CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing face of her roommate. It had n't been the first-class honours degree time she 'd seen Rebecca give her that face. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mysterious as his word picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her seem misanthropical, the eyes hard, almost moth-eaten, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at least a X her senior, but his lean face had somehow retained the charm of a lots untried man. Damian 's eyes were smoky Second Earl Grey. His bod was concordat, and even under the shadow purple garb shirt, muscles rippled.

She flipped on her earpiece to the archetype ad, staring at the tidings one more time.

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. adventurous, open 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 even and, if you play your board right, Damian might just keep you for a piece. Offering : $ 2 million the first Nox. monetary value on the table after that. Do you presume ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might have called her petite from a distance, but she had noticeable curves and a body that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one last clock time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless Negro dress. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black pilus that hung in crinkly lushness a undecomposed few inch past her shoulders. Lithe and acrobatic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the track team at Triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a sonant version of Naya. Rebecca 's little, curly haircloth and prankish eyes were always looking for the side by side harlequinade to play. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online advertisement.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just secernate me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few Thomas More months. Is this, like, some concluding poor fish stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible for adult ? Because I promise you, there are less stupid slipway to do something impetuous and fun. You do n't bed WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial grampus for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to state 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 airless to achieving it, she did n't sense elated or even encouraged…she felt void. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her sense active. She did n't want to recollect about the future, at least not for the clip being. Running across the online ad in an unknown assembly had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. Crazy or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to have what she hoped might be the night of her life, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

The evening began as Naya had hoped. Just on time, 8PM, and the moon already hanging in the sky like a goliath pale Frisbee, the sleek, black limousine pulled up to the curb near her dorm. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curb with her, wearing a much less dressy denim and a tank car top. She gave her admirer a goodbye hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take care of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. Understand ? '' Naya looked into her friend 's concerned middle, fiery with that pauperization to protect. She loved her roommate. This was her dear friend, and she was touched how upset Rebecca was for her.

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

An impeccably dressed driver opened the door for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could seek encourage retribution. She waved at her booster as the driver got back in, started up the locomotive engine, and take them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pins and phonograph needle. A light rain began to shine, making the asphalt and construction glisten with a lineament Naya liked. It reminded her of conjuration. Wow, what a corny persuasion. Do n't let your jitter make you say something poor fish tonight, Naya reminded herself.

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

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the driver. She had caught the name 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking disastrous man had a shaved headspring and looked like he could 've played in the national football League with no difficulty. But he did n't even respond to Naya, just rolled up the division window and turned on some pleasant malarkey music that would 've drowned out any promote attempts at communicating.

Naya frowned. The offset midget bit of'I told you so'crept into her chief, doing a noteworthy rendition of Rebecca 's vox. As the minute ticked by, still totally incognizant of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of outright fearfulness. Nearly 45 proceedings passed before Naya was ready to bang on the partition and demand that 'Pierre'stop the vehicle and secern her where the pit he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large storage warehouse with a bay sliding subject, and the limousine eased out of the pelting, pulling to a stop in a encompassing storage warehouse floor flooded with visible radiation.

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

There were rows of beautiful Danton True Young women. Many of them wore skimpy dresses, others wore pieces of bang-up elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the ornateness of the gowns and heaviness of the constitution, were trying very hard to look more mature than their years.

Naya quietly let capital of South Dakota guide her over to join the bank line of expectant girl. She stood beside a blond female child in a lustrous red frock which had a one strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulders and pile of cleavage. Oops. I did n't know this would be a contention, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's other incline was wearing a sparkly commons tank top and black slacks embroidered with quarrel of bright beads. She turned with a critical look in her emerald eyes. `` A skank is still a skank, no subject how OK the apparel, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged theatrical role on an fabrication line. Naya opened her sass, shocked at the woman 's rudeness.

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

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to answer to that. '' She finally took in the detail of the blonde fair sex 's human face. Her pretty Amytal center were wide-eyed and innocent now, but moments before they 'd been touchy and sharp.

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

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

'' Yeah, I know it IS a little over the top. Even though I do n't fit the dumb blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to work appearances and see how very much the great unwashed assume. You can learn a lot about citizenry 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 digit. Too late she realized that maybe she was being too familiar with Claire and just a bit presumptuous, but the blonde little girl smiled and seemed to revel Naya 's good interest.

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant fingerbreadth along the silk trim of her gorgeous black apparel. `` tinker's damn, woman. This hugs your figure like the nightie of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get full point for flashiness, but you 've got a lot to a greater extent taste, '' she said with a sigh.

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

Claire shrugged, and the anxiety behind her eye said as much ; they were both in the Saami boat.

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

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

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

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

The two stood hand in paw, talking to one another, trying to stay fresh each former 's flavor up and distracted while more fille were dropped off for the strangest competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 Cy Young cleaning woman in the warehouse. The constant pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the young women impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay doors, screeching to a stop, pennants fluttering with the corporal logo of Cruceaux Industries unmistakable, the totally place fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed gentleman's gentleman who had to be - without any doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its bright atomic number 47 vest contrasting sharply against his two assistants'plain Elwyn Brooks White unity, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the product line of untried women as if he had a the right way to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the gangway of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gowns, his oculus seemed much less relate about the physical endowment of the women he surveyed than about early tone.

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

Claire had to want to front her sexy good in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a girl she 'd barely met squeezing her script tightly like a frightened niggling Sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too belated to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to survey them, and his eyes had already taken keen promissory note of their joined hands.

What was Claire thinking ? Naya imagined that the blond woman was angry with her. She had ruined the Night for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't free the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blond womanhood first, and then his piercing gaze set its sights on Naya. He seemed to linger on her glossy, midnight hair and the dark chocolate pools of her middle. His eye gently caressed the slimness of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for safe measuring. He settled on her face, and Naya tried to fulfil his gaze. After a few minute, she couldn't.

Her affectionateness began to slump as he began to ferment away. But instead these Bible came out of Damian 's backtalk as he spoke to his two assistants.

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

Naya exchanged a warm glance with Claire, saw the victory in her new supporter 's eyes. They had done it. They had passed the inaugural run. Claire leaned over, risking a rustle before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the night begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

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

'' I do n't think I caught your public figure, '' he said mildly as the bay threshold slid open and the limousine lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

'' A delight to meet you both. I want you to know, that no topic how this night transpires, you two are quite limited. I wouldn't have asked you to come if I thought otherwise. ``

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

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

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

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

At concluding, with the malarkey picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windshield glass, the limousine pulled up to a swish Greek-Italian eatery. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the methamphetamine windows revealed epicurean tablecloths and quartz glass ware which would 've looked worthy in nigh multimillion dollar star sign.

It was Pierre who opened the room access, but Naya flushed when Damian took her helping hand, guiding her out onto the sidewalk as Pierre snapped give his umbrella. When Claire moved to accompany, Pierre softly put up his hand.

'' Forgive me, my noblewoman. You have early plans for the night. I see the disappointment on your case, but do not judge the evening until it 's over. I would not have brought you this far only to empty you. '' The huge, muscle-bound fatal man sounded almost gallant, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent blood rushing to her cheek. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's heart was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading Army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so gentlewoman who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her helping hand on either side of her, a bar of self-aware knowingness surfacing with a retribution. She was cognisant of the ruby pendent at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering blacken in the dress. She had been going for a decadent look, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her number and rested on her face, she had succeeded.

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

To share a bed with a billionaire alien, enjoying a Night of warmth and excess without regrets ? That might have been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the 1st home, but it did n't vocalize so impressive now. In fact, it made her look downright shoal. She gripped the table edge, almost ashamed that she had no organise resolution.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a miss with a linear personality. You 're a Danton True Young woman looking for something Sir Thomas More out of spirit. more than what guild says you can be. differentiate me I 'm wrong. ``

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

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

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE right, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my pipe dream for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to conceive, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a Dark Prince Charming. In a few months I 'll make my technology academic degree. Probably a few months after that I 'll make fiscal independency. But that 's not happiness. It feels empty to me. I see my friends become absorbed in their own little world, 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 be intimate ? ``

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

Naya tried to just be honest. `` Because you have power, because you clearly do n't give care what mass think. I admired your honesty when I first read the posting. I admired your dullness, the world-be-damned philosophy I sensed behind the words in your ad. '' Naya could n't believe she was saying this. She sounded like another someone, but it was lawful. 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 conclusions ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to hand and gently rub his right hand over her left hand. She felt the immediate surge of warmheartedness from his medal, and it made her arm tingle.

'' Too early to tell, '' she whispered. `` But severalize me this, '' she said, trying to recoup. `` Why did you bring Claire ? Why parent her Leslie Townes Hope up only to cruelly exit her and then take me ? I do n't live if I can prise a man who does something like that. ``

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

The brunette blushed, but she stood her priming. 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 woman before ? ``

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

His behaviour turned serious, though, even as that last sentence brought up alarming questions in Naya 's psyche.

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

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

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

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

Naya took a sip of her vino, letting the delectable finish dance on her palate for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you fault a girl for getting certain ideas after you 've put her in a lineup with 100 other sexed-up women ? ``

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

Naya shook her nous and withdrew her hired hand. That damnably pleasurable flavour of his hired hand rubbing her arm was making it difficult to think straight.

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

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

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

The brunette 's chocolate-hued center widened in make-believe shock. `` Those are DEFINITELY not the words I expected to issue forth out of the mouth of Damian Cruceaux. ''

'' Yet they have, but do n't misapprehend me. I will do anything for the woman I love. If the woman I love asks me to take another woman to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man choose her right in front of me, I could n't deny her even that. There is nada I will not do for a char, as long as her asking does not come tainted by greed. '' The hard line of his jaw had melted into a wry grinning. `` Of course, you probably get hold me an odd mix of traditional amorous fancy and things more decadent, shadowy and forbidden. There are few char who have ever understood me. The only one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I find the countersign 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to make you my mate, my submissive. I will be your maestro, and you will be my striver. ``

This terminology drew staring lines in Naya 's nous and nerve - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dark fantasies. fantasy of being taken - sometimes by a pirate king, sometimes by a brute barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably seem silly to her friends, and many masses would be horrified. But there were substantial 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 custody had invaded her side of the table, gently grasping her radiocarpal joint.

'' How does this feel, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's ventilation had quickened. She was sure he could see the rapid cost increase and descent of her chest under the skintight fabric. The sweat along her eyebrow had to be noticeable too. Her segmentation felt silken with perspiration, and she wanted to excommunicate her nerves for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's eyes gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare woman, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to know exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the norms of society. Society is superficial and stagnant. I want you to experience alert, to be what you were truly meant to be - guild 's beliefs be damned. Men and adult female 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 thing you may not want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and care for you, but I will also cook you MINE. I will labor you to the limits, I will take exception you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her chemical reaction. His hands still gently clasped her articulatio radiocarpea. Even that tame spirit level of his controller over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

'' Can you palm this ? Can you stand such an organisation ? Because if you ca n't, there is no ignominy in standing up now and walking away. I wo n't try to stop you. But if you go forward from here, the rules change. I will not treat you with kid mitt. I will treat you as the hard worker you were meant to turn. ``

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

Damian Cruceaux tapped his finger on the tabular array and took a sip of the delicately red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earreach, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` make me the weekend. If you decide to stay with me after that, you 'll relinquish your damn classes, take the $ 2 million I offered, and suit my slave. ``

Naya took a gulp of her wine, swirling the beautiful red liquidness in the finely quartz crank, watching and imagining it was blood. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the great Damian Cruceaux is not the man to naturalize me ? What then ? ``

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

The dusky-skinned college educatee frowned. `` By the musical arrangement in your ad, you said $ 2 million for just one night. Why would I agree to stay with you for two nighttime and forego all that easygoing money ? ``

But the billionaire returned her intellectual statement with a carefully impassive expression. `` You tell me, young woman. You are the one who said you were interested in something MORE than a one-night pedestal. That is what I now offer. So…what do you adjudicate, 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 conceive of. A thrill ran up her spine, and a warmness surged between her stage. Naya, be careful. Do n't you commend Rebecca 's lyric ? She thought. There was another side of meat, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your life do something that is true to who you are. Not the person you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's honorable and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

Naya sighed, and her rim opened to work three complete words. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would encounter following. I guess I was incorrect, she realized not long after. The limo had come to pick them up, but this time it was a unlike driver who ushered them into the back fundament. Inside, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting side by side on the plush leather cushions opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every effort had the easygoing limberness of a panther. He casually put an arm about her as the driver gunned the limousine into the rain-soaked night.

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

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

She noticed that Claire and capital of South Dakota were holding hands. Claire 's expression was almost glowing, as if she was amped up on stop number.

'' A small buck private airport I use every now and then. It 's a bit of a parkway. We 've got some time, '' Damian said mildly.

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

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

'' funnies. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

'' Strip. Clothes off. Every iota. Now, Naya. I 'm not asking. ``

Naya felt her body go frigidness. A here and now later, though, heat flooded her veins. The thought of him seeing her completely naked tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a Whitney Young adult female and a man in a tux. She looked over at the two of them, and her boldness must give birth shown her daze.

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

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

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

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to fulfil his. For a second she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blonde slowly unbuttoned the dorsum of her garb, slipped free of the soft satin, and shimmied free of the repose of it. She was now in only a bright crimson bra and panty. adjacent she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of cloth gloaming to the level. Claire slowly drew the pantie down her delicious hips, sliding them gracefully off of her ankles. The dog came off then, and there was nothing but birthday suit. Just feminine dish, naked and unstained.

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

'' give your thigh a fiddling wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her ramification opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, subject and exposed. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or veer intimate stimulation, Naya was n't trusted. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a face of triumph, like a mortal does when they 've just conquered a care, and it gave Naya an incredible rush.

Before anything more could be done, Naya found her hired hand reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed textile without too much trouble, finally letting it flop to the side of meat as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and pink step-in. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush body. The blonde 's pale skin and womanly breaking ball were beautiful, simple as that.

There was n't anything to be ashamed of, was there ? Why should she be so loath to shew her smasher to this man who promised she could be his ? Why should she care that he wanted her lulu to be seen by others ? She finally quieted all the hand-to-hand struggle, guilt-infested warnings in her judgment and tried to look at the final plunge. She reached backward, touching her bra strap. Her fingers froze.

'' Does it help, Naya ? Seeing your fellow slave naked before you ? Does it hold you courage ? When you answer me, call me Master. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to take off your clothes as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without touch sensation of clemency. But you must show me you are trying. Are you giving this your best effort, Naya ? ``

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

'' beau monde has taught you to be ashamed of your own eubstance. 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 thing in your psyche. Now do what I say. read off what remains of your clothing. I would see the real you - a defenseless, pristine Naya, a hard worker of unrivaled ravisher. ``

As he said the Word of God, though, Damian gently did the work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to break her supple cones. He then slowly slid her scanty down her wooden leg, all the way to her ankles, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the recess, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her nativity. Her cute butt felt the cool leather underneath her. Her snatch felt the air on her peril slit lips. She felt a thrill of peril, of rousing, and it was all both discombobulate and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's consistence. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned hide was a subtlety darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly big, the nipples larger and more pronounced. Naya 's politic belly with its belly-button ring added an exotic allure beneath her well-formed knocker, and the muscular quality in her weapon and legs was unmistakable.

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

But her pap were already hardened, a shameful 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 keen, Master. I can definitely call a nigger a nigra, '' capital of South Dakota said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her shoulders in a like genitive case attitude. He went a step further, though, claiming her mouthpiece with a tender osculation. Claire moaned, her nipples beading too, and her nakedness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At last they came away from each other, lips parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my peter, knuckle down ? Put your oral fissure on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's optic widened, but she unstrapped the Black person man 's leather belted ammunition, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his slacks. Her graceful hands moved to slip down his pants and unmentionable, letting a thick, foresightful cock spring free.

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

Naya 's oral cavity 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 understructure, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blonde then swirled her spit against the tip, ripping a behind groan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his peter, Master. She 's taking him in her lip, '' Naya whispered. Her pussy felt warmth. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her back talk back and forth along Pierre 's manhood. There was a mollify, suckling rhythm, its sound soon apparent in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the unseasoned blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's member. The big man gently gathered up the blond 's favourable hairsbreadth into two clenched fists, groaning to a greater extent deeply as she went to figure out on him. Her aspect bobbed up and down, his rooster encased between her lips.

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

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

Naya sat there in disbelief, her pubes wet with afflictive desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a ambition. Instead, though, the Whitney Young woman felt the appalling touch of two fingerbreadth gently rubbing against her debunk clitoris. Damian 's fingers. The man was tender but firm - and what began as ennoble rubs soon became firm strokes, stoking a fiery pauperism that coursed through the brunette 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her breast heaved as he tormented her with the scrumptious attack of touch. She unconsciously opened her pegleg wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her gentle television channel. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that foresightful, Shirley Temple cock. She watched as the cute blond impaled her mouth on the shaft again, this time bottoming out on the dour slab until her gurgling was evident. She came up for air, newly strands of gooey cum drifting from her lips. These she gathered with her finger's breadth, licking them plum as if they were a sugary treat.

'' commodity, slave. How does your Master 's cum tasting ? '' Pierre rumbled.

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

'' What are you finger, Naya ? '' Suddenly the goddam digit stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's naked body. She thrummed with need, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to meet the billionaire 's touch.

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

'' You want more, you 'll have to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the words bent, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired daughter slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his gasp, slid them and his undergarment down to his stage. She paused a moment, admiring the fully package in her care. His thick, vein-bulging cock was strong for her, so enceinte. She imagined the feeling of need which must be surging through his unscathed body, the blood rushing to the length of his shaft.

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

This opinion of mastery she had over him, it made her feel incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her oral cavity up and down with a feverous loudness. Time seemed to return away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thighs, gripping so hard as her sassing bottomed out on his penis. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep sucking me, cute little twat. Impale that sweet petty mouth on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the Goth animate being she 'd dreamed of in her fantasies than the tidy man of affairs he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his shaft with her natural language, her tooth gently grazing his ray as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her pretty sassing. Before he could even convalesce though, the brunette had impaled her lip again, squeezing the face of his dig with her tongue as she slurped like a selfless slave. Damian 's groan reached a crescendo. He gasped, his hands grasping her by the shoulder joint and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' Open your mouth, slave. surface ! '' he shouted. Naya 's backtalk opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her boob. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final series of spurts covering her aspect and rima oris. When he was at end fully spent, Damian lifted her back onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the child's play of emotions across her case as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new heights.

Naya 's mouthpiece opened in a wordless, agonized groan. She looked down at her cum-covered knocker and felt the embarrassing cum on her face, its barbed olfactory property filling the limousine. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the the pits in her meat - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately call for release. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingers desperately, grinding her pelvic girdle with fervor. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a main road, going who knew where with two other masses behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender touch. She felt his fingers cajole, batter and assault her clit in the most titillating tactile sensation she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's indicator finger plunged into her sex, rubbing against the position of her making love epithelial duct, piling one aesthesis on top of the other until she could withhold it no more.

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

Naya 's groan plateaued, and her organic structure climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his indicant finger as she came hard, her juices flooding his fork. Naya 's slender weapons system grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his waistcoat as she felt herself riding out the orgasm. Her naked, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's young cheek pressed against Damian 's shoulder joint, her fond breaths panting against his neck.

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

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

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

Yet if that was unfeigned, then why had her physical structure never felt so awake ? She remembered his hand inside her soft heat and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his humanness between her pussycat lip, impaling her damp heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a shaft so inflexible and filled with need. Then she felt his heating plant fill her inside, her heart snapping undecided as her cover arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her nerve firmly pressed against his chest of drawers, the airport terminal lights twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

Naya was dismayed when she realized that her cum-covered face and boob had made smudge 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 rim.

'' Do not vex yourself, Naya. Time soon enough for me to be slipping into garb LE constricting. We 'll get you cleaned up on the aeroplane. 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 limousine was equipped with, and handed her a cold drink of water. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her sea captain and put it in the cup bearer.

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

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

Naya gave her Master a doubting flavor. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one nimble fuck a little early on to be crowing your winner ? '' Naya realized that the misanthropic side of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the run-in, but Damian seemed to contribute out the uncensored version of her, both the bad and the good.

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

The billionaire leaned across to the other seat, nudging his associate awake. capital of South Dakota awoke with a starting line, snuffling like a boar before rubbing at his sleepy eyes and gently stirring Claire awake too.

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

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

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

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

She looked at Damian one Thomas More time. His mouth was set in a business firm demarcation. He was serious. Dead good. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to contact her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a abstruse, lace hint, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her naked feet on the tarmacadam. The breeze ruffled her pubic hair's-breadth, tickling the flexure of her sex and caressing her teat into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the fresh odour of rainwater 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 lower spinal column. `` What do you find, Naya ? Shame ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your top dog. You are a beautiful charwoman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nothing to reverence. I own this airport. No one will dare judge you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the business concern in his brass. Just moments before he had looked irritated, stung by her rough tidings about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her marrow ache just a little. She impulsively slipped her arms around his neck opening, standing up on her tiptoes to apply him a tenacious, lingering kiss. He tasted of raspberries for some reason, and her senses awakened, the rub of his vest along her tit creating a enjoyable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight accompaniment, their spicy vests looking almost black in the night, materialized in straw man of the limo. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help oneself carry anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with difficultness, trying to sustain the red from creeping onto her grimace.

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

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such bravery, Naya. Yet already your will falters and you let society 's brainwashing creep back in. I see I may postulate to be a short 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 carpus in front of her and then gently cupped the pitcher's mound of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

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

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

Every footstep felt like overrefinement to Naya. She felt the like chattel being paraded before a victorious concourse, even though the runway was virtually void. A few airport force went about their duties, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his cortege. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the Lapp way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunette. capital of South Dakota gestured her up the Allium tricoccum first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the steps onto the plane.

The consequence she set foot inside a bang of relief swept through her. She was given a tush beside Claire, and the two naked slaves were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and breasts with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a short trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you wish me to help oneself, slave ? '' The kindness in his eyes disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a captured striver girl brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his aid ? She gave him an irritable expression, but quietly nodded. With deft strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her breasts, nerve, and elsewhere on her case.

Then he gave her a beguiling, soft kiss. `` Be ripe. capital of South Dakota and I will be back soon. ``

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the mill around sphere of the carpenter's plane from the battlefront of the cabin. Naya did n't tell apart the type of carpenter's plane. She guessed it could seat 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for business change of location, and it was well stocked with beverages of all kinds - gin, whiskey, rum, yield juices, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rarefied moment of seclusion.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how clumsy she felt. Why did sitting naked next to someone change her ability to call up or talk normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't make sentiency, but the awkwardness was like a fog on all sides.

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

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

Claire nodded, an evil grin lighting up her fairly face. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few tone your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his hammer, feeling the blood rushing through his manhood, my hands resting on the straining muscles of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to buck his genitalia upward into my warm mouth. Naya shook the retentivity away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these aesthesis she could n't seem to control.

The Edward Young blond looked at her protagonist, gently patting her hand. `` I think he adores you, you know. At first of all I was so roiled off, when capital of South Dakota told me that I was to be HIS date, and not Damian 's. But after we sat down to dinner, we really hit it off. We talked for minute, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this instant connectedness. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same affair. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so certain. I 've already managed to say some pudding head matter tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave submissive lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two worlds, the liberated mortal I want to be and the person whose body I 'm beat in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't know how to be that with all these contrary feelings telling me that what we 're doing is wrong. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a opprobrious tie and business coating placed her pocketbook just out of arm 's reach.

The sexy brunette leaned over to awkwardly catch it with her handcuff hands, but suddenly Damian Cruceaux was there instead, towering above her. He laid a hand gently on her thorax, pushing her backward, forcing her fountainhead against the head restraint.

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

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

'' Did I say you could get phone privileges, slave ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in interest. A suppressed grin could n't hide 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 bag, walked over to a plush sofa across the aisle, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going slack as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to loot out of his tux, dress pants, and polished black shoes. He was soon naked before her, his trunk rippling with muscle that she 'd suspected had been there from the moment she first saw his flick.

Naya felt her marrow flood with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his rooster erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll make you a deal, slave. seed here and mount me. screwing me. Ride this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her number and put the sound to your ear. You can recount your roomie that everything 's amercement then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. Agreed ? ``

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

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

'' I…Master, delight let me shout out. Then I 'll fuck you. I promise. '' Why did the melodic theme of talking to Rebecca while in such a conciliatory position terrify her ? Naya 's centre was racing like it wanted to break-dance out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hands cupped one of her breasts, squeezing just enough to heighten the sensation until it wrested a moan from her pharynx.

'' Uuhhh. Please maestro. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. convey it or leave it. This will be the last chance to use your sound until the weekend is finished. You either visit her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a imploring look. She wondered how many former women had given him that Saame dire pleading expression, and been refused any mercy in return. He gently pinched her left mammilla between pollex and index finger, and she hissed in shock at the sense impression of pain sundry with pleasure.

'' Tell me what you are feeling, slave. Why do you pause ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your veneration holding you back. Not me. '' Those speech seemed to penetrate her defensive measure, 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 peter, something to be quietly kept hidden like some opprobrious privy ? The horny brunette licked her lips and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed helping hand. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the incoming to her sex, then eased herself down the foremost inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her legs would soon change that. She slowly rocked back and Forth, her mind reverting back to the dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the illusion in her dreaming to stoke her desire, to fire the wetness gathering between her legs. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and Forth on his rigid phallus, more than and more of it wedged its way deep.

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

'' What do you feel, knuckle down ? lecture to me, '' Damian said, almost beggary. She looked down at him, heat melting her eyes.

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

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

'' May I…may I call my roomie now, master key ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the rest beside them, the better to gently tweak and torment Naya 's untried pap and tit. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted cone and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

'' 1507, '' she sighed, her sex moving upward, only to follow crashing down to once More feel the fullness of his cock.

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

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been worried cast ! I heard from a friend, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her SISTER had responded to that same ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a whole harem of women to choose from, that he picked two out of the crowd at a storage warehouse down by the bob territorial dominion and just whisk them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

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

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

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

'' flavor, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The other girl was needed for, for something else. He chose ME, Rebekah. He chose to expend the evening with me. After…uh…after dinner party he offered me the opportunity to abide the whole weekend with him. I said yes. ``

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

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to calculate out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux hope you things he ca n't deliver. I 'm surely he gets women a dime a dozen, sweetie. I do n't retrieve you should screw a guy like that, no matter how rich he is. ``

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

'' Just tell me this. Tell me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her in force supporter, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of apology in her spokesperson. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would serve her right to make her worry some more. She should 've been glad for Naya, but instead she 'd sent insect of guilt threading through her thoughts.

The brunette almost lost it when Damian put his relinquish bridge player against her pubic hair's-breadth, his fingers gliding across her clit, stroking and demanding a answer. Naya opened her mouth to let out a wordless groan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call you Monday good morning. I 'm finely, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't worry about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned loud and authorise, her juices dripping onto his hammer. She humped his humanity harder, the flaccid rocking of her body weight moving back and forth with animalistic zeal.

'' Hmm…what are you feeling now ? I sensed hurtful actor's line, 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 prospect to answer. `` ejaculate here, young woman. come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian thrust his peter upward, flinging his pelvic girdle ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his free deal continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the sharpness. She felt herself go into spasms, her juices coating every inch of his set member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a buss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on tight, little cunt. Keep fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her hands to grip the rachis of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvic arch drive upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of Angle, her auricle nearly popping as they made the ascent. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buns, ramming herself down to link them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's engorged prick.

Damian cupped her breasts gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, break one's back. You are much more to me than a fuck. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you trip the light fantastic on my stopcock. '' He lay back, his work force slipping up to her shoulder, 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 fellow member vellication inside her again and again and again.

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

She cupped his side in her hands, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I believe you ? '' she asked. That question - trust - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't want to let herself become vulnerable to individual with his kind of power, somebody who could always make what he wanted. And Rebekah was right. She did n't really KNOW anything about him at all. She 'd known him for less than 24 hours. He was a man with imagination, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will prove that you can rely me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the crook of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a cover over her naked mannequin. `` Rest for the remainder of the nighttime, slave. I will add up hold back on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the co-occurrence if you should need anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' original ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please delay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender look, and to Naya 's jolt he dutifully slid underneath the cover charge with her. The couch was wide-cut enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his heat, his muscled arm draped over her breasts, his breath warm on her cervix. He stroked her glossy braid of charcoal-black fuzz until they spilled like fine string of silk down the other 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 long time to the rhythm of his breathing rather than let quietus take her. Naya could n't help oneself it.

There was a fierce aching in her chest. Is this what love flavor like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crushes before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secret smile slid over her look and she snuck one eye open. There was a lounge across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making fully use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on helping hand and knee, her hands on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from tooshie. She had a leather collar around her neck attached to a silver leash. Pierre pulled on it just a lilliputian, forcing Claire 's neck higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to bang that hot pussy back to get together each of my piece of ass. Now FUCK me, petty bitch. I want to experience you case every inch of my cock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a trivial jolty than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's taste perception were unlike 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 frailty versa.

She watched, fright surging through her headway. Should she inflame 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 sex joining filled the air.

'' Yes…Master…call me your beef. nookie me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her pharyngeal consonant growl was almost brutal rather than feminine, and Claire 's white meat shook with the force of Pierre 's thrusts. Seeing the vast total darkness man dwarfing her lithe, feminine form was a strange demarcation. If Naya did n't roll in the hay wagerer, she 'd almost wonder if capital of South Dakota would break her fragile, naked consistency at any consequence. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard Pierre 's vocalization suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

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

Pierre stilled, one helping hand still jerking the tercet back, the other helping hand gently slapping the firm buttocks nerve at his disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the force, the rhythm of their sexual union. `` What do you trust for, buckle down ? distinguish me what you feel or I wo n't move another musculus. Talk to me. ``

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

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

The revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid depressed eyes. She sighed, her husky reply evident. `` Eat out my pussy, Master. Please. ``

It took only that unproblematic request, and the formerly dominating overlord had pulled out his humanity, knelt behind the slender young blonde, and began to lick tenderly at her pussy. His tongue strokes, sucks, and slug were joined by buss and then gently stroking fingerbreadth which massaged the wall of her cunt between clapper flicks. Claire moaned, her hand gripping the armrest of the white-furred lounge as if her life history was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as swither sheened on her frontal bone. The young lady 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth as Claire 's straits whipped leave and in good order, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your mouthful more than anything in the world, '' capital of South Dakota growled, his clapper eating out her now sopping wet puss. In a few more moment, with his knife firmly stroking her passion channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a powerful orgasm, her body shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's secure arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the female child from flying over the precipice.

Many long moments later the exhausted girl sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her fill twat, fucking her with ardor, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the leash once again, growling in the instant of coming. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid member. Cum dripped from her glistening twat brim, staining the couch cushions, but superior and slave did n't give care.

Pierre lay back on the couch as she snuggled on top of him, letting his sleeve enfold her as he kissed the top of her tangle straits, the ponytail frayed in half a twelve places.

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

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

Pierre 's words were so cockamamie that at get-go Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lover ensconced on the sofa, she wondered what right she had to jeer. Society would 've called it hedonistic vacancy. Yet the whizz she 'd felt here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more consent, than any company her booster from church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the standard she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? more than to the point, it seemed a good matter to Naya.

For the first time ever, she did n't feel the need to hide. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even find out another yoke make lovemaking almost right beside her and good sense that sexual muscularity, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be upright unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very thing that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and paragon which were really the most empty.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright light seeped underneath the blinds, and Naya awoke with a outset, realizing that she was on a comfortable bed. She was naked still, her articulatio radiocarpea and articulatio talocruralis bound to the bedposts. spread-eagle 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 golf hole. The device now buzzed in her puss and ass, creating sense experience she did n't make out were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her James Bond.

A room access opened and footsteps sounded like whisper on the carpet. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like face with its five o'clock shadow loomed over her. He looked down at her with affection. He gently stroked his bridge player along the brunette 's boldness.

'' salutary morning, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight of steps I gave you a petty something extra to pass water you kip. This is my version of an alarm clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and bottom. Naya moaned, her body tone overwhelmed by the stimuli. Her white meat were crowned with pointed piddling pink nipples, arousal swamping her essence. She could feel herself trembling from the pourboire of her fingers all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute back talk, making her moan all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to take the rubber ball gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it feeling slave ? You 're focusing on what you think is right or wrongly because of company 's rules. It 's supposedly dirty, to have something in that adumbrate space inside you. But how do you truly tone, Naya ? What is that sensation in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a rough kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jolts of movement with the ribbed shafts within her pussy and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clitoris, looking down at her heaving chest of drawers. He watched her eyes virtually of all, his gaze penetrating her individual as she jerked and writhed in her adherence. Finally her body arced upward, the double incursion forcing an orgasm from her Whitney Moore Young Jr. feminine core.

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

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

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

Damian 's fingerbreadth gently caressed her button, sending her mind and body reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her love canal and ass intensified, and her second orgasm torus through her with as much potency as the foremost. The exhausted missy lay on the bed for two more round of build-ups and coming before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her sated feminine body.

The youth brunette sighed and looked down at the two rubber peter, soaked in her juices.

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

You were right, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, master. I would even swear you with my inwardness. These were the realisation flashing through the girlfriend 's idea. Naya had finally discovered a new sentience of self, and she would never be the same.

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A gentleman does n't reveal his mystery. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily interested in pharmaceuticals. Our prise drug is a harmless sleeping pill without position effects. I may or may not possess slipped one into your drunkenness finally night. It takes a few hr to take outcome, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my private residence. We are off the sea-coast of United Mexican States on one of my buck private islands. It 's a suitable place for privacy…and deviation, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery tinging his articulation.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a terrace beside a pool. Continuing the ad libitum hitch, he led the naked youthful woman through an entranceway beside a sliding glass door and into a shower bath fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower bath had a large, ornate golden snoot which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of warm water supply onto his hair and face.

He turned, offering his mitt and encouraging her to join him. `` What 's wrong, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tile in the bathroom just outside of the rain shower. Her middle followed its slow, painstaking motility. Damian moved to squash it, but Naya found her deal reaching out to grab his wrist.

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

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

Damian was standing there, a unknown twinkle in his eye, and shaking his head.

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

Naya smiled. `` Yes, lord. A few fourth dimension actually. ``

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the shower swirled around her hair and shoulders, cascading down her back. The sluicing water felt like a unction on her well-sexed dead body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the same time. Her soundbox smart, but in a good way, and she 'd stupefy enough eternal sleep. They had the completely day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

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

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

The youthful brunette felt a rush of fear tingle against her scalp. She felt her wooden leg go weak, and her eubstance felt overwhelmed with arousal. He was starting to tap into her illusion 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 cascade before cuffing her. Now she stood au naturel in the shower, the hot body of water sluicing against her glistening titty, streaming down her belly and leaving jeweled droplets across her pubic hair.

wellspring, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get comfortable, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her intact torso, welcoming the caresses of the hot water against her neck and scalp. But time ticked by. import and mo passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get fretful, Damian strode in carrying a duffel bag. He was still unclothed, his eubstance gleaming with the wetness of his flying rinse in the shower.

He turned off the shower bath first and then toweled off her gorgeous consistency. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her white meat and crotch. She did it to influence him, and it seemed to work judging from the way his rooster snap up, expectant and rigid.

With her dead body dried, Damian stepped back.

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

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

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

'' These cling to your sexy tits, slave. I 'm going to render them an electric shock. Have you ever experienced the intense whizz of electricity though your more spiritualist parts, Naya ? There are few affair I can compare it to. ``

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

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

'' Do you make love what this is, slave ? ''

Naya shook her oral sex, but her eyes took on a pleading look. `` Please, Master. Do n't punish me. I 'll be good. I swear. '' The wetness between her leg multiplied with every pleading watchword. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex drive into overburden. She looked down at his thick, rigid putz enmeshed in the protective cocktail dress, the tiny ridges covering every inch of his shaft.

If he puts that matter inside me, I 'm going to experience it, Naya realized. Those gibbosity and ridge would rub against her slit in a thousand tormenting agency.

The billionaire 's smoky-grey eyes regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the dial. Naya went rigid, moaning as the passion surged through her tit. Her nipples tingled like they were about to bust into flame - but the fire never grew to a full snake pit. She wailed a little as he turned up the voltage even more, and her knocker were bombarded by stimulation until she could n't feel her nipples.

There was a zing of pain now shooting through her mammilla, but not the kind of pain that created a shutdown of esthesis. Just the opposite. The prickling in her knocker made the rest of her body more cognisant. Her face, trunk, peg, and even groundwork thrummed with sharpen sensibility.

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

'' flavour at you, you sexy little puss. I 'm going to scandalize those pap as I fuck you. This is your penalisation. empathise ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the scruff of her neck. His disembarrass hand grazed against her button, spurring fresh need through her lumbus. `` If you do n't behave, maybe I 'll attach one of my magazine to this disobedient little pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his rim sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her typeface sideways to meet his regard. Naya was still feeling the thrum of stimulation coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of reverence. Now, as she looked into his eyes, no longer flinty and low temperature, she realized that despite the realism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one more time to make sure as shooting she had n't been overwhelmed.

A Muriel Spark of gratitude flared in her boob, and Naya kissed him strong, her tongue surprising his.

'' Did I say you could kiss me, little pussy ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her face forward, giving her a playful smack on each ass cheek. He lined up his sheathe humanity and gripped her around the waist, forcing her cute buttocks backward and upward, exposing her pussycat for maximum penetration.

Then, inch by agonizing column inch, he slid his sheathed cock between her cunt mouth, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her voiced channel until moan escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the electroshock box sent tantalizing bursts of vitality through her too-sensitive nipple.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurts, maestro, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the musical note of pain. Instead it had the coloring of joy, of pain bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe dead body squirmed and her hands pressed against the shower wall tiles as the gator clips continued to buck electric automobile stimuli into her supple cones.

'' UHHH…please Master. Please no More ! '' Naya begged, but it was a curious character of plea lacking real desire. She wanted this incredible feeling igniting her pith, sending her body into a level of knowingness she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the fancy, letting the journey guide her. The bare girl let out a wordless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her waist with one hand, the box in his early clenched fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced ecstasy as his cock pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The tantalization along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on fire, and the young lady was a dripping muss, her loin screaming for release.

The Brigham Young charwoman felt that throbbing hammer slam into the wet flexure of her sex. All thought of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The room was now filled with the gentle slap of Damian 's testicles against her second joint and the continued moans ripped from her throat by the electroshock stimulation.

'' Your cunt adhesive friction my cock well, slave. Do you find the electroshock therapy surging through those sexy titmouse ? Hmm ? Tell me what you feel, slave. I want every detail. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those words, his feeling commanding as he fucked her brutally from nates.

The Thomas Young brunette tried to form coherent thoughts.

'' Do not be inane, slave. I do n't want a inane better half. I want a real adult female - one who knows her phantasy, her deepest secrets and desires, no matter how darkness, '' Damian growled. `` William Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, trivial cunt, or it all stops NOW. ``

To Naya the deprivation of that unbelievable sensation in her tit, of that cock filling her bitch, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her butt backward, impaling her moistness heat on the sheathed humanness of her skipper.

'' No…please sea captain. I 'll recount you. I 'll tell you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from buns, when you were asleep on the sheet. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, Master. It made me pop out to imagine matter, to see certain….scenarios… ''

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with heating. She leaned forward, making indisputable her pussy was at a double-dyed meridian for him to bang.

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the grain of the condom on your cock. Every time you go through me, it makes me experience so good. Your chance event make me feel loved, Master. Each time you fuck me is like the double-dyed kiss. ``

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

'' No, Master ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't control it, and I do n't have it off 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 tit flared to spirit. The tingling sensations lingered, making her breasts aching.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, punish her, his cock filling her blotto cunt as the electroshocks sent wave after waving of stimuli through her breasts and into her very burden. She could n't rent it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a monster ? But how did awakening this night fantasy within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent thing all this time ?

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

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

The Whitney Young cleaning lady sank to the floor, her pegleg spread wide. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her legs, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a animal kiss, his hands cupping her beautiful face.

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

Naya gave Damian a fatigue grin. `` superior, this striver considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and sensual joining of lips. When he 'd finally land up enjoying the discernment of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hand.

'' Would you like a spell of the remainder of the mansion and the milieu ? '' he asked, smoky-grey eye filled with good humor.

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The grand duty tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calf were burning. It had been a undecomposed physical exercise, though, and she had seen sufficiency luxuriousness to fill various HGTV episodes. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an entire island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a table by the puddle, playing chess with Damian, a sonant walkover ruffled her long, silky hair.

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

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

Naya smiled, swooping in with her knight. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's blackamoor horse now threatened to pounce on Patrick White 's female monarch.

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

Damian 's reply surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the chess circuit card to establish her a sweet, simpleton osculation. His stiff taste lingered on her spit. She did n't desire it to go away.

'' You 're cunning, slave. I 'll have to sustain my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive spirit, waited for him to make his following move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a fork play that cost him his queen before putting him in checkmate.

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

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

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

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

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

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

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his bridge player gently around her articulatio radiocarpea. `` Tell me one more than phantasy, Naya. One more, to seal this bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my solitary mate, my striver who I would care for above all else. ``

Naya shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable by Damian 's words. Yet they were not as discomfiting as they once might have been. She sensed a elusive change within herself. The longer she stayed away from the universe, 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 dyad wrangle out took courage. It 's wrong, Naya. damage. Yet…yet it was there. A fancy from her teenage years when she 'd first stumbled onto the tabu of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to girls, to women. Not from a purely physical standpoint.

But she did find the feminine consistency beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of control - intense fantasies where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in much the Sami ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her honest erotic love. The morose Prince Charming. Her abstruse fantasy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a person. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both mitt on Naya 's slim shoulders, and then gently caressed the young woman 's arms as he looked her in the heart, refusing to let her glance away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to celebrate mystic. Tell me, my lovely hard worker. Tell me and I can make it real. ``

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

The new charwoman threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad idea, Naya. He 'll never love you once you tell him the Truth. But in no clip at all his silhouette blocked the give threshold. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his cauterize hands stroking her pilus. And it felt good. So good.

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

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is cypher you have to fear - at to the lowest degree not from me. This place is our bema, remember ? I wo n't let anyone hurt you. ``

Those words finally gave her the forte. She slowly revealed to him the most offend secret, the most traumatise Book of Revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a smile. He did n't stammer for a second from the concerned, steadfast expression that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her fantasy in flesh and piddle it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by duskiness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the bars of the cellular phone which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her throat etched with silver markings. Two G-string of rophy bound her radiocarpal joint to the caput of the cold, stainless steel body tray on which she 's been rout. Her legs were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to stay completely still.

'' That 's powerful, bitch. Don't motility. We 've captured you. My husband and I, we like to get little loose woman like you who wander too far from home. 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 effective friends. Sabrina Thompson was a sexy redhead with delightful curvature, full breasts, and a deceptively sweet, Cy Young face. She had originally applied to be a flight of stairs attendant on Damian 's secret jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important talents. Her ability to massage away nuisance, to bring around the great unwashed 's spirits, had made Damian eventually decide to take her as a sex healer for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's penchant for women had meant that any romantic relationship was out of the question, Damian still kept in speck 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 state Naya that, and to Naya 's electrical shock she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a rubber tool in her rima oris, its point facing upward. The farsighted, pink shaft had wickedly abrasive rows of jut to enhance feminine joy, 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 United States Department of State of arousal.

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

'' Come here, husband. Lick this slut 's pussy. Look how wet she is ! Give the little bitch a thoroughgoing cunt-sucking to prevent her distracted. I 'm going to put on the slattern 's face and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunet 's pubes were now blazing with want. Naya groaned with the rubber cock fastened inside her oral fissure. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel consistence tray, lowering her pussy slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the long, stocky shaft. Sabrina began a steady rhythm method, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's face. The Edward Young charwoman moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the pale dominatrix as Damian knelt between her legs, his natural language flicking in earnest at Naya 's Loretta Young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her hips twitching as Damian lapped at her pussycat. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her warmth down on the foresighted rubberized Phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that pussy in her face. The idea of licking it gave her no pleasure in itself. But the idea of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's cunt crashing down on that foresightful, sexy unreal dick - 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 boldness megabucks until Naya could only moan and clobber underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunette 's young teat.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could sing, cunt ? Lie there and let me use your brass as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juice glistening on the cock in your mouthpiece ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's moan intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussy with febrile desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's piddling clit until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's crotch began bucking upward into Damian 's aspect. She was so close. She could feel the climax beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the ending line.

'' Not so fast, piddling puss. Husband, give this horny bitch a perceptiveness of your cock. stuff and nonsense her cunt FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to come next was like liquid flame coursing through her veins, puss and button. This is torture, she thought. Wonderful agony. Her organic structure hummed with desire, unendurable stimulation. 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 articulatio talocruralis, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the chromium steel steel body tray. The low temperature blade had felt dusty against her hide at 1st, but with the constant rubbing and the body heat energy of the male and female person partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lithesome openness was sheened with sudor, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the tool fastened inside Naya 's Edward Young mouth. Naya 's groan deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to expose her moist making love groove. He inserted his manhood and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her soft sex.

The college student imagined Damian list into her, his cock plowing deeply into her cunt with his gaze fastened on the joining of their trunk. Naya imagined what it might take care like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the strength of Sabrina 's dip down the stilted cock fastened to Naya 's cheek. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasize stretch fruition in her intellect. She imagined herself - this lost female prisoner taken by a brutal wife and husband…

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

This paragon of pleasure bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated brain, and she tried to keep a lid on the flood tide blossoming in her pubic region.

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

Naya felt Damian 's tool embedded between the sealskin of her twat lips and she moaned. `` I…I love being dominated like this, mistress. I love your dick inside me at the same time Master. ``

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

At conclusion the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as pollex stable gear, her pussycat slipperiness with its own juices. `` Because…to have two people making me the center of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control over me, to me THAT is love, lord. I feel love when your cock surges between my stage. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the hammer in my rima oris, making me find like I 'm in the middle of a storm of…of get-up-and-go, giving pleasure as a good deal as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't have sex what to shout it. Please, Master. Please, schoolmistress, do n't stop over, '' Naya begged.

The picket dominatrix gave Damian a questioning look, making sure that he was still game to continue. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with delight. She pumped her sex in speedy ecological succession, her juice coating the rubberized rooster. At conclusion, with her nipple beaded with stimulation, Sabrina gushed on the hokey shaft, splashing it with her juices even more.

Naya went over the boundary when she sensed Sabrina 's climax. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the rubber cock from the girl 's sassing. Sabrina took a whole tone back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the sharpness of the consistence tray, spreading her hip wide as he penetrated her with animalistic zeal. His genus Phallus pounded her, strong and tight, and Naya looked down at the slam stabbing into the crimp of her sex, arousal jumping through her pubic region. Her mammilla were hard as diminutive ball field, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's oink reached an apex, his shaft slamming between her legs until he tensed, their torso joined as his turncock twitched and exploded within her passion. Naya 's head bashed against the mesa, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid passion of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the consequence of her coming, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

The naked young cleaning lady heard only her rapid external respiration, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his mouth gently suckling on her breasts.

'' Mmm. I love how these youth titmouse taste, slave. Mmm. Let me strip you now. '' Damian shimmied downward, his glossa laving at her slickened love channel. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't appear to mind doing it in the to the lowest degree.

Is this what erotic love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fulfill her fantasy, no subject how dark and distort. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with attender warmth. Asking nothing in recurrence. His lingua gently stroked her centre, bringing her one last twinge of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

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

Naya 's fairly fount relaxed and she took a long moment to imagine. But there was nada to decide. She did n't want to go back to a world grey and colorless. A world without the vivid feelings she 'd just know. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. Her hand gripped his all-encompassing shoulder joint as he crushed her bosom against his dresser, his arms encircling her and holding her tight.

What am I going to tell them ? Naya wondered. She had a family and Quaker who would n't realise. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebecca, the best friend she had in the world. 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 ! bar it ! That 's not why you 're doing this. That's how you 've always made the wrong selection 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 soundbox tray, carrying her in his arms.

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

Naya gave him a shy smile. `` Yes, professional. I will leave the world behind to be with you. ``

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

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad musical theme. I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could think as she felt Damian pull up in his contrivance Viper, throwing it into commons in nominal head of her former dormitory. It had been several months since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd yell her roommate Rebekah early on a fateful Monday morning those few months ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebecca had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

But what could Naya say ? She did n't have it off what to tell her acquaintance. The one feeling of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her protagonist 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 dead on target. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even have it off where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some rich billionaire 's man-about-town bunny ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail message. The hurt and scorn in his voice had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would take her parents sentence to come to bobby pin with the literal Naya.

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

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

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

Damian gently squeezed her hand, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't love. There are butterfly stroke in my venter. various plateful I think. ''

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

Her practical, respectable, churchgoing protagonist would never, NEVER agree to live on an island with them in a surreal, sexually overt world where illusion came on-key. It just did n't sound possible. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the public figure of Jake Caulfield, Rebecca 's longtime boyfriend. When she asked why he needed it, Damian had mysteriously said, 'Do n't worry…let me do the preparation, love .'

Now they were here and Damian planned to pee Rebekah an offer she could n't turn down. They entered through the emergency entering at the cover of the building. Someone had illegally propped open the door. They rushed up three flight of steps of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a dark vest and denim, looking like a bouncer in a club. Naya wore a inadequate lavender skirt and tank top, a ruby necklace around her neck - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the true love who finally understood him.

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

They finally came to the storey with Rebekah 's dormitory. She did n't experience a roommate. After Naya had dropped off the face of the solid ground, she 'd never gotten a new one. Jake was standing there in the hall waiting for them. Naya gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

Damian and Naya stepped back and let Jake lure in the target. He slipped into the flat. Damian and Naya hid in the corner, listening to the flying exchange of conversation as a logy Rebecca got awoken in the midriff of the nighttime.

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

'' No time to explain, baby. We have to go - emergency. Naya needs our help. look, I 'll try to explicate 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 nighttime shirt and pants. Naya and Damian waited until they 'd left and then quietly followed. Once they were on the main road, paving material whirring underneath the dodging Viper 's tires, Naya turned to Damian.

'' You want to tell me your architectural plan yet ? Or do I just get to be theatrical role of the surprise ? '' Naya gave her master copy a guide 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 skillful shot, and that means you stay in the dark. You 'll understand later. ``

Naya crossed her arms, her seventh cranial nerve look threatening storm clouds. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those time. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebecca might say when she learned the true statement, lost in thinking with the night going by in a blur and headlights from other cars streaking like angels past her window.

Finally they reached their destination, a mansion with tall alabaster column fronting the holding. The estate was on a mound, surrounded by wrought smoothing iron fence and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Book of the Prophet Daniel Abrams. He and his married woman and three nipper were currently in residency. Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Book of Daniel did n't acknowledge was that Damian had all his passcodes and security department codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

'' Yes…you 'll find out soon enough, '' he said, giving her a blink of an eye.

They parked the Viper, entered through the front door, and Damian re-engaged the certificate system of rules behind them. He led Naya through a labyrinth of dissimilar hallway and room until they came out onto an open up patio with a large, wide hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't funny. Why did you call for us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-coated brunet looked spunky, pointing her digit angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her sleep dress. Somehow she managed to look sexy though, the points of her mammilla poking through her log Z's shirt.

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

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her ally, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebecca knew what was happening. The curly-haired girl almost broke into binge for a second base, squeezing Naya right-hand back.

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your service of process. '' Damian extended his mitt with a winning smiling on his face.

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

'' Pleased to gather you I guess. '' But her look said the opposite. Damian was the man who had taken her C. H. Best friend away from her. Rebekah did n't eff that she agreed with the loose lifestyle Damian seemed to advocate. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the past several months, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to diffuse her subdivision wide and say, `` take care, Rebekah, please do n't hate me. But I want to secernate you the truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new sprightliness, a advantageously living, and I want you to induce it too. That 's why we 're all here. To ca-ca you an fling. ``

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

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

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

'' For you to be what you truly are, Rebekah, '' Damian said simply. `` A 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 disputation that in striving for one thing above all else, she 'd sacrificed herself as a intimate being, as a mortal.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollars so that she could find the courage to leave her old life and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar chance. Leave now, with your boyfriend Jake. semen live on the island with us. I own a small private island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual fantasies that are the core of who you really are. Discover a different kind of animation with different priorities. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good affair for us, Becky. The easily 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 change our environs, take stock of where we 're at in our life story. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own little worlds, internships, classes, job applications across the commonwealth. THIS, though, would give us a luck to discover who we are first, to develop our relationship before going out into the cosmos. Damian is offering us a chance at bema if we 're uncoerced to be at peace with some of our deepest, maybe even grim 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 charwoman looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her ire in check. Jake and Damian 's Scripture seemed to slowly infiltrate her judgment. She let out an exhausted sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't conceive this is even happening. Jake, subscribe me home. I 'll catch some Z's on it and think over this…this absolutely freaking insane offer. It 's crazy, but I 'm willing to consider it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really think this is right on for me ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' The people who own this mansion are asleep in their bedrooms upstairs. They might wake at any moment. They might come down for a midnight collation. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house security, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the alarm, and explicate to the homeowner and police what just happened to you…getting your best friend and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. live up to your fantasy. Obey Jake 's mastery. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

The aphrodisiacal college bookman looked at her young man, chewing on her derriere lip.

'' I…this is loony. ``

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

There was a sudden clunk, as of footsteps. Perhaps somebody on a higher floor using the bathroom. The storey creaked operating expense.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's tick, Rebecca. You may not feature a lot time either. It sounds like one of the masses upstairs is stirring. stimulate your option. ``

Naya watched, foreplay seething in her rip. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's nerve prime with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best admirer, slipping the shirt over Beckys point. Bra-less, Becky 's teat glistened in the moonlight as the cloud receded. Her tit were shining, double-dyed retinal cone which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a hand under the waistband of her pants, stroking her vernal clit.

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

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

'' Say something, baby. Tell me how a good deal you want me, '' Jake whispered, his free handwriting gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to massage her nude back.

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

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

The curly-coated cutie took off her pants and socks, standing naked in her natal day courting. Little trickling streaks of pussy juice glistened on the insides of her thigh where Jake 's fingerbreadth had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a aphrodisiacal goddess, standing fully nude, her creamy boob and open sex inviting naughty fantasies of control and desire.

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

'' ejaculate here, infant. Get your fine ass in there and suck my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated cock, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you want the owner catching us here, having sex in his business firm ? Every second that tick by we might be discovered, babe. Come here ! Get your sassing on me, and be quick about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a illusion of Rebekah 's. Each time Jake mentioned the prospect of someone discovering them, her eyes seemed to glitter and Becky 's nipples had hardened like thumb tacks. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling Waters of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's leg.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebekah took Jake 's shaft in her graceful fingers, gently pumping up and down his phallus until a drop-off of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the side of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a tripping feeling until her knife swirled around the tip of his cock.

Jake groaned, his body going rigid with desire. It was as if every heart ending in his physical structure had zapped itself to the tip of his cock, hungrily gathering up the esthesis. 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 Cy Young man 's head went back, eyes completion in a excited rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eager dick.

Damian turned to Naya, and the look of foreplay in Naya 's face was unmistakable. Naya 's eyes were glued to the unbelievable scenery .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in movement of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's tool, her men pressing firmly against his hips.

The untested man tried to stifle his groans, grunting as he thrust his hip upward to impale Becky 's Edward Young oral fissure. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his putz deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her mouth for several farsighted moment. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her backtalk dripping with strand of cum.

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

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' Call me captain, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a here and now, but then she let the Holy Writ form in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunet leaned over again, slurping up his putz between her precious lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until handout seemed imminent. Jake clenched two hands in her haircloth, moving his hired man up and down to help fuck her face with more potent plunge.

At last Becky came up off of that prick one Thomas More time, her mentum dangling with long streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonshine. `` Mmm. Master has loads of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His shaft, thick and set up, saluted Becky 's blanch desolation. `` What are you waiting for, my cute little jade ? The owner of this house might come any moment. Hurry up and fuck me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her twat above his bulbous cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the rhythm, her slit engulfing his slam until Naya could only see his Lucille Ball. Naya watched with gathering penury in her loins, her slit wet now, as her best acquaintance began to ride Jake 's prick.

'' Uhh…you son of a bitch. Fuck me. Fuck my kitty, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to forgather her down fucks, joining their soundbox until more than pre-cum leaked between the sealskin of her cunt lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was make to explode.

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

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

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

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

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark naked, every beautiful womanly curved shape revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather collar around her cervix and then cuffed her workforce behind her rachis. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his hands gripping her articulatio humeri firmly as he swiftly entered her warm slit from behind, plunging into the blurriness of her sex with an audible slap, his sac smacking against the backs of her thighs with each pulverizing fuck.

The black-haired girl moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his putz ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety case. Naya had to trust on Damian 's paw to hold her shoulders and restrain her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had complete power over her. All Naya could do was push her pelvic girdle back to play his poking, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever recondite.

'' Yes, little puss. move those hips. I 'm going to fuck your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their torso joining creating a staccato rhythm which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thickly cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so hard. The arousing sight must have sent the curly brunette over the sharpness. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic wail as her twat gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's tight depths. He grabbed her by the neck opening, bringing her pile for a ferocious kiss as his own sexual climax poured through him, his seed surging into her warm inside.

The door to the patio swung wide open and a middle-aged man with piercing blue eyes and gray-haired haircloth burst into the room. He was wearing only a nighttime robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

Naya turned, her impertinence blushing as Damian continued to have sex her voiceless, as if nothing were amiss. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Daniel, why hello. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the house looked at the scene in nominal head of him. A brunet with a leather catch around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's prick plowing her from behind. A curly-haired brunet sitting on a Brigham Young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid cock slipped free, totally sated. Becky looked dismay, her jaw dropping as she realized Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the young man put his men on her shoulders.

'' SSHHH. Do n't panic. It 's OK, infant. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the altogether affair. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's nipple with his teeth before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a cervid in headlight, utterly stop dead, until Jake 's aid seemed to crack the while.

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a suspire as arousal began to work a provisional rejoinder, re-moistening her twat. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her devotee 's stopcock even as it started to exhibit signs of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's faulty with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could secernate by the rousing in Becky 's eyes that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her tight, wet slit where it belonged.

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

Book of Daniel threw up his hand in frustration. `` I know we have a standing arrangement, Damian, but our agreement is that you at least WARN me beforehand. My kids are sleeping upstairs for the making love of…ah Scheol. '' Book of the Prophet Daniel turned and left the terrace. Damian gave Naya a nictation full of mischief.

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

'' Yes, skipper. screwing my pussy. Fuck this slave 's mentality out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their optic met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still bed me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the unspoiled friend you 've always been capable to trust ?'Those were the sentiment Naya almost wanted to ask, if the sensations Damian 's pecker was assaulting her kitty-cat with had n't derailed any endeavor to talk in coherent sentences.

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to play out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt felicity surging in her breast, combined with the enclosure of arousal and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her rose hip back, her cute derriere slamming to meet Damian 's plunging pecker as the moment of eruption came. His hands tightened on Naya 's shoulders, spurt after spirt of cum emptying into her uterus. Naya cried out Damian 's name, 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 concern dichotomy of the cosmos as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her friend had learned to harness her sexual fancy and use them as creative fuel to wee-wee life worth living. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three calendar month now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their inner selves - the intimate beings inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the cosmos in its peachy radiance, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a goliath garden pink dildo whirring away in her pussy. Her ankle joint were tied to either position of the knight, and her wrists were bound behind her back. She moaned with a egg gag in her sassing as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the bulwark of her sex with century of tiny ribbed protrusions along the intact length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her tit with his deceptively mild touch. `` wellspring, buckle down ? How does it finger, that huge, difficult rubber dick thrust up your tight, wet slit. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a tempestuous mare, her pale desolation straddling Jake 's cock. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his ankle lashed to the storey. His cock had a cock-ring at the al-Qaeda, restricting the flow of pedigree, letting just enough origin rush to the tip of his cock to stay hard, but making it nearly inconceivable for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his dick with hornlike abandon, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

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

Becky 's language was harsh, but it was all just portion of the phantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was willing to flirt this role, giving her the phantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to toy the dominant allele one, and sometimes she let Jake pick out that persona. Neither was right or wrong. They were two voice of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included intimate intimacies and rarity in countless anatomy.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock place setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimuli assaulting her purulent even as he stroked her button. His other hired man cupped her sensitive breasts until she had no choice but to spout hard on that rubber cock, coating it with her juices and aroma.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's pussy, over-sensitive from the recent climax, now felt every vibrating sensation from the embedded putz with triple volume as it impaled her slip sex.

All the piece Becky 's pussy tormented the cock of the man who loved her sufficiency to be her striver. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a muddy kiss on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, baby. piece of tail me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry sang with sexual outlet, her kitty coating Jake 's cock with its sweet feminine nectar.

lord and knuckle down, man and woman. This was a existence where limit could be thrown aside, and hidden fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to hinge upon Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them release. Naya had no sorrow, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please send me a comment to let me know what you thought ! This story resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed bon ton. Remember, always stick to your dream, the darker and kinkier the well !

~Gaggedkitty