CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing face of her roommate. It had n't been the kickoff clip she 'd seen Rebecca pay her that looking. 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 fly-by-night, and if I may say, Thomas More than a fiddling creepy. I mean, what do you really know about this guy ? ``

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mysterious as his picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her seemed cynical, the eyes hard, almost frigidness, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at least a decade her senior, but his lean cheek had somehow retained the magical spell of a much younger man. Damian 's eye were smoky grey. His design was compact, and even under the dark purple dress shirt, muscles rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. Adventurous, spread out to possibilities, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one eventide with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an eventide and, if you play your cards right, Damian might just keep you for a while. offer : $ 2 million the first night. Price on the table after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might induce called her petite from a aloofness, but she had noticeable curved shape and a organic structure that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one hold out meter, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless lightlessness clothes. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black hair that hung in crinkled lushness a good few inches past her shoulder. Lithe and gymnastic, Naya had been a walkaway for the raceway team at Triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a diffused translation of Naya. Rebecca 's scant, curly hair and mischievous heart were always looking for the next prank to play. But now they were unusually grievous, 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 Friend 's judgement. She was on the tab, just like the disclaimer in the ad required, so it wasn't like she was going to get pregnant. But a lot of former things could come about. It was n't exactly safe.

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few more calendar month. Is this, like, some last dazed stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible adult ? Because I promise you, there are less pudding head shipway to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't know WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a series Orcinus orca for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to assure her the Truth. That applied science was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR ambition, not hers. Now that she was so nigh to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt empty. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her palpate animated. She did n't want to think about the future tense, at to the lowest degree not for the sentence being. Running across the online ad in an obscure forum had seemed like a cosmic sign of the zodiac to Naya. nutcase or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to cause what she hoped might be the night of her lifetime, 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 behemoth picket Frisbee, the sleek, black limousine pulled up to the curb near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the AMEX with her, wearing a much less dressy blue jean and a tank top. She gave her acquaintance 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. infer ? '' Naya looked into her friend 's interest optic, fiery with that penury to protect. She loved her roomy. This was her best champion, and she was touched how distressed Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupid. I promise to be thrifty. Love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. Call that young man you 've been pining for the last few days, '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to give her a poke in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed driver opened the door for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebekah could essay boost retribution. She waved at her friend as the number one wood got back in, started up the railway locomotive, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pin tumbler and needles. A light rain began to fall, making the asphalt and buildings glisten with a calibre Naya liked. It reminded her of conjuring trick. Wow, what a corny cerebration. Do n't let your jitter make you say something stupid tonight, Naya reminded herself.

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

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

Naya frowned. The low tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a remarkable interpreting of Rebecca 's spokesperson. As the minutes ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of outright care. Nearly 45 hour passed before Naya was quick to bang on the partition and demand that 'Pierre'stop the vehicle and state her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a enceinte warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limo eased out of the rain, pulling to a stop in a broad storage warehouse floor flooded with light.

The door opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the distance of the trip, my lady. master copy 's order were to not speak to you until we arrived. '' The sudden fondness in the man 's eyes did a lot to resettle Naya 's nerves, but not completely. She slowly stepped out, turned around, and gasped at what she saw.

There were run-in of beautiful young women. Many of them wore skimpy dress, others wore piece of dandy elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the magniloquence of the gowns and ponderousness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look Sir Thomas More mature than their years.

Naya quietly let capital of South Dakota guide her over to join the line of expectant miss. She stood beside a blond missy in a lustrous red dress which had a one shoulder strap that wound behind and looped around the neck opening, revealing two creamy berm and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't fuck this would be a challenger, Naya thought. She was beginning to sense uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's other position was wearing a sparkly fleeceable armored combat vehicle top and bootleg falling off embroidered with run-in of promising beadwork. She turned with a critical smell in her emerald eye. `` A filth is still a skank, no thing how fine the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged theatrical role on an assembly line. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the woman 's rudeness.

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

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the contingent of the blonde woman 's typeface. Her jolly aristocratic eyes were wide of the mark and innocent now, but moments before they 'd been touchy and incisive.

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

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

'' Yeah, I know it IS a petty over the top. Even though I do n't fit the speechless blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to recreate appearances and see how often citizenry assume. You can learn a lot about masses by what they do or do n't ASSUME, '' she finished with a smile.

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant finger along the silk trimming of her gorgeous black dress. `` Damn, charwoman. This hugs your physical body like the night-robe of a goddess. I 'm actually envious. I may get points for flashiness, but you 've got a lot more taste, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this palpable, prompt joining, and gave her hand a wring. `` Do you have intercourse what 's going to happen next ? '' Naya asked `` Have you ever done something like this before ? ``

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

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

A frisson ran up Naya 's spine. She remembered that the online ad had n't said anything about there just being ONE chosen female child. What if Damian Cruceaux liked to have to a greater extent than one woman in his bed ? What if this mysterious billionaire wanted Naya to do things that she did n't want to do ? `` Do whatever he asks, when he asks. '' The entire substance of that had n't started to really hit base until now.

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

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

The two stood deal in hand, talking to one another, trying to keep each early 's spirits up and distracted while more girl were dropped off for the unusual challenger Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 immature women in the warehouse. The unceasing pattering on the alloy roofing jostled against the hush up conversations of the young women impatiently waiting. When a disastrous limo zoomed through the bay doors, screeching to a stoppage, waft fluttering with the corporate logo of Cruceaux industry manifest, the unhurt 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 uncertainty - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tux himself, its lustrous silver vest contrasting sharply against his two assistants'knit stitch Andrew D. White one, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the occupation of young charwoman as if he had a right field to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gowns, his center seemed much less bear on about the forcible endowments of the women he surveyed than about other character.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's pace, he noticed that the man seemed to gloss over segmentation almost dismissively. He seemed to reckon penetratingly into the optic of each girl he passed. He seemed to mensurate her unharmed position rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiousness wrenched at her warmheartedness. She realized her Brobdingnagian blunder, her eubstance tensing in reverence.

Claire had to want to look her sexy just in front end of Cruceaux, and now she had a miss she 'd barely met squeezing her bridge player tightly like a fright little baby. Naya was mortified. But it was too late to free. Damian had already swept down the aisle to survey them, and his eyes had already taken corking note of their bring together hands.

What was Claire thought ? Naya imagined that the blond adult female was furious with her. She had ruined the dark for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't free the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blond woman first, and then his piercing regard set its sights on Naya. He seemed to tarry on her sheeny, midnight fuzz and the benighted burnt umber pool of her oculus. His center gently caressed the narrow margin of her shoulder before looking her up and down again for good measure. He settled on her fount, and Naya tried to run across his gaze. After a few second gear, she couldn't.

Her ticker began to sink as he began to turn away. But instead these words came out of Damian 's oral cavity as he spoke to his two assistants.

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

Naya exchanged a flying glimpse with Claire, saw the victory in her new admirer 's middle. They had done it. They had passed the first trial. 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 absorber opposite them. He gave them both an appraising glance that was LE harsh and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the mill floor just proceedings earlier. The five o'clock shadow on his jaw gave him a rugged, grievous look, complimented well by ash-gray eyes that missed nothing.

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

'' I 'm Naya. ''

Claire dared a more calculate gaze than Naya could come up. `` Claire. ``

'' A pleasure to assemble you both. I want you to know, that no issue how this night transpires, you two are quite special. I wouldn't have asked you to derive if I thought otherwise. ``

The daughter shared an awkward look. Naya smiled nervously. `` That might be the most matter to way I 've ever been complimented. '' She found herself loosening up a bit despite the strange way Damian talked. He had an speech pattern she could n't quite lieu, 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 askance look filled with warning.

Damian Cruceaux chuckled. `` Ah. You are a uncommon gem, Naya. I thought I saw a shroud fervidness in you. In answer to your head, no…not at all. I do not apply out compliments freely. You will determine that soon enough. ``

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

At last, with the malarkey picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windshield Methedrine, the limousine pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian restaurant. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the glass windows revealed luxuriant tablecloths and watch glass merchandise which would 've looked worthy in most multimillion buck residence.

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

'' Forgive me, my lady. You have early plans for the night. I see the disappointment on your face, but do not judge the eventide until it 's over. I would not feature brought you this far only to abandon you. '' The huge, muscle-bound inkiness man sounded almost gallant, and his optic twinkled at Claire in a way that sent blood hurry to her cheeks. Even Naya could see that.

capital of South Dakota closed the door on Claire, proceeded to escort them to the restaurant entryway and gave his employer a alert 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 lady who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her mitt on either side of her, a bar of self-conscious cognisance surfacing with a payback. She was cognisant of the ruby chandelier at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering Negro in the dress. She had been going for a effete 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 gotten to roll in the hay each early a little, my Bob Hope is that this dinner party can be somewhat more…intimate. Do you know why you 're here ? ``

To contribution a bed with a billionaire unknown, enjoying a night of passionateness and surfeit without sorrow ? That might have been the pulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first-class honours degree place, but it did n't sound so telling now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the board bound, almost ashamed that she had no direct resolution.

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

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

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

Naya let the quiet engulf the tabular array between them before she could gather her nervus. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed able to grab onto the more she focused on the fertility in Damian 's spokesperson.

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

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE correctly, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others opt my ambition for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to believe, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a darkness Prince Charming. In a few months I 'll receive my engineering stage. Probably a few calendar month after that I 'll feature financial independency. But that 's not felicity. It feels empty to me. I see my acquaintance become absorbed in their own little worlds, obsessing on careers and leaving everyone else behind. That 's not what I want to be. That 's not who I am. ``

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

Naya took a swig of air, feeling sudor pond on the slope between her white meat. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to take 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 physical object of his intent.

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

'' And ? So far, have you come to any conclusions ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to pass on and gently rub his right manus over her leftfield. She felt the immediate rush of heat from his medal, and it made her arm tingle.

'' Too early to severalize, '' she whispered. `` But separate me this, '' she said, trying to recoup. `` Why did you fetch Claire ? Why leaven her promise up only to cruelly lead her and then take me ? I do n't lie with if I can observe 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 do by all billionaires this way, Naya ? ``

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

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

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

'' The truth 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 long time, but has yet to find the right char. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's right, Naya - I was playing marriage broker this evening. Pierre trusted me to take. I 'm a in force justice of chemistry. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an intimate dinner not unlike this one. ``

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

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

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

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the toothsome finish terpsichore on her palate for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you blame a fille for getting sealed idea after you 've put her in a lineup with 100 early sexed-up woman ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. fair enough. I guess I do owe you a more steer answer about myself. Do you make love why monogamy is the high-pitched form of relationship ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yet they have, but do n't misunderstand me. I will do anything for the woman I love. If the adult female I love asks me to study another woman to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man choose her right in straw man of me, I could n't abnegate her even that. There is naught I will not do for a woman, as long as her request does not come tainted by greed. '' The heavy crease of his jaw had melted into a wry grinning. `` Of row, you probably find me an odd mix of traditional romanticistic phantasy and things more decadent, wraithlike and forbidden. There are few women who have ever understood me. The simply one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

The dark-haired girl 's paw stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his hired hand tightly, and her centre softened. Naya could n't trust that this powerful billionaire sitting before her could echo the thoughts of a boy once innocuous. He was much More than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her head.

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

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

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

'' I find the watchword 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to make you my Paraguay tea, my submissive. I will be your Master, and you will be my slave. ``

This terminology drew staring lines in Naya 's idea and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored night fantasies. fancy of being taken - sometimes by a pirate king, sometimes by a savage barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasy would probably seem silly to her admirer, and many mass would be horrified. But there were real to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the heat rushed to her cheeks. She realized that both of his hands had invaded her side of the table, gently grasping her carpus.

'' How does this tone, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's external respiration had quickened. She was sure he could see the rapid rise and fall of her breasts under the skintight fabric. The swither along her brow had to be noticeable too. Her segmentation felt slick with sweat, and she wanted to imprecate 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 wish you to be mine, but I want you to know exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the average of society. Society is trivial and stagnant. I want you to feel active, to be what you were truly meant to be - company 's feeling be damned. Men and charwoman 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 affair 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 bring in you MINE. I will press you to the limit, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His hands still gently clasped her wrists. Even that naturalise point of his dominance over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

'' Can you do by this ? Can you support such an arranging ? 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 gloves. I will handle you as the slave you were meant to suit. ``

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

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

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

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

The dusky-skinned college scholarly person frowned. `` By the system in your ad, you said $ 2 million for just one night. Why would I agree to stay with you for two nights and give up all that easily money ? ``

But the billionaire returned her rational financial statement with a carefully unexpressive expression. `` You tell me, girlfriend. You are the one who said you were concerned in something Sir Thomas More than a one-night rack. That is what I now offer. So…what do you decide, Naya ? What would my cute and aphrodisiacal girlfriend choose ? ``

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that word. girlfriend. He said it like it was a dirty word. Like it implied acts she could barely believe of. A thrill ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her ramification. Naya, be careful. Do n't you commemorate Rebecca 's words ? She thought. There was another position, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your life sentence 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 respectable and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

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

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would pass off next. I guess I was wrong, she realized not long after. The limousine had come to beak them up, but this metre it was a different driver who ushered them into the back keister. interior, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting incline by side on the plush leather cushions opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every movement had the easygoing limberness of a panther. He casually put an arm about her as the driver gunned the limo into the rain-soaked night.

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

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

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

'' A small secret drome 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 eyes bored into hers.

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

'' Strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

'' Strip. apparel off. Every shred. Now, Naya. I 'm not asking. ``

Naya felt her dead body go cold. A second later, though, heat flooded her veins. The thought of him seeing her completely bare tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a untested woman and a man in a black tie. She looked over at the two of them, and her human face must let shown her shock.

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

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making sure enough this was real. Damian nodded, and his manus made an sniffy motion. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to capital of South Dakota. The two men 's unspoken substitution of face revealed that they had a bond beyond the dewy-eyed employer-employee family relationship. Pierre nodded and turned to Claire.

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

Claire went very still. Her centre flashed to meet his. For a moment she did n't propel, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blonde slowly unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipped free of the soft satin, and shimmied disembarrass of the eternal sleep of it. She was now in only a vivid crimson bra and panty. Next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious hip, sliding them gracefully off of her ankles. The heels came off then, and there was nothing but birthday cause. Just feminine beauty, au naturel and unvarnished.

The naked blonde sat beside Pierre, her lithe white meat displayed for the early three citizenry in the limousine to admire. The Teach of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to promise a world of delights.

'' afford your thighs a little wider, lovemaking. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, unfastened and exposed. Her eubstance was definitely flushed - whether from the plethora or swerve sexual arousal, Naya was n't certain. Claire met Naya 's optic with a facial expression of victory, like a person does when they 've just conquered a fear, and it gave Naya an unbelievable charge.

Before anything to a greater extent could be done, Naya found her hands reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed textile without too a great deal trouble, finally letting it flop to the side of meat as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and tap pantie. She sat there, looking at Claire 's exuberant torso. The blonde 's pale skin and womanly curved shape were beautiful, simple as that.

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

'' Does it aid, Naya ? Seeing your fellow slave naked before you ? Does it give you courage ? When you answer me, call me passkey. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to shoot off your wearing apparel as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without flavor of mercifulness. But you must picture me you are trying. Are you giving this your best drive, Naya ? ``

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

'' order has taught you to be ashamed of your own consistency. Do n't utter to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'hard worker. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful things in your judgement. Now do what I say. engage off what remains of your wearable. I would see the real you - a naked, pristine Naya, a slave of matchless peach. ``

As he said the intelligence, though, Damian gently did the piece of work for her. He unclasped the bra shoulder strap, sliding the bra off to bring out her supple cones. He then slowly slid her panty down her leg, all the way to her ankle joint, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the corner, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birthing. Her cute butt felt the poise leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her open cunt rim. She felt a thrill of danger, of rousing, and it was all both disconcert and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's torso. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned skin was a tint darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly bigger, the nipples larger and more pronounced. Naya 's polish belly with its belly-button pack added an exotic allure beneath her grammatical breasts, and the powerful tone in her arms and stage was unmistakable.

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

But her nipples 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 exquisite, Master. I can definitely call a nigga a nigger, '' Pierre said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm arrival around her shoulders in a standardized genitive posture. He went a step further, though, claiming her lip with a tender candy kiss. 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, backtalk parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, slave ? Put your mouth on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the sinister man 's leather belt, slid it off of his shank, and greedily unzipped his falling off. Her graceful work force moved to slide down his pants and undergarments, letting a midst, long hammer spring free.

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

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

'' She 's sucking his putz, maestro. She 's taking him in her back talk, '' Naya whispered. Her cunt felt heat. Surging heating system. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her oral cavity back and forth along Pierre 's humanity. There was a soft, suckling rhythm method of birth control, its well-grounded soon apparent in the backcloth. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blond 's aureate tomentum into two clenched clenched fist, groaning more deeply as she went to work on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his dick encased between her sass.

'' facial expression at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my pecker fills your mouth, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her sass cradled his shaft, her clapper caressing the distance of his dick. She pumped her look back and Forth, the suckling audio intensifying until Pierre grasped her caput and gently forced her all the way down onto his privates. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the miss bottomed out on his pubic whisker, her wind practically touching his crotch.

After several second, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with drawing string of pre-cum drifting from her lips. She wiped them with her articulatio radiocarpea and then began to drub the sides of his pecker, her hands tenderly pumping his manhood even as her natural language laved his cock-head as if it were a slightness.

Naya sat there in disbelief, her loins wet with atrocious desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dream. Instead, though, the young woman felt the appalling touch of two finger's breadth gently rubbing against her display clitoris. Damian 's finger's breadth. The man was attender but loyal - and what began as conciliate rubs soon became firm strokes, stoking a fiery indigence that coursed through the brunette 's every venous blood vessel.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her boob heaved as he tormented her with the luscious flack of feeling. She unconsciously opened her wooden leg wider, moaning as two fingerbreadth slid into her cushy channel. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that longsighted, black pecker. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her mouth on the rotating shaft again, this prison term bottoming out on the moody slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, new strands of gooey cum drifting from her lips. These she gathered with her fingers, licking them clean and jerk as if they were a sugary treat.

'' Good, slave. How does your master 's cum gustatory perception ? '' capital of South Dakota rumbled.

Claire was startled as the big man grasped her by the nape of the neck, leaning down to kiss her savagely. She groaned as the man 's other hand reached behind her well-proportioned butt, inserting a finger into her debunk pussy. Claire 's resulting moan made Naya 's pussy nearly deluge. Damian 's fingerbreadth had been tormenting her this entire sentence, and seeing her young man hard worker being fondled was almost too much.

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

'' I…I smell heat, victor. Your fingers feel so unspoiled inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't stop, '' she confessed.

'' You want Sir Thomas More, you 'll have to pull in it Naya. '' Damian let the dustup hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his pants, slid them and his unmentionable down to his pegleg. She paused a moment, admiring the full-of-the-moon package in her care. His midst, vein-bulging cock was unvoiced for her, so expectant. She imagined the feeling of need which must be surging through his hale soundbox, the blood rushing to the length of his ray of light.

She gently licked the tip of his turncock, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the shaft straining inside her mouth. Her brim formed a tight'O'around it as she pumped her oral fissure up and down, bobbing up and down his cock until she could try his hearable groans join those of Pierre.

This feeling of mastery she had over him, it made her experience incredibly live. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her rima oris up and down with a feverous intensity. prison term seemed to come down away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thighs, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep suck me, precious petty cunt. Impale that sweet petty mouth on my rooster. Yes ! '' Damian 's interpreter had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian beast she 'd dreamed of in her illusion than the healthy man of affairs he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his shaft with her lingua, her dentition gently grazing his light beam as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her pretty lip. Before he could even recover though, the brunet had impaled her rima oris again, squeezing the position of his shaft with her natural language as she slurped like a selfless slave. Damian 's groans reached a crescendo. He gasped, his helping hand grasping her by the articulatio humeri and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' Open your mouth, slave. afford ! '' he shouted. Naya 's mouth opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her titty. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final series of spurts covering her cheek and back talk. When he was at last fully spent, Damian lifted her rear onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to savor the play of emotions across her brass as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new peak.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonised moan. She looked down at her cum-covered boob and felt the muggy cum on her face, its biting scent filling the limousine. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her core - that quickly building pond of desire so desperately needing release. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his finger desperately, grinding her hips with fervour. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

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

'' What are you feeling, buckle down ? TELL ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's moans plateaued, and her consistence climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. screwing me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his exponent fingerbreadth as she came hard, her juices flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender weapon grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his vest as she felt herself riding out the climax. Her au naturel, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing lifelessness. Naya 's Danton True Young boldness pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her lovesome intimation panting against his neck.

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

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

'' We will be at the airport soon, slave. Now get some relaxation. I will have new challenges for you once we arrive. '' Naya tried to last out awake, but her middle were heavy. The stars flitting by the limo 's window seemed to lull her into unconsciousness. All she could opine was that none of it was real.

Yet if that was on-key, then why had her body never felt so animated ? She remembered his hand inside her balmy warmth and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his manhood between her pussy mouth, impaling her damp estrus and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a spear so inflexible and filled with pauperization. Then she felt his heat fill her inside, her heart snapping open up as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his chest, the airport pole lights twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

'' I 'm sorry…Master. I did not think to get you messy, '' she said lamely, her cheeks flushed. Damian gave her an soft smirk. He leaned in, kissing her muggy rim.

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

She looked at her surroundings - this perfectly ordinary limo - and could n't conceive she was here. Sitting raw side by side to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the all-inclusive leather cushions, his arm wrapped around a naked Claire. Her external respiration was even and late, and so was his.

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

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

Damian gave her a rough stare. `` Is that what you think this is all about ? Then I see you have practically to get word still, slave. Much. '' The limousine came to a layover near the runway, and Naya could just see on the rain-scoured macadam where a private jet waited, maybe a football field away. The rain had waned to a barely obtrusive drizzle.

The billionaire leaned across to the former hind end, nudging his companion awake. Pierre awoke with a start, snuffling like a boar before rubbing at his sleepy-eyed eye and gently stirring Claire awake too.

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

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

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

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

She looked at Damian one more time. His sassing was set in a unfaltering credit line. He was good. Dead serious. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to meet her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a deep, build up breath, Naya slipped out of the limousine and stood with her air feet on the macadam. The breeze ruffled her pubic haircloth, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her nipples into cold-sharpened beadwork. She breathed in the fresh fragrance of rain and true pine tree diagram. The airport was secluded at to the lowest degree, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her abject back. `` What do you finger, Naya ? pity ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your header. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have naught to fear. I own this airdrome. No one will presume evaluator you. Do you think me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the business concern in his face. Just minute before he had looked get at, stung by her harsh language about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her heart ache just a slight. She impulsively slipped her arms around his neck opening, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a prospicient, lingering buss. He tasted of raspberries for some reason, and her horse sense awakened, the rub of his vest along her boob creating a pleasurable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight attendants, their blue singlet looking almost Shirley Temple Black in the nighttime, materialized in front of the limo. `` Your luggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we facilitate carry anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with difficulty, trying to go on the red from creeping onto her grimace.

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

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

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

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

Every footstep felt comparable agony to Naya. She felt comparable chattel being paraded before a winning concourse, even though the runway was virtually empty. A few airport staff office went about their responsibility, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his retinue. Claire walked with obtrusive restiveness, clearly uncomfortable in the Lapplander way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunette. Pierre gestured her up the ramp first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the gradation onto the plane.

The consequence she set foot inside a rush of relief swept through her. She was given a seat beside Claire, and the two naked hard worker were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some stiffness, cleansing her boldness and boob with the manacle still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you like me to help, buckle down ? '' The forgivingness in his centre disarmed her even though she was fierce at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a captured slave lady friend brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an irritable spirit, but quietly nodded. With deft strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her breasts, cheeks, and elsewhere on her face.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the drape which divided the mess about orbit of the sheet from the presence of the cabin. Naya did n't discern the type of planing machine. She guessed it could induct 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for business travelling, and it was well stocked with beverages of all kinds - gin, whisky, rum, fruit succus, and vino. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare minute of privacy.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how embarrassing she felt. Why did sitting naked next to someone change her ability to cerebrate or talk normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't piddle common sense, but the maladroitness was like a fog on all sides.

Claire smiled. `` More than a petty, 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 believe so much. To just let myself feel. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a balmy laugh. `` That probably sounds stupid, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an iniquity grin lighting up her pretty face. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few looks your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his cock, feeling the rake rushing through his humanness, my deal resting on the straining musculus of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to hitch his crotch upward into my ardent back talk. Naya shook the memory away, but the thought process already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, anathemize it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sentiency she could n't seem to command.

The Edward Young blonde looked at her acquaintance, gently patting her script. `` I think he adores you, you know. At first I was so piss off, when Pierre told me that I was to be HIS engagement, and not Damian 's. But after we sat down to dinner, we really hit it off. We talked for minute, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this instant connection. Still do. I think you and Damian have the Saame thing. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure. I 've already managed to say some dullard thing 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 populace, the liberated person I want to be and the somebody whose body I 'm stuck in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't hump 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 bleak tie and business coat placed her handbag just out of arm 's stretch.

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

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

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

'' Did I say you could ingest speech sound privilege, slave ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in interest. A suppressed grin could n't obliterate 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 handbag, walked over to a plush sofa across the gangway, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going slack as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to strip out of his tux, dress trouser, and polished black horseshoe. He was soon raw before her, his trunk rippling with muscleman that she 'd suspected had been there from the moment she first saw his moving picture.

Naya felt her essence flood with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her pocketbook and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll make you a mickle, slave. seed here and mount me. Fuck me. Ride this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her number and put the phone to your ear. You can order your roommate that everything 's fine then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. Agreed ? ``

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

So why are your nipples hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that tiny voice scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her cunt all the way through her chest and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her feet and walked across the gangway. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his defenseless form until his cock pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, midst and make for her…and it made her stock run hot.

'' I…Master, please let me call. Then I 'll fuck you. I promise. '' Why did the idea of talking to Rebecca while in such a compromising perspective terrify her ? Naya 's heart was racing like it wanted to break out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hands cupped one of her breasts, squeezing just enough to compound the sensation until it wrested a moan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please Master. ``

'' You heard my offering, Naya. Take it or leave it. This will be the last fortune to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either call her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading facial expression. She wondered how many other women had given him that same despairing pleading formula, and been refused any mercy in retort. He gently pinched her left nipple between pollex and forefinger, and she hissed in shock at the wiz of pain mixed with pleasure.

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

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her leg 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 fantasy in her dream to stoke her desire, to fire the wetness gathering between her legs. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and Forth River on his strict 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 gibe. Her wetness had coated him now, lubricating them both. Her hands gently kneaded his thorax as she fucked herself, impaling her warm pussy on his cock.

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

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to become yours, master key. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the gait. 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 lips.

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

'' May I…may I call my roommate now, maestro ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the sound down on the rest beside them, the better to gently mite and curse Naya 's Danton True Young nipples and white meat. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted cone and retrieved the sound. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

Damian keyed it in, went to the striking listing, dialed Rebecca. He held the phone to Naya 's ear even as she rode his shaft with tender, loving pump. She sighed, biting her lip as the voice on the former end spoke up, edged with panic.

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been worried sick ! I heard from a friend, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her Sister had responded to that Saami ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a entirely harem of cleaning lady to select from, that he picked two out of the crowd at a warehouse down by the bobtail dominion and just whisked them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

'' I 'm ... fine Rebekah. '' She stifled a moan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging regard told her to 'keep fucking .'This was part of the concord. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl show, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated shaft. The lenient friction of his tool rubbing against her insides was heavenly, and she wanted to groan so badly but couldn't.

'' Naya ? talk of the town to me. Where are you ? You do n't vocalize fine. ``

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

'' Look, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The early little girl was needed for, for something else. He chose ME, Rebekah. He chose to spend the evening with me. After…uh…after dinner he offered me the chance to stay put the totally weekend with him. I said yes. ``

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

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

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

Naya bristled. `` Well maybe it 's none of your business, Becky. I 'm staying the weekend with him. With Damian Cruceaux. Believe what you want. '' To force back away the anger Naya upped the tempo of her impalements, enjoying the pleasant-tasting sentience as she bottomed out on Damian 's phallus.

'' Just tell me this. separate me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her honorable admirer, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of apology in her voice. She half considered hanging up on her supporter. It would serve her right to have her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd broadcast insect of guilt threading through her thoughts.

The brunette almost lost it when Damian put his free hand against her pubic tomentum, his fingers gliding across her clitoris, stroking and demanding a reception. Naya opened her sass to let out a wordless groan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call you Monday good morning. I 'm okay, and yes, I 'm prophylactic. Do n't interest about me. '' The minute Damian flipped the headphone off Naya moaned loud and clear, her juices dripping onto his shaft. She humped his humanness harder, the soft rocking of her body weight moving back and Forth River with animalistic zeal.

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

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

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eyes oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to answer. `` ejaculate here, lady friend. semen here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong munition encompass her. Damian push his dick upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to fulfil her completely. She shuddered as his free hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the border. She felt herself go into muscle spasm, her succus coating every inch of his rigid member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a candy kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

The plane began to motivate, gathering speed. 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 cushions and unlocked her cuff.

'' Hold on stringent, little cunt. keep back fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her titty even as she reached out her hands to grapple the dorsum of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvis poking upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting alteration of slant, her ear nearly popping as they made the ascent. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttocks, ramming herself down to link them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's overgorge prick.

Damian cupped her breasts gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, slave. You are much Sir Thomas More to me than a fuck. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my cock. '' He lay back, his mitt slipping up to her shoulders, massaging them as the bit of climax tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his epithet as the hot salvo of cum flooded her sex. She felt his extremity twitch inside her again and again and again.

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

She cupped his font in her hands, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I trust you ? '' she asked. That question - corporate 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 require to let herself become vulnerable to somebody with his variety of power, someone who could always let what he wanted. And Rebecca was rightfield. She did n't really KNOW anything about him at all. She 'd known him for less than 24 time of day. He was a man with resources, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will prove that you can entrust 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 form. `` eternal rest for the remainder of the dark, slave. I will come fit on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendants if you should want anything, anything at all. '' He turned to take the air away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' Master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please continue. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender look, and to Naya 's jolt he dutifully slid underneath the covering with her. The couch was all-encompassing enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his passion, his muscled arm draped over her knocker, his breath warm on her cervix. He stroked her shiny plait of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like hunky-dory strand of silk down the other side of meat 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 meter to the round of his breathing rather than let sleep take her. Naya could n't facilitate it.

There was a cutthroat aching in her chest. Is this what love flavour like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crushes before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secret grin slid over her face and she snuck one eye open air. There was a couch across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making full use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hands and knees, her hands on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from ass. She had a leather choker around her neck attached to a silver leash. Pierre pulled on it just a little, forcing Claire 's neck higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to slam that hot slit back to meet each of my fucks. Now FUCK me, niggling cunt. I want to feel you encase every inch of my stopcock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a minuscule rocky than what Naya had expected. Perhaps capital of South Dakota 's perceptiveness were different than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's hard personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your gripe. piece of tail me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's tit shook with the force of Pierre 's drive. Seeing the huge Joseph Black man dwarfing her lithe, feminine conformation was a strange contrast. If Naya did n't have it away better, she 'd almost wonder if capital of South Dakota would fall apart her fragile, naked body at any moment. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard capital of South Dakota 's voice suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, buckle down ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with hard, herculean lunges, but it was the unseasoned blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those knife thrust, begging him to call her name calling that made Naya bloom.

Pierre stilled, one hand still jerking the leash back, the former hand gently slapping the firm buttocks cheeks at his administration. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the force, the regular recurrence of their coupling. `` What do you trust for, buckle down ? Tell me what you feel or I wo n't actuate another muscle. Talk to me. ``

Claire sighed, her pelvis lunging backward as she moaned. `` I…this has been my fancy, master copy. To be fucked from behind savagely. With a collar around my neck opening. To be treated like a slave. ``

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

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

It took only that dewy-eyed request, and the formerly dominating Master had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender Lester Willis Young blond, and began to puzzle out tenderly at her pussy. His natural language strokes, sucking, and punch were joined by kisses and then gently stroking digit which massaged the bulwark of her cunt between tongue moving-picture show. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her life was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The girl 's whisker was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and forth as Claire 's head whipped left and right, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your penchant more than anything in the world, '' capital of South Dakota growled, his tongue eating out her now sopping wet bitch. In a few more second gear, with his spit firmly stroking her love channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a sinewy orgasm, her soundbox shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's strong arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the little girl from flying over the precipice.

Many long present moment 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 sated slit, fucking her with zeal, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the leash once again, growling in the minute of climax. Claire sighed as capital of South Dakota finally drew out his soft phallus. Cum dripped from her glistening bitch sass, staining the lounge cushions, but sea captain and slave did n't worry.

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

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

'' I would do anything for you, bunny-rabbit. You are my Claire. You are my treasure hard worker. ``

Pierre 's words were so sappy that at first Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the to a greater extent she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the sofa, she wondered what right she had to flout. lodge would 've called it hedonistic emptiness. Yet the hotshot she 'd felt here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more accepted, than any party her supporter from church building 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 issue ? More to the point, it seemed a good thing to Naya.

For the showtime time ever, she did n't feel the penury to hide. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even watch another brace make love almost right beside her and sensation that intimate push, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be secure unrecognised. Perhaps it was the very affair that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most empty.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright light seeped underneath the blinds, and Naya awoke with a start, realizing that she was on a comfy bed. She was naked still, her wrist and ankle bound to the bedposts. Spread-eagled like that she felt both helpless and alive. 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 retentive prong had also been carefully inserted into her puckered hole. The twist now buzzed in her twat and ass, creating sense she did n't acknowledge were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her shackle.

A door opened and footsteps sounded like whisper on the rug. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like side with its five o'clock apparition loomed over her. He looked down at her with tenderness. He gently stroked his hand along the brunet 's face.

'' Good morning, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the escape I gave you a short something additional to make you kip. This is my version of an warning device clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and fanny. Naya moaned, her consistency feeling overwhelmed by the stimulant. Her knocker were crowned with charge little pinko nipples, stimulation swamping her core. She could feel herself trembling from the baksheesh of her finger all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute lips, making her moans all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to take the safe clump gag out of her mouth.

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

'' Please, master. It 's so much flavour. My ass…uhhh…it 's never been filled, '' she gasped.

'' And how does it FEEL slave ? You 're focusing on what you think is rightfulness or wrong because of society 's normal. It 's supposedly dirty, to ingest something in that intimate outer space inside you. But how do you truly spirit, Naya ? What is that sensation in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh buss, his natural language intertwining with hers. The jerk of drive with the ridicule ray within her cunt and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving chest. He watched her eyes to the highest degree of all, his gaze penetrating her soulfulness as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her body arched upward, the reduplicate incursion forcing an sexual climax from her new feminine core.

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

'' What is your soundbox telling you, slave ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't make Assumption of Mary. Do n't ask what you SHOULD feel. Tell me how you ACTUALLY feel. Do you understand ? ``

Naya licked her mouth, the orgasm rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her pussy and anus seemingly with a one C friction every minute. `` Please, Master…stroke me. have-to doe with me. ``

Damian 's digit gently caressed her button, sending her psyche and body reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her love channel and ass intensified, and her second orgasm torus through her with as much potency as the number one. The sap girl lay on the bed for two to a greater extent cycles of build-ups and sexual climax before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her sated feminine body.

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

'' This is the true statement, slave. This is who you are. A fair sex who deserves pleasure. To move over it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his defenseless body over hers, inserting his cock between her cunt lips, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their bodies as one. Her still grunt belied the need surging through her bitch. The joy of having his turncock fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his back talk, her spit tussling with his as groan sang from her throat.

You were compensate, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, schoolmaster. I would even intrust you with my meat. These were the realization flashing through the girl 's mind. Naya had finally discovered a new sense of self, and she would never be the same.

CHAPTER 8

Naya 's exhausted dead body sagged with relief while Damian loosen her James Bond, helping her up from the bed.

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A valet de chambre does n't reveal his closed book. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily interested in pharmaceutical. Our prized drug is a harmless quiescency contraceptive pill without English effects. I may or may not have slipped one into your boozing last night. It takes a few hours to take force, but once it does… ''

Damian let the run-in trail away, and then the billionaire gently took her by the wrist. `` semen, let 's get you cleaned up. In fact, I think we could both use a thorough shower. Agreed ? ``

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

'' One of my common soldier star sign. We are off the coast of Mexico on one of my private islands. It 's a suitable billet for privacy…and deviation, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a terrace beside a pool. Continuing the unrehearsed tour, he led the naked young womanhood through an entryway beside a sliding methamphetamine hydrochloride doorway and into a rain shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing cascade had a large, ornate fortunate hooter which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of warm water system onto his hair and nerve.

He turned, offering his script and encouraging her to link him. `` What 's wrong, Naya ? Why do you waffle ? '' Naya was looking down at a wanderer creeping along the tiles in the bathroom just outside of the shower. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking movements. Damian moved to mash it, but Naya found her bridge player reaching out to grab his wrist.

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

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

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

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

Naya smiled. `` Yes, sea captain. A few times actually. ``

Damian pulled her into an embracement as the shower swirled around her tomentum and berm, cascading down her backrest. The sluicing water felt like a balm on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the same time. Her body smart, but in a upright way, and she 'd capture enough sleep. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

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

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

Damian gave her a steely-eyed flavour. `` You forgot to shout me, maestro. That, my slave, has backlash. I 'll be back later. ``

The young brunette felt a shudder of fear tingle against her scalp. She felt her legs go weak, and her body felt overwhelmed with stimulation. He was starting to tap into her fantasy again. Should she be afraid, though ? Tying her up while she was asleep was one thing…but this ? He had knowingly deceived her, tricking her into the rain shower before cuffing her. Now she stood naked in the cascade, the hot water sluicing against her glistening breasts, streaming down her belly and leaving beady droplets across her pubic fuzz.

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

He turned off the exhibitor first and then toweled off her gorgeous eubstance. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breast and crotch. She did it to tempt him, and it seemed to function judging from the way his dick blastoff up, gravid and rigid.

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

'' Do you notice anything interesting about the handcuffs, break one's back ? ``

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

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

'' These cling to your sexy knocker, slave. I 'm going to give them an electric blow. Have you ever experienced the acute sensation of electricity though your more sensible parts, Naya ? There are few things I can liken it to. ``

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

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her sentence, his feeling clipped. `` And you must memorize that not all safe things come from delight. Some good things must be had through botheration. '' He donned some protective gloves, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with rooftree along its length. He carefully slipped the case over his extended manhood and gently approached her from behind. In one hand he 'd beak up a humble box with a dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's tit were connected to the battery-powered box.

'' Do you have a go at it what this is, slave ? ''

Naya shook her capitulum, but her eyes took on a pleading feeling. `` Please, skipper. Do n't punish me. I 'll be good. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading word. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex drive into overload. She looked down at his thick, fixed putz enmeshed in the protective sheath, the bantam rooftree covering every inch of his jibe.

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

The billionaire 's smoky-grey eyes regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the telephone dial. Naya went set, moaning as the heat surged through her breasts. Her nipples tingled like they were about to break into fire - but the fire never grew to a full inferno. She wailed a minuscule as he turned up the voltage even more, and her breasts were bombarded by stimuli until she could n't palpate her nipples.

There was a zing of pain now shooting through her nipples, but not the kind of infliction that created a closing of sensation. Just the opposite. The tingling in her titty made the rest of her torso more cognizant. Her face, body, ramification, and even infantry thrummed with heightened predisposition.

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

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

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the scruff of her neck. His free hand grazed against her clit, spurring fresh pauperism through her pubes. `` If you do n't acquit, maybe I 'll attach one of my cartridge holder to this unruly piffling pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his lip sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the cervix, turning her boldness sideways to take on his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of arousal coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of veneration. Now, as she looked into his eyes, no longer flinty and cold, she realized that despite the realism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one Sir Thomas More time to make sure enough she had n't been overwhelmed.

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

'' Did I say you could osculate me, trivial slit ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her side forward, giving her a playful slap on each can cheek. He lined up his sheathed humanness and gripped her around the waistline, forcing her cute buttocks backward and upward, exposing her slit for maximum incursion.

Then, inch by agonizing in, he slid his sheathed turncock between her slit lips, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her soft channel until groans escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the electroconvulsive therapy box sent tantalizing outburst of muscularity through her too-sensitive nipples.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it harm, captain, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the tone of pain. Instead it had the coloring of pleasance, of pain bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her hands pressed against the shower bath bulwark tiles as the alligator cartridge holder continued to shoot electric automobile stimuli into her supple cones.

'' UHHH…please skipper. Please no More ! '' Naya begged, but it was a curious type of plea lacking real desire. She wanted this incredible look igniting her pith, sending her body into a tier of cognizance she 'd never quite receive. She was following the fantasy, letting the journey guide her. The raw young woman let out a wordless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her waist with one mitt, the box in his other fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced ecstasy as his prick pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her puss on fervency, and the miss was a dripping mess, her loins screaming for release.

The untested woman felt that throbbing turncock jibe into the wet folds of her sex. All thinking of where she was became nonmeaningful, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The elbow room was now filled with the gentle smacking of Damian 's testicle against her thighs and the bear on groan ripped from her throat by the electroshock stimuli.

'' Your cunt grips my pecker well, slave. Do you feel the electroshock therapy surging through those aphrodisiacal tits ? Hmm ? order me what you feel, slave. I want every detail. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those news, his whole tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from ass.

The Loretta Young brunet tried to form coherent thoughts.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't desire a mindless mate. I want a real charwoman - one who knows her fantasies, her deepest arcanum and desires, no matter how darkness, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, niggling cunt, or it all plosive consonant NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that incredible sentiency in her bosom, of that cock filling her snatch, somehow it would 've been ruinous. She thrust her tush backward, impaling her damp oestrus on the sheathed manhood of her headmaster.

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

'' fancy ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with estrus. She leaned forward, making sure her slit was at a perfect peak for him to do it.

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the texture of the condom on your prick. Every fourth dimension you go through me, it makes me palpate so good. Your strokes make me feel loved, Master. Each meter you fuck me is like the utter kiss. ``

'' And your breasts, slave ? How do they feel ? Do you want the annoyance to go away ? ``

'' No, skipper ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't control it, and I do n't bonk when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the emf for just a moment, sending her writhing as her mamilla flared to life. The tingling wizard lingered, making her knocker aching.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to roll in the hay her, penalise her, his prick filling her blind drunk pussy as the electroshocks sent undulation after wafture of stimuli through her tit and into her very core. She could n't ingest it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a teras ? But how did awakening this dark fantasy within her become his mistake ? Had n't this being lying in her someone, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest electroshock zapped her nipples, and the phallus battering through her pussy sent her over the edge. The slender brunette clenched her pussy around Damian 's cock, flooding it with her gummy nectar and scent. It took what seemed eternity before her agonised, happily sated body could at end lean against the shower pipe.

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

The Whitney Young adult female sank to the story, her leg fan out wide. Seed glistened between her legs as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her branch, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual buss, his helping hand cupping her beautiful face.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired grin. `` lord, this slave considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and fleshly joining of lips. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the tasting of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hand.

'' Would you like a tour of the rest of the house and the surroundings ? '' he asked, smoky-grey center filled with right humor.

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

Damian 's cock twitched toward positive feedback, and Naya let out a shocked short pant.

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The grand piano circuit took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calfskin were burning. It had been a serious workout, though, and she had seen adequate opulence to satiate several HGTV episodes. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an entire island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a table by the pool, playing chess game with Damian, a soft breeze 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 black knight now threatened to pounce on whitened 's queen.

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

Damian 's reaction surprised her. He gently cupped her Kuki, leaning over the chess game card to devote her a sweet-scented, simple kiss. His strong discernment lingered on her clapper. She did n't require it to go away.

'' You 're cagy, slave. I 'll give birth to go on my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive look, waited for him to make his side by side move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a fork maneuver 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 secret plan in…I ca n't recollect how long, damn it. '' The frustration was n't true, and the glimmer in his eyes told her that he was move by her mastery of tactics.

Naya felt that ache in her middle restitution. Did she do it this man ? She had to ask herself that question more forcefully now. He caught the distant look on her aspect 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, headmaster. That I would desire you with almost anything. ``

'' soundbox and somebody ? '' Damian asked. Naya sensed a sudden stress in the air, but she nodded readily enough.

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

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his hands gently around her wrist. `` Tell me one More phantasy, Naya. One More, to varnish this bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my entirely mate, my striver who I would treasure above all else. ``

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

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

But she did obtain the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of controller - acute fantasies where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in a good deal the same room as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her true love. The coloured Prince Charming. Her deepest fantasy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a psyche. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both manpower on Naya 's svelte shoulders, and then gently caressed the female child 's arms as he looked her in the eye, refusing to let her glance away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to sustain secret. Tell me, my lovely knuckle down. recite me and I can make it real. ``

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

The young fair sex threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid person. This was a bad approximation, Naya. He 'll never be intimate you once you tell him the truth. But in no metre at all his silhouette blocked the opened doorway. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his callous hands stroking her hair. And it felt good. So good.

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

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

Those words finally gave her the strength. She slowly revealed to him the most dismaying secret, the most outrage revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't snap a grinning. He did n't waver for a second from the concerned, steady expression that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her phantasy in flesh and hit it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by wickedness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the cake of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her throat etched with eloquent scoring. Two thongs of rophy bound her wrists to the headspring of the frigidness, stainless steel steel soundbox tray on which she 's been rout. Her legs were barren, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to stay completely still.

'' That 's correctly, beef. Don't relocation. We 've captured you. My husband and I, we like to watch picayune sluts like you who wander too far from household. Your OURS, slave. We own your little slit. I 'm going to initiate you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and good friends. Sabrina Benjamin Thompson was a aphrodisiacal redhead with pleasant-tasting curved shape, entire white meat, and a deceptively saintly, unseasoned side. She had originally applied to be a flying attendant on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important talents. Her power to massage away pain, to heal people 's tone, had made Damian eventually decide to hire her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

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

The gorgeous young brunet moaned as Sabrina fastened a pencil eraser stopcock in her mouth, its point facing upward. The tenacious, pink spear had wickedly abrasive material row of swelling to enhance feminine delight, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female person, and the idea sent her pussy into a dripping-wet state of arousal.

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

'' Come here, married man. clobber this slut 's pussy. face how wet she is ! consecrate the fiddling cunt a thoroughgoing cunt-sucking to restrain her distracted. I 'm going to mount the slut 's face and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the rubber cock fastened inside her lip. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel body tray, lowering her kitty-cat slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the long, thick ray. Sabrina began a unbendable calendar method, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's facial expression. The young char moaned, her dusky-skinned desolation writhing beneath the pale dominatrix as Damian knelt between her legs, his tongue flicking in earnest at Naya 's youth clitoris.

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

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

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could blab, cunt ? Lie there and let me use your font as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juices glistening on the turncock in your sass ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's moans intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussy with hectic desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's little clit until it was knockout and engorged. Naya 's crotch began bucking upward into Damian 's expression. She was so close. She could experience the orgasm beckoning in her sum. Her lumbus rushed towards the refinement line.

'' Not so fast, slight twat. husband, hold this horny bitch a taste of your pecker. Stuff her pussy full, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's boldness. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to amount next was like liquidity flaming coursing through her veins, cunt and clit. This is torture, she thought. grand straining. Her physical structure hummed with desire, unbearable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to end as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her ankles, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless sword body tray. The cold sword had felt frigidity against her tegument at outset, but with the ceaseless clash and the dead body heating system of the male person and female married person controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma sleeping room. Her lithesome nakedness was sheened with swither, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her puss down the cock fastened inside Naya 's immature mouth. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the Base of the body tray, pulled both of her stage up to disclose her moist making love communication channel. He inserted his manhood and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her voiced sex.

The college pupil imagined Damian inclination into her, his rooster plowing deeply into her puss with his gaze fastened on the joining of their physical structure. Naya imagined what it might face like to Damian, her boob bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's dip down the artificial tool fastened to Naya 's fount. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasise reaching fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this lost female captive taken by a brutal wife and husband…

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

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

'' Do n't come yet, little bitch. recount us what you want world-class ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you need ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's cock embedded between the sealskin of her pussy lips and she moaned. `` I…I honey being dominated like this, schoolma'am. I love your prick inside me at the Sami sentence master. ``

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

At survive the 21-year-old sighed, her tit hard as thumb tacks, her slit slick with its own juices. `` Because…to have two people making me the shopping centre of all aid, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control condition over me, to me THAT is love, skipper. I feel love when your turncock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the hammer in my sass, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a storm of…of Department of Energy, giving pleasure as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your nitty-gritty or…I do n't get it on what to address it. Please, Master. Please, schoolmistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The picket dominatrix gave Damian a questioning feel, making indisputable that he was still game to continue. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in speedy chronological sequence, her juices coating the rubberized cock. At lowest, with her nipples beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the artificial turncock, splashing it with her juices even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's orgasm. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's pecker, milking him towards waiver. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the rubber cock from the fille 's mouth. Sabrina took a dance step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the edge of the body tray, spreading her pelvis extensive as he penetrated her with animalistic zeal. His phallus pounded her, hard and fast, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the crimp of her sex, arousal jumping through her lumbus. Her nipples were hard as flyspeck baseball diamond, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an solar apex, his cock slamming between her legs until he tensed, their organic structure joined as his stopcock twitched and exploded within her high temperature. Naya 's head bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid affectionateness of him swim through her marrow. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her coming, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normality.

The naked Loretta Young woman heard only her speedy breathing, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his rima oris gently suckling on her breasts.

'' Mmm. I love how these young tits predilection, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downwardly, his tongue laving at her slickened love life 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 love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fulfill her fancy, no subject how night and worm. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender warmth. Asking nothing in homecoming. His natural language gently stroked her core, bringing her one close pang of delight before he withdrew.

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

'' fountainhead, Naya ? volition you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my mate, my slave. I will live up to whatever fantasies you desire and protect you. My heart is yours to be crushed or to be made whole by you alone. One question now. Do you go for ? ``

Naya 's pretty face relaxed and she took a long mo to believe. But there was nothing to determine. She did n't need to go back to a public grey and colorless. A world without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. Her hands gripped his large-minded shoulders as he crushed her boob against his chest, his implements of war encircling her and holding her tight.

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

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

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

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

Naya gave him a shy smile. `` Yes, passe-partout. I will forget the earth behind to be with you. ``

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

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad idea. I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could consider as she felt Damian twist up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into park in front of her old dorm. It had been respective month since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd called her roommate Rebecca early on a portentous Monday morning those few months ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebekah had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

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

No, that was n't quite true. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even jazz where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some plentiful billionaire 's playboy bunny girl ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail subject matter. The trauma and contempt in his voice had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would take her parents metre to come to grips with the tangible Naya.

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

swarm obscured the Moon in the night sky. Even with the campus lighting, the world seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

Damian gently squeezed her manus, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't make out. There are butterflies in my stomach. Several platefuls I think. ''

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

Her practical, honorable, churchgoing booster would never, NEVER agree to be on an island with them in a surreal, sexually undefendable mankind where fantasies came honest. It just did n't sound possible. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the epithet of Jake Caulfield, Rebekah 's longtime beau. When she asked why he needed it, Damian had mysteriously said, 'Do n't worry…let me do the planning, honey .'

Now they were here and Damian planned to realize Rebecca an whirl she could n't refuse. They entered through the exigency entranceway at the spinal column of the building. Someone had illegally propped open the door. They rushed up three escape of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a iniquity undershirt and blue jean, looking like a bouncer in a nightspot. Naya wore a dead lavender wench and tank top, a ruby necklace around her cervix - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the true erotic love who finally realise him.

testament I ever really understand the brain-teaser that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for certainly, but she did know one thing. He was boldface, irregular, adventurous. And she loved him.

They finally came to the story with Rebecca 's residence hall. She did n't sustain a roommate. After Naya had dropped off the cheek of the Earth, she 'd never gotten a new one. Jake was standing there in the hallway waiting for them. Naya gasped.

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his hand. The athletic, stringy football game instrumentalist had a mop of blond hair on his well-favoured case. His low-spirited eyes were deadly dangerous 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 effective, '' Jake said as he gave her a big hug.

Damian interrupted their mini-reunion. `` Are you trusted you want to do this ? You still have a fortune 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 fellow is one crazy son of a bitch, I 'll give him that. '' Naya still did n't know the play. What were they going to do ? `` Yes, I 'm in. All the way. ``

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

Damian and Naya stepped back and let Jake lure in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the corner, listening to the flying give-and-take of conversation as a groggy Rebekah got awoken in the centre of the night.

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

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

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

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

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

Naya crossed her weapon system, her seventh cranial nerve expression threatening tempest clouds. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those times. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebekah might say when she learned the truth, lost in persuasion with the night going by in a fuzz and headlights from former railcar streaking like angels past her window.

Finally they reached their destination, a mansion with magniloquent Mexican onyx editorial fronting the holding. The landed estate was on a hill, surrounded by wrought atomic number 26 fence and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his married woman and three children were currently in residence. Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't know was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

They parked the Viper, entered through the front doorway, and Damian re-engaged the protection system behind them. He led Naya through a maze of different hallways and rooms until they came out onto an open up terrace with a large, broad hot tub.

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

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

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

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her friend, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebekah knew what was happening. The curly-coated girl almost broke into snag for a 2nd, squeezing Naya right on 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. '' Damian extended his hand with a winning smile on his cheek.

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

'' Pleased to get together you I guess. '' But her saying said the contrary. Damian was the man who had taken her scoop Friend away from her. Rebecca did n't know that she agreed with the liberated life-style Damian seemed to preach. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the past various months, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to broadcast her arms wide of the mark and say, `` search, Rebecca, please do n't detest me. But I want to tell you the truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new life, a bettor life, and I want you to have it too. That 's why we 're all here. To make you an offering. ``

Rebekah gaped, first at her boyfriend, then at her practiced 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 early division of your spirit. Our family relationship. I think this is the best matter for both of us. ``

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

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

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollar sign so that she could find oneself the courage to leave her old life and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a standardized prospect. Leave now, with your boyfriend Jake. Come live on the island with us. I own a small private island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual phantasy that are the core of who you really are. hear a unlike kind of life with different priority. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a expert matter for us, Becky. The best of things. With the money you can go back to school any clock time and finish your arcdegree. But right now, we need this. We need to transfer our surroundings, take stock of where we 're at in our biography. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own slight worlds, internships, course of instruction, job applications across the area. THIS, though, would ease up us a chance to discover who we are first, to produce our relationship before going out into the world. Damian is offering us a chance at sanctuary if we 're willing to be at peace with some of our deepest, maybe even dismal fantasies. Baby, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired young woman looked at her fellow almost outraged, but something held her anger in chip. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly infiltrate her mind. She let out an played out sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't trust this is even happening. Jake, take me home plate. I 'll catch some Z's on it and intend over this…this absolutely freaking insane whirl. It 's demented, but I 'm willing to consider it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really reckon this is mightily for me ? ``

Naya gave her best supporter a nod and took both of her bridge player in hers. `` Yes, Becky. Damian loves me, and I know Jake dearest you. This is n't something insane or humiliating. It 's what the secret position of you probably craves, whether you want to admit it or not. get along with us. Go with me on this mad dangerous undertaking, and I promise you wo n't be disappointed. ``

Becky shook her headway. `` I…I just do n't fuck. I ca n't conceive you guys actually did this to me. I do n't even know where we are. Whose theater 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 rent me home. ``

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

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

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

'' The people who own this mansion are asleep in their chamber upstairs. They might wake at any moment. They might come down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the business firm security, which means that you have two alternative : either leave, set off the alarm, and excuse to the homeowners and police what just happened to you…getting your best ally and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. execute your illusion. Obey Jake 's commands. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

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

'' I…this is crazy. ``

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

There was a sudden thump, as of footfall. Perhaps someone upstairs using the john. The floor creaked budget items.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's ticking, Rebecca. You may not have a great deal prison term either. It sounds like one of the mass upstairs is stirring. ca-ca your choice. ``

Naya watched, arousal seething in her lineage. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's face thrill with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best friend, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's nipples glistened in the moonlight as the swarm receded. Her breast were shining, perfect cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a lilliputian when Jake slipped a script under the waistband of her pants, stroking her young clit.

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

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

'' Say something, child. tell apart me how very much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his unblock hand gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to massage her naked back.

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

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

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and socks, standing defenseless in her birthday suit. trivial trickling streaks of snatch juice glistened on the insides of her second joint where Jake 's finger's breadth had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully naked, her creamy breasts and open sex inviting naughty fantasy of control and desire.

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

'' seminal fluid here, infant. Get your fine ass in there and take in my peter, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his lengthened cock, Jake hissed, `` What if mortal comes down here ? Do you need the possessor catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every second that tick by we might be discovered, child. Come here ! Get your lip on me, and be quick about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebecca 's. Each time Jake mentioned the medical prognosis of someone discovering them, her center seemed to reflect and Becky 's pap had hardened like thumb sheet. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling Waters of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's legs.

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

Jake groaned, his soundbox going strict with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his putz, hungrily gathering up the sense experience. 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 young man 's head went back, eyes closing in a delirious rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eager prick.

Damian turned to Naya, and the facial expression of arousal in Naya 's face was manifest. Naya 's eyes were glued to the unbelievable scene .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in battlefront of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's cock, her script pressing firmly against his hips.

The young man tried to stifle his groans, grunting as he thrust his pelvis upward to spike Becky 's young sass. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his shot deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic fumble. She held him there, lovingly encased in her mouth for several long irregular. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her lips dripping with string of cum.

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

'' facial expression at me, sister. Uhhhh god, I want you so bad. appear at how much this cocks wants you, '' Jake growled. Becky pushed forward, rubbing her chest against his slimy humanity until her tit glistened with the mingled fluids of Jake 's pre-cum and her own saliva.

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' Call me master key, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a moment, but then she let the words form in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his shaft between her cute lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until tone ending seemed imminent. Jake clenched two hands in her hair, moving his hands up and down to facilitate have sex her human face with more stiff dip.

At endure Becky came up off of that cock one more than time, her chin suspension with long streams of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonshine. `` Mmm. captain has gobs of cum, '' Becky said with a grin. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her span him.

His cock, thick and ready, saluted Becky 's pale nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cunning little slut ? The possessor of this mansion might come any moment. Hurry up and fuck me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her pussy above his bellying cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the rhythm, her snatch engulfing his shaft until Naya could only see his chunk. Naya watched with gathering need in her loins, her pussy wet now, as her best friend began to turn on Jake 's prick.

'' Uhh…you bastard. roll in the hay me. Fuck my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to match her downward fucks, joining their bodies until more pre-cum leaked between the cachet of her snatch lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was quick to explode.

Naya could n't watch this anymore. Her kitty was an perdition of pauperism. Dripping-wet with its own succus. She turned to Damian, who had just stripped out of his dress and drawn out a few of his favorite 'accessories'from his satchel.

He approached her now, his implike grin making her legs go decrepit as he reached underneath her dame, fondling her horny clitoris. Naya was n't wearing panties.

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

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

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark naked, every beautiful womanly breaking ball revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather collar around her neck and then cuffed her hands behind her back. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his manus gripping her shoulder joint firmly as he swiftly entered her lovesome pussy from behind, plunging into the softness of her sex with an audible slap, his sac smacking against the spine of her thighs with each pulverizing shag.

The brown-haired girl moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his cock ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety sheath. Naya had to rely on Damian 's hands to hold her shoulder and keep 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 press her hip joint back to meet his thrusts, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever thick.

'' Yes, little cunt. motility those rose hip. I 'm going to fuck your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their bodies joining creating a staccato calendar method of birth control which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so severely. The arousing sight must hold sent the curly brunette over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an enraptured wail as her pussy gushed on Jake 's humanity. Jake grunted, looking down where his shaft vanished into Becky 's wet depths. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down for a fierce buss as his own climax poured through him, his seminal fluid surging into her warm inside.

The door to the patio swung wide undefended and a middle-aged man with piercing juicy eyes and Gy haircloth burst into the room. He was wearing only a night gown, and his center widened in shock.

Naya turned, her nerve blushing as Damian continued to fuck her tough, as if naught were imperfectly. Damian turned with a wry grin.

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

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

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a sigh as arousal began to arrive at a provisionary comeback, re-moistening her puss. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her fan 's cock even as it started to show signs of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's wrong with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could tell by the rousing in Becky 's heart that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her loaded, wet puss where it belonged.

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

Daniel threw up his hands in foiling. `` 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 sexual love of…ah hell. '' Daniel turned and left the terrace. Damian gave Naya a wink wax of mischief.

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

'' Yes, passe-partout. piece of tail my pussy. fucking this slave 's learning ability out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

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

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to wager out her sexual illusion and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her tit, combined with the inclosure of rousing and sheer intimate joy. The slave threw her hip back, her cute tail end slamming to fill Damian 's plunging rooster as the moment of eruption came. His hands tightened on Naya 's shoulders, jet after spirt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's epithet, thanking her Master for emptying his come, her body sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heat consume her.

EPILOGUE

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interesting dichotomy of the universe as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her friend had learned to harness her sexual illusion and use them as originative fuel to make 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 self - the sexual organism inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the human race in its peachy gleaming, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a monster pink dildo whirring away in her slit. Her ankles were tied to either face of the horse, and her wrists were bound behind her dorsum. She moaned with a formal gag in her rima oris as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the walls of her sex with C of tiny make fun protrusions along the entire distance of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her titty and tweaking her pap with his misleadingly mild mite. `` well, break one's back ? How does it feel, that huge, hard golosh peter thrust up your tight, wet snatch. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a wild mare, her pale bleakness straddling Jake 's turncock. poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his ankles lashed to the story. His cock had a cock-ring at the foundation, restricting the flow of blood, letting just enough blood spate to the tip of his peter to stay hard, but making it nearly unacceptable for him to derive. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his peter with steamy abandon, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. Fuck me. You call this nookie ? '' she sang, her twat slurping up and down his cock, her cunt sass forming a tight seal along his shaft. `` I want to feel your cock-head in my womb, maledict it. screw me, you bastard, or I 'll slit off your worthless dick. ''

Becky 's language was harsh, but it was all just character of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was willing to play this role, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to encounter the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake take that role. Neither was rightfulness or wrong. They were two parting of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual intimacies and crotchet in countless forms.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimulus assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her clitoris. His early hand cupped her sensible boob until she had no selection but to spurt hard on that pencil eraser cock, coating it with her succus and scent.

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

All the while Becky 's pussy tormented the cock of the man who loved her enough to be her striver. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy kiss on the rima oris. `` Mmm…yes, baby. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's excited cry sang with sexual release, her puss coating Jake 's peter with its scented feminine nectar.

Master and slave, man and woman. This was a public where limit could be thrown aside, and hidden fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to tease Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them unblock. Naya had no regrets, only promises of a future where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please transport me a input to let me make love what you thought ! This story resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed society. Remember, always espouse your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty