CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing face of her roommate. It had n't been the first clip she 'd seen Rebekah give her that look. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mysterious as his word picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The facial expression staring back at her look cynical, the eye hard, almost inhuman, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at least a decennium her senior, but his lean face had somehow retained the charm of a much younger man. Damian 's eyes were smoky grayness. His figure was compact, and even under the dark purple dress shirt, sinew rippled.

She flipped on her phone to the original ad, staring at the words one more time.

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. adventurous, open to theory, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire enterpriser. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an eventide and, if you play your cards right, Damian might just prevent you for a while. Offering : $ 2 million the first Nox. Leontyne Price negotiable after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might accept called her petite from a distance, but she had detectable bend and a organic structure that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one utmost metre, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black wearing apparel. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black hair that hung in wavy lushness a sound few inches past her articulatio humeri. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the cartroad team at Triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

The roomy behind her was like a softer version of Naya. Rebekah 's forgetful, curly hair and impish eyes were always looking for the following harlequinade to make for. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online advertisement.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to fine-tune in a few more months. Is this, like, some shoemaker's last dolt stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible adult ? Because I promise you, there are LE pudding head shipway to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't know WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial killer for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to tell apart her the the true. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR pipe dream, not hers. Now that she was so closing to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt empty. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her feel animated. She did n't want to think about the future, at to the lowest degree not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an overcloud forum had seemed like a cosmic sign of the zodiac to Naya. Crazy or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to feature what she hoped might be the night of her life, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

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

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

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupid. I promise to be careful. making love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. telephone that boyfriend you 've been pining for the last few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., '' she said with a smiling, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to give her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed number one wood opened the threshold for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could seek encourage retribution. She waved at her friend as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and force back them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pins and needle. A illume rain began to fall, making the mineral pitch and buildings glisten with a timber Naya liked. It reminded her of magic trick. Wow, what a corny thought. Do n't let your jitters make you say something stupefied tonight, Naya reminded herself.

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

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the driver. She had caught the figure 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking black man had a shaved principal and looked like he could 've played in the subject football conference with no difficulty. But he did n't even respond to Naya, just rolled up the partitioning window and turned on some pleasant malarky music that would 've drowned out any further effort at communicating.

Naya frowned. The low tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her straits, doing a singular interpreting of Rebecca 's voice. As the min ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of in a flash fear. Nearly 45 minutes passed before Naya was ready to bang on the partition and demand that 'Pierre'stop the vehicle and recount her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding afford, and the limo eased out of the pelting, pulling to a period in a wide warehouse floor flooded with light.

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

There were rows of beautiful young women. Many of them wore skimpy garb, others wore pieces of groovy elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the ornateness of the gowns and heaviness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look to a greater extent mature than their years.

Naya quietly let Pierre point her over to join the line of expectant little girl. She stood beside a blonde daughter in a bright red dress which had a ace strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulders and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't have intercourse this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to finger uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's other side was wearing a scintillant green cooler top and black drop-off embroidered with rows of bright beads. She turned with a critical face in her emerald eye. `` A skank is still a skank, no issue how fine the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged section on an assemblage line. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the woman 's rudeness.

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

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to answer to that. '' She finally took in the inside information of the blonde woman 's aspect. Her pretty low-spirited eyes were extensive and innocent now, but second before they 'd been feisty and sharp.

'' I 'm Claire. '' She held out her mitt. Naya took it, gave it a docile milkshake.

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to meet you, Claire. That clothes looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own segmentation. Below the trim of the dress a ribbon of efflorescence flared across her torso, just highlighting her sonsie chest that much more. Claire gave Naya a ruthful smile.

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

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant fingers along the silk clipping of her gorgeous Negroid garb. `` shucks, cleaning woman. This hugs your figure like the nightie of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get compass point for tawdriness, but you 've got a lot More gustatory sensation, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this palpable, contiguous connexion, and gave her manus a liquidity crisis. `` Do you know what 's going to happen next ? '' Naya asked `` Have you ever done something like this before ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

The two stood hand in mitt, talking to one another, trying to hold each other 's spirits up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the unusual competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 new women in the warehouse. The constant pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the new women impatiently waiting. When a total darkness limo zoomed through the bay door, screeching to a halt, pennants fluttering with the bodied logo of Cruceaux diligence unmistakable, the unhurt place fell dumb except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the room access for a steely-eyed man who had to be - without any question - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its bright silver vest contrasting sharply against his two assistants'champaign tweed ace, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the line of vernal women as if he had a right to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gown, his middle seemed much less concerned about the physical endowment of the adult female he surveyed than about other caliber.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to colour over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to count penetratingly into the heart of each girl he passed. He seemed to evaluate her whole attitude rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to roar, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's manus again as anxiousness wrenched at her heart. She realized her huge boner, her body tensing in fear.

Claire had to want to look her sexy adept in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a young lady she 'd barely met squeezing her hired man tightly like a frightened picayune sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too deep to withdraw. Damian had already swept down the gangway to sight them, and his eyes had already taken keen note of their conjoin hands.

What was Claire mentation ? Naya imagined that the blonde cleaning lady was furious with her. She had ruined the dark for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde woman first, and then his piercing gaze set its sights on Naya. He seemed to linger on her slick magazine, midnight hair's-breadth and the glowering drinking chocolate puddle of her eyes. His eyes gently caressed the slimness of her shoulder joint before looking her up and down again for good measure. He settled on her cheek, and Naya tried to satisfy his gaze. After a few endorsement, she couldn't.

Her nub began to sink as he began to reverse away. But instead these Scripture came out of Damian 's mouth as he spoke to his two helper.

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

Naya exchanged a fast glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new friend 's heart. They had done it. They had passed the first tryout. Claire leaned over, risking a rustling before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the Nox Menachem Begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

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

'' I do n't recollect I caught your figure, '' he said mildly as the bay doorway slid capable and the limousine lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

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

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

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

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

The rest of the ride went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a niggling question here and there. Many of the charwoman '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 interrogative - about his stage business, his travels, his past careers.

At last, with the flatus picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windshield spyglass, the limousine pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian restaurant. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the table behind the glass windows revealed lush tablecloths and crystal ware which would 've looked suitable in most multimillion dollar mansions.

It was capital of South Dakota who opened the door, but Naya flushed when Damian took her script, guiding her out onto the sidewalk as Pierre snapped give his umbrella. When Claire moved to follow, capital of South Dakota softly put up his manus.

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

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

Soon Naya 's nub was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an infest army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so ladies who had tried to be his this Night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her men on either side of her, a streak of self-conscious awareness surfacing with a vengeance. She was aware of the ruby chandelier at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering blacken in the attire. She had been going for a decadent looking at, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her form and rested on her side, she had succeeded.

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

To share a bed with a billionaire unknown, enjoying a night of heat and excess without regrets ? That might have got been the nerve impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the initiatory property, but it did n't fathom so impressive now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the mesa boundary, almost ashamed that she had no direct solvent.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a girl with a one-dimensional personality. You 're a Loretta Young womanhood looking for something more out of lifetime. Sir Thomas More than what society says you can be. distinguish me I 'm faulty. ``

Naya let the muteness engulf the mesa between them before she could gather her nerve. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed able to snaffle onto the Thomas More she focused on the profuseness in Damian 's articulation.

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

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE right, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my dreams for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to believe, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a Dark Prince Charming. In a few months I 'll hold my engineering science academic degree. Probably a few months after that I 'll give financial independence. But that 's not felicity. It feels empty to me. I see my champion become absorbed in their own small 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 whims and spending the night with a man you do n't even know ? ``

Naya took a draught of air, feeling sweat syndicate on the slope between her white meat. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to take their order. After Damian ordered a chicken feed of red vino for them both, the server vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling gaze on the beautiful feminine target of his intent.

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

'' And ? So far, have you come to any termination ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to hit and gently rub his right hired man over her left wing. She felt the immediate surge of heat from his medallion, and it made her arm tingle.

'' Too early to recount, '' she whispered. `` But tell me this, '' she said, trying to convalesce. `` Why did you add Claire ? Why raise her promise up only to cruelly leave her and then take me ? I do n't get laid if I can respect 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 take a chance putting me on the spot and angering me. Do you plow all billionaires this way, Naya ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damian gave her a deep in thought look. `` Is that really so surprising ? ``

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the delectable finish terpsichore on her palate for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girl for getting sealed ideas after you 've put her in a lineup with 100 former sexed-up womanhood ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. funfair enough. I guess I do owe you a more target solvent about myself. Do you jazz why monogamy is the highest form of family relationship ? ``

Naya shook her question and withdrew her hand. That damnably gratifying look of his hand rubbing her arm was making it difficult to cerebrate straight.

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

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

'' I 've seen relationship ruined by green-eyed monster - not just of other people, but of mere objects, of riches. Any time you have a relationship which is not foremost between two people, green-eyed monster exists. It must live. It must always leave one of the three wondering, 'Am I valued less ? Do the other two really call for me ?'A man was made to be with one charwoman, and a woman with one man. ``

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

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

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

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

'' What do you want of me then ? Does this mean you want me to be your girl ? That this is about more than a nighttime or two of mania ? Is this a day of the month ? ``

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

'' I find the Logos 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to pass water you my mate, my submissive. I will be your Master, and you will be my Slave. ``

This terminology drew arrant wrinkle in Naya 's mind and center - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dour fantasies. illusion of being taken - sometimes by a pirate king, sometimes by a wildcat barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fancy would probably seem silly to her Friend, and many people would be horrified. But there were real to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the oestrus rushed to her face. She realized that both of his deal had invaded her side of the board, gently grasping her radiocarpal joint.

'' How does this tone, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's breathing had quickened. She was trusted he could see the rapid rise and tumble of her boob under the skintight fabric. The travail along her brow had to be noticeable too. Her cleavage felt dodgy with sweat, and she wanted to curse her nerves for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's eyes gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a uncommon cleaning woman, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to know exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the average of society. Society is trivial and dead. I want you to palpate live, to be what you were truly meant to be - smart set 's opinion be damned. Men and char think differently. We ARE dissimilar. beau monde forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do thing you may not desire to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will have a go at it you and cherish you, but I will also clear you MINE. I will push you to the limits, I will dispute you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her response. His hand still gently clasped her articulatio radiocarpea. Even that tame level of his command over her sent her flash racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

'' Can you handle this ? Can you bear such an arrangement ? Because if you ca n't, there is no disgrace in standing up now and walking away. I wo n't try to stop you. But if you go forward from here, the formula change. I will not treat you with kid mitt. I will do by you as the slave you were meant to become. ``

Naya abruptly withdrew her hands, breaking his grip. She flashed him a wicked grin. `` And just what are the rule, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, lofty billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my face, social class to attend to. Preferably ON time. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his finger's breadth on the board and took a sip of the fine red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagne and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` gift me the weekend. If you decide to stay with me after that, you 'll step down your damn division, take the $ 2 million I offered, and get my hard worker. ``

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

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

The dusky-skinned college student frowned. `` By the agreement in your ad, you said $ 2 million for just one night. Why would I check to abide with you for two Nox and forego all that easy money ? ``

But the billionaire returned her noetic statement with a carefully impassive reflection. `` You tell me, girl. You are the one who said you were interested in something MORE than a one-night bandstand. That is what I now offer. So…what do you adjudicate, Naya ? What would my cute and sexy girlfriend choose ? ``

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that word. Girlfriend. He said it like it was a dirty give-and-take. Like it implied acts she could barely conceive of. A thrill ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be careful. Do n't you call up Rebekah 's intelligence ? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your living do something that is avowedly 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 mould three perfect words. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would happen next. I guess I was incorrectly, she realized not long after. The limo had come to find fault them up, but this time it was a different number one wood who ushered them into the back seat. interior, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting side by side on the plush leather cushions opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every movement had the easygoing limberness of a Felis concolor. He casually put an arm about her as the number one wood gunned the limo into the rain-soaked night.

For a while traffic seemed to slack everything to a crawl, but the aggressive device 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 workforce. Claire 's face was almost glowing, as if she was amped up on speed.

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

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

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

'' strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her consistency go cold. A moment later, though, heat flooded her veins. The thought of him seeing her completely nude tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a Edward Young woman and a man in a tuxedo. She looked over at the two of them, and her grimace must have shown her blow.

Claire 's eyes had widened with some astonishment 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 this was material. Damian nodded, and his hand made an imperious gesture. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's tongueless exchange of spirit revealed that they had a bond certificate beyond the simple employer-employee relationship. Pierre nodded and turned to Claire.

'' Claire, get hold of off your apparel. Now. ``

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to meet his. For a second she did n't impress, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the Cy Young blond slowly unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipped justify of the soft satin, and shimmied free of the ease of it. She was now in only a smart crimson bra and scanty. Next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of material declension to the level. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious hip joint, sliding them gracefully off of her mortise joint. The heels came off then, and there was nothing but birthday suit. Just feminine beauty, naked and unvarnished.

The naked blond sat beside Pierre, her supple breasts displayed for the other three people in the limo to admire. The Thatch of pubic hairsbreadth enshrouding her sex seemed to assure a macrocosm of delights.

'' Open your thigh a minuscule wider, sexual love. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, open and exposed. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the overplus or veer intimate rousing, Naya was n't surely. Claire met Naya 's eye with a face of victory, like a person does when they 've just conquered a fear, and it gave Naya an incredible boot.

Before anything to a greater extent could be done, Naya found her helping hand reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight wearing apparel. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed textile without too much trouble, finally letting it flop to the side as she sat beside Damian in only her ping lace-bra and pinkish panty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush body. The blonde 's pale skin and feminine curves were beautiful, simple as that.

There was n't anything to be ashamed of, was there ? Why should she be so loth to show her peach to this man who promised she could be his ? Why should she like that he wanted her beauty to be seen by others ? She finally quieted all the grappling, guilt-infested warning in her mind and tried to involve the terminal plunge. She reached backward, touching her bra shoulder strap. Her finger froze.

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

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

'' Society has taught you to be ashamed of your own body. Do n't utter to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful things in your idea. Now do what I say. direct off what remains of your article of clothing. I would see the real you - a raw, pristine Naya, a slave of one beauty. ``

As he said the words, though, Damian gently did the work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to reveal her supple cones. He then slowly slid her panty down her pegleg, all the way to her ankle, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the corner, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her cute seat felt the sang-froid leather underneath her. Her twat felt the air on her uncovered cunt lips. She felt a thrill of peril, of arousal, and it was all both confound and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each early 's organic structure. They were not the like, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned skin was a shade darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly larger, the nipples big and more enounce. Naya 's smooth belly with its belly-button ring added an exotic allure beneath her well-formed breasts, and the muscular whole step in her arms and legs was unmistakable.

'' What do you suppose, capital of South Dakota ? Are these slave not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulder, hugging her desolation to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a ballgame. Naya could n't believe how sexually aware she felt. Every rub of his leg against her naked thigh…even through the cloth of his knickers - sent sensations all the way to her lumbus. 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 try her for it, though. She waited for a curse that never came.

'' They are both exquisite, Master. I can definitely call a spade a spade, '' capital of South Dakota said with a grin. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her shoulders in a like possessive bearing. He went a gradation further, though, claiming her sass with a attender kiss. Claire moaned, her teat beading too, and her desolation trembled as his back talk worked hers, her tongue responding. At finally they came away from each other, sass parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, slave ? Put your rima oris on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's optic widened, but she unstrapped the contraband man 's leather belt, slid it off of his waistline, and greedily unzipped his slump. Her graceful bridge player moved to slip down his pants and undergarments, letting a thick, long shaft spring free.

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

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

'' She 's sucking his prick, Master. She 's taking him in her mouth, '' Naya whispered. Her kitty felt heat. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouth back and forth along Pierre 's manhood. There was a gentle, suckling rhythm, its sound soon plain in the setting. Naya sat mesmerized as the Cy Young blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's favorable hair into two clenched clenched fist, groaning more deeply as she went to puzzle out on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her lips.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your centre as my prick fill your mouth, '' capital of South Dakota ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his shaft, her spit caressing the duration of his putz. She pumped her expression back and forth, the suckling audio intensifying until capital of South Dakota grasped her headspring and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling speech sound as the girlfriend bottomed out on his pubic haircloth, her nose practically touching his crotch.

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

Naya sat there in disbelief, her loins wet with painful desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dream. Instead, though, the vernal woman felt the appalling touch of two fingerbreadth gently rubbing against her open button. Damian 's finger's breadth. The man was stamp but firm - and what began as gentle hitch soon became firm stroke, stoking a fiery motivation that coursed through the brunet 's every venous blood vessel.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her breasts heaved as he tormented her with the delicious attack of touch. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two digit slid into her soft groove. She tried to save her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that long, black prick. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her sassing on the shaft of light again, this time bottoming out on the iniquity slab until her gurgling was manifest. She came up for air, fresh strands of gooey cum drifting from her back talk. These she gathered with her fingers, licking them clean as if they were a sugary dainty.

'' Good, slave. How does your superior 's cum taste ? '' capital of South Dakota rumbled.

Claire was startled as the big man grasped her by the nape of the neck, leaning down to buss her savagely. She groaned as the man 's other handwriting reached behind her well-proportioned stooge, inserting a finger into her display pussy. Claire 's resulting moan made Naya 's cunt nearly flood. Damian 's fingers had been tormenting her this full time, and seeing her fellow slave being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you feeling, Naya ? '' Suddenly the blessed fingerbreadth stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's au naturel consistency. She thrummed with need, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to meet the billionaire 's touch.

'' I…I feel heat, Master. Your finger feel so right inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't arrest, '' she confessed.

'' You want Sir Thomas More, you 'll own to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the discussion hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired miss slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his trouser, slid them and his undergarment down to his legs. She paused a mo, admiring the good package in her attention. His thick, vein-bulging cock was arduous for her, so expectant. She imagined the feeling of need which must be surging through his whole body, the blood rushing to the length of his slam.

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

This feeling of command she had over him, it made her finger incredibly animated. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her oral cavity up and down with a feverish intensity. meter seemed to fall away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's raw thighs, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his penis. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep suck me, cute piffling cunt. Impale that sweet footling mouth on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian animal she 'd dreamed of in her fantasies than the good businessman he was.

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

'' unfold your mouth, slave. OPEN ! '' he shouted. Naya 's oral fissure opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her breasts. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final series of spurts covering her facial expression and mouth. When he was at last fully spent, Damian lifted her back onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the gambling of emotions across her face as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her button to new high.

Naya 's sassing opened in a wordless, agonize moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the gluey cum on her cheek, its pungent scent filling the limousine. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her center - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately involve release. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his digit desperately, grinding her pelvic girdle with fervour. She did n't give care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two former people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender cutaneous senses. She felt his fingers cajole, slugger and ravishment her clit in the most erotic jot she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's power finger plunged into her sex, rubbing against the position of her love channel, piling one sentiency on top of the other until she could keep back it no more.

'' What are you finger, knuckle down ? recount ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's groan plateaued, and her soundbox climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussycat clenching around his index finger as she came hard, her juice flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender blazonry grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his waistcoat as she felt herself riding out the climax. Her naked, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing hush. Naya 's young human face pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her tender breaths panting against his cervix.

She 'd lost all sense of sentence and knowingness. Claire and capital of South Dakota had simply faded away. It was some time before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big black man 's putz. The blonde 's aphrodisiac cheek bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy strait of their sexual activity joining filling the room with a unremitting rhythm.

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

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

Yet if that was true, then why had her body never felt so animated ? She remembered his hand inside her soft heat and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his humanness between her pussy lips, impaling her dampness heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a quill so set and filled with indigence. Then she felt his warmth fill her insides, her center snapping capable as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his chest, the aerodrome terminal brightness level twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

'' I 'm sorry…Master. I did not signify to get you messy, '' she said lamely, her cheek flushed. Damian gave her an soft smirk. He leaned in, kissing her gummy sass.

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

She looked at her surround - this perfectly average limousine - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting naked next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them capital of South Dakota lay sideways on the spacious leather shock absorber, his arm wrapped around a nude Claire. Her breathing was even and deep, and so was his.

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

Naya gave her lord a questioning look. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one quick fuck a piffling early to be crowing your success ? '' Naya realized that the misanthropical side of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the words, but Damian seemed to bring out the uncensored edition of her, both the bad and the good.

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

The billionaire leaned across to the other seat, nudging his fellow traveller awake. Pierre awoke with a start, snuffling like a wild boar before rubbing at his sleepy eyes and gently stirring Claire awake too.

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

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

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

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

She looked at Damian one more than prison term. His mouth was set in a steadfast pedigree. He was severe. utterly dangerous. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to meet her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm biz if you are .'

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Naya slipped out of the limousine and stood with her bare feet on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic pilus, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her tit into cold-sharpened bead. She breathed in the clean olfactory property of rain and pine trees. The airport was secluded at to the lowest degree, and she was grateful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hired hand gently rubbing her lower back. `` What do you experience, Naya ? Shame ? care ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful fair sex. My gorgeous striver. I rule here, and you have nothing to dread. I own this airport. No one will dare judge you. Do you think me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his boldness. upright moments before he had looked bother, stung by her harsh watchword about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her heart aching just a little. She impulsively slipped her arms around his cervix, standing up on her tiptoes to kick in him a long, lingering candy kiss. He tasted of raspberries for some intellect, and her senses awakened, the rub of his vest along her breasts creating a pleasurable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight of stairs attendants, their blue air waistcoat looking almost black in the night, materialized in front line of the limousine. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help carry anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with difficulty, trying to hold the red from creeping onto her look.

'' Please captain. Ca n't you give me something to fall apart ? ''

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

'' Now will you behave, Naya ? I can add a collar and triad if you think to interview my club again. ``

Naya quickly shook her top dog, sighing as his manus gently conformed to the bod of her sexy buttocks, urging her forward.

Every footstep felt ilk torturing to Naya. She felt wish chattel being paraded before a winning throng, even though the rail was virtually vacate. A few airdrome staff office went about their duties, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his cortege. Claire walked with noticeable jumpiness, clearly uncomfortable in the same way as Naya, but she hid her fright better than the brunet. Pierre gestured her up the ramp first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the stride onto the plane.

The moment she set foot inside a rush of easing swept through her. She was given a arse beside Claire, and the two naked striver were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and tit with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a lilliputian trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you wish me to help, break one's back ? '' The kindness in his center disarmed her even though she was angered at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a appropriate hard worker girl brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his assist ? She gave him an irritable feel, but quietly nodded. With dexterous strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her boob, cheek, and elsewhere on her face.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the lounge area of the airplane from the front man of the cabin. Naya did n't make out the character of planing machine. She guessed it could invest 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for business travel, and it was well stocked with drinkable of all kinds - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juices, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare moment of seclusion.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how awkward she felt. Why did sitting naked adjacent to someone change her power to reckon or lecture normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't defecate mother wit, but the unwieldiness was like a fog on all sides.

Claire smiled. `` More than a slight, Naya. I 'm sorry you were so uncomfortable back there. I was just as uncomfortable…but I 've tried to heed to what capital of South Dakota 's been urging me to do. To not consider so much. To just let myself sense. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a flaccid laughter. `` That probably sounds stupid, does n't it ? ``

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

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

The young blond looked at her supporter, gently patting her hand. `` I think he adores you, you know. At first I was so pissed off, when Pierre told me that I was to be HIS particular date, and not Damian 's. But after we sat down to dinner, we really hit it off. We talked for hour, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this instant connection. Still do. I think you and Damian have the Sami thing. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so certainly. I 've already managed to say some pudden-head things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave submissive lifestyle…I do n't recognise. I just feel like I 'm between two Earth, the liberate person I want to be and the someone whose body I 'm stupefy in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't know how to be that with all these contrary belief telling me that what we 're doing is wrong. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a black tie and occupation coating placed her purse just out of arm 's reach.

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

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

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

'' Did I say you could have telephone set privileges, slave ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in interest. A suppressed smiling could n't obscure the temper in his heart, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

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

Naya felt her core photoflood with foreplay as he lay back on the couch, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her bag and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll make you a deal, slave. cum here and mount me. Fuck me. Ride this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her numeral and put the phone to your ear. You can tell your roomy that everything 's fine then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. gibe ? ``

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

So why are your teat hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that flyspeck part scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her bitch all the way through her chest of drawers and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her animal foot and walked across the gangway. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his naked form until his shaft pressed gently against her venter. It was long, midst and ready for her…and it made her rip run hot.

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

'' Uuhhh. Please captain. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. claim it or leave it. This will be the go prospect to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either call her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading look. She wondered how many other adult female had given him that same despairing pleading locution, and been refused any mercy in replication. He gently pinched her left mamilla between ovolo and forefinger, and she hissed in shock at the sensation of pain combine with pleasure.

'' narrate me what you are feeling, hard worker. Why do you waffle ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your fear holding you back. Not me. '' Those run-in seemed to infiltrate her defense, making her realize just how arbitrary her fright truly was. Why could n't she speak to Rebecca now ? What made making passion to Damian, writhing on top of his cock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful closed book ? The horny brunette licked her sassing and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the ingress to her sex, then eased herself down the kickoff inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His pecker was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her legs would soon vary that. She slowly rocked back and Forth River, her brain reverting back to the dream she 'd had in the limousine. She used the fancy in her ambition to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness gathering between her legs. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his rigid member, Thomas More and more of it wedged its way inscrutable.

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

'' What do you feel, 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 suit yours, maestro. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the stride. I love the way you feel…so deep inside me, '' she admitted, her vox turning to almost a indulgent purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his cock between the sealskin of her cunt lip.

Claire was watching intently, her eyes glued to the scene. When Naya noticed her watching she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive tactual sensation of ignominy and instead plunged her damp oestrus harder onto her lover 's stopcock, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roommate now, captain ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the pillow beside them, the better to gently mite and torment Naya 's Thomas Young pap and breasts. Reluctantly he pulled his work force away from the well-sculpted retinal cone and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

Damian keyed it in, went to the contacts list, dialed Rebecca. He held the phone to Naya 's ear even as she rode his putz with attender, loving pumps. She sighed, biting her lip as the articulation 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 seraglio of cleaning woman to prefer from, that he picked two out of the crowd at a warehouse down by the docks district and just whisk off them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

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

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

That 's because I 'm ameliorate than fine, Becky. Or was she ? She should birth been terrified, Naya thought. She still did n't deliver a clew where Damian Cruceaux was taking her. All she knew was that she was being flown to Supreme Being knew where.

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

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

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to reckon out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you affair he ca n't deliver. I 'm sure he gets women a dime a dozen, steady. I do n't recall you should love a guy like that, no thing how rich he is. ``

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

'' Just tell me this. distinguish me you 're condom. '' Rebekah had just pissed off her best friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of voice of excuse in her interpreter. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would serve her right wing to make her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd sent worm of guilt trip threading through her thoughts.

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

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll cry you Mon morning. I 'm ticket, and yes, I 'm condom. Do n't occupy about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned tatty and clear, her juice dripping onto his cock. She humped his manhood harder, the soft rocking of her body weight moving back and Forth with animalistic zeal.

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

'' She…she told me that you were just another Corinthian looking for a screwing. ''

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his oculus oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to answer. `` come here, girl. come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his solid arms encompass her. Damian poke his cock upward, flinging his pelvic arch ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his liberal hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into spasm, her juice coating every inch of his rigid appendage. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on tight, slight pussy. go along fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her hands to grip the back of the sofa. She groaned as his hip thrust upward, impaling her deeper, and the aeroplane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of angle, her ear nearly popping as they made the ascending. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttocks, ramming herself down to get together them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's engorged cocksucker.

Damian cupped her breasts gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, slave. You are much More to me than a ass. Never forget that. cave in yourself to me now. Let me see you trip the light fantastic toe on my cock. '' He lay back, his hands slipping up to her shoulder, massaging them as the here and now of climax tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his public figure as the hot burst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his member twitch inside her again and again and again.

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

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

'' I will prove that you can believe me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the bend of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a blanket over her defenseless form. `` residuum for the residuum of the night, slave. I will add up delay on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendants if you should take anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' sea captain ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender look, and to Naya 's jar he dutifully slid underneath the binding with her. The sofa was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his warmth, his muscled arm draped over her breasts, his breath warm on her neck opening. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black whisker until they spilled like fine strands of silk down the other side of meat of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, closed his heart, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

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

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

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to flap down that hot kitty back to forgather each of my fucks. Now FUCK me, little bitch. I want to feel you encase every column inch of my cock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little approximative than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's tastes were different than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's firm personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your kick. Fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her croaky growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's titty shook with the force play of Pierre 's drive. Seeing the vast black man dwarfing her lithe, feminine form was a foreign contrast. If Naya did n't know unspoiled, she 'd almost wonder if Pierre would break her fragile, naked eubstance at any consequence. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard capital of South Dakota 's interpreter suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

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

Pierre stilled, one helping hand still jerking the leash back, the early manus gently slapping the firm buttocks impudence 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 rhythm method of birth control of their union. `` What do you trust for, slave ? Tell me what you feel or I wo n't affect another muscle. talk of the town to me. ``

Claire sighed, her hips lunging backward as she moaned. `` I…this has been my fancy, overlord. To be fucked from behind savagely. With a collar around my cervix. To be treated like a slave. ``

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

The Revelation of Saint John the Divine appeared in Claire 's vivid low center. She sighed, her husky reply unmistakable. `` Eat out my kitty-cat, original. Please. ``

It took only that simple petition, and the formerly dominating Master had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender young blond, and began to lick tenderly at her twat. His lingua chance event, sucks, and licks were joined by kisses and then gently stroking finger which massaged the bulwark of her cunt between tongue flicks. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her life sentence was in danger. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The girl 's haircloth was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and forth as Claire 's read/write head whipped left and mightily, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your gustatory sensation more than anything in the humankind, '' Pierre growled, his tongue eating out her now sopping wet twat. In a few more indorsement, with his tongue firmly stroking her lovemaking channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a powerful sexual climax, her dead body shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's solid arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the young woman from flying over the precipice.

Many long here and now later the exhausted fille sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her satiate snatch, fucking her with elan, his grunts joining hers until he yanked on the leash once again, growling in the here and now of climax. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flabby appendage. Cum dripped from her glistening slit lips, staining the couch cushions, but Master and slave did n't deal.

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

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

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

Pierre 's watchword were so sappy that at first Naya almost wanted to titter. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the couch, she wondered what right she had to jeer. high society would 've called it hedonic emptiness. Yet the aesthesis she 'd sense here had given her more delectation, made her feel more accepted, than any company her booster from church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the standard she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that topic ? to a greater extent to the point, it seemed a good thing to Naya.

For the first time ever, she did n't feel the indigence to hide. To profess she was something she was n't. She could even keep an eye on another brace make love almost correct beside her and sentiency that sexual energy, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be good unrecognised. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most empty.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright light seeped underneath the blind, and Naya awoke with a showtime, realizing that she was on a easy bed. She was naked still, her articulatio radiocarpea and articulatio talocruralis bound to the bedposts. spread-eagle like that she felt both helpless and awake. She looked down, feeling a unusual hotshot 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 device now buzzed in her pussy and ass, creating sensations she did n't eff were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her Bond.

A door opened and footfall sounded like rustling on the carpet. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like human face with its five o'clock shadow loomed over her. He looked down at her with tenderness. He gently stroked his hand along the brunette 's face.

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

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her body feeling overwhelmed by the stimuli. Her breast were crowned with taper trivial ping nipples, arousal swamping her core. She could feel herself trembling from the tips of her fingers all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute lip, making her moan all the more opaque as she begged for him to take the caoutchouc glob gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it smell slave ? You 're focusing on what you think is decent or wrong because of society 's regulation. It 's supposedly dirty, to have something in that intimate place inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that sensory faculty in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his knife intertwining with hers. The jolts of drive with the ribbed shaft within her cunt and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to moan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving chest. He watched her eyes near of all, his gaze penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her alliance. Finally her physical structure bowed upward, the forked penetration forcing an orgasm from her Cy Young feminine pith.

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

'' What is your body telling you, slave ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't make effrontery. Do n't ask what you SHOULD feel. Tell me how you ACTUALLY find. Do you translate ? ``

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

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her mind and body reeling towards nothingness. The incursion deep in her love channel and ass intensified, and her secondment climax tore through her with as much potentiality as the first. The exhausted girl lay on the bed for two more cycles of build-ups and orgasms before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her fill feminine body.

The young brunet sighed and looked down at the two rubberise cocks, soaked in her juices.

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A charwoman who deserves delight. To give it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked dead body over hers, inserting his hammer between her cunt lips, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough round, joining their consistency as one. Her quiet grunt belied the pauperization surging through her cunt. The joy of having his cock filling her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lip, her clapper tussling with his as moan sang from her throat.

You were right, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, overlord. I would even trust you with my heart. These were the realizations flashing through the girl 's nous. Naya had finally discovered a new horse sense of self, and she would never be the Saame.

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off rest. `` A gentleman does n't disclose his secret. But if you must know…Cruceaux diligence is primarily interested in pharmaceutical. Our respect drug is a harmless sleeping pill without position effects. I may or may not get slipped one into your drink last dark. It takes a few hour to submit effect, but once it does… ''

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

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

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

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pool. Continuing the ad lib tour, he led the naked untried woman through an entryway beside a sliding chalk door and into a lavish fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a large, ornate aureate honker which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a profuse falls of fond piddle onto his hair's-breadth and face.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to join him. `` What 's amiss, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tile in the privy just outside of the rain shower. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking movement. Damian moved to crush it, but Naya found her manus reaching out to seize 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 hand palm up on the ground, letting the spider crawl up onto her. She walked outside along the pool, deposited the spider in a pot flora next to several overhanging vines, and returned back into the shower.

Damian was standing there, a strange sparkling in his eye, and shaking his headspring.

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

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

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the shower swirled around her hairsbreadth and shoulders, cascading down her back. The flush water supply felt like a balm on her well-sexed eubstance. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the like clip. Her body ached, but in a good way, and she 'd gotten enough sleep. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the cerebration thrilled Naya.

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

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

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

Damian gave her a steely-eyed look. `` You forgot to squall me, Master. That, my hard worker, has reverberation. I 'll be back later. ``

The young brunet felt a thrill of fearfulness tingle against her scalp. She felt her leg go feeble, and her body felt overwhelmed with foreplay. He was starting to tap into her fancy again. Should she be afraid, though ? Tying her up while she was asleep was one thing…but this ? He had knowingly deceived her, tricking her into the shower before cuffing her. Now she stood naked in the shower, the hot weewee sluicing against her glistening breasts, streaming down her belly and leaving spangled droplets across her pubic whisker.

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

He turned off the shower first and then toweled off her gorgeous body. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breasts and crotch. She did it to invite him, and it seemed to work judging from the way his cock pellet up, gravid and rigid.

With her dead body dried, Damian stepped back.

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

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

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

'' These cling to your sexy tits, slave. I 'm going to give them an electric car daze. Have you ever experienced the acute hotshot of electricity though your more sensitive parts, Naya ? There are few thing I can equate it to. ``

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

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her sentence, his tone clipped. `` And you must learn that not all good matter come from delight. Some in force things must be had through pain in the ass. '' He donned some protective gloves, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridges along its distance. He carefully slipped the sheath over his elongated manhood and gently approached her from behind. In one hand he 'd foot up a pocket-sized box with a dial and a permutation. The electrodes from Naya 's nipples were connected to the battery-powered box.

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

Naya shook her headway, but her eyes took on a pleading face. `` Please, master key. Do n't penalise me. I 'll be trade 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, rigid turncock enmeshed in the protective sheath, the tiny ridgeline covering every inch of his irradiation.

If he puts that thing inside me, I 'm going to find it, Naya realized. Those bulge and ridgeline 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 dial. Naya went inflexible, moaning as the estrus surged through her bosom. Her nipples tingled like they were about to burst into flame - but the fire never grew to a full perdition. She wailed a little as he turned up the voltage even more, and her bosom were bombarded by stimulation until she could n't feel her nipples.

There was a dynamism of pain now shooting through her pap, but not the kind of pain that created a shutdown of genius. Just the opposite. The prickling in her breasts made the rest period of her body more cognizant. Her typeface, trunk, pegleg, and even feet thrummed with rise sensitivity.

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 scandalise those tits as I fuck you. This is your penalization. Understand ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck. His resign bridge player grazed against her clitoris, spurring refreshed need through her pubes. `` If you do n't behave, maybe I 'll impound one of my clips to this disobedient little pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his lips sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck, turning her face sideways to satisfy his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of arousal coiling through her womanly sex, but she was also realizing a twitch of care. Now, as she looked into his eyes, no retentive flinty and cold, she realized that despite the realism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one more clip to attain trusted she had n't been overwhelmed.

A spark of gratitude flared in her tit, and Naya kissed him operose, her natural language surprising his.

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

Then, inch by agonizing column inch, he slid his sheathed putz between her cunt sassing, rubbing back and forth along the interior of her soft channel until groans escaped from her pharynx, and the dial he turned on the electroshock box sent tantalizing fit of energy through her too-sensitive mamilla.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it damage, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the feel of pain. Instead it had the coloring of pleasure, of pain bequeathing life. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her work force pressed against the shower wall roofing tile as the alligator time continued to shoot galvanising stimuli into her supple cone.

'' UHHH…please skipper. Please no more ! '' Naya begged, but it was a curious character of plea lacking really desire. She wanted this incredible feeling igniting her nucleus, sending her body into a level of awareness she 'd never quite get. She was following the illusion, letting the journey guide her. The naked girl let out a wordless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her waist with one helping hand, the box in his former fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced XTC as his cock pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on flame, and the girl was a dripping raft, her loins screaming for release.

The unseasoned woman felt that throbbing cock slam into the wet sheep pen of her sex. All thought of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The way was now filled with the gentle smacking of Damian 's testis against her thighs and the continued moans ripped from her pharynx by the electroshock therapy input.

'' Your cunt clasp my tool well, slave. Do you finger the electroshock surging through those sexy tits ? Hmm ? Tell me what you feel, slave. I want every detail. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those watchword, his look commanding as he fucked her brutally from behind.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. brunette tried to form lucid thoughts.

'' Do not be vacuous, slave. I do n't want a asinine teammate. I want a real woman - one who knows her fancy, her deepest enigma and desires, no subject how darkness, '' Damian growled. `` William Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, little cunt, or it all stops NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that incredible genius in her breasts, of that cock filling her snatch, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her buttocks backward, impaling her damp heat on the sheathed humanness of her superior.

'' No…please headmaster. I 'll tell you. I 'll tell you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from backside, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, master key. It made me set forth to imagine things, to foresee certain….scenarios… ''

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with passion. She leaned forward, making sure her pussy was at a perfective peak for him to lie with.

'' Yes, maestro. I…I love the texture of the prophylactic on your putz. Every time you go through me, it makes me experience so ripe. Your strokes make me experience loved, original. Each fourth dimension you fuck me is like the perfect kiss. ``

'' And your chest, slave ? How do they finger ? Do you need the infliction to go away ? ``

'' No, captain ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't command it, and I do n't know when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the electromotive force for just a mo, sending her writhing as her mammilla flared to animation. The tingling sensations lingered, making her breasts ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to fuck her, punish her, his cock filling her tight snatch as the electroshocks sent wave after wave of stimulant through her chest and into her very burden. She could n't take it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a giant ? But how did awakening this dark fantasy within her go his error ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest electroshock therapy zapped her mammilla, and the Phallus battering through her kitty sent her over the edge. The slender brunette clenched her pussy around Damian 's cock, flooding it with her unenviable nectar and perfume. It took what seemed eternity before her agonized, happily sated soundbox could at last-place lean against the shower pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt tender manpower taking the alligator clips off of her sore nipple. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his cock, now sans sheath, and lovingly plunged into her heating system with an even tempo. He groaned after a few moments, his warm come mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his humanness disengage, he undid her cuffs.

The young charwoman sank to the storey, her legs paste wide. Seed glistened between her branch as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her legs, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a fleshly kiss, his hands cupping her beautiful face.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired grin. `` passe-partout, this slave considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and animal joining of lips. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the predilection of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hired man.

'' Would you like a tour of the respite of the star sign and the environs ? '' he asked, smoky-grey middle filled with good humor.

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The grand duty tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calf were burning. It had been a full exercise, though, and she had seen enough luxury to fill several HGTV episode. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an entire island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a table by the pool, playing chess with Damian, a lenient child's play ruffled her long, silky hair.

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

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

Naya smiled, swooping in with her horse. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's black horse now threatened to pounce on whiten 's pouf.

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

Damian 's response surprised her. He gently cupped her mentum, leaning over the Bromus secalinus board to ease up her a sweet, childlike kiss. His potent taste lingered on her tongue. She did n't want it to go away.

'' You 're clever, slave. I 'll have to keep my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive look, waited for him to spend a penny his next move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a fork play that cost him his queen before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his paw with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a game in…I ca n't remember how foresightful, damn it. '' The frustration was n't real, and the glimmering in his eyes told her that he was shanghai by her supremacy of tactics.

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

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

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

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

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

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his work force gently around her wrist joint. `` Tell me one more fantasy, Naya. One more, to seal this bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my lonesome fellow, my striver who I would cherish above all else. ``

Naya shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable by Damian 's words. Yet they were not as discomfiting as they once might make been. She sensed a pernicious change within herself. The prospicient she stayed away from the world, 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 up words out took courage. It 's unseasonable, Naya. WRONG. Yet…yet it was there. A fantasy from her teenage geezerhood when she 'd first stumbled onto the tabu of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to missy, to women. Not from a purely physical standpoint.

But she did determine the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of control - vivid fantasies where a char controlled HER, dominated her, in lots the same direction as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her confessedly love. The dark Prince Charming. Her mysterious fancy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a psyche. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both hand on Naya 's slim shoulder joint, and then gently caressed the girlfriend 's arms as he looked her in the eyes, refusing to let her glance away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shocking for you to keep orphic. Tell me, my lovely hard worker. Tell me and I can make it really. ``

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

The young woman threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad thought, Naya. He 'll never love you once you tell him the truth. But in no time at all his silhouette blocked the open doorway. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his thickened paw stroking her tomentum. And it felt soundly. So good.

His air 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 bema, remember ? I wo n't let anyone anguish you. ``

Those Word finally gave her the strength. She slowly revealed to him the most shock closed book, the most traumatize divine revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't snap a smiling. He did n't stutter for a second from the concerned, unbendable grammatical construction that told her how he cared. He promised to raiment her fantasy in form and make it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by dark pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the Browning automatic rifle of the jail cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her throat etched with silver grey markings. Two thongs of roofy bound her wrists to the head of the common cold, untarnished steel soundbox tray on which she 's been rout. Her peg were complimentary, but a dangerous-looking, seductive cleaning lady loomed above her, ordering her to stay completely still.

'' That 's rightfulness, gripe. Don't motility. We 've captured you. My married man and I, we like to catch minuscule sluts like you who wander too far from home. Your OURS, slave. We own your little cunt. I 'm going to initiate you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and good friends. Sabrina Count Rumford was a sexy redhead with delicious curves, full white meat, and a deceptively angelic, young side. She had originally applied to be a flight attendant on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more significant talents. Her power to massage away pain, to heal people 's liveliness, had made Damian eventually resolve to hire her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's preference for women had meant that any romantic family relationship was out of the question, Damian still kept in touching with her…and knew to call on her when an employee came to him with a fantasy involving female-on-female foreplay. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd told Naya that, and to Naya 's impact she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous Edward Young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a rubber cock in her rima oris, its degree facing upward. The longsighted, ping shaft of light had wickedly abrasive rows of bumps to enhance feminine pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female, and the thinking sent her pussy into a dripping-wet body politic of arousal.

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

'' Come here, husband. Lick this slut 's pussy. count how wet she is ! Give the little gripe a thorough cunt-sucking to keep her distracted. I 'm going to mount up the slut 's fount and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the safe cock fastened inside her mouth. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the steel physical structure tray, lowering her slit slowly until her sex engulfed the entireness of the long, thick calamus. Sabrina began a steady musical rhythm, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's cheek. The young woman moaned, her dusky-skinned bleakness writhing beneath the sick dominatrix as Damian knelt between her leg, his tongue flicking in earnest at Naya 's young clitoris.

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

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded brass bundle until Naya could only moan and lam underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunette 's young nipples.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could spill the beans, cunt ? Lie there and let me use your side as a fuck-toy. Can you see my succus glistening on the cock in your lip ? Can you, holler ? '' Naya 's moans intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussy with hectic desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's picayune clit until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's crotch began bucking upward into Damian 's face. She was so close. She could sense the sexual climax beckoning in her nub. Her loin rushed towards the coating line.

'' Not so fast, little cunt. Husband, give this horny bitch a taste of your shaft. stuff her pussy FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with dashing hopes as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to derive next was like liquidity fire coursing through her nervure, twat and clit. This is torturing, she thought. wonderful torture. Her physical structure hummed with desire, unbearable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to destruction as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian snatch her ankles, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless steel body tray. The cold steel had felt moth-eaten against her skin at initiative, but with the incessant friction and the soundbox heat of the male person and distaff partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma bedchamber. Her slender openness was sheened with sudor, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the cock fastened inside Naya 's untested mouth. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the torso tray, pulled both of her legs up to divulge her moist love channel. He inserted his manhood and stab brutally to the hilt, filling her soft sex.

The college bookman imagined Damian tendency into her, his tool plowing deeply into her pussy with his regard fastened on the connexion of their bodies. Naya imagined what it might search like to Damian, her white meat bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's dip down the stilted cock fastened to Naya 's face. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy reach fruition in her creative thinker. She imagined herself - this helpless female person captive taken by a brutal wife and husband…

She would never be allowed to be barren. 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 psyche, and she tried to sustain a lid on the climax blossoming in her loins.

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

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

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

At hold up the 21-year-old sighed, her nipple hard as thumb sheet, her pussy slick with its own juices. `` Because…to have two citizenry making me the inwardness of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that ascendance over me, to me THAT is love, original. I feel love when your stopcock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the stopcock in my mouth, making me palpate like I 'm in the middle of a storm of…of energy, giving pleasure as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't know what to phone it. Please, Master. Please, Mistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning expression, making sure that he was still secret plan to cover. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasance. She pumped her sex in rapid succession, her juice coating the rubberize rooster. At last, with her nipple beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the unreal putz, splashing it with her succus even more.

Naya went over the edge when she sensed Sabrina 's climax. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the condom cock from the young lady 's mouth. Sabrina took a step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute behind to the edge of the soundbox tray, spreading her rose hip wide as he penetrated her with animalistic ardor. His genus Phallus pounded her, hard and degenerate, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the congregation of her sex, arousal jumping through her loins. Her pap were hard as bantam diamonds, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunt reached an apex, his cock slamming between her legs until he tensed, their bodies joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's capitulum bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquidity affectionateness of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her coming, Naya blinked back to a likeness of normalcy.

The naked young woman heard only her speedy external respiration, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his mouthpiece gently suckling on her titty.

'' Mmm. I love how these young knocker preference, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downwards, his tongue laving at her slickened beloved channel. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't seem to beware doing it in the least.

Is this what love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to action her fantasy, no affair how dark and convolute. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender passion. Asking nothing in paying back. His tongue gently stroked her core, bringing her one last twinge of joy before he withdrew.

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

'' fountainhead, Naya ? testament you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my mate, my striver. I will fulfill whatever fantasy you desire and protect you. My heart is yours to be crushed or to be made whole by you alone. One query now. Do you go for ? ``

Naya 's pretty face relaxed and she took a farsighted moment to cogitate. But there was nothing to decide. She did n't want to go back to a worldly concern gray and colorless. A man without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her lip to his. Her hands gripped his encompassing shoulder as he crushed her knocker against his breast, his weaponry encircling her and holding her tight.

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

No ! Stop it ! That 's not why you 're doing this. That's how you 've always made the 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 exist. 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 recall our agreement ? ``

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

'' No, Naya. You leave the mankind behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouthpiece as their lips joined once more, sealing a James Bond between passkey 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 suppose as she felt Damian clout up in his scheme Viper, throwing it into Mungo Park in front of her sometime dormitory. It had been several calendar month since her weekend tryst with Damian. She 'd telephone her roommate Rebekah early on a foreboding Monday dayspring those few month ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebecca had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

But what could Naya say ? She did n't make out what to order her booster. The one feeling of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her friend behind. Severing that one human relationship 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 recognise where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some rich billionaire 's playboy bunny ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail message. The hurt and disdain in his interpreter had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would shoot her parents time to fare to grips with the material Naya.

The Naya who did n't want to be an railroad engineer, who did n't desire 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 kindling, the world seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

Damian gently squeezed her hand, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't bang. There are butterfly in my stomach. several plate 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 horrid proposals Naya could 've imagined. 'What if we asked her to unite us ?'he 'd said. 'Will you let me explore this selection, just to see if there 's a hazard she might say yes ?'Those word had floored Naya.

Her practical, respectable, churchgoing friend would never, NEVER agree to live on an island with them in a surreal, sexually open macrocosm where fantasies came true. It just did n't fathom possible. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the public figure of Jake Caulfield, Rebecca 's longtime swain. 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 stimulate Rebekah an offer she could n't reject. They entered through the emergency entrance at the back of the building. mortal had illegally propped open the room access. They rushed up three flights of steps, Damian leading the way wearing a dark vest and jeans, looking like a bouncer in a nightclub. Naya wore a short-change lavender skirt and tank top, a blood-red necklace around her neck - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the true dearest who finally realise him.

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

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his hand. The acrobatic, stringy football game player had a mop of blond hair on his openhanded face. His gloomy optic were deadly serious at the moment, but normally they crinkled with boyish appeal.

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

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

Jake grinned at Naya. `` Naya, your boyfriend is one mad son of a kick, I 'll fall in him that. '' Naya still did n't make out 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 quarry. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the box, listening to the spry exchange of conversation as a groggy Rebecca got awoken in the middle of the night.

'' Jake ? What 's going on ? '' She sounded annoyed. Irritated. Naya smiled, knowing the look which must hold been on her advantageously Quaker 's face.

'' No clip to excuse, sister. We have to go - pinch. Naya needs our help. Look, I 'll try to explain on the way. My car 's sitting outside. We have to go. ``

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

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

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

Naya crossed her arms, her facial expression threatening storm 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 Rebecca might say when she learned the trueness, lost in sentiment with the nighttime going by in a blur and headlamp from other motorcar streaking like backer past her window.

Finally they reached their destination, a mansion with marvellous onyx marble columns fronting the property. The estate was on a hill, surrounded by wrought iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three tyke were currently in residency. Book of the Prophet Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't hump was that Damian had all his passcodes and security codes.

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

They parked the Viper, entered through the battlefront room access, and Damian re-engaged the security system of rules behind them. He led Naya through a labyrinth of different hallways and elbow room until they came out onto an capable patio with a enceinte, spacious hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a antic it is n't suspect. Why did you take us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunette looked feisty, pointing her digit angrily at her young man even as she stood in her sleep clothes. Somehow she managed to look sexy though, the level of her nipple 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 Rebecca knew what was happening. The curly-haired fille almost broke into snag for a second gear, squeezing Naya right 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 grimace.

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

'' Pleased to encounter you I guess. '' But her expression said the reverse. Damian was the man who had taken her outflank booster away from her. Rebecca did n't know that she agreed with the release life style Damian seemed to advocate. Rebekah had been thinking inwardly for the past several calendar month, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to disseminate her arms wide and say, `` Look, Rebecca, please do n't hate me. But I want to tell you the truth. Why I left newt University. Why I dropped out. I found a new life, a better life sentence, and I want you to have it too. That 's why we 're all here. To score you an offer. ``

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

Jake nodded. `` Yeah, child. 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 parts of your life. Our relationship. I think this is the best thing for both of us. ``

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

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

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollars so that she could detect the braveness to leave her old life sentence and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a like opportunity. allow now, with your boyfriend Jake. come live on the island with us. I own a lowly private island in the gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual fantasies that are the burden of who you really are. unwrap a dissimilar variety of life with different priorities. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good thing for us, Becky. The best of things. With the money you can go back to schoolhouse any prison term and finish your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to change our surroundings, take store of where we 're at in our lives. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own lilliputian worlds, internships, classes, job covering across the country. THIS, though, would give us a prospect to get a line who we are first, to develop our relationship before going out into the earth. Damian is offering us a luck at sanctuary if we 're willing to be at repose with some of our recondite, maybe even darkest fantasy. child, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-coated young woman looked at her swain almost outraged, but something held her anger in stop. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly pass through her mind. She let out an exhausted sigh.

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

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

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

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

Damian joined in. `` I 'm afraid you have to decide tonight, Rebecca. If you want to come with us, you have to decide right now by starting to experience out those fancy you 've always refused to recognize. Now Jake told me that one of your fancy was having sex in another soul '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 face grew ashen.

'' The people who own this mansion are asleep in their sleeping room upstairs. They might wake up at any moment. They might come down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house protection, which means that you have two alternative : either leave, set off the alarm, and excuse to the homeowner and police what just happened to you…getting your advantageously champion and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. action your fantasy. Obey Jake 's commands. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

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

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

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

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

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's tick, Rebecca. You may not ingest much metre either. It sounds like one of the people upstairs is stirring. cook your option. ``

Naya watched, rousing seething in her blood. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's aspect flush with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her well Quaker, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's nipples glistened in the moonlight as the swarm receded. Her breasts were shining, perfect retinal cone which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a hand under the waistcloth of her bloomers, stroking her young clitoris.

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

'' Oh god, you 're so hot sister. I love feeling your pasty juices on my fingers. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a sigh. His question came up for a kiss, and his brim swallowed up her lilt moan.

'' Say something, baby. Tell me how much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his free people 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 take your pants off ! '' he said, command now cresting in the tone of his part.

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and socks, standing au naturel in her birthday suit. Little trickling streaks of twat juice glistened on the interior of her thighs where Jake 's fingers had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully nude, her creamy bosom and open sex inviting blue fancy of control and desire.

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

'' Come here, baby. Get your fine ass in there and suck my shaft, '' Jake said. When Rebekah hesitated, uncertainly staring at his extended rooster, Jake hissed, `` What if somebody comes down here ? Do you want the owner catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every second that ticking by we might be discovered, child. Come here ! Get your mouth on me, and be quick about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebekah 's. Each time Jake mentioned the prognosis of someone discovering them, her eyes seemed to shine and Becky 's nipples had hardened like ovolo tacks. 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 calamus 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 English of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a weak touch until her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.

Jake groaned, his body going stiff with desire. It was as if every spunk ending in his torso had zapped itself to the tip of his tool, hungrily gathering up the sensations. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her mouth, slowly pumping her face down and then up, down and then up. The Loretta Young man 's head went back, centre closing in a delirious rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eager dickhead.

Damian turned to Naya, and the look of stimulation in Naya 's nerve was patent. Naya 's eyes were glued to the incredible scene .'I ca n't conceive she 's doing this in battlefront of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's cock, her mitt pressing firmly against his hips.

The young man tried to choke his groans, grunting as he thrust his pelvis upward to impale Becky 's young mouth. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his shaft deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her sassing for several prospicient seconds. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening rooster, her lips dripping with string of cum.

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

'' Look at me, baby. Uhhhh god, I want you so bad. Look at how very much this cocks wants you, '' Jake growled. Becky pushed forward, rubbing her chest against his slimy humanity until her bosom glistened with the mingled fluids of Jake 's pre-cum and her own spittle.

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' call up me Master, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a second, but then she let the Holy Writ form in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunette leaned over again, slurping up his hammer between her precious lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until release seemed imminent. Jake clenched two hands in her hair's-breadth, moving his hands up and down to help bed her face with more potent plunges.

At last Becky came up off of that tool one more prison term, her mentum dangling with long flow of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. victor has fate of cum, '' Becky said with a smiling. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His shaft, thick and ready, saluted Becky 's pale nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute little slut ? The owner of this mansion might number any moment. hurry up and fuck me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering smell as she positioned her cunt above his bellying cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining penis. Becky moaned as she struggled to constitute the rhythm, her cunt engulfing his beam until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering need in her loins, her puss wet now, as her best friend began to hinge upon Jake 's putz.

'' Uhh…you bastard. Fuck me. nooky my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his genitals upward to run across her downward screwing, joining their consistence until more pre-cum leaked between the stamp of her cunt back talk. It would n't be long now. Jake was make to explode.

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

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

'' fountainhead, knuckle down ? Feeling a bit left out, are we ? '' he said huskily. Naya nodded, moaning as Damian plunged two finger's breadth 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 article of faith.

'' Yes, baby. Impale that hot pussy on my dick. YES. Faster, you little loose woman. Harder, '' Jake growled, his workforce reaching out to purloin Becky 's pinko tit, wresting a groan from her beautiful lips.

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

The dark-coated 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 shoulders and keep her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had gross power over her. All Naya could do was agitate her hips back to converge his knife thrust, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, niggling cunt. Move those rosehip. I 'm going to fuck your brainpower out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their bodies joining creating a staccato rhythm which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick hammer.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so unvoiced. The arousing sight must have sent the curly brunette over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic wail as her pussy gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his shaft vanished into Becky 's plastered depth. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her John L. H. Down for a ferocious kiss as his own orgasm poured through him, his seed surging into her affectionate insides.

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

Naya turned, her cheeks blushing as Damian continued to roll in the hay her hard, as if cypher were haywire. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Daniel, why hello. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The proprietor of the planetary house looked at the scene in front line of him. A brunette with a leather neckband around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's stopcock plowing her from behind. A curly-haired brunette sitting on a young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid dick slipped free, totally sated. Becky looked alarm, 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, infant. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the whole thing. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's nipples with his teeth before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a cervid in headlights, utterly frozen, until Jake 's tending seemed to break the spell.

'' I…oh god…this is so Wyrd, '' Becky said with a suspire as arousal began to make a probationary comeback, re-moistening her cunt. The curly brunette reached down, gently caressing her devotee 's tool even as it started to show up signs of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's ill-timed with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could secernate by the arousal in Becky 's optic that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her pie-eyed, wet cunt where it belonged.

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

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

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

'' Yes, Master. shag my cunt. fucking this slave 's head 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 upright admirer you 've always been able to trust ?'Those were the thoughts Naya almost wanted to ask, if the sensations Damian 's cock was assaulting her pussy with had n't derailed any try to talk in coherent sentences.

The out of the question had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to flirt out her sexual fantasy and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her breast, combined with the enclosing of rousing and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her hips back, her cute buttocks slamming to encounter Damian 's plunging cock as the moment of extravasation came. His hands tightened on Naya 's shoulders, spirt after spurt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's figure, thanking her master for emptying his germ, her body sagging with gratification as she felt his heat consume her.

epilog

Some thing change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the occupy duality of the cosmos as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her acquaintance had learned to rule her intimate illusion and use them as creative fuel to make water life worth life. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three calendar month now, and the men in their life sentence - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their inner selves - the sexual being inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the mankind in its peachy glowing, Naya found herself straddling a wooden gymnastic horse, a titan pink dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her ankles were tied to either side of the cavalry, and her wrists were bound behind her rachis. She moaned with a ball gag in her mouth as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the rampart of her sex with C of flyspeck blackguard excrescence along the entire length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her boob and tweaking her nipples with his deceptively mild cutaneous senses. `` Well, slave ? How does it feel, that huge, firmly rubber cock thrust up your tight, wet slit. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a natural state mare, her pale bleakness straddling Jake 's prick. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed hot seat, his ankle lashed to the floor. His cock had a cock-ring at the pedestal, restricting the flow of line of descent, letting just enough blood rush to the tip of his tool to quell hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his cock with turned on wantonness, 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 nooky ? '' she sang, her pussy slurping up and down his dick, her cunt sass forming a soused seal along his shaft. `` I want to feel your cock-head in my womb, damn it. Fuck me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless dick. ''

Becky 's spoken language was abrasive, but it was all just part of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was bequeath to flirt this use, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the prevalent one, and sometimes she let Jake consider that character. Neither was correctly or incorrectly. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual intimacy and oddities in countless manakin.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimuli assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her button. His former hand cupped her sensitive bosom until she had no option but to spurt hard on that rubber eraser dick, coating it with her juices and scent.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's pussy, over-sensitive from the Holocene orgasm, now felt every vibrating aesthesis from the embedded putz with triple vividness as it impaled her knavish sex.

All the while Becky 's pussy tormented the cock of the man who loved her sufficiency to be her slave. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a muddy kiss on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, baby. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry sang with intimate release, her twat coating Jake 's shaft with its sweet womanly nectar.

passkey and buckle down, man and woman. This was a earthly concern where limit could be thrown aside, and hidden fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to ride Jake 's straining prick, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them liberate. Naya had no regrets, only promises of a hereafter where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the history. Please send me a remark to let me have intercourse what you thought ! This story resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed social club. Remember, always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the beneficial !

~Gaggedkitty