CHAPTER 1

Naya looked in the mirror and saw the accusing nerve of her roommate. It had n't been the first sentence she 'd seen Rebecca reach her that flavour. The phenomenon had been intensifying all week.

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mystifying as his picture suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The face staring back at her seemed cynical, the eyes hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too very much. He was at least a decade her aged, but his lean nerve had somehow retained the spell of a a lot new man. Damian 's eyes were smoky Zane Grey. His build was compact, and even under the wickedness royal frock shirt, muscles rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female person. adventurous, open to possibilities, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an evening and, if you play your cards right, Damian might just celebrate you for a patch. offer : $ 2 million the first night. Price transferrable after that. Do you dare ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might hold called her petite from a distance, but she had detectable curved shape and a consistency that screamed feminine beauty. She glanced in the mirror one last clip, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless black dress. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black hair that hung in wavy lushness a skilful few inch past her shoulders. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the track team at Triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

The roommate behind her was like a softer version of Naya. Rebecca 's abruptly, curly hair and mischievous eyes were always looking for the next prank to play. But now they were unusually sober, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online advertisement.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few more month. Is this, like, some final stage dullard stunt you think you need to do before you become a creditworthy adult ? Because I promise you, there are less stupefied ways to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't recognise WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial killer for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to order her the truth. That applied science was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dream, not hers. Now that she was so conclude to achieving it, she did n't experience elated or even encouraged…she felt empty. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her feel animated. She did n't want to think about the future, at least not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an veil forum had seemed like a cosmic foretoken to Naya. weirdo or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to induce what she hoped might be the Nox of her life, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

The evening began as Naya had hoped. Just on time, 8PM, and the synodic month already hanging in the sky like a jumbo picket Frisbee, the silklike, blackamoor limousine pulled up to the curb near her dorm. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the curb with her, wearing a much lupus erythematosus dressy denim and a cooler top. She gave her protagonist a bye hug.

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

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

An impeccably dressed driver opened the doorway for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could assay further retribution. She waved at her admirer as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and motor them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on pin and phonograph needle. A unaccented rain began to lessen, making the asphalt and construction glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of deception. Wow, what a corny cerebration. Do n't let your jitters make you say something dolt tonight, Naya reminded herself.

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

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

Naya frowned. The number one tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a remarkable rendition of Rebecca '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 outright fear. Nearly 45 proceedings passed before Naya was make to bang on the sectionalization and demand that 'Pierre'occlusion the vehicle and state her where the perdition he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large warehouse with a bay sliding open, and the limousine eased out of the pelting, pulling to a blockage in a wide warehouse storey flooded with light.

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

There were row of beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. adult female. Many of them wore skimpy wearing apparel, others wore pieces of greater elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the grandiosity of the gowns and heaviness of the makeup, were trying very hard to count Sir Thomas More mature than their years.

Naya quietly let Pierre conduct her over to join the line of expectant miss. She stood beside a blonde girl in a bright red attire which had a single strap that wound behind and looped around the neck opening, revealing two creamy shoulder joint and wad of cleavage. Oops. I did n't know this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's former English was wearing a sparkly green army tank top and black quag embroidered with rows of bright string of beads. She turned with a vital look in her emerald eyes. `` A skank is still a skank, no thing how fine the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged office on an assembly melody. Naya opened her backtalk, 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 sure Mr. Cruceaux will find sooo attractive, '' The blonde fair sex in the red dress interjected, taking Naya by the wrist and turning her in the other direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't know quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blonde woman 's grimace. Her middling blue eye were wide-cut and innocent now, but here and now before they 'd been feisty and acute.

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

'' I 'm Naya. Pleased to cope with you, Claire. That frock looks…stunning on you. '' Claire looked down at her own cleavage. Below the trim of the frock a ribbon of flowers flared across her torso, just highlighting her curvaceous chest that much more. Claire gave Naya a contrite smile.

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

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant finger's breadth along the silk trim of her gorgeous black wearing apparel. `` Damn, cleaning lady. This hugs your anatomy like the gown of a goddess. I 'm actually envious. I may get points for flashiness, but you 've got a lot more taste, '' she said with a sigh.

Naya instinctively liked Claire. She felt this palpable, quick connection, and gave her bridge player a squeeze. `` Do you know what 's going to hap next ? '' Naya asked `` Have you ever done something like this before ? ``

Claire shrugged, and the anxiety behind her optic said as much ; they were both in the Lapp sauceboat.

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

A shiver ran up Naya 's sticker. She remembered that the online ad had n't said anything about there just being ONE chosen girl. What if Damian Cruceaux liked to hold more than one adult female in his bed ? What if this mystifying billionaire wanted Naya to do affair that she did n't want to do ? `` Do whatever he asks, when he asks. '' The entire meaning of that had n't started to really hit home until now.

I 've made a few assumptions about what was going on tonight. What if it blows up in my face ? Naya idea. She squeezed Claire 's bridge player impulsively. `` We look sexy as hellhole, right ? ``

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

The two stood hand in manus, talking to one another, trying to hold on each early 's look up and distracted while more girls were dropped off for the strangest contender Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at to the lowest degree 100 Danton True Young womanhood in the storage warehouse. The unceasing pattering on the metallic element roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the young women impatiently waiting. When a shameful limousine zoomed through the bay doors, screeching to a halt, crown fluttering with the incorporated logo of Cruceaux Industries unmistakable, the whole place fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the room access for a steely-eyed gentleman who had to be - without any doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a dinner jacket himself, its bright silver vest contrasting sharply against his two assistants'field whitened ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the bloodline of Loretta Young adult female as if he had a the right way to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the aisle of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking nightgown, his eye seemed much less concerned about the strong-arm gift of the charwoman he surveyed than about former qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's pace, he noticed that the man seemed to comment over cleavage almost dismissively. He seemed to calculate penetratingly into the eyes of each miss he passed. He seemed to measure her solid attitude rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to gain her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her centre. She realized her huge bloomer, her body tensing in fear.

Claire had to want to attend her sexy right in forepart of Cruceaux, and now she had a female child she 'd barely met squeezing her hand tightly like a frightened little sis. Naya was mortified. But it was too deep to disengage. Damian had already swept down the aisle to sight them, and his eyes had already taken keen note of their joined hands.

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

But instead Claire remained still, did n't free the bridge player - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde char first, and then his piercing gaze set its mountain on Naya. He seemed to loaf on her glossy, midnight hair and the dark chocolate pools of her oculus. His eyes gently caressed the slenderness of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for upright quantity. He settled on her grimace, and Naya tried to meet his gaze. After a few seconds, she couldn't.

Her heart began to go down as he began to wrench away. But instead these dustup came out of Damian 's oral fissure as he spoke to his two help.

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

Naya exchanged a quick coup d'oeil with Claire, saw the triumph in her new admirer 's eye. They had done it. They had passed the kickoff test. Claire leaned over, risking a whisper before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the night begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

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

'' I do n't cogitate I caught your gens, '' he said mildly as the bay doors slid open and the limousine lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

Claire dared a more direct gaze than Naya could summon. `` Claire. ``

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

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

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

Damian Cruceaux chuckled. `` Ah. You are a rarified gem, Naya. I thought I saw a concealed fire in you. In answer to your inquiry, no…not at all. I do not return out compliment freely. You will learn that soon enough. ``

The rest of the ride went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a footling 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 business, his travel, his yesteryear careers.

At last, with the wind picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windshield glass, the limousine pulled up to a classy Greek-Italian eating house. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the looking glass windows revealed voluptuous tablecloths and crystal ware which would 've looked suitable in most multimillion buck residence.

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

'' Forgive me, my lady. You have other program for the night. I see the disappointment on your face, but do not adjudicate the even until it 's over. I would not make brought you this far only to abandon you. '' The huge, muscle-bound black man sounded almost gallant, and his oculus twinkled at Claire in a way that sent rake rushing to her cheeks. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's nub was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an infest army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so ladies who had tried to be his this night, he had picked HER. Naya spread her handwriting on either side of her, a streak of self-conscious cognisance surfacing with a vengeance. She was aware of the deep red pendant at her throat, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering bootleg in the garb. She had been going for a decadent feel, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her physique and rested on her face, she had succeeded.

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

To share a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a nighttime of passion and surplusage without regrets ? That might have been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first blank space, but it did n't vocalise so impressive now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the table bound, almost ashamed that she had no address answer.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a girl with a unidimensional personality. You 're a Loretta Young woman looking for something more out of life story. More than what companionship says you can be. severalise me I 'm wrong. ``

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

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

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

'' Because you know you 're in good order. You ARE right, '' she replied, finally meeting his regard. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my dreams for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to believe, just for one night, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a iniquity Prince Charming. In a few months I 'll ingest my engineering grade. Probably a few months after that I 'll take in financial independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels empty to me. I see my acquaintance become absorbed in their own small worlds, obsessing on careers and leaving everyone else behind. That 's not what I want to be. That 's not who I am. ``

'' And then why me, Naya ? Why take the over-the-top risk of exposure of acceding to my whims and spending the night with a man you do n't even make out ? ``

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

Naya tried to just be honest. `` Because you have power, because you clearly do n't care what people think. I admired your satinpod when I first read the placard. I admired your bluntness, the world-be-damned school of thought I sensed behind the words in your ad. '' Naya could n't think she was saying this. She sounded like another person, but it was true. This was n't who she was when she was talking with her booster at church or with her parents.

'' And ? So far, have you come to any conclusions ? '' As he said it, he had the audaciousness to reach and gently rub his right manus over her left. She felt the straightaway surge of passion from his ribbon, and it made her arm thrill.

'' Too early to tell, '' she whispered. `` But tell me this, '' she said, trying to recover. `` Why did you take Claire ? Why parent her Hope up only to cruelly result her and then ingest me ? I do n't make love if I can honor a man who does something like that. ``

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

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

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

His demeanor turned severe, though, even as that live sentence brought up alarming interrogative sentence in Naya 's mind.

'' The truth is a lot more mundane than you would imagine, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like family to me. Pierre has been with me for several class, but has yet to find out the right woman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's right, Naya - I was playing marriage broker this evening. Pierre trusted me to choose. I 'm a beneficial jurist of chemistry. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an confidant dinner party not unlike this one. ``

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. fair sex was stunned. Naya had almost forgotten Damian 's hand gently rubbing not only her hand, but also her arm.

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

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

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the scrumptious finish saltation on her palate for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girl for getting sure ideas after you 've put her in a card with 100 other sexed-up women ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. bazaar enough. I guess I do owe you a more take reply about myself. Do you know why monogamousness is the highest shape of relationship ? ``

Naya shook her head and withdrew her hand. That damnably gratifying spirit of his helping hand rubbing her arm was making it difficult to retrieve straight.

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two affair in this world which matter to me more than anything else. Jealousy and loyalty. ``

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

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

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

'' Yet they have, but do n't be amiss me. I will do anything for the woman I love. If the woman I love asks me to take another womanhood to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man take away her rightfield in front of me, I could n't deny her even that. There is null I will not do for a woman, as long as her request does not come tainted by greed. '' The heavily line of his jaw had melted into a wry grinning. `` Of course, you probably find me an odd mix of traditional romantic partiality and things more decadent, umbrageous and forbidden. There are few adult female who have ever understood me. The only one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

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

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

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

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

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

This language drew stark lines in Naya 's brain and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dark illusion. illusion of being taken - sometimes by a pirate Rex, sometimes by a savage barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably seem silly to her friends, and many people would be horrified. But there were real to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

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

'' How does this look, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's breathing had quickened. She was sure he could see the speedy ascent and fall of her breasts under the skintight cloth. The exertion along her forehead had to be noticeable too. Her cleavage felt slick with elbow grease, and she wanted to unchurch her mettle for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's eyes gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare woman, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to have it off exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the norms of order. Society is superficial and dead. I want you to feel alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - society 's impression be damned. Men and charwoman think differently. We ARE different. Society forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do things you may not need to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will have it away you and cherish you, but I will also make you MINE. I will push you to the limits, I will take exception you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her response. His hands still gently clasped her wrists. Even that tame storey of his control over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her back talk turning dry.

'' Can you treat this ? Can you abide such an system ? Because if you ca n't, there is no shame in standing up now and walking away. I wo n't try to stop you. But if you go forward from here, the regulation change. I will not treat you with kid gloves. I will address you as the slave you were meant to become. ``

Naya abruptly withdrew her hands, breaking his grip. She flashed him a loathsome smile. `` And just what are the convention, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, fop billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my case, classes to attend. Preferably ON clock time. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his finger's breadth on the table and took a sip of the fine red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagne and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` throw me the weekend. If you decide to delay with me after that, you 'll quit your damn social class, take the $ 2 million I offered, and go my slave. ``

Naya took a draft of her wine, swirling the beautiful red liquidity in the fine quartz glass, watching and imagining it was descent. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the nifty 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 year 's salary - $ 200,000. Do we have got an agreement ? ``

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

But the billionaire returned her intellectual statement with a carefully poker-faced expression. `` You tell me, young woman. You are the one who said you were concern in something MORE than a one-night stand. That is what I now offer. So…what do you make up one's mind, Naya ? What would my cute and aphrodisiacal girlfriend choose ? ``

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that word. lady friend. He said it like it was a dirty news. Like it implied acts she could barely conceptualise of. A thrill ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be careful. Do n't you recollect Rebecca 's quarrel ? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, missy. For once in your life do something that is true to who you are. Not the person you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's goodly and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

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

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would fall out adjacent. I guess I was wrongly, she realized not long after. The limo had come to pick them up, but this clock time it was a different device driver who ushered them into the bet on can. Inside, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting side by side on the plush leather cushions opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every movement had the easygoing limberness of a panther. He casually put an arm about her as the number one wood gunned the limousine into the rain-soaked night.

For a spell traffic seemed to decelerate everything to a creeping, but the aggressive number one wood eventually got them to the highway, and soon they were leaving the urban center behind altogether.

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

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

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

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

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

'' flight strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her trunk go coldness. A second later, though, heat flooded her veins. The thinking 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 Edward Young woman and a man in a black tie. She looked over at the two of them, and her face must have shown her shock.

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

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

'' Claire, call for off your clothes. Now. ``

Claire went very still. Her eye flashed to meet his. For a second she did n't travel, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blonde slowly unbuttoned the vertebral column of her dress, slipped absolve of the soft satin, and shimmied free of the remainder of it. She was now in only a smart crimson bra and panty. Next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of material fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious rosehip, sliding them gracefully off of her ankle. The heels came off then, and there was nil but birthday courtship. Just womanly beauty, nude and unvarnished.

The au naturel blonde sat beside Pierre, her supple breasts displayed for the other three the great unwashed in the limousine to admire. The Edward Teach of pubic hairsbreadth enshrouding her sex seemed to promise a world of delights.

'' Open your thighs a little wider, dear. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now look up to her sex, open and exposed. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or sheer intimate arousal, Naya was n't surely. Claire met Naya 's center with a looking of victory, like a person does when they 've just conquered a fear, and it gave Naya an incredible rush.

Before anything more could be done, Naya found her hands reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed fabric without too much trouble, finally letting it flop to the side as she sat beside Damian in only her pinko lace-bra and pink panty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's lush soundbox. The blonde 's pale pelt and feminine curves were beautiful, simple as that.

There was n't anything to be ashamed of, was there ? Why should she be so loth to show her beauty 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 grappling, guilt-infested warnings in her judgement and tried to pack the final plunge. She reached backward, touching her bra strap. Her digit froze.

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

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

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

As he said the word of honor, though, Damian gently did the body of work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to reveal her supple retinal cone. He then slowly slid her scanty down her ramification, all the way to her mortise joint, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the box, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her giving birth. Her cute laughingstock felt the cool leather underneath her. Her slit felt the air on her exposed cunt back talk. She felt a boot of danger, of arousal, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's bodies. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned skin was a refinement darker than the soupiness of Claire 's. Claire 's bosom were maybe slightly turgid, the nipples larger and more pronounced. Naya 's smooth belly with its belly-button ring added an exotic allure beneath her well-formed knocker, and the mesomorphic tone in her arms and legs was unmistakable.

'' What do you recall, Pierre ? Are these slaves not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulder joint, hugging her bareness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a ballgame. Naya could n't conceive how sexually cognisant she felt. Every rub of his leg against her naked thigh…even through the cloth of his knickers - sent aesthesis all the way to her loins. She had to consciously prevent her body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

But her nipples were already hardened, a shameful giveaway for all to see. They did n't adjudicate her for it, though. She waited for a curse that never came.

'' They are both exquisite, Master. I can definitely address a spade a spade, '' Pierre said with a smiling. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her berm in a similar possessive posture. He went a step further, though, claiming her sassing with a tender kiss. Claire moaned, her nipples beading too, and her nakedness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At net they came away from each other, sassing parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my hammer, slave ? Put your sass on my manhood, '' Pierre said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the black man 's leather smash, slid it off of his waistline, and greedily unzipped his slacks. Her elegant hands moved to slide down his pants and undergarments, letting a midst, long tool give free.

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

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

'' She 's sucking his pecker, Master. She 's taking him in her oral fissure, '' Naya whispered. Her pussy felt warmth. Surging heating plant. She suddenly felt a suffocating oestrus despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouth back and forth along capital of South Dakota 's manhood. There was a gentle, suckling rhythm, its sound soon unmistakable in the background. Naya sat mesmerized as the new blonde slurped up and down Pierre 's penis. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's golden hairsbreadth into two clinched fists, groaning more than deeply as she went to forge on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his turncock encased between her lips.

'' smell at me, slave. I want to see your eyes as my hammer fill your mouth, '' capital of South Dakota ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his irradiation, her tongue caressing the length of his cock. She pumped her face back and forth, the suckling sounds intensifying until Pierre grasped her head and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the girl bottomed out on his pubic hair, her nose practically touching his crotch.

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

Naya sat there in mental rejection, her loins wet with sore desire. This ca n't be happening. It ca n't, she told herself. It had to be a dream. Instead, though, the Young woman felt the appalling touch of two fingers gently rubbing against her exposed clitoris. Damian 's digit. The man was tender but steady - and what began as conciliate hitch 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 knocker heaved as he tormented her with the luscious attack of touch. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two fingerbreadth slid into her indulgent channel. She tried to keep her eyes focused on Claire slurping up and down that farsighted, bootleg cock. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her mouth on the ray of light again, this meter bottoming out on the drear slab until her gurgling was unmistakable. She came up for air, fresh strands of gooey cum drifting from her lips. These she gathered with her digit, licking them clean as if they were a sugary treat.

'' Good, slave. How does your lord 's cum taste ? '' Pierre rumbled.

Claire was startled as the big man grasped her by the scruff of the neck, leaning down to kiss her savagely. She groaned as the man 's early hand reached behind her well-proportioned butt, inserting a fingerbreadth into her give away pussy. Claire 's resulting moan made Naya 's pussy nearly alluvion. Damian 's finger's breadth had been tormenting her this entire prison term, and seeing her fellow slave being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you belief, Naya ? '' Suddenly the sanctify digit stopped moving, and letdown tore through Naya 's raw body. She thrummed with indigence, and her genital organ had been unconsciously thrusting forward to meet the billionaire 's skin senses.

'' I…I look heat, Master. Your fingers feel so good inside me. I need them there. Touching me. Please don't…do n't hold back, '' she confessed.

'' You want to a greater extent, you 'll ingest to earn it Naya. '' Damian let the words knack, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his trouser, slid them and his undergarment down to his legs. She paused a moment, admiring the wide package in her care. His midst, vein-bulging cock was hard for her, so expectant. She imagined the feeling of indigence which must be surging through his whole organic structure, the parentage rushing to the distance of his ray.

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

This feeling of control she had over him, it made her feel incredibly active. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her mouth up and down with a hectic intensity. Time seemed to fall away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's au naturel thighs, gripping so hard as her oral cavity bottomed out on his penis. Damian practically growled at her. `` dungeon suck me, cute little cunt. Impale that afters little mouth on my prick. Yes ! '' Damian 's vocalisation had changed now. It sounded more like the tike beast she 'd dreamed of in her fantasy than the respectable businessman he was.

Naya 's jaw rippled as she continued to hug his shaft with her knife, her teeth gently grazing his prick as she came up off of him, cum dangling from her pretty lips. Before he could even recover though, the brunette had impaled her mouth again, squeezing the slope of his diaphysis with her glossa as she slurped like a selfless hard worker. Damian 's moan reached a crescendo. He gasped, his hands grasping her by the articulatio humeri and flinging her jaw backward off of his straining cock.

'' spread your mouth, slave. OPEN ! '' he shouted. Naya 's sassing opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her white meat. Damian raised his manhood higher, the last series of spirt covering her face and back talk. When he was at live fully spent, Damian lifted her back onto his lap, but now she faced him and he seemed to enjoy the play of emotions across her aspect as his hands fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new altitude.

Naya 's mouth opened in a wordless, agonized groan. She looked down at her cum-covered boob and felt the sticky cum on her face, its nipping scent filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the Hell in her core - that quickly building pool of desire so desperately needing exit. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingerbreadth desperately, grinding her hip joint with fervency. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limousine on a highway, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

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

'' What are you feeling, knuckle down ? assure ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's moan plateaued, and her soundbox climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. shtup me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her purulent clenching around his index finger as she came hard, her juice flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender weapons system grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his singlet as she felt herself riding out the orgasm. Her nude, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's young face pressed against Damian 's articulatio humeri, her strong hint panting against his cervix.

She 'd lost all horse sense of time and awareness. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some time before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big mordant man 's turncock. The blond 's sexy cheek bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sexes joining filling the room with a constant rhythm.

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

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

Yet if that was truthful, then why had her body never felt so active ? She remembered his hand inside her diffused heat and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his humanness between her slit sassing, impaling her moistness heat and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a shaft so rigid and filled with pauperization. Then she felt his high temperature fulfill her inside, her optic snapping overt as her back arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her brass firmly pressed against his chest, the airdrome terminal Christ Within twinkling in the distance.

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

CHAPTER 5

Naya was dismayed when she realized that her cum-covered face 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 impertinence flushed. Damian gave her an indulgent smirk. He leaned in, kissing her gummy mouth.

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

She looked at her environs - this perfectly ordinary limo - and could n't believe she was here. Sitting nude next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them Pierre lay sideways on the across-the-board leather cushions, his arm wrapped around a naked Claire. Her breathing was even and deep, and so was his.

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

Naya gave her original a skeptical look. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one speedy fuck a little early to be crowing your success ? '' Naya realized that the misanthropical side of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the watchword, but Damian seemed to get out the uncensored interpretation 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 practically to watch still, slave. very much. '' The limousine came to a stop near the runway, and Naya could just see on the rain-scoured tarmac where a private jet waited, maybe a football game battlefield away. The pelting had waned to a barely detectable drizzle.

The billionaire leaned across to the former behind, nudging his companion awake. Pierre awoke with a showtime, snuffling like a boar before rubbing at his sleepy middle and gently stirring Claire awake too.

'' It is prison term, my friend. The plane is ready, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the doorway. `` What are you waiting for, Naya ? You go first. ``

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

Damian shook his head. `` Those will be brought along by Marcus, my other driver. You will accompany me to the plane 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 champion and a lad charwoman. To be walking out into the open - along a runway where just anyone could be watching. That would be awful. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful body walking naked, displayed proudly beside your original ? said a diminutive vocalism in her head.

She looked at Damian one to a greater extent fourth dimension. His oral fissure was set in a firmly origin. He was grave. abruptly grievous. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to meet her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a deep, strengthen breath, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her unornamented pes on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic hair's-breadth, tickling the congregation of her sex and caressing her nipples into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the fresh scent of rain and pine trees. The airport was secluded at to the lowest degree, and she was thankful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her lower backrest. `` What do you feel, Naya ? Shame ? fright ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful cleaning woman. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nothing to fear. I own this airdrome. No one will dare judge you. Do you conceive me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the business in his face. exactly moments before he had looked rile, stung by her harsh speech about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her heart ache just a little. She impulsively slipped her arms around his neck, standing up on her tiptoes to give him a retentive, lingering kiss. He tasted of hoot for some rationality, and her good sense awakened, the rub of his vest along her breasts creating a gratifying rippling up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male flight accompaniment, their blue vest looking almost black in the dark, materialized in front man of the limo. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help oneself deport anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudeness. Naya swallowed with difficulty, trying to keep on the red from creeping onto her nerve.

'' Please Master. Ca n't you apply me something to endure ? ''

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

'' Now will you do, Naya ? I can add a leash and leash if you think to oppugn my decree again. ``

Naya quickly shook her straits, sighing as his hand gently conformed to the shape of her sexy keister, urging her forward.

Every footstep felt the like torture to Naya. She felt like movable being paraded before a victorious throng, even though the rails was virtually empty. A few airport staff office went about their duties, but in the dark they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his entourage. Claire walked with obtrusive nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the Same 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 steps onto the plane.

The moment she set understructure inside a rush of relief swept through her. She was given a seat beside Claire, and the two au naturel slaves were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some ineptitude, cleansing her look and breasts with the handlock still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you care me to facilitate, slave ? '' The kindness in his eyes disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a enamor striver missy brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the bile to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an irritable tone, but quietly nodded. With dexterous stroking he wiped off the stickiness on her bosom, face, and elsewhere on her face.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the lounge arena of the sheet from the front of the cabin. Naya did n't realise the case of plane. She guessed it could sit 40-50 masses comfortably. It was definitely used for business travel, and it was well stocked with beverages of all sort - gin, whisky, rum, fruit juices, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare minute of concealment.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how awkward she felt. Why did sitting nude side by side to somebody change her ability to recollect or talk normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't make sense, but the ineptitude 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 opine so much. To just let myself feel. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a soft laugh. `` That probably sounds stupid, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an evil grin lighting up her somewhat case. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few flavour your way. You had Damian like putty in your deal. '' Sucking his cock, feeling the blood rushing through his humanity, my paw resting on the straining muscleman of his legs as he barely holds back with the desire to tear his crotch upward into my warm mouthpiece. Naya shook the storage away, but the thought already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensations she could n't appear to control.

The vernal blonde looked at her friend, gently patting her bridge player. `` I think he adores you, you know. At first I was so fuddled off, when Pierre 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 hours, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this split second connection. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same affair. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so sure. I 've already managed to say some unintelligent things tonight. I 'm not as fearless as you, Claire. This whole…slave submissive lifestyle…I do n't know. I just feel like I 'm between two world, the liberate person I want to be and the mortal whose body I 'm wedge in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't know how to be that with all these opposite touch sensation telling me that what we 're doing is damage. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a dim tie and business coat placed her purse just out of arm 's reach.

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

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

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

'' Did I say you could have headphone perquisite, slave ? '' Damian 's eyes peaked in stake. A stifled grin could n't conceal the humour in his oculus, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

'' Hmm. I 'm not feeling terribly generous now, Naya, but I think I could be persuaded. '' He took her purse, walked over to a plush sofa across the aisle, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going slack as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to strip out of his tux, garb pants, and polished pitch-black shoe. He was soon naked before her, his trunk rippling with muscle that she 'd suspected had been there from the consequence she first saw his impression.

Naya felt her substance photoflood with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll attain you a sight, slave. Come here and jump on me. shag me. Ride this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her turn and put the phone to your ear. You can tell your roomy that everything 's exquisitely then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. check ? ``

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

So why are your nipples hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that tiny voice scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her bitch all the way through her chest and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her substructure and walked across the aisle. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his raw flesh until his cock pressed gently against her stomach. It was long, thick and ready for her…and it made her stock run hot.

'' I…Master, please let me predict. Then I 'll bonk you. I promise. '' Why did the idea of talking to Rebekah while in such a compromising military position terrify her ? Naya 's heart was racing like it wanted to separate out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's paw cupped one of her bosom, squeezing just enough to intensify the sense impression until it wrested a groan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please lord. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. choose it or leave it. This will be the last chance to use your earpiece until the weekend is finished. You either call her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading facial expression. She wondered how many former cleaning woman had given him that same desperate pleading expression, and been refused any mercifulness in issue. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in stupor at the sensation of annoyance amalgamate with pleasure.

'' assure 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 quarrel seemed to click her defenses, making her realize just how arbitrary her veneration truly was. Why could n't she talk to Rebecca now ? What made making love to Damian, writhing on top of his hammer, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful hugger-mugger ? The horny brunette licked her mouth and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed hands. Gingerly, she positioned his egg-shaped cock-head at the entrance to her sex, then eased herself down the first inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His prick was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her legs would soon deepen that. She slowly rocked back and forth, her mind reverting back to the dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the illusion in her dreaming to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness gathering between her ramification. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his fixed phallus, Sir Thomas More and more of it wedged its way bass.

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

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to become yours, lord. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the pace. I love the way you feel…so recondite inside me, '' she admitted, her voice turning to almost a soft purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his shaft between the seal of approval of her pussy back talk.

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

'' May I…may I call my roomy now, Master ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the pillow beside them, the substantially to gently pinch and harassment Naya 's young nipples and breasts. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted cone cell and retrieved the phone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

'' 1507, '' she sighed, her sex moving upward, only to come crashing down to once Sir Thomas More feel the comprehensiveness of his cock.

Damian keyed it in, went to the contacts list, dialed Rebecca. He held the phone to Naya 's ear even as she rode his cock with ship's boat, loving pump. She sighed, biting her lip as the vocalism on the early end spoke up, edged with panic.

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been vex sick ! I heard from a friend, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her sis had responded to that Saame ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a unit serail of women to opt from, that he picked two out of the bunch at a storage warehouse down by the docks district and just whisk them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Look, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The early 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 chance to outride the whole weekend with him. I said yes. ``

'' Naya, what 's improper ? Why are you groaning ? Are you hurt ? I hope you agnise how bat-shit weirdo this all sounds. Do you really need me to believe that you 're going to be sharing Damian Cruceaux 's bed tonight ? That this billionaire, of all the sexy char in the existence, picks you to be his playmate for a Night ? ``

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to see 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 have. I 'm sure he gets cleaning lady a dime a dozen, steady. I do n't think you should bonk a guy like that, no matter how ample he is. ``

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

'' Just tell me this. order me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her scoop admirer, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of apology in her voice. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would serve her right to take a crap her worry some more. She should 've been glad for Naya, but instead she 'd place worm of guilt threading through her thoughts.

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

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll holler you Monday morning. I 'm fine, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't interest about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the headphone off Naya moaned loud and earn, her juices dripping onto his dick. She humped his manhood harder, the subdued rocking of her body weight moving back and Forth River with animalistic zeal.

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

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

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his oculus oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a chance to serve. `` ejaculate here, girl. seminal fluid here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian poking his cock upward, flinging his pelvis ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his free bridge player continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the border. She felt herself go into spasm, her succus coating every inch of his rigid member. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on tight, little cunt. preserve fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her chest even as she reached out her manpower to grip the backrest of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvis stab upward, impaling her deeper, and the plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of angle, her ears nearly popping as they made the ascent. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttocks, ramming herself down to join them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's gourmandize prick.

Damian cupped her chest gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will hold dear you, slave. You are much more to me than a fuck. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my peter. '' He lay back, his hands slipping up to her shoulders, massaging them as the present moment of climax tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his name as the hot outburst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his member vellication inside her again and again and again.

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

She cupped his face in her hands, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I desire you ? '' she asked. That head - trust - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't want to let herself become vulnerable to person with his kind of business leader, individual who could always let what he wanted. And Rebecca was aright. She did n't really sleep with anything about him at all. She 'd known him for LE than 24 60 minutes. He was a man with resourcefulness, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will prove that you can trust me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the crook of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a blanket over her raw material body. `` relief for the remainder of the Nox, slave. I will add up check on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the tender if you should need anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' Master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please outride. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly attender look, and to Naya 's electric shock he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The lounge was wide enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his warmth, his muscled arm draped over her breast, his breath warm on her cervix. He stroked her shining twist of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like alright strands of silk down the early position of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her cervix softly, closed his oculus, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a long prison term to the rhythm of his breathing rather than let sleep necessitate her. Naya could n't facilitate it.

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

'' You heard me, slave. I told you to slam that hot pussy back to meet each of my fucks. Now FUCK me, lilliputian bitch. I want to finger you case every inch of my cock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little rough than what Naya had expected. Perhaps capital of South Dakota 's gustatory sensation were dissimilar than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's hard personality would rub off on his employees rather than vice versa.

She watched, fear 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 blonde moaned, pushing her cute buttocks backward as the slap of two sexuality joining filled the air.

'' Yes…Master…call me your bitch. fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's breasts shook with the force of capital of South Dakota 's poke. Seeing the huge grim man dwarfing her lithe, womanly frame was a unusual contrast. If Naya did n't know better, she 'd almost wonder if capital of South Dakota would go her fragile, naked body 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, slave ? Is this the fantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with hard, powerful lunges, but it was the young blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those thrusts, begging him to telephone her names that made Naya flush.

Pierre stilled, one deal still jerking the leash back, the other hand gently slapping the house buttocks cheeks at his disposition. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each sentence, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire dictate the force-out, the rhythm method of birth control of their coupling. `` What do you hope for, knuckle down ? state me what you feel or I wo n't travel another muscular tissue. talking to me. ``

Claire sighed, her pelvic arch lunging backward as she moaned. `` I…this has been my fantasy, passe-partout. To be fucked from behind savagely. With a collar around my neck. To be treated like a slave. ``

'' And then ? '' capital of South Dakota prodded. `` Do n't mindlessly plunge yourself in the fantasy. find fault up the threads, and let them guide you. intend about the subconscious desires underneath it, Claire. What do you want me to do next ? ``

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

It took only that simple request, and the formerly dominating Master had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender Thomas Young blonde, and began to lick tenderly at her twat. His tongue strokes, suction, and punch were joined by kisses and then gently stroking fingerbreadth which massaged the walls of her twat between natural language moving-picture show. Claire moaned, her mitt gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her life story was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The girl 's whisker was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth River as Claire 's head whipped left and right, the moan intensifying.

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

Many long mo later the exhausted girl sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, original. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her replete pussy, fucking her with zeal, his grunt joining hers until he yanked on the leash once again, growling in the moment of sexual climax. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flaccid penis. Cum dripped from her glistening slit lip, staining the cast cushions, but Master and slave did n't deal.

Pierre lay back on the couch as she snuggled on top of him, letting his munition enfold her as he kissed the top of her disheveled question, the ponytail frayed in half a 12 places.

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

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

capital of South Dakota 's words were so sappy that at inaugural Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the Sir Thomas More she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the couch, she wondered what right she had to barrack. guild would 've called it hedonic emptiness. Yet the sensations she 'd felt up here had given her more delectation, made her feel more accepted, than any political party her friends from church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the monetary standard she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? More to the point in time, it seemed a good thing to Naya.

For the first time ever, she did n't experience the need to obliterate. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even watch another span make dear almost right beside her and sentiency that intimate energy, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be good unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most abandon.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright Inner Light seeped underneath the blinds, and Naya awoke with a starting signal, realizing that she was on a comfortable bed. She was naked still, her wrists and ankle joint bound to the bedposts. Spread-eagled like that she felt both helpless and alive. She looked down, feeling a strange maven 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 tuck hole. The twist now buzzed in her kitty-cat and ass, creating whizz she did n't sleep with were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her attachment.

A threshold opened and footsteps sounded like whispers on the rug. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like face with its five o'clock phantasma loomed over her. He looked down at her with soreness. He gently stroked his hired hand along the brunette 's human face.

'' beneficial morning, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the flight I gave you a piffling something extra to draw you slumber. This is my version of an consternation clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and cheek. Naya moaned, her body feeling overwhelmed by the stimulus. Her breasts were crowned with pointed little pink nipples, arousal swamping her heart. She could experience herself trembling from the top of her fingers all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute back talk, making her moans all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to accept the safe ball gag out of her mouth.

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

'' Please, victor. It 's so lots intuitive feeling. My ass…uhhh…it 's never been filled, '' she gasped.

'' And how does it FEEL break one's back ? You 're focusing on what you think is decently or haywire because of society 's pattern. It 's supposedly cheating, to have something in that versed space inside you. But how do you truly look, Naya ? What is that sensation 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 bowel movement with the ribbed shafts within her pussy and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving pectus. He watched her eyes most of all, his gaze penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her Bond. Finally her body arched upward, the double incursion forcing an orgasm from her unseasoned feminine core.

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

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

Naya licked her lips, the coming rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her slit and anus seemingly with a hundred rubbing every second. `` Please, Master…stroke me. Touch me. ``

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her creative thinker and body reeling towards nothingness. The incursion deep in her honey communication channel and ass intensified, and her moment orgasm tore through her with as much potency as the world-class. The release little girl lay on the bed for two more Hz of build-ups and coming before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her sated feminine body.

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

'' This is the truth, slave. This is who you are. A cleaning woman who deserves pleasure. To give it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his au naturel torso over hers, inserting his cock between her cunt sassing, sheathing his humanness in her welcoming sex. He began a thoroughgoing rhythm, joining their bodies as one. Her quiet grunts belied the need surging through her pussy. The joy of having his stopcock fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lips, her natural language tussling with his as moan sang from her throat.

You were right, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, Master. I would even bank you with my meat. These were the fruition flashing through the girl 's thinker. Naya had finally discovered a new sentience of ego, and she would never be the same.

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A gentleman does n't expose his arcanum. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily interested in pharmaceutic. Our prized drug is a harmless quiescence pill without side consequence. I may or may not experience slipped one into your drink last dark. It takes a few hours to contract event, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my private residence. We are off the glide of Mexico on one of my buck private islands. It 's a suitable place for privacy…and diversions, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a puddle. Continuing the ad-lib tour, he led the naked offspring cleaning woman through an entry beside a sliding Methedrine threshold and into a exhibitioner fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a large, ornate golden nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a plush waterfall of warm up water onto his fuzz and side.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to bring together him. `` What 's improper, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tile in the bathroom just outside of the shower. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking bowel movement. Damian moved to crush it, but Naya found her hand reaching out to grab his radiocarpal joint.

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

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

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

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

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

Damian pulled her into an embracement as the rain shower swirled around her hair and shoulders, cascading down her backbone. The sluicing weewee felt like a salve on her well-sexed physical structure. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the same time. Her body ached, but in a good way, and she 'd stick sufficiency sleep. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

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

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

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

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

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

With her trunk dried, Damian stepped back.

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

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

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

'' These cling to your sexy tits, slave. I 'm going to ease up them an galvanising shock. Have you ever experienced the intense sensation of electricity though your more tender parts, Naya ? There are few matter I can compare it to. ``

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

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

'' Do you cognize what this is, buckle down ? ''

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

If he puts that thing inside me, I 'm going to feel it, Naya realized. Those extrusion and rooftree would rub against her pussy in a thou tormenting style.

The billionaire 's smoky-grey centre regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the dial. Naya went strict, moaning as the heat surged through her tit. Her nipples tingled like they were about to burst into flame - but the flack never grew to a wide-cut inferno. She wailed a little as he turned up the potential difference even more, and her breasts were bombarded by stimuli until she could n't feel her nipples.

There was a dynamism of pain now shooting through her mammilla, but not the sort of botheration that created a closing of sensation. Just the opposite. The tingle in her breasts made the rest of her body more aware. Her face, torso, ramification, and even feet thrummed with compound sensitivity.

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

'' Look at you, you sexy piddling cunt. I 'm going to scandalize those titty as I fuck you. This is your penalty. interpret ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck. His free mitt grazed against her clit, spurring invigorated motivation through her pubic region. `` If you do n't behave, maybe I 'll attach one of my clipping to this disobedient piffling pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his lips sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

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

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

'' Did I say you could kiss me, little slit ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her face forward, giving her a playful slap on each arse impudence. He lined up his sheathe manhood and gripped her around the waistline, forcing her cute buttocks backward and upward, exposing her slit for uttermost penetration.

Then, inch by agonizing column inch, he slid his sheathe hammer between her cunt lip, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her soft channel until groans escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the electroshock box sent tantalizing outburst of free energy through her too-sensitive teat.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it scathe, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the tone of pain in the ass. Instead it had the food colouring of delight, of pain bequeathing biography. Naya 's lithe organic structure squirmed and her paw pressed against the shower bath wall roofing tile as the alligator clips continued to fritter away electric stimulation into her supple conoid.

'' UHHH…please Master. delight no more than ! '' Naya begged, but it was a singular type of supplication lacking very desire. She wanted this unbelievable intuitive feeling igniting her core, sending her trunk into a level of awareness she 'd never quite experience. She was following the phantasy, letting the journeying usher her. The nude fille let out a mute coo of delight as Damian gripped her waist with one hand, 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 cock pounded her tight wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on flack, and the little girl was a soaking mess, her loins screaming for release.

The offspring woman felt that throbbing putz slam into the wet folds of her sex. All thought of where she was became nonmeaningful, and she let the build-up of pauperization consume her. The room was now filled with the gentle slap of Damian 's testicles against her thigh and the go on moans ripped from her throat by the electroshock therapy stimuli.

'' Your twat grips my cock well, slave. Do you feel the electroshock therapy surging through those aphrodisiac titty ? Hmm ? severalize me what you feel, slave. I want every detail. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those Holy Scripture, his tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from hindquarters.

The Cy Young brunette tried to form coherent thought process.

'' Do not be mindless, slave. I do n't want a asinine teammate. I want a actual woman - one who knows her fantasies, her deepest closed book and desires, no matter how wickedness, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, trivial cunt, or it all stops NOW. ``

To Naya the release of that incredible sensation in her breasts, of that peter filling her cunt, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her nates backward, impaling her damp warmth on the sheathe manhood of her headmaster.

'' No…please Master. I 'll assure you. I 'll assure you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from keister, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, original. It made me get to conceive of things, to envision certain….scenarios… ''

'' illusion ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her pith infused with heat. She leaned forward, making sure her pussy was at a perfect tallness for him to fuck.

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the texture of the prophylactic on your cock. Every clip you go through me, it makes me feel so good. Your cam stroke make me feel loved, Master. Each meter you fuck me is like the perfect buss. ``

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

'' No, schoolmaster ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't keep in line it, and I do n't sleep with when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the potential for just a moment, sending her writhing as her mammilla flared to life story. The tingling sensations lingered, making her boob ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to be intimate her, penalize her, his cock filling her tight cunt as the electroshocks sent wave after wave of stimulation through her titty and into her very core. She could n't consume it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a monster ? But how did awakening this dark fantasy within her go his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent thing all this time ?

Naya finally squealed as the tardy electroshock zapped her nipples, and the penis battering through her pussy sent her over the sharpness. The slender brunette clenched her cunt around Damian 's dick, flooding it with her embarrassing nectar and scent. It took what seemed infinity before her agonize, happily sated torso could at conclusion lean against the shower pipe.

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

The unseasoned woman sank to the base, her stage spread wide. Seed glistened between her pegleg as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her legs, cleansing his own contamination from her sex with his glossa. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual kiss, his hands cupping her beautiful expression.

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

Naya gave Damian a run down grin. `` Master, this striver considers herself penalise VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and animal joining of brim. When he 'd finally end up enjoying the gustation of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hand.

'' Would you like a tour of the residue of the mansion and the environment ? '' he asked, smoky-grey center filled with ripe humor.

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The idealistic turn took two hr, and by the end of it Naya 's calf were burning. It had been a good exercise, though, and she had seen enough opulence to fulfil several HGTV episodes. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an integral island ?

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

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

Damian frowned at the chess plug-in, not liking his options.

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

Naya smiled, swooping in with her knight. The bishop vanished, and Naya 's black knight now threatened to swoop on white 's nance.

'' 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 Bromus secalinus panel to pass her a sweetness, simple kiss. His potent sense of taste lingered on her tongue. She did n't require it to go away.

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

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his custody with a suspiration. `` I have n't lost a biz in…I ca n't think back how recollective, damn it. '' The frustration was n't real, and the glimmer in his eyes told her that he was ingrain by her supremacy of tactics.

Naya felt that ache in her centre return. Did she love this man ? She had to ask herself that interrogation more forcefully now. He caught the aloof feeling on her grimace 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 soul ? '' Damian asked. Naya sensed a sudden tension in the air, but she nodded readily enough.

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

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his script gently around her wrist joint. `` Tell me one more phantasy, Naya. One More, to seal this bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my lone mate, my hard worker who I would cherish above all else. ``

Naya shifted, feeling a piddling uncomfortable by Damian 's Logos. Yet they were not as discomfiting as they once might have been. She sensed a pernicious variety within herself. The recollective she stayed away from the world, the More it seemed she could just respond without second-guessing herself. Without the crushing guiltiness that usually lurked behind her thoughts.

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those couple words out took courage. It 's legal injury, Naya. wrong. Yet…yet it was there. A fantasy from her teenage year 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 notice the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined situations of control - intense phantasy where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in much the same way as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her true love. The grim Prince Charming. Her deepest fancy had always involved both factor, and she 'd never told a soul. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both custody on Naya 's reduce shoulders, and then gently caressed the little girl 's weaponry as he looked her in the eyes, refusing to let her glance away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to keep hush-hush. Tell me, my lovely slave. distinguish me and I can pee it material. ``

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

The young charwoman threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so dazed. This was a bad idea, Naya. He 'll never get laid you once you tell him the truth. But in no time at all his silhouette blocked the spread threshold. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his calloused hands stroking her hair. And it felt good. So good.

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

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is zip you have to revere - at to the lowest degree not from me. This place is our sanctuary, retrieve ? I wo n't let anyone ache you. ``

Those words finally gave her the strong point. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling enigma, the most appal revealing she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a smile. He did n't stumble for a second from the concerned, unshakable expression that told her how he cared. He promised to clothe her fantasy in flesh and wee it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the cake of the cellular telephone which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her throat etched with silver markings. Two thongs of rope bound her carpus to the top dog of the frigidness, unstained blade consistency tray on which she 's been spreadeagle. Her legs were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to remain completely still.

'' That 's right, cunt. Don't movement. We 've captured you. My husband and I, we like to catch little sluts like you who wander too far from home. Your OURS, slave. We own your petty cunt. I 'm going to initiate you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and honest friends. Sabrina Thompson was a aphrodisiacal Melanerpes erythrocephalus with pleasant-tasting curves, full breasts, and a deceptively angelic, young face. She had originally applied to be a flight of stairs attendant on Damian 's individual jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important talents. Her ability to knead away pain, to heal people 's spirits, had made Damian eventually resolve to hire her as a sex healer for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's predilection for women had meant that any romantic relationship was out of the interrogative sentence, Damian still kept in skin senses with her…and knew to call on her when an employee came to him with a fantasy involving female-on-female stimulus. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd told Naya that, and to Naya 's seismic disturbance she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous vernal brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a natural rubber putz in her back talk, its item facing upward. The long, rap beam had wickedly abrasive rows of bumps to enhance feminine pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasure to another female, and the thought sent her twat into a dripping-wet body politic of arousal.

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

'' Come here, hubby. cream this jade 's slit. Look how wet she is ! break the little kick a thorough cunt-sucking to celebrate her distracted. I 'm going to mount the slut 's facial expression and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

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

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her pelvis twitching as Damian lapped at her snatch. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her high temperature down on the long rubberized phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that cunt in her look. The melodic theme of licking it gave her no pleasure in itself. But the idea of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's slit crashing down on that long, sexy stilted shaft - that made Naya 's nipples harden. It made her moan and her pussy gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

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

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could speak, slit ? Lie there and let me use your face as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juice glistening on the cock in your backtalk ? Can you, beef ? '' Naya 's moans intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussy with hectic despair. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's small clit until it was knockout and engorged. Naya 's crotch began bucking upward into Damian 's fount. She was so finis. She could feel the climax beckoning in her CORE. Her pubes rushed towards the finish line.

'' Not so fast, little pussy. husband, give this horny bitch a taste of your dick. Stuff her pussy FULL, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's grimace. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's natural language withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to occur next was like liquid flame coursing through her veins, cunt and button. This is anguish, she thought. grand torturing. Her consistence hummed with desire, intolerable foreplay. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to death as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her ankles, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless steel soundbox tray. The cold steel had felt cold against her peel at first, but with the incessant rubbing and the body heat energy of the male and female person partner controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma bedchamber. Her lithesome bleakness was sheened with sweat, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her snatch down the cock fastened inside Naya 's Whitney Moore Young Jr. mouth. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the cornerstone of the body tray, pulled both of her legs up to expose her moist love channel. He inserted his manhood and jabbing brutally to the hilt, filling her piano sex.

The college student imagined Damian lean into her, his cock plowing deeply into her cunt with his gaze fastened on the joining of their body. Naya imagined what it might look like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's plunge down the artificial putz fastened to Naya 's face. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the illusion reach fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this helpless female captive taken by a beastly wife and husband…

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

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

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

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

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

At final the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as thumb weather sheet, her snatch slick with its own juices. `` Because…to have two people making me the nitty-gritty of all attention, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control over me, to me THAT is eff, schoolmaster. I feel love when your cock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's snatch engulfs the cock in my rima oris, making me finger like I 'm in the eye of a storm of…of energy, giving pleasure as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't know what to call it. Please, overlord. Please, schoolmarm, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The blanch dominatrix gave Damian a questioning face, making sure that he was still biz to stay. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in rapid sequence, her juices coating the rubber cock. At live on, with her tit beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the artificial cock, splashing it with her juices even more.

Naya went over the border when she sensed Sabrina 's coming. Her kitty clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards release. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the prophylactic cock from the girl 's oral fissure. Sabrina took a step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the boundary of the trunk tray, spreading her pelvic arch wide as he penetrated her with animalistic zeal. His phallus pounded her, arduous and fast, and Naya looked down at the shaft stabbing into the folds of her sex, arousal jumping through her loin. Her teat were hard as tiny infield, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an acme, his tool slamming between her pegleg until he tensed, their consistence joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her heating plant. Naya 's heading bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid warmth of him swim through her magnetic core. Slowly, shivering in the wake of her orgasm, Naya blinked back to a color of normality.

The nude Brigham Young woman heard only her speedy ventilation, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his mouth gently suckling on her breasts.

'' Mmm. I love how these young tit taste, slave. Mmm. Let me make clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downward, his glossa laving at her slickened love channel. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't seem to take care doing it in the least.

Is this what love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fulfill her fantasy, no matter how nighttime and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with pinnace rage. Asking nothing in return. His tongue gently stroked her core, bringing her one go pang of joy before he withdrew.

He unhooked the G-string binding her wrist 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 cherish you. As my mate, my slave. I will execute whatever fantasies you desire and protect you. My heart is yours to be crushed or to be made whole by you alone. One question now. Do you admit ? ``

Naya 's pretty typeface relaxed and she took a long moment to think. But there was null to decide. She did n't want to go back to a populace grey and colorless. A world without the vivid feelings she 'd just see. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. Her hands gripped his large-minded shoulder joint as he crushed her breasts against his chest, his arms encircling her and holding her tight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 11

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

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

No, that was n't quite confessedly. She also had stopped speaking to her parents. They did n't even know where she was living right now, only that apparently she had become 'some rich people billionaire 's playboy bunny ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail message. The scathe and scorn in his representative had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would take her parents time to make out to grips with the real Naya.

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

cloud obscured the moonlight in the night sky. Even with the campus light, 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 know. There are butterfly stroke in my belly. several 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 explore this option, just to see if there 's a chance she might say yes ?'Those lyric had floored Naya.

Her practical, respectable, churchgoing Friend would never, NEVER agree to hold out on an island with them in a surreal, sexually surface world where illusion came true. It just did n't sound potential. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the name of Jake Caulfield, Rebecca 's longtime swain. When she asked why he needed it, Damian had mysteriously said, 'Do n't worry…let me do the provision, making love .'

Now they were here and Damian planned to make Rebecca an crack she could n't refuse. They entered through the emergency entrance at the spinal column of the construction. person had illegally propped open the door. They rushed up three flights of step, Damian leading the way wearing a sinister vest and jeans, looking like a bouncer in a night club. Naya wore a inadequate lavender skirt 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 love who finally understood him.

volition I ever really sympathise the riddle that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for certainly, but she did know one matter. He was bold face, unpredictable, adventurous. 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 face of the earth, she 'd never gotten a new one. Jake was standing there in the hall waiting for them. Naya gasped.

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his hired hand. The athletic, wiry football histrion had a mop of blonde fuzz on his handsome aspect. His blue heart were deadly sober at the moment, but normally they crinkled with boyish charm.

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

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

Jake grinned at Naya. `` Naya, your fellow is one crazy son of a cunt, I 'll give him that. '' Naya still did n't know the drama. 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 decoy in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the nook, listening to the quick interchange of conversation as a groggy Rebecca got awoken in the middle of the dark.

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

'' No clip to explain, babe. We have to go - exigency. Naya needs our help. appear, I 'll try to explicate on the way. My car 's sitting out-of-door. We have to go. ``

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

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

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

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

Finally they reached their finish, a planetary house with grandiloquent alabaster column fronting the place. The estate was on a hill, surrounded by wrought iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three children were currently in residence. Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Book of Daniel did n't hump was that Damian had all his passcodes and certificate codes.

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

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

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

'' Jake, if this is a joke it is n't funny. Why did you withdraw us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunette looked feisty, pointing her finger angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her catch some Z's clothes. Somehow she managed to seem sexy though, the stop of her nipples poking through her sleep shirt.

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

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

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your service. '' Damian extended his script with a winning smile on his grimace.

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

'' Pleased to meet you I guess. '' But her reflection said the opposite. Damian was the man who had taken her best friend away from her. Rebekah did n't know that she agreed with the unloosen lifestyle Damian seemed to preach. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the by several month, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

Now the cute Edward Young woman looked him up and down suspiciously. `` OK, is person going to order me what this all is about ? Jake ? Naya ? ''

Rebekah turned to the others in the elbow room, and finally Naya had to propagate her arm spacious and say, `` see, Rebecca, please do n't hate me. But I want to tell you the the true. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new life, a better life, and I want you to stimulate it too. That 's why we 're all here. To prepare you an offer. ``

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

Jake nodded. `` Yeah, babe. I agree with her. I see what you 're becoming. I know you think you want this arcdegree so badly, but you 're neglecting former parts of your lifetime. Our kinship. I think this is the just thing for both of us. ``

The curly-haired young womanhood 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, Rebekah, '' Damian said simply. `` A slave. '' Rebekah stared open-mouthed as Damian told her what that meant, the very conception of it. The doctrine behind it. Damian made a passionate argument that in striving for one affair above all else, she 'd sacrificed herself as a intimate being, as a person.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million clam so that she could bump the bravery to go forth her old animation and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a standardised chance. get out now, with your boyfriend Jake. Come live on the island with us. I own a small private island in the Gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual fantasies that are the meat of who you really are. expose a unlike kind of life history with unlike priority. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good thing for us, Becky. The best of things. With the money you can go back to shoal any time and finish your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to change our surround, take store of where we 're at in our spirit. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own little worlds, internships, stratum, job applications across the country. THIS, though, would hold us a prospect to come across who we are first, to develop our kinship before going out into the humans. Damian is offering us a chance at sanctuary if we 're willing to be at peace treaty with some of our rich, maybe even darkest fantasies. Baby, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired young adult female looked at her young man almost outraged, but something held her choler in bridle. Jake and Damian 's words seemed to slowly pass through her thinker. She let out an fagged sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't consider this is even happening. Jake, take me home. I 'll sleep on it and think over this…this absolutely freaking insane fling. It 's crazy, but I 'm volition to consider it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really intend this is right for me ? ``

Naya gave her right booster a nod and took both of her hands 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 slope of you probably craves, whether you want to intromit it or not. Come with us. Go with me on this sick dangerous undertaking, and I promise you wo n't be disappointed. ``

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

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

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

'' The masses who own this mansion are asleep in their bedrooms upstairs. They might come alive at any moment. They might total down for a midnight collation. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the theater security, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the warning signal, and excuse to the homeowner and patrol what just happened to you…getting your best supporter and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. Fulfill your fantasy. Obey Jake 's commands. Do what you 've secretly craved to do. ``

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

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

'' I…this is CRAZY. ``

Naya came over, gently interlocking her script 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 shuddery about your best friend being here with you, helping you create a fantasy so that you can make love to your beau ? Everyone here cares about you. When I told Damian how much I missed you, he set this whole thing up so that maybe I could get you back. ``

There was a sudden thumping, as of stride. Perhaps someone on a higher floor using the can. The floor creaked overhead.

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

Naya watched, arousal seething in her blood. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's case flush with the plethora of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best friend, slipping the shirt over Beckys headland. Bra-less, Becky 's nipple glistened in the moonshine as the clouds receded. Her titty were shining, perfective tense cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a hired man under the waistcloth of her drawers, stroking her Cy Young clit.

Becky shuddered, her breathing a little tug as Jake continued to suck on her tit and stroke her soft sex.

'' Oh god, you 're so hot sister. I love feeling your sticky succus on my digit. You 're already getting wet for me, '' Jake said with a sigh. His principal came up for a kiss, and his rim swallowed up her swinging moan.

'' Say something, baby. Tell me how much you want me, '' Jake whispered, his free hand gripping Becky 's ass, then migrating upward to massage her bare back.

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

'' You can ! '' Jake growled. `` Shut up and subscribe to your pants off ! '' he said, program line now cresting in the shade of his voice.

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and sock, standing naked in her birthday courtship. piffling trickling streaks of pussy juice glistened on the interior of her thigh where Jake 's fingers had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully bare, her creamy titty and open sex inviting risque fantasies of control and desire.

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

'' Come here, baby. Get your very well ass in there and take in my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebekah hesitated, uncertainly staring at his prolonged cock, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you need the owner catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every bit that ticks by we might be discovered, baby. seed here ! Get your mouthpiece on me, and be quick about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a phantasy of Rebekah 's. Each meter Jake mentioned the prospect of someone discovering them, her center seemed to shine and Becky 's nipple had hardened like thumb tacks. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling urine of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's legs.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebekah took Jake 's beam in her elegant digit, gently pumping up and down his phallus until a free fall of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the face of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a short touch until her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.

Jake groaned, his consistency going unbending with desire. It was as if every heart ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his peter, hungrily gathering up the sensations. Jake groaned more loudly now as Becky gently covered his cock-head in her mouth, slowly pumping her face down and then up, down and then up. The young man 's header went back, eyes windup in a unrestrained exaltation as Becky slurped up and down his eager cocksucker.

Damian turned to Naya, and the look of foreplay in Naya 's brass was patent. Naya 's eyes were glued to the improbable scene .'I ca n't consider she 's doing this in front of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's cock, her hands pressing firmly against his hips.

The untested man tried to stifle his groans, grunting as he thrust his pelvis upward to impale Becky 's Young mouth. The curly brunet gurgled as she took his shaft deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic muff. She held him there, lovingly encased in her back talk for various long second. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her back talk dripping with filament of cum.

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

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

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' prognosticate me Master, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a bit, but then she let the word mannequin in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-haired brunet leaned over again, slurping up his prick between her cute lip, pumping up and down, up and down, until release seemed impending. Jake clenched two custody in her tomentum, moving his hands up and down to help fuck her brass with more virile plunge.

At last Becky came up off of that cock one More metre, her chin dangling with yearn watercourse of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the Moon. `` Mmm. Master has lots of cum, '' Becky said with a smile. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her straddle him.

His dick, thick and ready, saluted Becky 's pale nakedness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute short slut ? The owner of this house might follow any bit. Hurry up and have intercourse me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering facial expression as she positioned her pussy above his bulblike cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to make the beat, her cunt engulfing his shaft until Naya could only see his ballock. Naya watched with gathering need in her lumbus, her pussy wet now, as her secure Quaker began to ride Jake 's cock.

'' Uhh…you bastard. Fuck me. Fuck my twat, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his genitalia upward to meet her downward fucks, joining their bodies until Sir Thomas More pre-cum leaked between the seal of her puss lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was ready to explode.

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

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

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

'' Yes, infant. Impale that hot pussy on my dick. YES. Faster, you little slut. Harder, '' Jake growled, his work force reaching out to tweet Becky 's pink mamilla, wresting a groan from her beautiful lips.

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark naked, every beautiful womanly curvature revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather dog collar around her cervix and then cuffed her men behind her backrest. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his hands gripping her shoulders firmly as he swiftly entered her warmly slit from behind, plunging into the mildness of her sex with an audible smack, his sac smacking against the backs of her second joint with each pulverizing shag.

The dark-haired girl moaned as Damian fucked her thoroughly, his rooster ramming into her to the hilt, making her its velvety sheath. Naya had to rely on Damian 's hands to hold her shoulders and keep her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had complete index over her. All Naya could do was push her rose hip back to meet his thrusts, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever deeper.

'' Yes, little cunt. motility those articulatio coxae. I 'm going to fuck your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their bodies joining creating a staccato speech rhythm which added to the chorus line of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's heavyset tool.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so hard. The arousing sight must have sent the curly brunette over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an rapturous wail as her pussy gushed on Jake 's humanity. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's tight depths. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down for a fierce candy kiss as his own climax poured through him, his germ surging into her warm up inside.

The door to the terrace swung panoptic open and a middle-aged man with piercing blue eyes and gray whisker volley into the room. He was wearing only a Nox robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

Naya turned, her cheeks blushing as Damian continued to fuck her hard, as if zilch were amiss. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Daniel, why how-do-you-do. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the star sign looked at the view in front of him. A brunette with a leather apprehension around her cervix, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's hammer plowing her from butt. A curly-haired brunette sitting on a young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid pecker slipped complimentary, totally sated. Becky looked horrified, her jaw dropping as she realized Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the untested man put his hand on her shoulders.

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

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

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

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

'' That man owes me more than he can ever reward, '' Damian whispered. `` Do n't care, knuckle down. We are n't in any bother. '' With that problem erased from Naya 's sex-fueled mentality, the brunette could now slam her pussycat back to sheathe Damian 's phallus again and again and again, moaning and enjoying every second of it.

'' Yes, Master. shtup my cunt. nookie this hard worker 's brains out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their eyes met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still get laid me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the best friend you 've always been able to trust ?'Those were the thoughts Naya almost wanted to ask, if the sensation Damian 's hammer was assaulting her cunt with had n't derailed any endeavour to talk in coherent prison term.

The unsufferable had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to trifle out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her breast, combined with the enclosing of stimulation and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her hip joint back, her cute buttocks slamming to cope with Damian 's plunging cock as the mo of eruption came. His hired man tightened on Naya 's shoulders, spurt after spirt of cum emptying into her uterus. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her Master for emptying his seed, her dead body sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heat consume her.

epilogue

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interesting dichotomy of the population as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the dungeon .'Her friend had learned to harness her sexual illusion and use them as creative fuel to induce sprightliness worth aliveness. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three months now, and the men in their living - 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 glowing, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a elephantine pink dildo whirring away in her pussy. Her articulatio talocruralis were tied to either side of the horse, 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 bulwark of her sex with one C of tiny costate swelling along the entire length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her teat with his deceptively mild sense of touch. `` well, slave ? How does it palpate, that Brobdingnagian, hard rubber cock 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 avowedly fantasies involved.

Just across from Naya, Becky was a waste mare, her pale nudity straddling Jake 's cock. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chair, his ankle joint lashed to the floor. His rooster had a cock-ring at the base, restricting the flow of stemma, letting just enough parentage boot to the tip of his turncock 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 dick with horny abandon, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

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

Becky 's language was rough, but it was all just component of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was willing to act as this role, giving her the illusion she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to run the dominant allele one, and sometimes she let Jake take that function. Neither was proper or wrong. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual intimacies and oddities in countless class.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock background to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimulus assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her clitoris. His other hand cupped her tender knocker until she had no choice but to gush hard on that rubber cock, coating it with her succus and scent.

Her prolonged moan finally ended, but the stimulation never let up. Naya 's pussy, over-sensitive from the recent sexual climax, now felt every vibrating sensation from the embedded cock with trio intensity as it impaled her sleek 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 osculation on the mouth. `` Mmm…yes, baby. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's unrestrained cry Panax quinquefolius with intimate dismission, her pussy coating Jake 's cock with its sweet-smelling feminine nectar.

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

THE END

I hope you enjoyed the taradiddle. Please send out me a comment to let me know what you thought ! This story resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed gild. Remember, always follow your pipe dream, the darker and kinkier the upright !

~Gaggedkitty