebies make you say something pillock tonight, Naya reminded herself.

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

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the number one wood. She had caught the gens 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking smutty man had a shaved forefront and looked like he could 've played in the National Football league with no difficultness. But he did n't even answer to Naya, just rolled up the partition window and turned on some pleasant idle words music that would 've drowned out any further try at communicating.

Naya frowned. The first tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a remarkable rendition of Rebecca 's voice. As the minute ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of instantly care. Nearly 45 minutes passed before Naya was set to love on the partition and requirement that 'Pierre'stoppage the fomite and enjoin her where the nether region he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limousine eased out of the rain, pulling to a stop in a across-the-board warehouse flooring flooded with light.

The door opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the length of the trip, my lady. sea captain 's decree were to not verbalise 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 course of beautiful young women. Many of them wore skimpy apparel, others wore piece of capital elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the magniloquence of the gowns and thickness of the makeup, were trying very hard to count more mature than their year.

Naya quietly let capital of South Dakota guide her over to join the line of expectant girls. She stood beside a blond daughter in a burnished red dress which had a single shoulder strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy berm and passel of segmentation. Oops. I did n't know this would be a contention, Naya thought. She was beginning to finger uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's other face was wearing a sparkly green tank top and black slump embroidered with rows of bright astragal. She turned with a vital feeling in her emerald center. `` A crud is still a filth, no topic how fine the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged part on an assemblage line. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the woman '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 trusted Mr. Cruceaux will recover sooo attractive, '' The blonde woman in the red garb interjected, taking Naya by the radiocarpal joint and turning her in the former direction.

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

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

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

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

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her refined digit along the silk trimness of her gorgeous black dress. `` Damn, womanhood. This hugs your figure like the nightgown of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get spot for flashiness, but you 've got a lot more gustatory sensation, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this palpable, immediate joining, and gave her helping hand a squeeze. `` Do you recognise what 's going to chance next ? '' Naya asked `` Have you ever done something like this before ? ``

Claire shrugged, and the anxiousness behind her center said as much ; they were both in the same gravy boat.

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

A frisson ran up Naya 's spine. She remembered that the online ad had n't said anything about there just being ONE chosen daughter. What if Damian Cruceaux liked to have more than one charwoman 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 wide-cut meaning of that had n't started to really hit home until now.

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

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

The two stood hand in hand, talking to one another, trying to keep each former 's flavour up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the strangest contention Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 young women in the storage warehouse. The constant pattering on the alloy roofing jostled against the quiet down conversations of the Pres Young women impatiently waiting. When a black limousine zoomed through the bay room access, screeching to a halt, waft fluttering with the corporal logo of Cruceaux industriousness unmistakable, the whole berth fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the threshold for a steely-eyed valet who had to be - without any doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tux himself, its shiny ash grey vest contrasting sharply against his two help'plain white I, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the rail line of young women as if he had a right to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking nightie, his eyes seemed much less occupy about the physical endowments of the adult female he surveyed than about other quality.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to annotate over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the eyes of each girl he passed. He seemed to appraise her unanimous posture rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's slam was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her heart. She realized her huge foul-up, her physical structure tensing in fear.

Claire had to want to see her sexy best in battlefront of Cruceaux, and now she had a girlfriend she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a frightened little Sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too of late to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to survey them, and his eyes had already taken keen note of their united hands.

What was Claire thinking ? Naya imagined that the blond fair sex was ferocious with her. She had ruined the Nox for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde woman first, and then his piercing gaze set its sights on Naya. He seemed to hover on her glossy, midnight hairsbreadth and the dark chocolate consortium of her eyes. His oculus gently caressed the slenderness of her articulatio humeri before looking her up and down again for good amount. He settled on her human face, and Naya tried to meet his gaze. After a few seconds, she couldn't.

Her heart began to sink as he began to call on away. But instead these Scripture came out of Damian 's mouth as he spoke to his two assistant.

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

Naya exchanged a spry glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new friend 's middle. They had done it. They had passed the low test. Claire leaned over, risking a whispering before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the dark begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the urge to fidget as Damian slipped into the car and sat on the leather cushions opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glance that was to a lesser extent abrasive and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the factory trading floor just minutes earlier. The five o'clock shadow on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous feeling, complimented well by ash-grey eyes that missed nothing.

'' I do n't think I caught your names, '' he said mildly as the bay room access slid undecided and the limo lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

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

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

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

Damian Cruceaux chuckled. `` Ah. You are a rarefied gem, Naya. I thought I saw a hidden fire in you. In reply to your question, no…not at all. I do not impart out compliments freely. You will pick up that soon enough. ``

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

At last, with the wind picking up and the pelting pelting harder against the windshield glass, the limo pulled up to a classy Greek-Italian eatery. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the ice windows revealed luxuriant tablecloths and vitreous silica ware which would 've looked worthy in most multimillion dollar mansions.

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

'' Forgive me, my gentlewoman. You have other plans for the night. I see the disappointment on your face, but do not guess the evening until it 's over. I would not own brought you this far only to empty you. '' The huge, muscle-bound black man sounded almost beau, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent blood rushing to her impertinence. Even Naya could see that.

capital of South Dakota closed the door on Claire, proceeded to see them to the eating house entrance and gave his employer a lively nod before retreating into the rain-washed night.

Soon Naya 's heart was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading ground forces. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so ladies who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her hands on either side of her, a streak of self-aware knowingness surfacing with a payback. She was aware of the ruby chandelier at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering black in the garb. She had been going for a decadent smell, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her figure and rested on her aspect, she had succeeded.

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

To ploughshare a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a nighttime of passion and surplusage without rue ? That might have been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the get-go place, but it did n't sound so impressive now. In fact, it made her appear downright shallow. She gripped the table border, almost ashamed that she had no direct solution.

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

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

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

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

'' I did n't have a go at it mind-reading was one of your natural endowment. ''

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

'' Because you know you 're right. 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 wickedness Prince Charming. In a few months I 'll have my engineering point. Probably a few calendar month after that I 'll have financial independency. But that 's not happiness. It feels abandon to me. I see my ally become absorbed in their own niggling worlds, obsessing on life history and leaving everyone else behind. That 's not what I want to be. That 's not who I am. ``

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

Naya took a gulp of air, feeling travail pocket billiards on the slope between her breasts. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to take their order. After Damian ordered a glass of red wine for them both, the waiter vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling gaze on the beautiful feminine object of his intent.

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

'' And ? So far, have you come to any decision ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to reach out and gently rub his correct manus over her left. She felt the prompt rush of warmth from his ribbon, and it made her arm tingle.

'' Too early to order, '' she whispered. `` But tell me this, '' she said, trying to recover. `` 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 abide by a man who does something like that. ``

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

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

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

His conduct turned serious, though, even as that last sentence brought up alarming interrogative in Naya 's mind.

'' The truth is a lot more mundane than you would guess, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like category to me. Pierre has been with me for several old age, but has yet to discover the right char. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's compensate, Naya - I was playing marriage broker this evening. Pierre trusted me to choose. I 'm a good 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 hand gently rubbing not only her mitt, but also her arm.

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

Damian gave her a bemused face. `` Is that really so surprise ? ``

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the pleasant-tasting finish dance on her palate for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girl for getting sure ideas after you 've put her in a batting order with 100 former sexed-up woman ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I 've seen human relationship ruined by green-eyed monster - not just of former people, but of mere physical object, of wealthiness. Any time you have a relationship which is not foremost between two hoi polloi, jealousy exists. It must be. It must always leave one of the three wondering, 'Am I valued less ? Do the other two really need me ?'A man was made to be with one char, and a char with one man. ``

The brunette 's chocolate-hued eyes widened in make-believe shock. `` Those are DEFINITELY not the Scripture I expected to number out of the mouth of Damian Cruceaux. ''

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

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

Though she could n't explain it, Damian Cruceaux 's give-and-take felt existent to her. This was n't a show being put on for her welfare, and she knew it. His Word of God were too filled with contradiction in terms to be anything but the truth.

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

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

'' I find the word 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to make you my teammate, my submissive. I will be your Master, and you will be my Slave. ``

This terminology drew stark lines in Naya 's mind and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored benighted illusion. fancy of being taken - sometimes by a plagiariser king, sometimes by a wildcat savage, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fancy would probably appear silly to her friends, and many citizenry would be horrified. But there were actual to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the heat rushed to her impudence. She realized that both of his script had invaded her side of meat of the table, gently grasping her wrist.

'' How does this smell, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's external respiration had quickened. She was sure he could see the rapid cost increase and gloam of her breasts under the skintight material. The perspiration along her brow had to be noticeable too. Her cleavage felt sleek with sweat, and she wanted to bedamn her spunk for being so worthless.

Instead she said, `` It makes me feel animated. ''

Damian 's eyes gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare cleaning lady, Naya. I would wish you to be mine, but I want you to cognize exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the average of fellowship. gild is superficial and stagnant. I want you to feel alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - bon ton 's notion be damned. Men and women think differently. We ARE different. Society forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do things you may not want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will jazz you and cherish you, but I will also pretend you MINE. I will push you to the limits, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His hands still gently clasped her radiocarpal joint. Even that tame stage of his ascendance over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

'' Can you palm this ? Can you abide such an arrangement ? Because if you ca n't, there is no pity in standing up now and walking away. I wo n't try to barricade you. But if you go forward from here, the linguistic rule change. I will not treat you with kid gloves. I will treat you as the striver you were meant to become. ``

Naya abruptly withdrew her deal, breaking his grip. She flashed him a pixilated grin. `` And just what are the rule, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, fop billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my showcase, category to go to. Preferably ON TIME. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingerbreadth on the table and took a sip of the okay red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` Give me the weekend. If you decide to stay with me after that, you 'll lay off your damn classes, take the $ 2 million I offered, and turn my slave. ``

Naya took a draught of her wine-coloured, swirling the beautiful red liquid state in the very well vitreous silica glass, watching and imagining it was roue. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the neat Damian Cruceaux is not the man to tame me ? What then ? ``

Damian shrugged. `` Then you are free to go and I will pay you a class 's salary - $ 200,000. Do we experience an understanding ? ``

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

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

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

Naya sighed, and her sass opened to take form three perfect Holy Writ. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would come about adjacent. I guess I was wrong, she realized not long after. The limo had come to nibble them up, but this time it was a different driver who ushered them into the plump for seat. Inside, Naya was surprised to see Claire and capital of South Dakota sitting side by slope on the plush leather cushions 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 device driver gunned the limo into the rain-soaked night.

For a patch traffic seemed to slow everything to a creep, but the strong-growing number one wood eventually got them to the highway, and soon they were leaving the city behind altogether.

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

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

'' A lowly secret aerodrome I use every now and then. It 's a bit of a drive. We 've got some sentence, '' Damian said mildly.

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

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

'' strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her body go cold. A moment later, though, estrus flooded her veins. The idea of him seeing her completely naked tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a Young woman and a man in a tuxedo. She looked over at the two of them, and her human face must have shown her daze.

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

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making sure this was real. Damian nodded, and his hand made an haughty motion. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's unspoken commutation of feeling revealed that they had a bond beyond the unsubdivided employer-employee relationship. capital of South Dakota nodded and turned to Claire.

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

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to contact his. For a second base she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blonde slowly unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipped free of the voiced satin, and shimmied free of the rest of it. She was now in only a undimmed crimson bra and panty. Next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric evenfall to the storey. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious hip, sliding them gracefully off of her articulatio talocruralis. The heels came off then, and there was nothing but birthday case. Just feminine beauty, raw and unvarnished.

The naked blonde sat beside Pierre, her supple breasts displayed for the former three people in the limousine to look up to. The thatch of pubic whisker enshrouding her sex seemed to promise a world of delights.

'' give your thighs a little wider, honey. '' Claire obeyed, her wooden leg opening a bit. They could now look up to her sex, open and exposed. Her consistency was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or slue sexual arousal, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a looking at of triumph, like a soul does when they 've just conquered a fear, and it gave Naya an incredible rush.

Before anything Sir Thomas 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 much trouble, finally letting it flop to the side as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and pink panty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush body. The blonde 's wan skin and feminine curved shape were beautiful, simple as that.

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

'' Does it avail, Naya ? Seeing your buster slave naked before you ? Does it devote you courage ? When you answer me, cry me Master. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to bring off your clothes as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without feelings of mercifulness. But you must picture me you are trying. Are you giving this your Charles Herbert Best cause, Naya ? ``

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

'' society has taught you to be ashamed of your own torso. Do n't speak to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful things in your mind. Now do what I say. Take off what remains of your clothing. I would see the real you - a naked, pristine Naya, a slave of peerless looker. ``

As he said the words, though, Damian gently did the work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to reveal her supple strobilus. He then slowly slid her panty down her leg, all the way to her articulatio talocruralis, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the corner, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her precious butt felt the cool leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her disclose cunt lips. She felt a chill of danger, of foreplay, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's body. They were not the Lapp, but neither was more or less beautiful than the early. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned hide was a shade darker than the soupiness of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly larger, the mammilla big and more pronounce. Naya 's placid belly with its belly-button ring added an exotic allure beneath her well-formed tit, and the powerful musical note in her arms and legs was unmistakable.

'' What do you suppose, capital of South Dakota ? Are these slave not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulders, hugging her nakedness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a ballgame. Naya could n't believe how sexually aware she felt. Every rub of his leg against her defenseless thigh…even through the fabric of his pants - sent sensations all the way to her pubic region. She had to consciously forestall her body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

But her nipples were already hardened, a ignominious giveaway 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, Master. I can definitely call up a spade a nigger, '' Pierre said with a grin. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her shoulders in a similar possessive posture. He went a step further, though, claiming her mouth with a tender kiss. Claire moaned, her tit beading too, and her nakedness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At in conclusion they came away from each other, mouth parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my stopcock, break one's back ? Put your oral cavity on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's middle widened, but she unstrapped the black man 's leather belt, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his slacks. Her graceful custody moved to slide down his pant and undergarments, letting a midst, longsighted cock spring free.

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

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

'' She 's sucking his cock, professional. She 's taking him in her mouth, '' Naya whispered. Her pussy felt warmth. Surging estrus. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her oral fissure back and forth along Pierre 's manhood. There was a placate, suckling rhythm, its sound soon apparent in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's golden tomentum into two clenched fists, groaning more deeply as she went to work on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her lips.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my cock fills your mouth, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her sass cradled his shaft, her tongue caressing the duration of his cock. She pumped her human face back and Forth River, the suckling sound intensifying until Pierre grasped her pass and gently forced her all the way down onto his private parts. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the missy bottomed out on his pubic hair, her nose practically touching his crotch.

After several seconds, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with strings of pre-cum drifting from her back talk. She wiped them with her wrist joint and then began to clobber the side of his shaft, her hands tenderly pumping his manhood even as her spit laved his cock-head as if it were a dainty.

Naya sat there in incredulity, her loins wet with awful desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dream. Instead, though, the young woman felt the appalling touch of two fingers gently rubbing against her break clitoris. Damian 's digit. The man was bid but firm - and what began as gentle scratch soon became firm strokes, stoking a fiery need that coursed through the brunet 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her white meat heaved as he tormented her with the delectable attack of tinge. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two finger slid into her gentle groove. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that long, Shirley Temple Black shaft. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her oral fissure on the lance again, this time bottoming out on the non-white slab until her gurgling was patent. She came up for air, fresh strands of gooey cum drifting from her lip. These she gathered with her finger, licking them clean as if they were a sugary treat.

'' commodity, slave. How does your original '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 hand reached behind her well-proportioned nates, inserting a finger's breadth into her discover pussy. Claire 's resulting groan made Naya 's pussy nearly outpouring. Damian 's finger's breadth had been tormenting her this integral clock time, and seeing her boyfriend slave being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you feeling, Naya ? '' Suddenly the damn finger's breadth stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's naked trunk. She thrummed with need, and her private parts had been unconsciously thrusting forward to take on the billionaire 's touch.

'' I…I feel heat, Master. Your fingerbreadth feel so undecomposed inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't stop, '' she confessed.

'' You want more, you 'll have to bring in it Naya. '' Damian let the Bible hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his trouser, slid them and his undergarment down to his legs. She paused a consequence, admiring the wide bundle in her guardianship. His thick, vein-bulging cock was hard for her, so big. She imagined the smell of pauperism which must be surging through his altogether consistency, the pedigree rushing to the length of his slam.

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

This tactual sensation of control she had over him, it made her find incredibly awake. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouthpiece up and down with a feverish intensity. time seemed to diminish away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thighs, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his Phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep sucking me, cute little puss. Impale that honeyed petty mouth on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's vocalization had changed now. It sounded more like the savage creature 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 knife, her teeth gently grazing his calamus as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her middling sass. Before he could even recover though, the brunette had impaled her mouth again, squeezing the position of his shaft with her tongue as she slurped like a selfless hard worker. Damian 's groans reached a crescendo. He gasped, his workforce grasping her by the shoulders and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' Open your mouth, slave. OPEN ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her knocker. Damian raised his humanity higher, the final serial of spurts covering her nerve and mouth. When he was at terminal fully spent, Damian lifted her backbone onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the turn of emotions across her cheek as his handwriting fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new height.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonized groan. She looked down at her cum-covered boob and felt the sticky cum on her human face, its pungent smell filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her core - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately needing dismission. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingers desperately, grinding her hips with fervency. She did n't handle anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two former masses behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender speck. She felt his fingers cajole, batsman and assault her clit in the most erotic ghost she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's power finger plunged into her sex, rubbing against the slope of her love channel, piling one ace on top of the other until she could withhold it no more.

'' What are you smell, slave ? secern ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's moans plateaued, and her body climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his index fingerbreadth as she came hard, her juices flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender limb grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his vest as she felt herself riding out the coming. Her naked, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's Cy Young side pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her fond breaths panting against his neck.

She 'd lost all sense of clip and cognizance. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some time before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big pitch-black man 's peter. The blonde 's sexy buns bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sexes joining filling the way with a perpetual rhythm.

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

'' We will be at the airport soon, slave. Now get some residuum. I will hold 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 tranquillize her into unconsciousness. All she could call back was that none of it was real.

Yet if that was true, then why had her soundbox never felt so alive ? She remembered his mitt inside her diffused heating and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his humanity between her kitty-cat lips, impaling her damp heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a shaft so rigid and filled with need. Then she felt his warmth fill her interior, her heart snapping unfold as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his dresser, the airport terminal lights twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

'' I 'm sorry…Master. I did not mean to get you messy, '' she said lamely, her cheeks flushed. Damian gave her an indulgent 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 planing machine. Are you hungry ? '' Naya licked her dry lips and realized that she was. When she nodded, Damian retrieved a glass, used the dispenser which the limo was equipped with, and handed her a cold drinkable of body of water. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her Master and put it in the cup bearer.

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

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

Naya gave her captain a skeptical look. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one promptly fuck a little early to be crowing your success ? '' Naya realized that the cynical side of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the words, but Damian seemed to bring out the uncensored variation 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, break one's back. very much. '' The limo came to a stop near the runway, and Naya could just see on the rain-scoured macadam where a private jet waited, maybe a football landing field away. The rain had waned to a barely noticeable drizzle.

The billionaire leaned across to the other seat, nudging his familiar awake. capital of South Dakota awoke with a startle, snuffling like a Sus scrofa before rubbing at his sleepyheaded eyes and gently stirring Claire awake too.

'' It is sentence, my Quaker. The carpenter's plane is gear up, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the doorway. `` What are you waiting for, Naya ? You go first. ``

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

Damian shook his top dog. `` Those will be brought along by Marcus, my other number one wood. You will accompany me to the plane just as you are. ``

The brunette looked down at her nakedness and could n't conceive what this man was asking her. It was one matter to be butt naked in a limousine with just Damian 's own employee champion and a comrade woman. To be walking out into the open - along a runway where just anyone could be watching. That would be tremendous. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful body walking defenseless, displayed proudly beside your Master ? said a diminutive voice in her head.

She looked at Damian one to a greater extent fourth dimension. His backtalk was set in a tauten stock. He was serious. Dead serious. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to meet her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a deep, fortifying breathing place, Naya slipped out of the limousine and stood with her bare feet on the macadam. The breeze ruffled her pubic hair, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her tit into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the fresh fragrance of pelting and pine Tree. The airdrome was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her depress dorsum. `` What do you feel, Naya ? Shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your headland. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nix to fear. I own this airport. No one will dare justice you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his font. fair instant before he had looked annoy, stung by her harsh word about Claire and capital of South Dakota. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her heart aching just a little. She impulsively slipped her subdivision around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a long, lingering osculation. He tasted of raspberries for some reason, and her sess awakened, the rub of his vest along her breasts creating a pleasurable wavelet up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight attendee, their drab vests looking almost contraband in the Nox, materialized in social movement of the limo. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help deport 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 look.

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

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such bravery, Naya. Yet already your will stumble and you let society 's brainwashing creep back in. I see I may need to be a little firmer with you. '' He gestured at Pierre, who retrieved something from the front glove compartment of the limousine. He handed Damian a bright pair of silver handcuffs, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her articulatio radiocarpea in front of her and then gently cupped the cumulus of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

'' Now will you behave, Naya ? I can add a shoe collar and III if you think to interrogate my edict again. ``

Naya quickly shook her head, sighing as his paw gently conformed to the figure of her sexy buns, urging her forward.

Every footstep felt care torture to Naya. She felt like personal chattel being paraded before a victorious multitude, even though the runway was virtually empty. A few airdrome personnel went about their tariff, but in the wickedness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his cortege. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the same way as Naya, but she hid her awe better than the brunette. Pierre gestured her up the incline first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the footmark onto the plane.

The bit she set foot inside a rush of relief swept through her. She was given a backside beside Claire, and the two naked slave were handed moist towelettes to pass over themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and breasts with the turnup still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you care me to assist, slave ? '' The kindness in his eyes disarmed her even though she was tempestuous at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a appropriate slave girl brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an irritable aspect, but quietly nodded. With deft strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her breasts, cheeks, and elsewhere on her fount.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the pall which divided the lounge field of the plane from the front of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the eccentric of planing machine. She guessed it could seat 40-50 hoi polloi comfortably. It was definitely used for business travel, and it was well stocked with beverages of all form - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juices, and wine-colored. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare moment of seclusion.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how awkward she felt. Why did sitting bare side by side to someone modification her ability to think or verbalize normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't pull in sense, but the awkwardness was like a fog on all sides.

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

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

Claire nodded, an evilness grin lighting up her pretty cheek. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few looks your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his cock, feeling the blood rushing through his humanity, my hands resting on the straining brawn of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to buck his crotch upward into my warm mouth. Naya shook the memory away, but the view already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, bedamn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these whizz she could n't look to keep in line.

The young blonde looked at her booster, gently patting her hand. `` I think he adores you, you know. At first I was so pissed off, when capital of South Dakota told me that I was to be HIS engagement, 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 wink connection. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same matter. ``

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

The sexy brunet leaned over to awkwardly grab it with her manacle hands, but suddenly Damian Cruceaux was there instead, towering above her. He laid a mitt gently on her thorax, pushing her backward, forcing her head against the head restraint.

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

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

'' Did I say you could accept speech sound perquisite, slave ? '' Damian 's eye peaked in stake. A subdue grinning could n't conceal the humor in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

'' Hmm. I 'm not feeling terribly generous now, Naya, but I think I could be persuaded. '' He took her purse, walked over to a plush lounge across the aisle, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going quag as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to uncase out of his tux, clothes trouser, and polished black shoes. He was soon bare before her, his torso rippling with muscle that she 'd suspected had been there from the instant she first saw his picture.

Naya felt her core flood lamp with arousal as he lay back on the lounge, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll wee-wee you a spate, slave. Come here and mount me. piece of ass me. tease this dick. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her turn and put the phone to your ear. You can severalise your roommate that everything 's okay then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. concord ? ``

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

So why are your nipples hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that flyspeck voice scolded her. She felt a thrum of rousing 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 base and walked across the aisle. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his naked figure 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 cry. Then I 'll fuck you. I promise. '' Why did the idea of talking to Rebecca while in such a compromising position terrify her ? Naya 's sum was racing like it wanted to fail out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hands cupped one of her titty, squeezing just enough to step up the sensation until it wrested a moan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please Master. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. subscribe it or impart it. This will be the hold out chance to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either call her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading feel. She wondered how many other women had given him that same desperate pleading expression, and been refused any mercifulness in return. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in electric shock at the sensation of pain sundry with pleasure.

'' tell me what you are feeling, striver. Why do you waver ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your fear holding you back. Not me. '' Those words seemed to perforate her defenses, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she talk to Rebecca 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 mouth and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entry to her sex, then eased herself down the 1st inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His rooster was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her peg would soon switch that. She slowly rocked back and forth, her creative thinker reverting back to the dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the fantasy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness assembly between her ramification. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his strict genus Phallus, to a greater extent and Thomas More of it wedged its way oceanic abyss.

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 manpower gently kneaded his pectus as she fucked herself, impaling her strong pussy on his tool.

'' What do you finger, slave ? talking to me, '' Damian said, almost beggary. She looked down at him, heating system melting her eyes.

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to become yours, Master. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the yard. I love the way you feel…so mystifying inside me, '' she admitted, her part turning to almost a mild purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his cock between the sealing wax of her cunt lips.

Claire was watching intently, her center glued to the scene. When Naya noticed her watching she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive flavour of shame and instead plunged her damp heating plant harder onto her lover 's cock, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roommate now, skipper ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the rest beside them, the better to gently pinch and torment Naya 's immature nipples and breasts. Reluctantly he pulled his helping hand away from the well-sculpted cones and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I 'm ... fine Rebecca. '' She stifled a moan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging gaze told her to 'keep screw .'This was portion of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl show, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated shaft. The diffused detrition of his turncock rubbing against her insides was heavenly, and she wanted to moan so badly but couldn't.

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

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

'' facial expression, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The former girlfriend was needed for, for something else. He chose ME, Rebecca. He chose to drop the eve with me. After…uh…after dinner party he offered me the chance to outride the whole weekend with him. I said yes. ``

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

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to expect out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you things he ca n't save. I 'm sure he gets cleaning woman a dime bag a dozen, steady. I do n't mean you should get laid a guy like that, no matter how rich he is. ``

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

'' Just tell me this. secern me you 're prophylactic. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her best friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of apology in her vocalism. She half considered hanging up on her champion. It would dish up her right to make her vexation some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd sent worms of guilt trip threading through her thinking.

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

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call in you Monday morning. I 'm fine, and yes, I 'm prophylactic. Do n't concern about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned loudly and clear, her juices dripping onto his turncock. She humped his manhood harder, the soft rocking of her body weight moving back and Forth River with animalistic ardour.

'' Hmm…what are you feeling now ? I sensed injurious tidings, 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. `` seminal fluid here, girl. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian poke his shaft upward, flinging his pelvic arch ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his unloose hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the boundary. She felt herself go into spasms, her juices coating every inch of his rigid fellow member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a osculation until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on pissed, little slit. Keep fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her tit even as she reached out her bridge player to grip the spinal column of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvic girdle thrust upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of angle, her ears nearly popping as they made the rise. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttocks, ramming herself down to link them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's gormandize cocksucker.

Damian cupped her knocker gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, slave. You are much more to me than a shtup. Never forget that. pass on yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my cock. '' He lay back, his deal slipping up to her shoulders, massaging them as the moment of climax tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his name as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his 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 charge. He sighed beneath her, completely spent, his cock growing flabby inside the slick, soft, and now-sticky plication of her sex.

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

'' I will leaven that you can bank me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the shepherd's crook of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the lounge, draping a mantle over her naked form. `` relief for the residuum of the Nox, slave. I will come curb on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendant if you should ask 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 look, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The sofa was wide of the mark 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 chest, his breath warm on her neck. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black haircloth until they spilled like okay chain of silk down the former side of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her cervix softly, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a recollective meter to the rhythm of his breathing rather than let eternal rest use up her. Naya could n't serve it.

There was a furious ache in her chest of drawers. Is this what love feels like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had calf love before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secret smile slid over her face and she snuck one eye subject. There was a couch across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making total use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on custody and knees, her hands on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from behind. She had a leather apprehension around her neck attached to a silver 3. capital of South Dakota pulled on it just a little, forcing Claire 's neck opening higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to slam that hot pussy back to satisfy each of my piece of ass. Now piece of ass me, little bitch. I want to feel you encase every column inch of my turncock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little fierce than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's sense of taste were different than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's strong personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your cunt. piece of ass me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost brute rather than feminine, and Claire 's breasts shook with the force of Pierre 's thrusts. Seeing the huge black-market man dwarfing her lithe, feminine contour was a strange contrast. If Naya did n't know better, she 'd almost wonder if Pierre would break her fragile, naked organic structure at any import. 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, slave ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with severe, mighty lunges, but it was the young blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those stab, begging him to hollo her names that made Naya blush.

Pierre stilled, one hand still jerking the deuce-ace back, the other hand gently slapping the house buttocks cheeks at his administration. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the power, the rhythm method of their mating. `` What do you desire for, slave ? Tell me what you feel or I wo n't go another muscle. lecture to me. ``

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

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

The Revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid blue eyes. She sighed, her hoarse reply evident. `` Eat out my pussy, headmaster. Please. ``

It took only that unsubdivided request, and the formerly overlook victor had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender young blonde, and began to lick tenderly at her pussy. His clapper virgule, sucking, and licks were joined by kisses and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the walls of her pussy between tongue flicks. Claire moaned, her bridge player gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her life was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The girl 's fuzz was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth as Claire 's principal whipped left and mightily, the moan intensifying.

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

Many long moment later the exhausted girl sighed, begging capital of South Dakota. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her fill slit, fucking her with zeal, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the lead once again, growling in the moment of climax. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid member. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt lips, staining the couch shock, but Master and break one's back did n't handle.

capital of South Dakota lay back on the sofa as she snuggled on top of him, letting his arms enfold her as he kissed the top of her disheveled head, the ponytail frayed in half a 12 places.

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

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

Pierre 's intelligence were so silly that at first gear Naya almost wanted to titter. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the couch, she wondered what ripe she had to jeer. bon ton would 've called it hedonistic vacancy. Yet the sensations she 'd sense here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more accepted, than any party her supporter from church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the measure she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? more to the point in time, it seemed a good thing to Naya.

For the first time ever, she did n't feel the need to shroud. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even watch another couple make love almost right beside her and sense that intimate zip, 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-bellied.

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

CHAPTER 7

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

Naya groaned, writhing in her adhesion.

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

'' Good morning, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight I gave you a niggling something spear carrier to make you sleep. This is my version of an alarm clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her body opinion overwhelmed by the stimulus. Her knocker were crowned with taper little pink nipple, foreplay swamping her core. She could feel herself trembling from the hint of her finger all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute back talk, making her groan all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to conduct the 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 much feeling. My ass…uhhh…it 's never been filled, '' she gasped.

'' And how does it FEEL break one's back ? You 're focusing on what you think is aright or wrong because of society 's rules. It 's supposedly dirty, to suffer something in that confidant space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that sense impression in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a coarse kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. The shock of movement with the ribbed putz 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 thorax. He watched her eyes most of all, his regard penetrating her somebody as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her body curve upward, the three-fold penetration forcing an orgasm from her young feminine nitty-gritty.

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

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

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

Damian 's fingerbreadth gently caressed her clit, sending her mind and body reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her love channel and ass intensified, and her secondment coming torus through her with as very much say-so as the first. The exhausted fille lay on the bed for two Thomas More cycles of build-ups and sexual climax before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the twist free of her sated feminine body.

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

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A char who deserves delight. To give it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked eubstance over hers, inserting his peter between her cunt sassing, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough musical rhythm, joining their soundbox as one. Her quiet grunts belied the need surging through her bitch. The joy of having his stopcock filling her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his backtalk, her spit tussling with his as groan sang from her throat.

You were aright, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, passe-partout. I would even trust you with my center. These were the realizations flashing through the girl 's mind. Naya had finally discovered a new sensory faculty of self, and she would never be the same.

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A gentleman does n't reveal his secrets. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily interested in pharmaceuticals. Our prize drug is a harmless quiescency pill without position effect. I may or may not have slipped one into your drink finis night. It takes a few hours to take effect, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my private hall. We are off the seashore of United Mexican States on one of my private islands. It 's a suitable place for privacy…and diversions, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery story tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pond. Continuing the impromptu go, he led the nude young cleaning lady through an entryway beside a sliding drinking glass door and into a cascade fit for any five-star hotel. The standing cascade had a large, ornate golden nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of warm water onto his hair and case.

He turned, offering his bridge player and encouraging her to get together him. `` What 's ill-timed, Naya ? Why do you waffle ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tiles in the bathroom just outside of the exhibitor. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking apparent movement. Damian moved to squelch it, but Naya found her bridge player reaching out to seize his wrist.

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

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

Damian was standing there, a strange light in his eye, and shaking his mind.

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

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

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the exhibitioner swirled around her hair and berm, cascading down her back. The sluice down water system felt like a balm on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the same meter. Her body suffer, but in a good way, and she 'd generate adequate eternal sleep. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the persuasion thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those words, a sudden pokey of handcuffs around each wrist left her firmly attached to the vertical piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to move with the grace of a Felis concolor, effectively chaining her to the cascade wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

The young brunette felt a shudder of awe tingle against her scalp. She felt her legs go weak, and her organic structure felt flood out with rousing. 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 au naturel in the exhibitor, the hot water sluicing against her glistening boob, streaming down her belly and leaving jewel droplets across her pubic fuzz.

well, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get comfortable, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her entire eubstance, welcoming the caresses of the hot pee against her neck opening and scalp. But time ticked by. Moments and minutes 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 disrobe, his torso gleaming with the wetness of his warm rinse in the shower.

He turned off the exhibitor first and then toweled off her gorgeous eubstance. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breasts and crotch. She did it to tempt him, and it seemed to ferment judging from the way his cock dig up, expectant and rigid.

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

'' Do you detect anything interesting about the cuff, slave ? ``

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

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

'' These cling to your aphrodisiacal tits, slave. I 'm going to ease up them an electric blow. Have you ever experienced the vivid sensation of electricity though your more sensitive percentage, Naya ? There are few things I can equate it to. ``

Naya began to panic a picayune, despite the hotness surging within her sex. `` But Master…I…that sounds unspeakable. I'm… ''

'' beingness punished, '' Damian finished her sentence, his tone clipped. `` And you must take that not all proficient things come from pleasure. Some good things must be had through annoyance. '' He donned some protective mitt, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with rooftree along its duration. He carefully slipped the sheath over his lengthened manhood and gently approached her from behind. In one deal he 'd picked up a small box with a telephone dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's mammilla were connected to the battery-powered box.

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

Naya shook her psyche, but her oculus took on a pleading expression. `` Please, professional. Do n't penalise me. I 'll be undecomposed. I swear. '' The wetness between her branch multiplied with every pleading word. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex parkway into overload. She looked down at his thick, rigid putz enmeshed in the protective sheath, the flyspeck ridge covering every inch of his scape.

If he puts that matter inside me, I 'm going to feel it, Naya realized. Those bump and ridgeline would rub against her pussy in a 1000 tormenting ways.

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

There was a zing of pain now shooting through her nipples, but not the kind of nuisance that created a closure of sensation. Just the face-to-face. The tingling in her knocker made the rest period of her body more aware. Her face, torso, pegleg, and even feet thrummed with heightened sensitivity.

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

'' face at you, you sexy little slit. I 'm going to shock those tits 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 manus grazed against her clit, spurring clean need through her lumbus. `` If you do n't do, maybe I 'll tie one of my cartridge holder to this unruly picayune twat, '' he said menacingly even as his lips sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her face sideways to forgather his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of arousal coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a vellication of fear. Now, as she looked into his eyes, no longer flinty and frigidity, she realized that despite the Platonism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one more time to take a crap for certain she had n't been overwhelmed.

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

'' Did I say you could snog me, lilliputian cunt ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her side forward, giving her a playful slap on each butt buttock. He lined up his sheathe humanity and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute prat backward and upward, exposing her kitty for maximum penetration.

Then, inch by agonizing in, he slid his sheathed shaft between her cunt lips, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her soft channel until moan escaped from her pharynx, and the dial he turned on the ECT box sent tantalizing bursts of push through her too-sensitive mamilla.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurts, lord, '' Naya moaned, but it was a groan which lacked the feel of pain. Instead it had the food color of pleasure, of pain in the neck bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her hand pressed against the shower wall tiles as the alligator clips continued to burgeon forth galvanising stimulus into her supple conoid.

'' UHHH…please skipper. please no More ! '' Naya begged, but it was a singular type of plea lacking actual desire. She wanted this incredible intuitive feeling igniting her burden, sending her body into a level of awareness she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the phantasy, letting the journeying guide her. The naked miss let out a tongueless coo of joy as Damian gripped her waistline with one hand, the box in his former fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced disco biscuit 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 blast, and the girl was a sopping raft, her loin screaming for release.

The untested womanhood felt that throbbing shaft slam into the wet crimp of her sex. All cerebration of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of pauperism consume her. The room was now filled with the conciliate slap of Damian 's testicles against her thighs and the cover moans ripped from her pharynx by the electroshock stimulus.

'' Your puss clench my hammer well, knuckle down. Do you feel the electroshock surging through those sexy tits ? Hmm ? Tell me what you feel, slave. I want every detail. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those Good Book, his pure tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from fundament.

The young brunette tried to make coherent thought.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't want a inane mate. I want a actual woman - one who knows her fantasies, her rich arcanum and desires, no thing how wickedness, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, little cunt, or it all stops NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that unbelievable virtuoso in her breasts, of that prick filling her slit, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her buttocks backward, impaling her damp estrus on the sheathed manhood of her sea captain.

'' No…please Master. I 'll secern you. I 'll say you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from behind, when you were asleep on the planer. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, passkey. It made me set forth to imagine thing, to envision certain….scenarios… ''

'' fantasy ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her effect infused with heat. She leaned forward, making sure her snatch was at a unadulterated tallness for him to fuck.

'' Yes, lord. I…I love the texture of the rubber on your cock. Every time you go through me, it makes me feel so thoroughly. Your apoplexy make me feel loved, Master. Each time you fuck me is like the perfect candy kiss. ``

'' And your breasts, knuckle down ? How do they palpate ? Do you desire the pain to go away ? ``

'' No, headmaster ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't manipulate 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 moment, sending her writhing as her nipples flared to biography. The tingling sensations lingered, making her breasts aching.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to bonk her, punish her, his stopcock filling her mingy pussy as the ECT sent Wave after wave of stimulus through her breasts and into her very marrow. 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 turn his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her individual, a latent matter all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest ECT zapped her nipples, and the phallus battering through her pussy sent her over the boundary. The slender brunet clenched her pussy around Damian 's pecker, flooding it with her sticky nectar and scent. It took what seemed eternity before her agonize, happily sated body could at last lean against the shower pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt tender hands taking the gator clips off of her sore mammilla. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his shaft, now sans cocktail dress, and lovingly plunged into her rut with an even pacing. He groaned after a few minute, his warm germ mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his manhood complimentary, he undid her cuffs.

The young woman sank to the floor, her leg feast wide-eyed. 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 clapper. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual kiss, his hands cupping her beautiful nerve.

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

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

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

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

Damian 's cock twitched toward positive feedback, and Naya let out a floor little gasp.

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The heroic circuit took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calves were burning. It had been a dependable workout, though, and she had seen adequate luxuriousness to occupy various HGTV installment. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an entire island ?

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

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

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

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

Naya smiled, swooping in with her knight. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's melanize knight now threatened to pounce on gabardine 's queen.

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

Damian 's answer surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the chess dining table to gift her a sweet, bare kiss. His stiff taste lingered on her lingua. She did n't want it to go away.

'' You 're cagy, slave. I 'll accept to maintain my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive spirit, waited for him to prepare his future move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a fork play that cost him his fagot before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his hired man with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a plot in…I ca n't remember how retentive, damn it. '' The frustration was n't real, and the intimation in his middle told her that he was imprint by her domination of tactics.

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

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

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

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

'' I…I think you 've already taken both, master key. I 've never felt the way you made me find today. Or last night. ``

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his bridge player gently around her wrists. `` Tell me one to a greater extent fancy, Naya. One More, to varnish this bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my lonesome mate, my slave who I would cherish above all else. ``

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

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those yoke intelligence out took courage. It 's wrongfulness, Naya. damage. Yet…yet it was there. A fantasy from her teenage long time when she 'd first stumbled onto the taboos of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to girl, to women. Not from a purely physical standpoint.

But she did recover the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of controller - intense fancy where a charwoman controlled HER, dominated her, in a lot the like ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her truthful beloved. The dark Prince Charming. Her inscrutable fantasy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a psyche. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both men on Naya 's reduce shoulders, and then gently caressed the female child 's arms as he looked her in the heart, refusing to let her glint away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to keep open privy. severalise me, my endearing slave. Tell me and I can make it tangible. ``

She wanted to believe 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 mere invertebrate foot pattering all the way to the bedroom where she 'd first come alive up.

The Danton True Young fair sex threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad mind, Naya. He 'll never have it off you once you tell him the truth. But in no prison term at all his silhouette blocked the spread out door. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his thickened hands stroking her hair. And it felt good. So good.

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

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

Those words finally gave her the strength. She slowly revealed to him the most scandalise secret, the most shocking Apocalypse she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't collapse a smile. He did n't waver for a second from the concerned, steady look that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her fantasy in flesh and make it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the bars of the jail cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather apprehension around her throat etched with silver markings. Two thongs of rophy bound her wrist joint to the head of the common cold, stainless steel body tray on which she 's been spread-eagled. Her legs were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive cleaning woman loomed above her, ordering her to stay completely still.

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

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and good Quaker. Sabrina Thompson was a sexy red-header with toothsome bend, replete white meat, and a deceptively angelic, untried cheek. She had originally applied to be a flight attendant on Damian 's common soldier jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important endowment. Her ability to massage away pain, to heal hoi polloi 's liveliness, had made Damian eventually settle to take 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 question, Damian still kept in touch modality with her…and knew to call on her when an employee came to him with a fantasy involving female-on-female stimulation. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd told Naya that, and to Naya 's shock she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a rubber stopcock in her mouth, its point facing upward. The longsighted, tap prick had wickedly abrasive dustup of blow to enhance feminine pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female, and the thought sent her pussy into a dripping-wet state of arousal.

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

'' seed here, married man. Lick this slut 's cunt. expect how wet she is ! kick in the small kick a thoroughgoing cunt-sucking to hold on her distracted. I 'm going to wax the slut 's facial expression and fuck her until she begs for clemency. ``

The brunette 's pubic region were now blazing with want. Naya groaned with the rubber tool fastened inside her sass. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel eubstance tray, lowering her cunt slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the prospicient, thick shaft. Sabrina began a steady cycle, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's look. The immature cleaning lady moaned, her dusky-skinned bareness writhing beneath the pale dominatrix as Damian knelt between her ramification, his natural language flicking in earnest at Naya 's young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her articulatio coxae twitching as Damian lapped at her pussy. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her heat down on the long rubberize phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that pussy in her grimace. The idea of licking it gave her no delight in itself. But the approximation of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's puss crashing down on that retentive, aphrodisiacal hokey cock - that made Naya 's nipples harden. It made her groan and her pussy gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded nerve package until Naya could only moan and thrash underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunette 's untested mammilla.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

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

'' Not so fast, little pussy. Husband, turn over this horny crab a taste sensation of your hammer. stuff her cunt FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's grimace. Naya groaned with dashing hopes as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to come next was like liquid flame coursing through her veins, slit and clit. This is torment, she thought. grand torture. Her body hummed with desire, intolerable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to Death as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her ankles, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless blade body tray. The inhuman steel had felt insensate against her tegument at first, but with the constant friction and the body heat of the Male and female person partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lithesome nakedness was sheened with elbow grease, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the cock fastened inside Naya 's Cy Young sass. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to endanger her moist love transmission channel. He inserted his manhood and thrusting brutally to the hilt, filling her cushy sex.

The college student imagined Damian leaning into her, his cock plowing deeply into her pussycat with his gaze fastened on the joining of their bodies. Naya imagined what it might look like to Damian, her titty bouncing with the effect of Sabrina 's plunges down the hokey hammer fastened to Naya 's expression. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy reach realization in her mind. She imagined herself - this lost female prisoner taken by a brutal wife and husband…

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

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

'' Do n't get along yet, lilliputian snatch. Tell us what you want commencement ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you need ? ``

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

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

At terminal the 21-year-old sighed, her mamilla hard as pollex saddlery, her cunt slick with its own succus. `` Because…to have two people making me the center of all aid, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that ascendance over me, to me THAT is jazz, schoolmaster. I feel love when your cock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the tool in my mouth, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a storm of…of energy, giving delight as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your heart and soul or…I do n't know what to bid it. Please, Master. Please, Mistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning feel, making sure that he was still secret plan to cover. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in rapid successiveness, her juice coating the rubberize peter. At finally, with her nipples beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the contrived cock, splashing it with her succus even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's orgasm. Her pussycat clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards spill. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the rubber cock from the miss 's oral fissure. Sabrina took a gradation back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the edge of the body tray, spreading her hip joint wide as he penetrated her with animalistic forwardness. His phallus pounded her, laborious and debauched, and Naya looked down at the irradiation stabbing into the fold of her sex, arousal jumping through her loins. Her nipple were hard as tiny ball field, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more way for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an apex, his rooster slamming between her legs until he tensed, their bodies joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's straits bashed against the board, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquidness passion of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the consequence of her orgasm, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normality.

The defenseless untried char heard only her rapid external respiration, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his lip gently suckling on her breasts.

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

Is this what passion is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fulfill her fancy, no matter how iniquity and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with attender passionateness. Asking nothing in return. His tongue gently stroked her gist, bringing her one last twinge of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

'' Well, Naya ? Will you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my partner, my hard worker. I will fulfill whatever fantasy you desire and protect you. My center is yours to be crushed or to be made whole by you alone. One question now. Do you swallow ? ``

Naya 's somewhat face relaxed and she took a long moment to think. But there was zippo to resolve. She did n't want to go back to a world grey and colorless. A existence without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders as he crushed her breasts against his chest, his arms encircling her and holding her tight.

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

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

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

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

Naya gave him a shy grinning. `` Yes, Master. I will leave alone the cosmos behind to be with you. ``

'' No, Naya. You leave the public behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouth as their lip joined once Thomas More, sealing a bond between Master and slave never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad melodic theme. I ca n't consider I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could think as she felt Damian pull up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into Park in front of her sometime dormitory. It had been several months since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd called her roomie Rebecca early on a fateful Mon daybreak those few months ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebekah had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

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

No, that was n't quite true up. 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 fertile billionaire 's Corinthian bunny ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail message. The damage and scorn in his voice had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would take her parents time to arrive to grips with the real Naya.

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

cloud obscured the moon in the Nox sky. Even with the campus kindling, the humanity seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

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

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

Her practical, respectable, churchgoing booster would never, NEVER agree to live on an island with them in a surreal, sexually loose public where fancy came unfeigned. It just did n't sound potential. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the name of Jake Caulfield, Rebekah 's longtime boyfriend. When she asked why he needed it, Damian had mysteriously said, 'Do n't worry…let me do the preparation, passion .'

Now they were here and Damian planned to earn Rebecca an offer she could n't turn away. They entered through the parking brake entrance at the cover of the building. somebody had illegally propped give the doorway. They rushed up three flights of steps, Damian leading the way wearing a dark vest and dungaree, looking like a bouncer in a nightclub. Naya wore a short lavender skirt and tank top, a cherry necklace around her neck - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the true lovemaking who finally understood him.

will I ever really empathize the closed book that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for sure, but she did know one affair. He was bold, irregular, adventuresome. And she loved him.

They finally came to the floor with Rebekah 's hall. She did n't experience 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 hired man. The athletic, wiry football player had a mop of blond tomentum on his bounteous face. His downcast eyes were deadly serious at the minute, but normally they crinkled with boyish charm.

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

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

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

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

Damian and Naya stepped back and let Jake bait in the quarry. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the niche, listening to the flying interchange of conversation as a dazed Rebecca got awoken in the midriff of the night.

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

'' No clip to excuse, baby. We have to go - emergency. 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 hustle her out the door in not much more than her night shirt and knickers. Naya and Damian waited until they 'd left and then quietly followed. Once they were on the highway, paving material whirring underneath the Dodge Viper 's tire, Naya turned to Damian.

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

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

Naya crossed her implements of war, her facial formulation threatening violent storm cloud. 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 Rebecca might say when she learned the Truth, lost in thought process with the night going by in a blur and headlight from other cars streaking like angels past her window.

Finally they reached their address, a mansion with tall alabaster chromatography column fronting the property. The estate was on a hill, surrounded by wrought atomic number 26 fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this home. The man was Book of Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three nestling were currently in mansion house. Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't know was that Damian had all his passcodes and certificate codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

They parked the Viper, entered through the look door, and Damian re-engaged the security scheme behind them. He led Naya through a maze of dissimilar hallway and rooms until they came out onto an undetermined patio with a large, wide hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't funny. Why did you subscribe to us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunet looked spunky, pointing her finger angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her sleep clothes. Somehow she managed to look sexy though, the item of her teat poking through her eternal sleep shirt.

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

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her booster, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebecca knew what was happening. The curly-haired little girl almost broke into binge for a s, squeezing Naya powerful back.

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

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

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

'' Pleased to encounter you I guess. '' But her reflection said the antonym. Damian was the man who had taken her Charles Herbert Best friend away from her. Rebecca did n't know that she agreed with the liberated modus vivendi Damian seemed to advocate. Rebekah had been thinking inwardly for the past several month, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

Rebekah turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to distribute her arms 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 biography, a in force animation, and I want you to have got it too. That 's why we 're all here. To cause you an whirl. ``

Rebekah gaped, first at her beau, then at her best friend.

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

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

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

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollar sign so that she could chance the courageousness to go forth her old life and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a standardized opportunity. forget now, with your boyfriend Jake. Come live on the island with us. I own a small buck private island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the intimate fantasies that are the core of who you really are. Discover a different kind of living with dissimilar priority. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good thing for us, Becky. The best of things. With the money you can go back to school any time and finish your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to modify our surroundings, take origin of where we 're at in our lives. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own little world, internships, classes, job applications across the area. THIS, though, would kick in us a opportunity to discover who we are first, to develop our human relationship before going out into the mankind. Damian is offering us a chance at sanctuary if we 're leave to be at peace with some of our inscrutable, maybe even darkest illusion. 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 woman looked at her swain almost outraged, but something held her anger in check. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly pass through her head. She let out an exhausted sigh.

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

Naya gave her best ally 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 mystery side of you probably craves, whether you want to admit it or not. Come with us. Go with me on this disturbed adventure, and I promise you wo n't be disappointed. ``

Becky shook her head. `` 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 have intercourse where we are. Whose theater is this ? looking at, I 'm leaving and I promise to think over everything. It's…I 'd be lying if I did n't say it was tempting. Jake, just take me home. ``

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

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

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

'' The people who own this residence are asleep in their chamber upstairs. They might wake at any present moment. They might come down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house security, which means that you have two option : either leave, set off the warning signal, and explain to the householder and police what just happened to you…getting your Charles Herbert Best acquaintance and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. Fulfill your fancy. Obey Jake 's control. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

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

'' I…this is nutcase. ``

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

There was a sudden thud, as of footsteps. Perhaps person upstairs using the privy. The floor creaked viewgraph.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's ticking, Rebekah. You may not make a great deal time either. It sounds like one of the people upstairs is stirring. score your alternative. ``

Naya watched, foreplay seething in her line of descent. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's aspect flush with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her secure friend, slipping the shirt over Beckys pass. Bra-less, Becky 's nipples glistened in the moonlight as the clouds receded. Her knocker were shining, staring cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a petty when Jake slipped a hired man under the waistband of her pants, stroking her young clit.

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

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

'' Say something, infant. Tell me how much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his free hand gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to rub down her au naturel back.

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

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

The curly-haired cutie took off her pant and air-sleeve, standing au naturel in her birthday cause. Little trickling bar of pussy 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 naked, her creamy bosom and open sex inviting spicy fantasies of ascendence and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, jeans, air sock and brake shoe, standing limber and au naturel until he sat on the edge of the hot tub. The water bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his wooden leg in with a sigh.

'' seed here, sister. Get your fine ass in there and sop up my rooster, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated rooster, Jake hissed, `` What if somebody comes down here ? Do you desire the owner catching us here, having sex in his firm ? Every second that ticking by we might be discovered, baby. Come here ! Get your mouth on me, and be quick about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a phantasy of Rebecca 's. Each time Jake mentioned the expectation of someone discovering them, her eyes seemed to fall and Becky 's nipples had hardened like pollex tack. The curly brunet finally stepped into the soothing, swirling waters of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's leg.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebecca took Jake 's scape in her refined fingers, gently pumping up and down his phallus until a cliff of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the position of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a light sense of touch until her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.

Jake groaned, his body going rigid with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his consistence had zapped itself to the tip of his cock, hungrily gathering up the sensations. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her mouth, slowly pumping her face down and then up, down and then up. The Edward Young man 's head went back, center closing in a delirious transport as Becky slurped up and down his aegir cock.

Damian turned to Naya, and the looking at of rousing in Naya 's grimace was unmistakable. Naya 's heart were glued to the unconvincing scene .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in front of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's cock, her hands pressing firmly against his hips.

The unseasoned man tried to suffocate his groans, grunting as he thrust his pelvic girdle upward to impale Becky 's young mouth. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his peter deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic fumble. She held him there, lovingly encased in her oral fissure for several long s. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her lips dripping with filament of cum.

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

'' feeling at me, sister. 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 worthless manhood until her breasts glistened with the amalgamate fluids of Jake 's pre-cum and her own spittle.

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' foretell me Master, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a moment, but then she let the actor's line word form in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-coated brunette leaned over again, slurping up his peter between her cunning lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until release seemed imminent. Jake clenched two hands in her hair, moving his handwriting up and down to serve have it off her look with more potent dip.

At last Becky came up off of that peter one more time, her chin dangling with farseeing streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. Master has draw of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her span him.

His cock, midst and ready, saluted Becky 's pale nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my precious little jade ? The possessor of this house might make out any moment. Hurry up and fuck me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her pussy above his bulbous cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to install the cycle, her cunt engulfing his light beam until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering need in her loin, her purulent wet now, as her best friend began to rally Jake 's cock.

'' Uhh…you love child. roll in the hay me. shtup my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to fill her down screwing, joining their bodies until Sir Thomas More pre-cum leaked between the sealing wax of her cunt lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was make to explode.

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

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

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

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

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark raw, every beautiful womanly curve revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather collar around her neck and then cuff her hands behind her back. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his hands gripping her shoulders firmly as he swiftly entered her tender slit from behind, plunging into the blurriness of her sex with an audible slap, his sac smacking against the backs of her second joint with each pulverizing screw.

The dark-haired young lady moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his prick ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety cocktail dress. Naya had to rely on Damian 's helping hand to hold her shoulder joint and retain her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had pure power over her. All Naya could do was push her hips back to match his thrusts, helping him be intimate her more completely, penetrating ever abstruse.

'' Yes, minuscule cunt. Move those hip joint. I 'm going to have a go at it your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping audio of their bodies joining creating a staccato rhythm which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's dense turncock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so hard. The arousing view must own sent the curly brunet over the bound. Becky bit her lip, letting out an rhapsodic wail as her pussy gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his prick vanished into Becky 's tight deepness. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down for a furious kiss as his own coming poured through him, his ejaculate surging into her warm inside.

The door to the terrace swung wide open and a middle-aged man with piercing blue optic and Gy fuzz burst into the elbow room. He was wearing only a night robe, and his optic widened in shock.

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

'' Daniel, why hullo. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the house looked at the setting in front of him. A brunette with a leather arrest around her cervix, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's turncock plowing her from butt. A curly-coated brunette sitting on a new man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid cock slipped devoid, totally sated. Becky looked horrified, her jaw dropping as she realized Book of the Prophet Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the youth man put his hands on her shoulders.

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

'' I…oh god…this is so uncanny, '' Becky said with a sigh as stimulation began to throw a tentative comeback, re-moistening her snatch. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her lover 's cock even as it started to testify planetary house of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's damage with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could tell by the stimulation in Becky 's eyes that she longed to put Jake 's peter right back inside her blotto, wet cunt where it belonged.

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

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

'' That man owes me Sir Thomas 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 puss back to sheathe Damian 's Phallus again and again and again, moaning and enjoying every irregular of it.

'' Yes, master copy. Fuck my pussy. nooky this striver 's encephalon out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

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

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to represent out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt felicity surging in her tit, combined with the enclosure of arousal and sheer sexual joy. The striver threw her hips back, her cute buttocks slamming to meet Damian 's plunging cock as the minute of eruption came. His hands tightened on Naya 's shoulder joint, jet after squirt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's gens, thanking her Master for emptying his seed, her body sagging with expiation as she felt his heat consume her.

EPILOGUE

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interest dichotomy of the creation as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her friend had learned to harness her sexual fantasy and use them as creative fuel to pass water life worth keep. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three months now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their inner selves - the intimate organism inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the universe in its peachy radiance, Naya found herself straddling a wooden sawhorse, a giant pink dildo whirring away in her slit. Her mortise joint were tied to either face of the horse, and her articulatio radiocarpea were bound behind her back. She moaned with a ball gag in her mouth as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the rampart of her sex with hundreds of tiny ribbed extrusion along the total distance of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her boob and tweaking her nipples with his deceivingly soft pinch. `` fountainhead, slave ? How does it feel, that huge, hard rubber putz 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 illusion involved.

Just across from Naya, Becky was a crazy maria, her blench nakedness straddling Jake 's stopcock. poor people Jake was tied up in a wide-backed electric chair, his ankle joint lashed to the floor. His cock had a cock-ring at the infrastructure, restricting the flow of rake, letting just enough blood rush to the tip of his cock to outride hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his peter with horny abandon, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. Fuck me. You call this fucking ? '' she sang, her twat slurping up and down his pecker, her cunt sassing forming a tight sealskin along his cock. `` I want to finger your cock-head in my womb, damn it. Fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless dick. ''

Becky 's linguistic process was harsh, but it was all just part of the phantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was willing to play this office, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake necessitate that role. Neither was right or damage. They were two persona of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual amour and queerness in countless conformation.

'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 pussy even as he stroked her clitoris. His other hand cupped her sensitive breasts until she had no selection but to gush hard on that arctic stopcock, coating it with her juices and scent.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's pussy, over-sensitive from the Recent epoch orgasm, now felt every vibrating sensation from the embedded cock with triple intensity as it impaled her sly sex.

All the while Becky 's pussycat tormented the putz of the man who loved her enough to be her slave. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a waterlogged kiss on the oral cavity. `` Mmm…yes, baby. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's unrestrained cry sang with intimate release, her snatch coating Jake 's turncock with its sweet womanly nectar.

Master and slave, man and adult female. This was a world where bounds could be thrown aside, and hidden fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to razz Jake 's straining dick, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. Naya had no regrets, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please air me a comment to let me know what you thought ! This story resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed smart set. Remember, always play along your aspiration, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty