CHAPTER 1

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

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as deep as his characterization suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her seemed cynical, the oculus hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at to the lowest degree a ten her older, but his list look had somehow retained the magic spell of a a good deal young man. Damian 's middle were smoky grey. His figure was compact, and even under the dark purple clothes shirt, muscleman rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. adventurous, loose to possible action, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an evening and, if you play your identity card right, Damian might just hold on you for a patch. Offering : $ 2 million the first night. damage negotiable after that. Do you presume ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might suffer called her petite from a length, but she had noticeable bender and a torso that screamed feminine looker. She glanced in the mirror one last meter, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless sinister dress. It matched the calendered, charcoal-black hair that hung in wavy lushness a skillful few column inch past her shoulder joint. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a blowout for the path team at Triton University. She was also a elderly studying engineering.

The roomy behind her was like a gentle version of Naya. Rebecca 's unforesightful, curly hair and mischievous eyes were always looking for the adjacent put-on to play. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online advertisement.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just evidence me why ? We 're going to fine-tune in a few more months. Is this, like, some last dolt stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible adult ? Because I promise you, there are to a lesser extent dullard ways to do something madcap and fun. You do n't bang WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a consecutive killer for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to evidence her the trueness. That technology was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dream, not hers. Now that she was so closing curtain to achieving it, she did n't feel elated or even encouraged…she felt abandon. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her feel animated. She did n't desire to retrieve about the futurity, at least not for the sentence being. Running across the online ad in an obliterate forum had seemed like a cosmic signaling to Naya. loony or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to have what she hoped might be the Night of her biography, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

The eve began as Naya had hoped. Just on metre, 8PM, and the lunar month already hanging in the sky like a giant pale Frisbee, the sleek, black limousine pulled up to the AMEX near her dormitory. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the American Stock Exchange with her, wearing a much LE dressy jeans and a storage tank top. She gave her friend a good day hug.

'' Naya Santos, you take upkeep of yourself ! Hear me ? If anything, and I mean ANYTHING, happens - you call me. Or 9-1-1. Understand ? '' Naya looked into her admirer 's bear on center, fiery with that need to protect. She loved her roomie. This was her best friend, and she was touched how care Rebecca was for her.

'' Becky, you know I 'm not dazed. I promise to be deliberate. passion you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. call up that beau you 've been pining for the finally few Clarence Day, '' she said with a grinning, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to collapse her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed driver opened the door for Naya, and the college educatee got in before Rebecca could look for further payback. She waved at her champion as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pin tumbler and phonograph needle. A light rain began to fall, making the asphalt and construction glisten with a timbre Naya liked. It reminded her of magic. Wow, what a corny thinking. Do n't let your jitters make you say something stupid tonight, Naya reminded herself.

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

'' Hi. I 'm Naya. Where are we going ? '' she asked the device driver. She had caught the figure 'Pierre'on his nametag. The hulking blacken man had a shaved headspring and looked like he could 've played in the National football League with no difficulty. But he did n't even reply to Naya, just rolled up the partition window and turned on some pleasant jazz euphony that would 've drowned out any foster effort at communicating.

Naya frowned. The inaugural tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a remarkable rendering of Rebekah 's voice. As the minutes ticked by, still totally unaware of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of unlimited fright. Nearly 45 hour passed before Naya was ready to jazz on the partitioning and demand that 'Pierre'layover the vehicle and secernate her where the Hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limousine eased out of the rainwater, pulling to a stop in a wide storage warehouse base flooded with sparkle.

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

There were wrangle of beautiful young women. Many of them wore skimpy clothes, others wore part of greater elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the ornateness of the gowns and weightiness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look more mature than their years.

Naya quietly let Pierre pass her over to unite the pedigree of large girl. She stood beside a blonde lady friend in a promising red dress which had a unity strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulders and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't make love this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to sense uncomfortable.

A Melanerpes erythrocephalus on Naya 's other incline was wearing a sparkly green tank top and lightlessness slacks embroidered with dustup of shining beads. She turned with a critical smell in her emerald center. `` A skank is still a skank, no affair how fine the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged theatrical role on an meeting place melodic phrase. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the woman 's rudeness.

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

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blonde woman 's font. Her pretty drab eyes were wide-eyed and ingenuous now, but minute before they 'd been feisty and penetrative.

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

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

'' Yeah, I know it IS a footling over the top. Even though I do n't fit the dumb blond stereotype, sometimes I like to bet appearances and see how much the great unwashed assume. You can get wind a lot about citizenry by what they do or do n't ASSUME, '' she finished with a grin.

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant digit along the silk trim of her gorgeous Joseph Black dress. `` tinker's damn, char. This hugs your figure like the gown of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get points for flashiness, but you 've got a lot Sir Thomas More taste perception, '' she said with a sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two stood script in hand, talking to one another, trying to keep open each other 's tone up and distracted while more young lady were dropped off for the foreign competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 young women in the storage warehouse. The unceasing pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the Loretta Young women impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay door, screeching to a halt, pennants fluttering with the corporate logo of Cruceaux diligence evident, the whole place fell dumb except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed gentleman who had to be - without any dubiousness - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its bright atomic number 47 vest contrasting sharply against his two help'plain Patrick Victor Martindale White ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the line of Danton True Young women as if he had a right to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking gowns, his eyes seemed much less interested about the physical endowment fund of the cleaning lady he surveyed than about early quality.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to gloss over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the oculus of each girl he passed. He seemed to measure her whole posture rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's end run was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's handwriting again as anxiousness wrenched at her ticker. She realized her huge pratfall, her body tensing in fear.

Claire had to require to seem her sexy topper in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a girl she 'd barely met squeezing her helping hand tightly like a frightened little sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too late to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to survey them, and his eyes had already taken lancinating note of their joined hands.

What was Claire thinking ? Naya imagined that the blonde cleaning woman was infuriated with her. She had ruined the night for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't withdraw the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde cleaning lady first, and then his piercing regard set its lot on Naya. He seemed to linger on her glossy, midnight whisker and the coloured hot chocolate kitty of her eyes. His oculus gently caressed the slimness of her shoulder joint before looking her up and down again for in effect standard. He settled on her face, and Naya tried to play his regard. After a few seconds, she couldn't.

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

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

Naya exchanged a quick glance with Claire, saw the triumph in her new friend 's eyes. They had done it. They had passed the first test. Claire leaned over, risking a rustle before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the Nox Begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

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

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

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

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

The missy shared an uneasy flavor. Naya smiled nervously. `` That might be the most interesting way I 've ever been complimented. '' She found herself loosening up a bit despite the unusual way Damian talked. He had an speech pattern 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 obliquely look filled with warning.

Damian Cruceaux chuckled. `` Ah. You are a rare gem, Naya. I thought I saw a hidden firing in you. In answer to your head, no…not at all. I do not render out wish freely. You will watch that soon enough. ``

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

At go, with the nothingness picking up and the rainwater pelting harder against the windshield glassful, the limousine pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian restaurant. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tabular array behind the glass windows revealed luxuriant tablecloths and watch glass ware which would 've looked worthy in most multimillion dollar hall.

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

'' Forgive me, my lady. You have early plans for the night. I see the disappointment on your case, but do not approximate the even until it 's over. I would not have brought you this far only to forsake you. '' The huge, muscle-bound Black person man sounded almost gallant, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent descent rushing to her impudence. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's meat was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading ground forces. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so ladies who had tried to be his this Nox, he had picked HER. Naya spread her hands on either English of her, a run of self-conscious awareness surfacing with a retribution. She was aware of the ruby chandelier at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering black in the dress. She had been going for a decadent smell, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her form and rested on her face, she had succeeded.

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

To part a bed with a billionaire unknown, enjoying a dark of passion and overabundance without regrets ? That might consume been the impulsion that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first situation, but it did n't fathom so impressive now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the table boundary, almost ashamed that she had no conduct resolution.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a female child with a one-dimensional personality. You 're a young adult female looking for something more out of aliveness. More than what fellowship says you can be. Tell me I 'm wrong. ``

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

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

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE properly, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others take my ambition for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to conceive, just for one Night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a shadow Prince Charming. In a few calendar month I 'll have my technology degree. Probably a few months after that I 'll have financial independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels vacuous to me. I see my friends become absorbed in their own little worlds, obsessing on calling 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 infection of acceding to my whim and spending the night with a man you do n't even know ? ``

Naya took a gulp of air, feeling sweat pool on the gradient between her titty. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to take their order. After Damian ordered a glassful of red wine for them both, the waiter vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling gaze on the beautiful feminine objective of his intent.

Naya tried to just be honest. `` Because you have power, because you clearly do n't give 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 speech in your ad. '' Naya could n't trust she was saying this. She sounded like another person, but it was lawful. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her acquaintance at church or with her parents.

'' And ? So far, have you come to any conclusions ? '' As he said it, he had the audacity to reach and gently rub his mightily deal over her leftfield. She felt the immediate surge of warmth from his laurel wreath, and it made her arm tingle.

'' Too ahead of time to tell, '' she whispered. `` But secern me this, '' she said, trying to retrieve. `` Why did you wreak Claire ? Why kick upstairs her Hope up only to cruelly leave her and then take me ? I do n't know 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 risk putting me on the smudge and angering me. Do you plow all billionaires this way, Naya ? ``

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

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

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

'' The truth is a lot more mundane than you would cogitate, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like kinsperson to me. capital of South Dakota has been with me for respective geezerhood, but has yet to find the right charwoman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's the right way, Naya - I was playing matchmaker this eventide. capital of South Dakota trusted me to choose. I 'm a safe judge of chemistry. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an intimate dinner not unlike this one. ``

The Pres Young womanhood was stunned. Naya had almost forgotten Damian 's handwriting gently rubbing not only her hand, but also her arm.

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

Damian gave her a befuddled look. `` Is that really so storm ? ``

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the delightful end dance on her palate for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girl for getting certain mind after you 've put her in a lineup with 100 former sexed-up women ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. Fair enough. I guess I do owe you a more take answer about myself. Do you recognize why monogamy is the in high spirits form of relationship ? ``

Naya shook her drumhead and withdrew her hand. That damnably enjoyable feeling of his hired man rubbing her arm was making it difficult to recall straight.

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two matter in this worldly concern which matter to me Sir Thomas More than anything else. jealousy and loyalty. ``

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

'' I 've seen relationships ruined by jealousy - not just of other people, but of mere object, of wealth. Any prison term you have a relationship which is not foremost between two people, jealousy exists. It must exist. It must always go forth one of the three wondering, 'Am I valued less ? Do the other two really need me ?'A man was made to be with one fair sex, and a woman with one man. ``

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

'' Yet they have, but do n't misunderstand me. I will do anything for the woman I love. If the adult female I love asks me to take another woman to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man train her right in front of me, I could n't refuse 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 tune of his jaw had melted into a wry grin. `` Of track, you probably incur me an odd mix of traditional romantic partiality and things more decadent, shadowy and forestall. There are few char who have ever understood me. The only one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

The brown-haired girl 's hand stilled on Damian 's, no longer stroking. She clutched his hand tightly, and her oculus softened. Naya could n't consider that this powerful billionaire sitting before her could repeat the thoughts of a boy once innocent. He was much more than the stereotypes she 'd conjured up about him in her promontory.

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

'' What do you require of me then ? Does this mean value you want me to be your lady friend ? That this is about more than than a Nox or two of passion ? Is this a date ? ``

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

'' I find the word 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to make you my mate, my submissive. I will be your original, and you will be my hard worker. ``

This terminology drew stark telephone circuit in Naya 's mind and nitty-gritty - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored sorry fantasies. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a sea rover king, sometimes by a wolf barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies 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 illusion. ``

'' Of being a slave ? ``

Naya nodded, and the heat rushed to her brass. She realized that both of his custody had invaded her incline of the table, gently grasping her wrists.

'' How does this spirit, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's respiration had quickened. She was indisputable he could see the rapid rise and fall of her tit under the skin-tight textile. The sweat along her brow had to be detectable too. Her cleavage felt slick with sweat, and she wanted to maledict her nerves for being so worthless.

Instead she said, `` It makes me palpate alert. ''

Damian 's eyes gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare cleaning lady, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to hump exactly what you are getting into. I don't clench to the norm of society. Society is trivial and dead. I want you to feel alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - beau monde 's notion be damned. Men and woman think differently. We ARE different. bon ton forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do things you may not want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will bonk you and cherish you, but I will also make you MINE. I will push you to the limits, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His hired man still gently clasped her wrists. Even that naturalise tier of his control over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

'' Can you handle this ? Can you tolerate such an organisation ? Because if you ca n't, there is no shame in standing up now and walking away. I wo n't try to barricade you. But if you go forward from here, the prescript change. I will not treat you with kid glove. I will treat you as the slave you were meant to become. ``

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

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingers on the table and took a sip of the finely red as the waiter brought out denture of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` Give me the weekend. If you decide to remain with me after that, you 'll relinquish your red cent classes, take the $ 2 million I offered, and become my hard worker. ``

Naya took a gulp of her wine-coloured, swirling the beautiful red liquidity in the mulct watch glass methamphetamine, watching and imagining it was origin. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the great Damian Cruceaux is not the man to subdue me ? What then ? ``

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

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

But the billionaire returned her rational command with a carefully impassive construction. `` You tell me, girl. You are the one who said you were interested in something MORE than a one-night stall. That is what I now offer. So…what do you decide, Naya ? What would my cute and aphrodisiac girlfriend choose ? ``

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that word. Girlfriend. He said it like it was a grime word. Like it implied acts she could barely think of. A kick ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her leg. Naya, be careful. Do n't you remember Rebecca 's watchword ? She thought. There was another position, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, young woman. For once in your life do something that is reliable to who you are. Not the someone 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 take form three thoroughgoing words. `` I 'll do it. ``

CHAPTER 4

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

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

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

She noticed that Claire and Pierre were holding custody. Claire 's brass was almost glowing, as if she was amped up on fastness.

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

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

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

'' Strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her body go cold-blooded. A minute later, though, heat flooded her mineral vein. The view of him seeing her completely raw tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a young woman and a man in a tux. She looked over at the two of them, and her face must have shown her shock.

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

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making sure enough this was existent. Damian nodded, and his script made an imperious gesture. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to capital of South Dakota. The two men 's unverbalized commutation of face revealed that they had a bond certificate beyond the wide-eyed employer-employee relationship. Pierre nodded and turned to Claire.

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

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to meet his. For a second she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blond slowly unbuttoned the back of her apparel, slipped resign of the soft satin, and shimmied gratis of the rest of it. She was now in only a lustrous crimson bra and panty. succeeding she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the pantie down her luscious pelvic girdle, sliding them gracefully off of her ankle. The cad came off then, and there was goose egg but birthday suit. Just feminine knockout, naked and plain.

The naked blonde sat beside Pierre, her sylphlike boob displayed for the other three people in the limousine to admire. The Blackbeard of pubic pilus enshrouding her sex seemed to promise a earthly concern of delights.

'' Open your thighs a little wider, honey. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, open and exposed. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the superfluity or sheer intimate foreplay, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's centre with a tone of triumph, like a person does when they 've just conquered a veneration, and it gave Naya an incredible thrill.

Before anything more could be done, Naya found her custody reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight clothes. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed fabric without too much trouble, finally letting it flop to the English as she sat beside Damian in only her knock lace-bra and pink panty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush trunk. The blonde 's pale skin and womanly curved shape were beautiful, simple as that.

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

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

The brunet 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 organic structure. Do n't speak to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful thing in your mind. Now do what I say. Take off what remains of your clothing. I would see the real you - a raw, pristine Naya, a striver of unrivaled ravisher. ``

As he said the words, though, Damian gently did the work for her. He unclasped the bra shoulder strap, sliding the bra off to uncover her supple cones. He then slowly slid her pantie down her legs, all the way to her ankle joint, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the corner, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her cunning tail end felt the cool leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her endanger cunt brim. She felt a thrill of danger, of rousing, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each early 's consistence. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the former. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned peel was a wraith darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's boob were maybe slightly large, the teat great and more enunciate. Naya 's placid belly with its belly-button pack added an exotic allure beneath her well-formed chest, and the hefty tone in her arms and stage was unmistakable.

'' What do you think, Pierre ? Are these slaves not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulder joint, hugging her bleakness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a ball game. Naya could n't conceive how sexually mindful she felt. Every rub of his leg against her au naturel thigh…even through the fabric of his pants - sent sensations all the way to her loins. She had to consciously foreclose her torso from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

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

'' They are both exquisite, maestro. I can definitely call a spade a nigra, '' Pierre said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm reach around her shoulder in a similar possessive case attitude. He went a footfall further, though, claiming her back talk with a stamp kiss. Claire moaned, her mamilla beading too, and her nakedness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At finish they came away from each other, lips parting softly.

Claire 's ventilation was labored, and her knocker rose and fell with a gorgeous rhythm.

'' Would you suck my turncock, slave ? Put your lip on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the disastrous man 's leather belt, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his slacks. Her refined hired man moved to skid down his pants and unmentionable, letting a midst, farsighted peter leaping free.

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

Naya 's mouth had gone dry, dry as a desert, but she tried. She watched as Claire slowly began licking the undersurface of Pierre 's smutty cock, starting at the base, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blonde then swirled her tongue against the tip, ripping a decelerate moan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his cock, schoolmaster. She 's taking him in her mouth, '' Naya whispered. Her pussy felt warmth. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her lip back and Forth River along Pierre 's manhood. There was a gentle, suckling rhythm, its sound soon manifest in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the youth blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blond 's aureate pilus into two clench fists, groaning more deeply as she went to influence on him. Her grimace bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her rim.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your oculus as my cock filling your mouth, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her lip cradled his shaft, her tongue caressing the duration of his rooster. She pumped her face back and Forth River, the suckling sound intensifying until Pierre grasped her head and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the miss bottomed out on his pubic hairsbreadth, her nozzle practically touching his privates.

After several s, the big man finally let up. Claire came up for air, wheezing with bowed stringed instrument of pre-cum drifting from her sassing. She wiped them with her wrist and then began to lick the sides of his shaft, her hands tenderly pumping his manhood even as her tongue laved his cock-head as if it were a slightness.

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 unseasoned woman felt the appalling touch of two fingerbreadth gently rubbing against her peril button. Damian 's finger's breadth. The man was tender but firm - and what began as gentle fray soon became firm strokes, stoking a fiery need that coursed through the brunette 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her breasts heaved as he tormented her with the toothsome attack of touch. She unconsciously opened her stage wider, moaning as two finger slid into her soft channel. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that longsighted, black tool. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her rima oris on the peter again, this time bottoming out on the dark slab until her gurgling was manifest. She came up for air, refreshing strands of gooey cum drifting from her sass. These she gathered with her finger's breadth, licking them clean as if they were a sugary delicacy.

'' goodness, slave. How does your Master 's cum tasting ? '' 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 hand reached behind her well-proportioned tail end, inserting a finger into her open pussy. Claire 's resulting moan made Naya 's pussy nearly flood. Damian 's finger's breadth had been tormenting her this intact time, and seeing her fellow striver being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you spirit, Naya ? '' Suddenly the blame digit stopped moving, and letdown tore through Naya 's naked organic structure. She thrummed with need, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to meet the billionaire 's ghost.

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

'' You want more, you 'll have to pull in it Naya. '' Damian let the give-and-take knack, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his bloomers, slid them and his unmentionable down to his stage. She paused a moment, admiring the full software system in her care. His thick, vein-bulging hammer was intemperately for her, so expectant. She imagined the impression of demand which must be surging through his unit body, the blood rushing to the length of his gibe.

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

This tactile sensation of control she had over him, it made her feel incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a hectic intensity. meter seemed to fall away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thighs, gripping so hard as her sassing bottomed out on his phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep suction me, cute little twat. Impale that sweet small mouth on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian wildcat she 'd dreamed of in her fantasies than the goodish businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his beam of light with her knife, her teeth gently grazing his shaft as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her pretty lips. Before he could even recover though, the brunette had impaled her sassing again, squeezing the English of his ray of light with her natural language as she slurped like a selfless hard worker. Damian 's groans reached a crescendo. He gasped, his work force grasping her by the shoulders and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' give your mouth, slave. unfastened ! '' he shouted. Naya 's sassing opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her breasts. Damian raised his manhood higher, the terminal series of spurts covering her face and oral cavity. When he was at last fully spent, Damian lifted her book binding onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to savor the play of emotions across her look as his hired man fondled her sex, tormenting her button to new heights.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonised moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the sticky cum on her face, its pungent odor filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the hell on earth in her inwardness - that quickly building pond of desire so desperately needing release. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingers desperately, grinding her pelvic arch with fervency. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously attendant touch. She felt his finger cajole, batter and Assault her button in the most titillating touches she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's power finger plunged into her sex, rubbing against the sides of her erotic love TV channel, piling one champion on top of the other until she could withhold it no more.

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

Naya 's groan plateaued, and her body climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his index finger as she came hard, her juices flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender coat of arms grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his vest as she felt herself riding out the sexual climax. Her nude, shuddering muliebrity finally came to a raggedly-breathing lifelessness. Naya 's young face pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her warm up breathing spell panting against his neck opening.

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

Naya blushed, but she also felt completely sated, content. She curled into Damian 's sleeve, her heading against his pectus.

'' We will be at the airdrome soon, slave. Now get some rest. I will have new challenges for you once we arrive. '' Naya tried to stay put awake, but her centre were heavy. The stars flitting by the limousine 's window seemed to lull her into unconsciousness. All she could cogitate was that none of it was tangible.

Yet if that was true, then why had her body never felt so alive ? She remembered his hand inside her mild warmth and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his humanity between her pussy lips, impaling her moistness oestrus and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a shaft so fixed and filled with motivation. Then she felt his heat fill her insides, her eyes snapping spread out as her binding arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his chest, the airport terminal lights twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

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

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

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

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

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

Naya gave her Master a skeptical face. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one quick fuck a little early to be crowing your succeeder ? '' Naya realized that the cynical position 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 version of her, both the bad and the good.

Damian gave her a harsh stare. `` Is that what you think this is all about ? Then I see you have much to check still, break one's back. Much. '' The limo came to a stop near the rail, 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 companion 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 friend. The plane is ready, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the door. `` What are you waiting for, Naya ? You go first. ``

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

Damian shook his promontory. `` Those will be brought along by Marcus, my former driver. You will follow me to the airplane just as you are. ``

The brunette looked down at her nakedness and could n't believe what this man was asking her. It was one thing to be butt naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee acquaintance and a fellow cleaning lady. To be walking out into the open - along a rail 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 headmaster ? said a midget vocalisation in her head.

She looked at Damian one Thomas More time. His backtalk was set in a tauten air. He was serious. abruptly sober. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to contact her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm plot if you are .'

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her air understructure on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic hair, tickling the folds of her sex and caressing her mamilla into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the fresh scent of rain and pine tree trees. The drome was secluded at least, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his helping hand gently rubbing her downcast back. `` What do you finger, Naya ? ignominy ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your headland. You are a beautiful woman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nil to fear. I own this airport. No one will make bold justice you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the business concern in his cheek. Just moments before he had looked irritated, stung by her coarse Christian Bible about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her nerve ache just a little. She impulsively slipped her arms around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a long, lingering buss. He tasted of raspberries for some rationality, and her gumption awakened, the rub of his vest along her breasts creating a pleasurable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight attendants, their Amytal vests looking almost black in the nighttime, materialized in nominal head of the limousine. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help bear anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudeness. Naya swallowed with difficulty, trying to go on the red from creeping onto her face.

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

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such courage, Naya. Yet already your will stumble and you let society 's brainwashing creeping back in. I see I may need to be a piddling firmer with you. '' He gestured at capital of South Dakota, who retrieved something from the front glove compartment of the limo. He handed Damian a bright pair of silver cuff, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her carpus in front of her and then gently cupped the hummock of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

'' Now will you bear, Naya ? I can add a collar and lead if you think to interview my parliamentary law again. ``

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

Every step felt like torture to Naya. She felt like chattel being paraded before a victorious throng, even though the runway was virtually empty. A few airport personnel office went about their duties, but in the iniquity they hardly seemed to discover Damian or his cortege. Claire walked with noticeable nerves, clearly uncomfortable in the Sami way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunette. Pierre gestured her up the ramp first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the measure onto the plane.

The moment she set foot inside a hurry of relief swept through her. She was given a rump beside Claire, and the two naked hard worker were handed moist towelettes to pass over themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and breasts with the cuff still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little worry, he stopped her.

'' Would you care me to help, slave ? '' The kindness in his heart disarmed her even though she was raging at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmacadam like a entrance hard worker miss brought to ancient Roma, and now he had the gall to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an testy look, but quietly nodded. With deft stroke he wiped off the stickiness on her breasts, buttock, and elsewhere on her brass.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the mantle which divided the lounge area of the plane from the front of the cabin. Naya did n't discern the case of airplane. She guessed it could seat 40-50 people comfortably. It was definitely used for byplay travel, and it was well stocked with beverages of all kinds - gin, whisky, rum, yield juices, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare moment of privacy.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how inapt she felt. Why did sitting naked next to someone change her ability to think or spill the beans normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't draw sense, but the nuisance value was like a fog on all sides.

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

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

Claire nodded, an evilness grin lighting up her pretty fount. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few looks your way. You had Damian like putty in your hand. '' Sucking his cock, feeling the blood rushing through his manhood, my hands resting on the straining brawniness of his ramification as he barely holds back with the desire to buck his genitalia upward into my warm sass. Naya shook the memory away, but the sentiment already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sense experience she could n't seem to curb.

The Thomas Young blonde looked at her friend, gently patting her handwriting. `` I think he adores you, you know. At offset I was so pissed off, when capital of South Dakota told me that I was to be HIS date, and not Damian 's. But after we sat down to dinner, we really hit it off. We talked for 60 minutes, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this instant connection. Still do. I think you and Damian have the like thing. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure as shooting. I 've already managed to say some stupid affair tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave slavish lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two earth, the unloosen person I want to be and the person whose body I 'm stupefy in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't roll in the hay how to be that with all these contrary flavor telling me that what we 're doing is wrong. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a black tie and line coat placed her handbag just out of arm 's reach.

The sexy brunette leaned over to awkwardly snap up it with her cuff script, but suddenly Damian Cruceaux was there instead, towering above her. He laid a hand gently on her chest of drawers, pushing her backward, forcing her head against the head restraint.

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

Naya looked at the purse again. Her smartphone, on vibrate, was ringing flashy 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 resolve, secern her I 'm okay and that I wo n't be back tomorrow. ``

'' Did I say you could take phone privileges, knuckle down ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in interest. A suppressed smiling could n't hide the humor in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

'' Hmm. I 'm not feeling terribly generous now, Naya, but I think I could be persuaded. '' He took her pocketbook, walked over to a plush lounge across the aisle, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going quagmire as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to denude out of his tux, dress gasp, and polished black brake shoe. He was soon naked before her, his torso rippling with muscle that she 'd suspected had been there from the moment she first saw his picture show.

Naya felt her Congress of Racial Equality flood with arousal as he lay back on the lounge, his tool erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll gain you a deal, slave. Come here and hop on me. Fuck me. hinge upon this peter. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her issue and put the headphone to your ear. You can tell your roommate that everything 's fine then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. accord ? ``

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

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

'' I…Master, delight let me call. Then I 'll do it you. I promise. '' Why did the theme of talking to Rebecca while in such a conciliatory view terrify her ? Naya 's marrow was racing like it wanted to break out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's bridge player cupped one of her breasts, squeezing just enough to deepen the hotshot until it wrested a moan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please master copy. ``

'' You heard my crack, Naya. acquire it or leave it. This will be the utmost 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 women had given him that same desperate pleading expression, and been refused any clemency in return. He gently pinched her left nipple between pollex and index finger, and she hissed in shock at the esthesis of bother ruffle with pleasure.

'' order me what you are feeling, slave. Why do you hesitate ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your fear holding you back. Not me. '' Those lyric seemed to penetrate her defensive measure, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she verbalise to Rebecca now ? What made making love to Damian, writhing on top of his putz, something to be quietly kept hidden like some scandalous undercover ? The horny brunette licked her lips and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his oval-shaped cock-head at the incoming to her sex, then eased herself down the first inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His cock was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her branch would soon vary that. She slowly rocked back and Forth, her mind reverting back to the aspiration she 'd had in the limousine. She used the fantasy in her aspiration 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 phallus, more and more of it wedged its way recondite.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Passcode ? ``

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

Damian keyed it in, went to the contacts list, dialed Rebecca. He held the telephone to Naya 's ear even as she rode his pecker with tender, loving pumps. She sighed, biting her lip as the voice on the former end spoke up, edged with panic.

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

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

'' I 'm ... mulct Rebecca. '' She stifled a moan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging gaze told her to 'keep fucking .'This was part of the concord. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl appearance, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated spear. The soft friction of his stopcock 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 vocalise OK. ``

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

'' Look, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The other girl was needed for, for something else. He chose ME, Rebecca. He chose to spend the evening with me. After…uh…after dinner he offered me the opportunity to stay 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 strait. Do you really require me to believe that you 're going to be sharing Damian Cruceaux 's bed tonight ? That this billionaire, of all the aphrodisiacal women in the world, picks you to be his playmate for a night ? ``

'' Would that be so damage ? '' Naya said, surprised at the rush of wrath her roomy 's financial statement awoke in her.

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to search out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you things he ca n't hand over. I 'm for sure he gets women a dime a dozen, steady. I do n't think you should fuck a guy like that, no topic 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. conceive what you want. '' To drive away the anger Naya upped the tempo of her impalements, enjoying the delicious sentience as she bottomed out on Damian 's phallus.

'' Just say me this. Tell me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her substantially friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of voice of apology in her representative. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would serve her right field to make her worry some more. She should 've been happy for Naya, but instead she 'd sent worms of guilt feelings threading through her sentiment.

The brunette almost lost it when Damian put his give up hand against her pubic hair, his digit gliding across her clitoris, stroking and demanding a reply. Naya opened her oral cavity to let out a wordless moan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call you Monday morning. I 'm fine, and yes, I 'm good. Do n't worry about me. '' The mo Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned loud and light, her juice dripping onto his tool. She humped his humanness harder, the soft rocking of her body weight moving back and Forth River with animalistic elan.

'' 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 fuck. ''

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his middle oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to answer. `` seed here, girl. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian thrust his cock upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his rid mitt continued to stroke her button, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into spasms, her succus coating every in of his strict member. Naya sighed as his back talk captured hers, passionately taking a osculation until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on tight, short pussy. Keep fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her bosom even as she reached out her hired man to grapple the back of the couch. She groaned as his pelvis thrusting upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of angle, her ears nearly popping as they made the rise. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute cheek, ramming herself down to join them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's engorged shit.

Damian cupped her breast gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, break one's back. You are much more to me than a roll in the hay. Never forget that. hold yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my hammer. '' He lay back, his hand slipping up to her shoulder, massaging them as the moment of climax tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his name as the hot volley 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 backtalk captured his, taking charge. He sighed beneath her, completely spent, his shaft growing flaccid inside the slick magazine, soft, and now-sticky folds of her sex.

She cupped his font in her custody, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I trust you ? '' she asked. That enquiry - trust - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't require to let herself become vulnerable to someone with his variety of mogul, someone who could always take what he wanted. And Rebecca was right. She did n't really KNOW anything about him at all. She 'd known him for less than 24 60 minutes. He was a man with resourcefulness, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will try out that you can rely me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the bend of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a blanket over her naked mannikin. `` residuum for the residue of the night, slave. I will come check on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendant if you should need anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' Master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly pinnace flavour, and to Naya 's shock he dutifully slid underneath the covering fire with her. The lounge was across-the-board enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his warmheartedness, his muscled arm draped over her breasts, his breath warm on her neck opening. He stroked her glossy tresses of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like fine filament of silk down the other face of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her cervix softly, closed his eyes, and went to slumber.

CHAPTER 6

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

There was a fierce aching in her dresser. Is this what love spirit like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crushes before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secret grin slid over her brass and she snuck one eye undecided. 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 genu, her script on the armrest as capital of South Dakota fucked her from bottom. She had a leather choker around her cervix attached to a ash grey leash. Pierre pulled on it just a little, forcing Claire 's neck higher as she sputtered and groaned.

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to bang that hot pussy back to take on each of my screw. Now FUCK me, lilliputian gripe. I want to palpate you encase every in of my prick ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a petty raspy 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 unattackable 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 practice joining filled the air.

'' Yes…Master…call me your cunt. screwing me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost brute rather than feminine, and Claire 's chest shook with the force of capital of South Dakota 's push. Seeing the huge nigrify man dwarfing her lithe, feminine conformation was a unusual dividing line. If Naya did n't know skilful, she 'd almost wonder if capital of South Dakota would break her fragile, naked organic structure at any moment. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard Pierre 's voice suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, buckle down ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with hard, powerful lunges, but it was the youthful blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to conform to those jabbing, begging him to call her names that made Naya blush.

Pierre stilled, one hand still jerking the leash back, the other hand gently slapping the firm buttocks cheeks at his disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the force, the rhythm method of birth control of their coupling. `` What do you hope for, slave ? secern me what you feel or I wo n't locomote another muscle. Talk to me. ``

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

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

The divine revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid drear heart. She sighed, her husky response unmistakable. `` Eat out my pussycat, Master. Please. ``

It took only that unsubdivided request, and the formerly commanding master key had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender offspring blonde, and began to thrash tenderly at her pussy. His tongue stroking, sucks, and licks were joined by buss and then gently stroking fingerbreadth which massaged the paries of her cunt between tongue picture show. Claire moaned, her hand gripping the armrest of the white-furred couch as if her life was in endangerment. She bit her lip, moaning as stew sheened on her frontal bone. The girl 's haircloth was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and forth as Claire 's head whipped left and right wing, the moan intensifying.

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

Many long moments later the exhausted missy sighed, begging capital of South Dakota. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her replete kitty-cat, fucking her with ardor, his grunt joining hers until he yanked on the trio once again, growling in the instant of flood tide. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid phallus. Cum dripped from her glistening cunt lips, staining the redact cushions, but maestro and break one's back did n't care.

Pierre lay back on the couch as she snuggled on top of him, letting his implements of war enfold her as he kissed the top of her tangle drumhead, the ponytail frayed in half a dozen places.

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

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

capital of South Dakota 's tidings were so cockamamie that at 1st Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the more than she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lover ensconced on the couch, she wondered what right she had to jeer. social club would 've called it hedonistic void. Yet the sensations she 'd felt here had given her more enjoyment, made her smell more accepted, than any party her friends from church building had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the banner she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? More to the distributor point, it seemed a good thing to Naya.

For the world-class time ever, she did n't finger the penury to obliterate. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even watch another twosome make erotic love almost right beside her and sensation that sexual vim, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be good unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and ne plus ultra which were really the most vacuous.

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

CHAPTER 7

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

Naya groaned, writhing in her bonds.

A door opened and footsteps sounded like whispering on the rug. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like face with its five o'clock dark loomed over her. He looked down at her with rawness. He gently stroked his hand along the brunette 's face.

'' Good break of the day, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight I gave you a little something extra to score you kip. This is my version of an alarm clock clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her body opinion overwhelmed by the stimuli. Her breasts were crowned with pointed little rap nipple, arousal swamping her core. She could palpate herself trembling from the tips of her finger's breadth all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute lips, making her moan all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to take the rubber globe gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it FEEL slave ? You 're focusing on what you think is right or wrong because of smart set 's rules. It 's supposedly dirty, to have something in that informal outer space inside you. But how do you truly spirit, Naya ? What is that ace in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jolts of cause with the ribbed rotating shaft within her kitty-cat and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving thorax. He watched her eyes about of all, his gaze penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her body arch upward, the double insight forcing an climax from her Young feminine marrow.

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

'' What is your body telling you, break one's back ? 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 feel. Do you understand ? ``

Naya licked her mouth, the climax rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her pussy and anus seemingly with a hundred friction every bit. `` Please, Master…stroke me. Touch me. ``

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her mind and body reeling towards nothingness. The insight deep in her love distribution channel and ass intensified, and her second coming tore through her with as a good deal potency as the first. The beat girl lay on the bed for two more cycles of build-ups and coming before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free people of her replete feminine body.

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

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves pleasure. To return it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked consistency over hers, inserting his cock between her snatch lips, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough round, joining their organic structure as one. Her quiet oink belied the need surging through her cunt. The joy of having his prick fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his mouth, her natural language tussling with his as moans sang from her throat.

You were right on, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, Master. I would even trust you with my heart. These were the recognition flashing through the daughter 's mind. Naya had finally discovered a new sense of self, and she would never be the same.

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A valet does n't break his secrets. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily interested in pharmaceutic. Our treasure drug is a harmless sleeping pill without incline result. I may or may not have slipped one into your drink last nighttime. It takes a few hours to make issue, but once it does… ''

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

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

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

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pool. Continuing the offhand tour, he led the nude Whitney Young woman through an entree beside a sliding ice door and into a shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a declamatory, ornate lucky nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of warm water onto his hair and face.

He turned, offering his deal and encouraging her to link up him. `` What 's faulty, Naya ? Why do you waver ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tiles in the bathroom just outside of the shower. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking apparent movement. Damian moved to crush it, but Naya found her handwriting reaching out to snap up his carpus.

'' No. Do n't. '' Damian gave her a foreign 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 wanderer crawl up onto her. She walked outside along the pool, deposited the spider in a potted flora next to several overhanging vines, and returned back into the shower.

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

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

Naya smiled. `` Yes, skipper. A few meter actually. ``

Damian pulled her into an bosom as the shower swirled around her fuzz and berm, cascading down her back. The sluicing water felt like a unction on her well-sexed organic structure. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the same time. Her soundbox ached, but in a good way, and she 'd gotten enough slumber. They had the altogether day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those words, a sudden pokey of handcuffs around each articulatio radiocarpea left her firmly attached to the perpendicular pipage that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to displace with the free grace of a panther, effectively chaining her to the rain shower wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

Damian gave her a steely-eyed spirit. `` You forgot to promise me, schoolmaster. That, my slave, has recoil. I 'll be back later. ``

The young brunette felt a thrill of fear chill against her scalp. She felt her legs go weak, and her physical structure felt deluge with rousing. He was starting to tap into her fantasies again. Should she be afraid, though ? Tying her up while she was asleep was one thing…but this ? He had knowingly deceived her, tricking her into the shower bath before cuffing her. Now she stood naked in the shower bath, the hot piddle sluicing against her glistening breasts, streaming down her belly and leaving jewelled droplets across her pubic pilus.

Well, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get comfortable, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her stallion soundbox, welcoming the caresses of the hot urine against her neck and scalp. But clip ticked by. Moments and min passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get antsy, Damian strode in carrying a duffle bag. He was still unclothed, his body gleaming with the wetness of his quick rinsing in the shower.

He turned off the shower first and then toweled off her gorgeous dead body. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her breasts and crotch. She did it to tempt him, and it seemed to crop judging from the way his rooster shot up, expectant and rigid.

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

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

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

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

'' These cling to your aphrodisiacal bosom, slave. I 'm going to give them an electric shock. Have you ever experienced the intense virtuoso of electricity though your more medium parts, Naya ? There are few things I can compare it to. ``

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

'' beingness punished, '' Damian finished her sentence, his tone clipped. `` And you must learn that not all beneficial matter come from pleasure. Some goodness things must be had through pain. '' He donned some protective glove, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with rooftree along its duration. He carefully slipped the sheath over his prolonged humanity and gently approached her from behind. In one hired man he 'd picked up a low box with a dial and a switch. The electrodes from Naya 's pap were connected to the battery-powered box.

'' Do you sleep together what this is, slave ? ''

Naya shook her head, but her eyes took on a imploring aspect. `` Please, lord. Do n't punish me. I 'll be good. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading Scripture. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The expectation was sending her sex driving into overload. She looked down at his thick, inflexible cock enmeshed in the protective sheath, the petite ridge covering every in of his lance.

If he puts that matter inside me, I 'm going to experience it, Naya realized. Those bumps and ridges would rub against her pussy in a chiliad tormenting ways.

The billionaire 's smoky-grey eyes regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the dial. Naya went stiff, moaning as the passion surged through her breasts. Her nipple tingled like they were about to bust into flame - but the fervency never grew to a full inferno. She wailed a petty as he turned up the voltage even more, and her breasts were bombarded by stimulus until she could n't finger her nipples.

There was a zing of pain now shooting through her mamilla, but not the kind of pain that created a closedown of sensation. Just the opposite. The tingling in her knocker made the relief of her soundbox more aware. Her face, torso, stage, and even foot thrummed with compound sensitivity.

She looked back and realized that Damian 's masculine bridge player was slipping between her thigh, pushing her pegleg apart.

'' flavor at you, you sexy slight cunt. I 'm going to blow out of the water those tits as I fuck you. This is your penalization. translate ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck. His complimentary deal grazed against her clit, spurring fresh need through her loins. `` If you do n't do, maybe I 'll impound one of my cartridge holder to this unruly little pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his lips sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

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

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

'' Did I say you could kiss me, minuscule cunt ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her face forward, giving her a playful slap on each coffin nail cheek. He lined up his sheathed manhood and gripped her around the waistline, forcing her cute can backward and upward, exposing her twat for level best insight.

Then, inch by agonizing column inch, he slid his sheathed cock between her cunt sassing, rubbing back and Forth River along the inside of her voiced television channel until moan escaped from her pharynx, and the dial he turned on the ECT box sent tantalizing fit of energy through her too-sensitive mammilla.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurts, lord, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the tone of infliction. Instead it had the food colouring of pleasure, of hurting bequeathing life-time. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her hands pressed against the cascade paries tiles as the gator time continued to scud electric automobile input into her lissom strobile.

'' UHHH…please passe-partout. delight no more ! '' Naya begged, but it was a singular type of supplication lacking tangible desire. She wanted this incredible impression igniting her core, sending her trunk into a degree of cognizance she 'd never quite receive. She was following the phantasy, letting the journey guide her. The naked girl let out a wordless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her waist with one script, the box in his other fist, and slammed his Phallus deeply into her velvety softness. She let out a wordless moan of pain-induced ecstasy as his prick pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on fire, and the girlfriend was a dripping mess, her loins screaming for release.

The young woman felt that throbbing rooster dig into the wet folding of her sex. All mentation of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of need consume her. The way was now filled with the gentle slap of Damian 's testis against her thighs and the carry on moans ripped from her throat by the electroshock stimulus.

'' Your cunt grips my cock well, knuckle down. Do you palpate the electroshock surging through those sexy tits ? Hmm ? Tell me what you feel, slave. I want every point. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those password, his note commanding as he fucked her brutally from buns.

The young brunette tried to forge coherent persuasion.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't require a mindless mate. I want a real woman - one who knows her fantasies, her thick arcanum and desires, no matter how wickedness, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, minuscule cunt, or it all boodle NOW. ``

To Naya the personnel casualty of that unbelievable virtuoso in her breasts, of that cock filling her cunt, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her prat backward, impaling her damp heating on the sheathed manhood of her Master.

'' No…please captain. I 'll severalize you. I 'll recount you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from rear end, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, schoolmaster. It made me start to imagine affair, to see certain….scenarios… ''

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with oestrus. She leaned forward, making indisputable her pussy was at a double-dyed tiptop for him to roll in the hay.

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the grain of the safe on your cock. Every metre you go through me, it makes me feel so good. Your accident make me feel loved, Master. Each time you fuck me is like the perfect kiss. ``

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

'' No, schoolmaster ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't ascertain it, and I do n't jazz when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the voltage for just a bit, sending her writhing as her nipples flared to life. The tingling sensations lingered, making her knocker ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to sleep together her, punish her, his stopcock filling her tight cunt as the electroshock therapy sent moving ridge after Wave of stimulant through her titty and into her very core. She could n't take it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a monster ? But how did awakening this dark fantasy within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent thing all this metre ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest electroshock zapped her nipples, and the phallus battering through her slit sent her over the border. The slender brunet clenched her cunt around Damian 's putz, flooding it with her sticky nectar and aroma. It took what seemed timeless existence before her agonized, happily sated torso could at last lean against the cascade pipe.

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

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

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

Naya gave Damian a wear out grin. `` superior, this slave considers herself punished VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and sensual joining of backtalk. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the taste of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his helping hand.

'' Would you like a tour of the rest of the hall and the environment ? '' he asked, smoky-grey centre filled with salutary humor.

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The thou tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's sura were burning. It had been a effective exercising, though, and she had seen enough opulence to satisfy several HGTV episodes. 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 pocket billiards, playing chess with Damian, a soft cinch ruffled her long, slick hair.

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

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

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

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

Damian 's response surprised her. He gently cupped her chin, leaning over the chess board to make her a sweet, unproblematic kiss. His potent taste lingered on her knife. She did n't want it to go away.

'' You 're clever, slave. I 'll get to preserve my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive aspect, waited for him to induce his next move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a fork simulated military operation that cost him his world-beater before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his hands with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a game in…I ca n't recollect how longsighted, damn it. '' The frustration was n't genuine, and the glimmer in his eyes told her that he was print by her control of tactics.

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

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

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

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

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

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his hands gently around her carpus. `` Tell me one more than fantasy, Naya. One more, to seal off this shackle between us. I love you, Naya. You are my solitary mate, 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 give birth been. She sensed a subtle change within herself. The longer she stayed away from the creation, the more it seemed she could just respond without second-guess herself. Without the quelling guilt that usually lurked behind her thoughts.

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those couple watchword out took courage. It 's amiss, Naya. WRONG. Yet…yet it was there. A illusion from her teenage eld when she 'd first stumbled onto the taboos of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to girls, to women. Not from a purely physical standpoint.

But she did find the feminine physical structure beautiful. Naya had imagined situation of ascendency - vivid fantasies where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in much the same ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her lawful dear. The dark Prince Charming. Her mysterious fantasy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a somebody. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both hands on Naya 's slim shoulder, and then gently caressed the girl 's arms as he looked her in the heart, refusing to let her peek away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to keep hugger-mugger. Tell me, my lovely slave. Tell me and I can name it actual. ``

She wanted to conceive him, but Naya just could n't. She pulled frantically out of his clutch and ran through the patio, into the hallway lined with marble, her denudate feet pattering all the way to the chamber where she 'd first woken up.

The young cleaning lady threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad estimate, Naya. He 'll never love you once you tell him the the true. But in no fourth dimension at all his silhouette blocked the open door. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his thickened hands stroking her hair. And it felt good. So good.

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

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is cipher you have to reverence - at to the lowest degree not from me. This property is our sanctuary, recollect ? I wo n't let anyone wound you. ``

Those word finally gave her the long suit. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling arcanum, the most shocking disclosure she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a smile. He did n't bumble for a second from the concerned, steady face that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her fancy in flesh and induce it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by duskiness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the Browning automatic rifle of the cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her throat etched with silver marking. Two flip-flop of rope bound her wrists to the head of the cold, stainless brand eubstance tray on which she 's been spread-eagle. Her ramification were resign, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to stay completely still.

'' That 's right, squawk. Don't move. We 've captured you. My hubby and I, we like to overtake little slut like you who wander too far from home. Your OURS, slave. We own your little bitch. I 'm going to initiate you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and good Friend. Sabrina Thompson was a sexy redhead with luscious curve, full boob, and a deceptively beatific, young fount. She had originally applied to be a flight attendant on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important natural endowment. Her ability to massage away pain, to heal people 's smell, had made Damian eventually decide to employ her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

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

The gorgeous Pres Young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a caoutchouc cock in her mouth, its stage facing upward. The long, tap shaft had wickedly abrasive row of bumps to enhance womanly 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 slit into a dripping-wet State of arousal.

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

'' Come here, husband. work this slut 's twat. Look how wet she is ! Give the piddling cunt a thorough cunt-sucking to go along her distracted. I 'm going to mount the slut 's facial expression and fuck her until she begs for clemency. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the golosh hammer fastened inside her mouth. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the brand consistency tray, lowering her kitty-cat slowly until her sex engulfed the integrality of the long, wooden-headed beam. Sabrina began a stabilize rhythm method, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's face. The Danton True Young woman moaned, her dusky-skinned nakedness writhing beneath the sick dominatrix as Damian knelt between her legs, his tongue flicking in earnest at Naya 's untested clitoris.

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

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded face packet until Naya could only groan and thrash underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunette 's untested nipples.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could talk, slit ? Lie there and let me use your cheek as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juices glistening on the cock in your mouthpiece ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's moan intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her cunt with feverous despair. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's little clit until it was hard and engorged. Naya 's crotch began bucking upward into Damian 's face. She was so close. She could feel the climax beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the polish line.

'' Not so fast, small cunt. Husband, afford this horny bitch a taste of your stopcock. poppycock her pussy FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's face. Naya groaned with letdown as Damian 's spit withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to come next was like liquid flame coursing through her veins, cunt and button. This is torture, she thought. Wonderful torture. Her soundbox hummed with desire, unbearable rousing. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to death as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her mortise joint, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the chromium steel sword consistence tray. The cold steel had felt cold against her skin at first, but with the constant friction and the eubstance high temperature of the Male and distaff partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lissom nakedness was sheened with sweat, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the stopcock fastened inside Naya 's young mouth. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to scupper her moist love television channel. He inserted his manhood and jab brutally to the hilt, filling her subdued sex.

The college student imagined Damian leaning into her, his putz plowing deeply into her kitty with his gaze fastened on the joining of their consistence. Naya imagined what it might depend like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's dip down the artificial turncock fastened to Naya 's boldness. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy reach fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this lost female prisoner taken by a beastly wife and husband…

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

This apotheosis of pleasure bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated brain, and she tried to keep a lid on the climax blossoming in her loins.

'' Do n't occur yet, little puss. secern us what you want firstly ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you involve ? ``

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

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

At lowest the 21-year-old sighed, her mamilla hard as thumb tacks, her pussycat glossy with its own juice. `` Because…to have two hoi polloi making me the centre of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control over me, to me THAT is bang, Master. I feel love when your hammer surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the dick in my mouth, making me palpate like I 'm in the midriff of a storm of…of DOE, giving pleasure as a great deal as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't know what to call it. Please, Master. Please, mistress, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The pale dominatrix gave Damian a questioning look, making sure enough that he was still plot to continue. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in rapid chronological succession, her juices coating the rubber cock. At hold up, with her nipples beaded with stimulation, Sabrina gushed on the artificial cock, 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 rubber rooster from the daughter 's sassing. Sabrina took a footmark back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the sharpness of the torso tray, spreading her hips wide as he penetrated her with animalistic zeal. His phallus pounded her, severe and fast, and Naya looked down at the ray of light stabbing into the folds of her sex, arousal jumping through her loins. Her teat were hard as tiny diamonds, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the to the lowest degree. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunt reached an acme, his cock slamming between her wooden leg until he tensed, their body joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's heading bashed against the tabular array, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid warmth of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her orgasm, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

The naked young woman heard only her speedy breathing, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his lip gently suckling on her breasts.

'' Mmm. I love how these young pap sense of taste, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downward, his knife laving at her slickened dear line. 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 carry out her fantasy, no matter how night and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with attender passion. Asking nil in return. His tongue gently stroked her meat, bringing her one last stab of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

'' well, Naya ? Will you be mine ? I love you, and I will treasure 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 question now. Do you swallow ? ``

Naya 's passably face relaxed and she took a farsighted moment to reckon. But there was zippo to determine. She did n't want to go back to a world grey and colorless. A worldly concern without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. Her hands gripped his panoptic articulatio humeri as he crushed her breasts against his bureau, his arms encircling her and holding her tight.

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

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

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

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

Naya gave him a shy smile. `` Yes, schoolmaster. I will bequeath the human beings behind to be with you. ``

'' No, Naya. You leave the world behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her sassing as their sass joined once Thomas More, sealing a bond between schoolmaster 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 think as she felt Damian drag up in his dodging Viper, throwing it into parkland in battlefront of her former residence hall. It had been several month since her weekend tryst with Damian. She 'd called her roommate Rebecca early on a fateful Monday morning those few calendar 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 know what to separate her admirer. The one feeling of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her supporter behind. Severing that one relationship that had meant the world to her, even if it was n't always transparent.

No, that was n't quite truthful. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even make love 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 vocalisation had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would guide her parents time to come to grips with the substantial Naya.

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

cloud obscured the synodic month in the Night sky. Even with the campus lighting, the cosmos seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

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

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

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

Now they were here and Damian planned to make Rebekah an offer she could n't refuse. They entered through the pinch entrance at the rachis of the building. Someone had illegally propped unfold the door. They rushed up three flying of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a coloured undershirt and blue jean, looking like a bouncer in a cabaret. Naya wore a suddenly lavender doll and tank top, a scarlet 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 beloved who finally empathise him.

Will I ever really understand the enigma that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for certain, but she did know one thing. He was boldface, unpredictable, adventuresome. And she loved him.

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his deal. The acrobatic, stringy football player had a mop of blonde whisker on his handsome face. His patrician heart were deadly serious at the here and now, but normally they crinkled with boyish charm.

'' That 's me. Hey Naya. It 's so good to see you again. You 're looking unspoiled, '' 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 chance to bet on out, Jake. If we 're going to do this, though, I think we need you with us. ``

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

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

Damian and Naya stepped back and let Jake lure in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the niche, listening to the warm interchange of conversation as a groggy Rebecca got awoken in the centre of the nighttime.

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

'' No time to explain, child. We have to go - emergency. Naya needs our assistance. Look, I 'll try to explain on the way. My car 's sitting external. We have to go. ``

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

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

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

Naya crossed her limb, her facial formulation threatening storm clouds. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly deep, and this was one of those sentence. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebecca might say when she learned the accuracy, lost in sentiment with the night going by in a blur and headlights from other auto streaking like angels past her window.

Finally they reached their destination, a mansion with marvellous alabaster columns fronting the prop. The land was on a J. J. Hill, surrounded by wrought iron fencing material and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three children were currently in residence. Book of Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't love was that Damian had all his passcodes and security system codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

They parked the Viper, entered through the front door, and Damian re-engaged the security scheme behind them. He led Naya through a maze of different hallways and rooms until they came out onto an open patio with a turgid, spacious hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a prank it is n't funny. Why did you pick out us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-coated brunette looked feisty, pointing her fingerbreadth angrily at her swain even as she stood in her sleep clothes. Somehow she managed to look aphrodisiacal though, the item of her nipples poking through her sopor shirt.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Pleased to meet you I guess. '' But her expression said the inverse. Damian was the man who had taken her C. H. Best admirer away from her. Rebecca did n't acknowledge that she agreed with the unloosen life-style Damian seemed to advocate. Rebekah had been thinking inwardly for the preceding several month, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

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

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

Jake nodded. `` Yeah, baby. I agree with her. I see what you 're becoming. I know you think you want this degree so badly, but you 're neglecting other theatrical role of your sprightliness. 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 affair 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 concept of it. The doctrine behind it. Damian made a passionate line that in striving for one matter above all else, she 'd sacrificed herself as a sexual being, as a person.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million one dollar bill so that she could ascertain the courage to leave her old liveliness and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar opportunity. give now, with your fellow Jake. seed live on the island with us. I own a small private island in the disconnection. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the intimate fantasies that are the core of who you really are. get wind a dissimilar form of life with dissimilar 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 school any time and finish your stage. But right now, we need this. We need to change our surroundings, take gillyflower 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, course of instruction, job covering across the land. THIS, though, would give us a chance to discover who we are first, to develop our human relationship before going out into the world. Damian is offering us a hazard at sanctuary if we 're willing to be at peace with some of our inscrutable, maybe even darkest fantasies. infant, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired young woman looked at her boyfriend almost outraged, but something held her anger in check. Jake and Damian 's actor's line seemed to slowly infiltrate her psyche. She let out an exhausted sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't think this is even happening. Jake, take me dwelling house. I 'll sleep on it and think over this…this absolutely freaking insane whirl. It 's disturbed, but I 'm willing to consider it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really think this is decent for me ? ``

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

Becky shook her forefront. `` I…I just do n't experience. I ca n't believe you guys actually did this to me. I do n't even recognise where we are. Whose business firm 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 claim me home plate. ``

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

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

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

'' The people who own this mansion are asleep in their sleeping room upstairs. They might waken at any moment. They might come down for a midnight bite. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house security, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the alarm, and explain to the householder and police what just happened to you…getting your best friend and young man in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. carry out your fantasy. Obey Jake 's commands. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

The aphrodisiac college scholarly person looked at her boyfriend, chewing on her tail end lip.

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

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

There was a sudden thump, as of footsteps. Perhaps someone on a higher floor using the bath. The floor creaked command processing overhead time.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's ticking, Rebecca. You may not have much sentence either. It sounds like one of the hoi polloi upstairs is stirring. Make your choice. ``

Naya watched, foreplay seething in her blood. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's face rush with the superfluity of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best Quaker, slipping the shirt over Beckys head. Bra-less, Becky 's nipples glistened in the moonlight as the cloud receded. Her tit were shining, unadulterated cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a helping hand under the girdle of her knickers, stroking her young button.

Becky shuddered, her breathing a short moil as Jake continued to suck on her nipples and stroke her easy sex.

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

'' Say something, baby. say me how very much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his unloose hired man gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to rub down her naked back.

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

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

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and windsock, standing naked in her natal day suit. Little trickling stripe of twat succus glistened on the interior of her second joint where Jake 's fingers had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully naked, her creamy knocker and open sex inviting naughty fantasies of restraint and desire.

Jake stripped out of his shirt, jean, socks and horseshoe, standing limber and naked until he sat on the sharpness of the hot tub. The water bubbled and churned enticingly as he sank his leg in with a sigh.

'' Come here, child. Get your fine ass in there and suck my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebekah hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated hammer, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you want the owner catching us here, having sex in his business firm ? Every indorsement that check by we might be discovered, baby. seminal fluid here ! Get your mouth on me, and be quick about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a fantasy of Rebecca 's. Each time Jake mentioned the candidate of someone discovering them, her eyes seemed to beam and Becky 's nipples had hardened like thumb mainsheet. 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 beam in her graceful fingers, gently pumping up and down his member until a drop of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the slope of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a light speck until her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.

Jake groaned, his trunk going strict with desire. It was as if every brass ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his prick, hungrily gathering up the ace. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her rima oris, slowly pumping her face down and then up, down and then up. The young man 's head went back, eyes ending in a unrestrained rapture as Becky slurped up and down his aegir prick.

Damian turned to Naya, and the look of arousal in Naya 's face was unmistakable. Naya 's eye were glued to the unbelievable prospect .'I ca n't believe she 's doing this in front of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's peter, her manus pressing firmly against his hips.

The Lester Willis Young man tried to choke his groans, grunting as he thrust his pelvis upward to impale Becky 's young mouth. The curly brunet gurgled as she took his ray deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic fumble. She held him there, lovingly encased in her backtalk for several longsighted instant. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her lips dripping with chain of cum.

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

'' facial expression at me, baby. Uhhhh god, I want you so bad. calculate at how often this cocks wants you, '' Jake growled. Becky pushed forward, rubbing her dresser against his slimy manhood until her breasts glistened with the mingled fluids of Jake 's pre-cum and her own saliva.

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' Call me Master, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a moment, but then she let the Book variant in her mouth.

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

At death Becky came up off of that dick one more time, her chin up suspension with long stream of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. Master has flock of cum, '' Becky said with a smiling. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His cock, thick and gear up, saluted Becky 's pale bleakness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute little slovenly woman ? The owner of this sign might come any moment. hurriedness up and jazz me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her pussy above his protuberant cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to found the rhythm, her twat engulfing his calamus until Naya could only see his Lucille Ball. Naya watched with gathering want in her loins, her pussy wet now, as her best friend began to ride Jake 's prick.

'' Uhh…you asshole. roll in the hay me. Fuck my slit, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to meet her downwardly fucks, joining their trunk until more pre-cum leaked between the seal of approval of her cunt lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was quick to explode.

Naya could n't follow this anymore. Her cunt was an inferno of need. Dripping-wet with its own succus. She turned to Damian, who had just stripped out of his wearing apparel and drawn out a few of his front-runner 'accessories'from his satchel.

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

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

'' Yes, baby. Impale that hot puss on my dick. YES. Faster, you minuscule loose woman. Harder, '' Jake growled, his hands reaching out to vellicate Becky 's pink nipple, wresting a moan from her beautiful lips.

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark naked, every beautiful womanly curve revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather collar around her neck and then handcuff her hands behind her backbone. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his hands gripping her shoulder joint firmly as he swiftly entered her warm pussy from behind, plunging into the indistinctness of her sex with an audible smacking, his sac smacking against the rachis of her thighs with each pulverizing fuck.

The dark-haired girl moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his tool ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety case. Naya had to trust on Damian 's hired hand to hold her shoulders and prevent her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had over baron over her. All Naya could do was push her hips back to meet his thrusts, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, lilliputian cunt. relocation those hips. I 'm going to sleep together your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping phone of their eubstance joining creating a staccato musical rhythm which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's duncish cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so arduous. The arousing raft must cause sent the curly brunette over the boundary. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic wail as her pussycat gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his pecker vanished into Becky 's plastered depths. He grabbed her by the cervix, bringing her down for a ferocious kiss as his own climax poured through him, his seeded player surging into her warm inside.

The door to the patio swung encompassing unfastened and a middle-aged man with piercing blueish eye and gray hair fit into the room. He was wearing only a night gown, and his eyes widened in shock.

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

'' Daniel, why hello. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the house looked at the scene in front of him. A brunette with a leather collar around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's turncock plowing her from behind. A curly-haired brunette sitting on a Cy Young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid prick slipped free, totally sated. Becky looked horrified, her jaw dropping as she realized Book of the Prophet Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the 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 matter. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's nipples with his dentition before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a deer in headlights, utterly flash-frozen, until Jake 's attending seemed to wear out the spell.

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a sigh as arousal began to give a probationary comeback, re-moistening her twat. The curly brunet reached down, gently caressing her fan 's cock even as it started to read mansion of zip again. `` Oh god, what 's wrong with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could distinguish by the arousal in Becky 's center that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her crocked, wet bitch where it belonged.

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

Daniel threw up his hands in frustration. `` I know we have a standing arrangement, Damian, but our accord is that you at to the lowest degree WARN me beforehand. My kids are sleeping upstairs for the love of…ah Scheol. '' Daniel turned and left the terrace. Damian gave Naya a trice full of mischief.

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

'' Yes, Master. Fuck my cunt. Fuck this slave 's Einstein out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their eye met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still do it me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the best acquaintance you 've always been capable to hope ?'Those were the persuasion Naya almost wanted to ask, if the mavin Damian 's cock was assaulting her pussy with had n't derailed any attempt to peach in coherent sentences.

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to play out her sexual illusion and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her bosom, combined with the envelopment of arousal and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her hips back, her cute rear slamming to assemble Damian 's plunging cock as the moment of eruption came. His manpower tightened on Naya 's shoulders, squirt after spurt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her master for emptying his seed, her dead body sagging with expiation as she felt his heat consume her.

EPILOGUE

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

Today, with the setting sun casting the world in its peachy luminescence, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a monster pinko dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her mortise joint were tied to either side of the Equus caballus, and her wrists were bound behind her back. She moaned with a ball gag in her mouth as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the rampart of her sex with C of tiny ribbed bump along the stallion duration of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her mammilla with his deceptively mild soupcon. `` Well, knuckle down ? How does it experience, that vast, hard gum elastic dick thrust up your tight, wet snatch. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a violent mare, her pallid nakedness straddling Jake 's cock. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his ankles lashed to the level. His hammer had a cock-ring at the radical, restricting the flow of blood, letting just enough blood rush to the tip of his cock to stay hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his pecker with steamy abandon, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. Fuck me. You call this fucking ? '' she sang, her slit slurping up and down his cock, her slit lips forming a tight seal along his light beam. `` I want to feel your cock-head in my uterus, bedamn it. ass me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless cock. ''

Becky 's lyric was rough, but it was all just part of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was willing to play this role, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the dominant one, and sometimes she let Jake take that office. Neither was right or wrongfulness. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual amour and oddity in countless forms.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock place setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimulant assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her clitoris. His early hand cupped her sensitive chest until she had no pick but to gush hard on that rubber cock, coating it with her juice and scent.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the arousal never let up. Naya 's pussy, over-sensitive from the Holocene orgasm, now felt every vibrating adept from the embedded cock with ternary intensity as it impaled her slick sex.

All the spell Becky 's kitty-cat tormented the cock of the man who loved her enough to be her slave. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a sloppy candy kiss on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, baby. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's delirious cry sang with intimate release, her twat coating Jake 's cock with its sweet feminine nectar.

maestro and buckle down, man and woman. This was a world where boundaries could be thrown aside, and concealed fantasies explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to ride Jake 's straining turncock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them disembarrass. Naya had no regrets, only promises of a hereafter where she could simply be herself.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the level. Please place me a comment to let me lie with what you thought ! This storey resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed companionship. Remember, always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the serious !

~Gaggedkitty