CHAPTER 1

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

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

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as secret as his picture show suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The font staring back at her seemed cynical, the eyes hard, almost cold, as if they 'd seen too very much. He was at to the lowest degree a decade her senior, but his lean look had somehow retained the magic spell of a much younger man. Damian 's eyes were smoky grey. His figure was pack together, and even under the dark regal dress shirt, muscles rippled.

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

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

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might have called her petite from a distance, but she had detectable curves and a body that screamed womanly lulu. She glanced in the mirror one hold out time, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless Black person dress. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black fuzz that hung in wavy voluptuousness a skillful few column inch past her berm. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a blowout for the caterpillar track team at Triton University. She was also a aged studying engineering.

The roomie behind her was like a softer variant of Naya. Rebecca 's curt, curly hairsbreadth and wicked eyes were always looking for the next joke to play. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that exorbitant on-line advertizing.

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

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to calibrate in a few more month. Is this, like, some last stupid stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible adult ? Because I promise you, there are lupus erythematosus unintelligent way to do something capricious and fun. You do n't know WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a serial killer for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to differentiate her the truth. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR ambition, not hers. Now that she was so close to achieving it, she did n't sense elated or even encouraged…she felt empty. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her experience alive. She did n't want to think about the future, at least not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an hide assembly had seemed like a cosmic polarity to Naya. weirdo or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to have what she hoped might be the night of her life, descend what may.

CHAPTER 2

The evening began as Naya had hoped. Just on fourth dimension, 8PM, and the moon already hanging in the sky like a behemoth pale Frisbee, the sleek, black limousine pulled up to the curb near her dormitory. Rebekah - ever stubborn - stood by the curb with her, wearing a much less dressy denim and a tank top. She gave her ally a au revoir hug.

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

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupid. I promise to be careful. lovemaking you, girl. Now go have a relaxing Night without me. call that boyfriend you 've been pining for the last few days, '' she said with a grin, dodging out of the way as Rebekah tried to pass on her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed driver opened the door for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could look for further retribution. She waved at her ally as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and labor them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on stick and needle. A light pelting began to decrease, making the asphalt and buildings glisten with a quality Naya liked. It reminded her of magic. Wow, what a corny thought. Do n't let your screaming meemies make you say something pudding head tonight, Naya reminded herself.

Would the dream she 'd harbored for a magical evening tonight go as she hoped, even if she did her best ? Would her best be even close up to skillful enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to ease the tensity by making pocket-size talk.

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

Naya frowned. The first tiny bit of'I told you so'crept into her headspring, doing a noteworthy rendition of Rebecca 's voice. As the minutes ticked by, still totally incognizant of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiety morphed into something else. It took on undertones of instantly fear. Nearly 45 minutes passed before Naya was set to bang on the partition and requirement that 'Pierre'stop the vehicle and distinguish her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a magnanimous warehouse with a bay sliding out-of-doors, and the limousine eased out of the rainfall, pulling to a stop in a all-inclusive warehouse floor flooded with light.

The doorway opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a polite nod. `` Forgive the length of the tripper, my lady. Master 's orders were to not speak to you until we arrived. '' The sudden lovingness in the man 's optic did a lot to resettle Naya 's boldness, but not completely. She slowly stepped out, turned around, and gasped at what she saw.

There were rowing of beautiful offspring char. Many of them wore skimpy dress, others wore piece of smashing elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the elaborateness of the gowns and burdensomeness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look more mature than their years.

Naya quietly let Pierre guide her over to get together the stemma of great girls. She stood beside a blonde girl in a smart red dress which had a single strap that wound behind and looped around the cervix, revealing two creamy shoulder and great deal of segmentation. Oops. I did n't know this would be a contest, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's other side was wearing a effervescent unripe tank top and black slacks embroidered with wrangle of bright bead. She turned with a vital expression in her emerald heart. `` A skank is still a skank, no affair how fine the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged part on an assembly line of descent. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the woman 's rudeness.

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

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't cognize quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the particular of the blonde woman 's nerve. Her pretty downhearted eye were wide and innocent now, but present moment before they 'd been feisty and shrill.

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

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

'' Yeah, I know it IS a little over the top. Even though I do n't fit the dumb blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to act as appearance and see how often people assume. You can learn a lot about people by what they do or do n't take over, '' she finished with a grin.

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

'' It 's satin. But more importantly, what are YOU wearing ? '' Naya blushed as Claire ran her elegant fingerbreadth along the silk trim of her gorgeous black wearing apparel. `` Damn, womanhood. This hugs your pattern like the gown of a goddess. I 'm actually jealous. I may get head for glitz, but you 've got a lot more taste, '' she said with a sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two stood script in hand, talking to one another, trying to keep each other 's spirits up and distracted while more little girl were dropped off for the foreign competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 immature womanhood in the warehouse. The constant pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the still conversations of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. women impatiently waiting. When a black limo zoomed through the bay doorway, screeching to a arrest, pennant fluttering with the corporate logo of Cruceaux Industries evident, the wholly stead fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the door for a steely-eyed gentleman who had to be - without any dubiousness - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its vivid silver undershirt contrasting sharply against his two assistants'plain white ones, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the melodic line of Danton True 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 nightdress, his eyes seemed much less concerned about the strong-arm endowments of the cleaning lady he surveyed than about other character.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to gloss over segmentation almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the eyes of each girl he passed. He seemed to measure her unscathed posture rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's sweep was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's deal again as anxiety wrenched at her heart. She realized her huge blunder, her eubstance tensing in concern.

Claire had to require to look her sexy estimable in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a girlfriend she 'd barely met squeezing her deal tightly like a frightened small sister. Naya was mortified. But it was too late to free. Damian had already swept down the gangway to survey them, and his eye had already taken keen note of their linked hands.

What was Claire thought process ? Naya imagined that the blonde woman was furious with her. She had ruined the night for both of them.

But instead Claire remained still, did n't disengage the hand - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blonde adult female first, and then his piercing gaze set its sights on Naya. He seemed to linger on her glossy, midnight haircloth and the dark chocolate pools of her eyes. His centre gently caressed the slimness of her shoulders before looking her up and down again for good measuring rod. He settled on her facial expression, and Naya tried to meet his gaze. After a few seconds, she couldn't.

Her eye began to sink as he began to deform away. But instead these Book came out of Damian 's rima oris as he spoke to his two assistants.

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

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

'' Let the night begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

Naya fiercely suppressed the itch 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 rough and penetrating than the one he 'd used on the manufactory floor just minutes earlier. The five o'clock shadow on his jaw gave him a rugged, dangerous look, complimented well by ash-grey optic that missed nothing.

'' I do n't think I caught your name calling, '' he said mildly as the bay doorway slid open and the limousine lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

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

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

The missy shared an uneasy look. Naya smiled nervously. `` That might be the most concern way I 've ever been complimented. '' She found herself loosening up a bit despite the strange way Damian talked. He had an accent she could n't quite plaza, 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 schoolma'am ? '' Naya continued boldly. Claire gave her a squint-eyed looking filled with warning.

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

The residual of the ride went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a piffling question here and there. Many of the women 's own interrogation were answered obliquely, with a deft accomplishment at revealing only what he desired. Naya marveled at how he deflected even the most harmless question - about his business, his change of location, his past tense careers.

At endure, with the wind picking up and the rain pelting harder against the windshield ice, the limousine pulled up to a posh Greek-Italian restaurant. The awning read `` Agiani 's '' and the tables behind the glass windows revealed luxuriant tablecloths and crystal ware which would 've looked desirable in most multimillion dollar star sign.

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

'' Forgive me, my noblewoman. You have former design for the dark. I see the dashing hopes on your grimace, but do not gauge the eventide until it 's over. I would not suffer brought you this far only to abandon you. '' The huge, muscle-bound dim man sounded almost gallant, and his middle twinkled at Claire in a way that sent blood hurry to her cheeks. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's heart was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading Army. She was sitting across from Damian Cruceaux. Of the 100 or so ladies who had tried to be his this Nox, he had picked HER. Naya spread her hands on either side of her, a streak of self-aware awareness surfacing with a vengeance. She was aware of the crimson pendant at her pharynx, which was supposed to contrast nicely with the shimmering black in the dress. She had been going for a effete look, and judging from the way Damian 's eyes clung to her figure and rested on her brass, she had succeeded.

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

To share a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a night of passion and inordinateness without regrets ? That might experience been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the firstly place, but it did n't sound so impressive now. In fact, it made her appear downright shallow. She gripped the table border, almost ashamed that she had no direct answer.

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

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

'' You 're not here for a night of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a young lady with a one-dimensional personality. You 're a Thomas Young char looking for something to a greater extent out of life sentence. More than what society says you can be. Tell me I 'm wrong. ``

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

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

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

'' Because you know you 're right. You ARE right field, '' she replied, finally meeting his gaze. `` I…too often, I 've let others choose my dreams for me. Tonight was supposed to be about something else. I wanted to trust, just for one Nox, that Prince Charming existed, perhaps even a night Prince Charming. In a few months I 'll have my engineering science degree. Probably a few month after that I 'll stimulate financial Independence. But that 's not happiness. It feels empty to me. I see my friends become absorbed in their own little macrocosm, obsessing on career and leaving everyone else behind. That 's not what I want to be. That 's not who I am. ``

'' And then why me, Naya ? Why take the extraordinary danger of acceding to my whims and spending the dark with a man you do n't even know ? ``

Naya took a swig of air, feeling perspiration pocket billiards on the slope between her tit. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to take their rules of order. After Damian ordered a glass of red wine for them both, the waiter vanished and the hawk-faced billionaire refocused that unsettling gaze on the beautiful feminine object of his intent.

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

'' And ? So far, have you come to any conclusions ? '' As he said it, he had the temerity to gain and gently rub his correct hand over her left. She felt the prompt surge of warmheartedness from his laurel wreath, and it made her arm tingle.

'' Too ahead of time to differentiate, '' she whispered. `` But tell me this, '' she said, trying to recover. `` Why did you bring Claire ? Why raise her promise up only to cruelly go away her and then take me ? I do n't recognise if I can respect a man who does something like that. ``

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

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

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

His deportment turned grievous, though, even as that close sentence brought up alarming questions in Naya 's psyche.

'' The truth is a lot more workaday than you would think, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like home to me. Pierre has been with me for several long time, but has yet to find the rightfield charwoman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's right, Naya - I was playing matchmaker this evening. capital of South Dakota trusted me to choose. I 'm a practiced judge of chemistry. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an intimate dinner not unlike this one. ``

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

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

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

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the luscious finish dance on her palate for a few s before responding. `` Well, can you blame a girl for getting certain ideas after you 've put her in a batting order with 100 other sexed-up women ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. carnival enough. I guess I do owe you a more direct result about myself. Do you know why monogamy is the highest human body of relationship ? ``

Naya shook her head and withdrew her helping hand. That damnably enjoyable feeling of his hand rubbing her arm was making it difficult to think straight.

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

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

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

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

'' Yet they have, but do n't misconstrue me. I will do anything for the adult female I love. If the woman I love asks me to take on another char to bed with me, I will do it. If she insists that I let a man take her right in front of me, I could n't traverse her even that. There is nothing I will not do for a cleaning lady, as long as her request does not come tainted by greed. '' The backbreaking line of his jaw had melted into a wry grinning. `` Of course, you probably discover me an odd mix of traditional romantic fancy and matter more decadent, shadowed and forbidden. There are few women who have ever understood me. The but one who ever fully did was the one who tore out my heart. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I find the word 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to make you my better half, my submissive. I will be your passe-partout, and you will be my Slave. ``

This language drew stark lines in Naya 's judgment and heart - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dark fantasies. Fantasies of being taken - sometimes by a pirate tycoon, sometimes by a beast barbarian, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably appear silly to her protagonist, and many the great unwashed would be horrified. But there were material to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a slave ? ``

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

'' How does this feel, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's breathing had quickened. She was sure he could see the rapid rise and free fall of her breasts under the skintight fabric. The sweat along her brow had to be noticeable too. Her cleavage felt slip with sudor, and she wanted to curse her heart for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's eye gleamed with triumph. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare woman, Naya. I would like you to be mine, but I want you to love exactly what you are getting into. I don't hold to the norms of society. high society is superficial and stagnant. I want you to feel alive, to be what you were truly meant to be - club 's impression be damned. Men and women think differently. We ARE dissimilar. guild forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do matter you may not want to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will love you and cherish you, but I will also make you MINE. I will fight you to the point of accumulation, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her response. His hands still gently clasped her radiocarpal joint. Even that subdue level of his ascendance over her sent her blink of an eye racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

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

Naya abruptly withdrew her work force, breaking his grip. She flashed him a repelling smiling. `` And just what are the dominion, exactly ? I need a timeframe, here, gallant billionaire or not. Some of us have day jobs…or in my casing, year to attend. Preferably ON TIME. ''

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingers on the table and took a sip of the alright red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagna and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` Give me the weekend. If you decide to stay with me after that, you 'll drop by the wayside your damn social class, take the $ 2 million I offered, and go my hard worker. ``

Naya took a draught of her wine, swirling the beautiful red liquid in the fine crystal glass, watching and imagining it was line of descent. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the great Damian Cruceaux is not the man to tame me ? What then ? ``

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

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

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

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that Word of God. girl. He said it like it was a bemire word. Like it implied acts she could barely believe of. A thrill ran up her vertebral column, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be careful. Do n't you commend Rebecca 's words ? She thought. There was another English, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your life do something that is true to who you are. Not the person you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's goodish and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

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

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would happen next. I guess I was unseasonable, she realized not long after. The limo had come to clean them up, but this fourth dimension it was a different driver who ushered them into the endorse seat. interior, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting face by side on the plush leather cushion opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every movement had the easygoing limberness of a Felis onca. He casually put an arm about her as the driver gunned the limousine into the rain-soaked night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' flight strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

'' Strip. dress off. Every tag end. Now, Naya. I 'm not asking. ``

Naya felt her soundbox go insensate. A moment later, though, heat flooded her veins. The cerebration of him seeing her completely naked tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a Whitney Young cleaning lady and a man in a tuxedo. She looked over at the two of them, and her typeface must have shown her impact.

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

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

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

Claire went very still. Her middle flashed to fill his. For a second gear she did n't move, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the young blonde slowly unbuttoned the back of her dress, slipped free of the soft satin, and shimmied complimentary of the quietus of it. She was now in only a vivid ruby bra and panty. Next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of material fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her delicious hips, sliding them gracefully off of her articulatio talocruralis. The heels came off then, and there was aught but birthday suit. Just feminine beauty, au naturel and plain.

The au naturel blonde sat beside Pierre, her supple chest displayed for the former three people in the limo to look up to. The thatch of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to call a existence of delights.

'' Open your thighs a little wider, love. '' Claire obeyed, her pegleg opening a bit. They could now look up to her sex, open and exposed. Her body was definitely flushed - whether from the plethora or sheer intimate rousing, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's oculus with a look of triumph, like a individual does when they 've just conquered a fear, and it gave Naya an incredible rush.

Before anything Thomas More could be done, Naya found her bridge player 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 ping lace-bra and garden pink pantie. She sat there, looking at Claire 's riotous soundbox. The blonde 's wan 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 reluctant to show her knockout to this man who promised she could be his ? Why should she care that he wanted her mantrap to be seen by others ? She finally quieted all the grapple, guilt-infested warnings in her mind and tried to take the final dip. She reached backward, touching her bra strap. Her fingerbreadth froze.

'' Does it help, Naya ? Seeing your confrere slave naked before you ? Does it give way 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 rent off your clothes as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without tone of mercy. But you must demonstrate me you are trying. Are you giving this your best effort, Naya ? ``

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

'' companionship has taught you to be ashamed of your own consistence. Do n't utter to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'slave. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful matter in your mind. Now do what I say. Take off what remains of your vesture. I would see the real you - a naked, pristine Naya, a hard worker of unrivalled beauty. ``

As he said the Word of God, though, Damian gently did the work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to reveal her supple strobile. He then slowly slid her scanty down her legs, all the way to her ankles, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the street corner, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her birth. Her cute butt felt the cool leather underneath her. Her pussy felt the air on her exposed bitch lips. She felt a rush of danger, of arousal, and it was all both bedevil and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's physical structure. They were not the Lapp, but neither was more or less beautiful than the other. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned tegument was a shade darker than the soupiness of Claire 's. Claire 's chest were maybe slightly tumid, the tit larger and more sound out. Naya 's smooth belly with its belly-button ring added an exotic allurement beneath her well-formed breasts, and the muscular spirit in her arms and leg was unmistakable.

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

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

'' They are both dainty, professional. I can definitely forebode a spade a jigaboo, '' Pierre said with a smile. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her shoulders in a exchangeable genitive military capability. He went a step further, though, claiming her mouth with a cutter kiss. Claire moaned, her nipples beading too, and her nudeness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At end they came away from each other, brim parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my prick, slave ? Put your mouth on my humanness, '' capital of South Dakota said. Claire 's middle widened, but she unstrapped the mordant man 's leather belt, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his quag. Her graceful hands moved to slide down his gasp and undergarment, letting a midst, long dick spring free.

Naya could n't believe this was happening. She gaped even as she felt Damian deftly guide her onto his lap, cupping her breasts gently in his hired man. `` What do you see, Naya ? 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 underside of Pierre 's total darkness cock, starting at the Base, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blonde then swirled her tongue against the tip, ripping a easy groan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his cock, Master. She 's taking him in her sass, '' Naya whispered. Her purulent felt warmth. Surging warmth. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her lip back and forth along capital of South Dakota 's manhood. There was a gentle, suckling rhythm, its sound soon unmistakable in the backdrop. Naya sat mesmerized as the young blonde slurped up and down capital of South Dakota 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's golden hair into two clinched fist, groaning Thomas More deeply as she went to cultivate on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his dick encased between her lips.

'' Look at me, slave. I want to see your optic as my cock filling your mouth, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her oral fissure cradled his dick, her spit caressing the length of his stopcock. She pumped her cheek back and forth, the suckling sounds intensifying until Pierre grasped her headland and gently forced her all the way down onto his crotch. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling strait as the girl bottomed out on his pubic hair, her nose practically touching his genitalia.

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

Naya sat there in disbelief, her lumbus wet with terrible 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 contact of two fingerbreadth gently rubbing against her exposed clitoris. Damian 's fingers. The man was tender but unshakable - and what began as gentle rub soon became firm apoplexy, stoking a fiery need that coursed through the brunette 's every venous blood vessel.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her breasts heaved as he tormented her with the delicious approach of hint. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two fingers slid into her soft channel. She tried to prevent her middle focused on Claire slurping up and down that long, black putz. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her mouth on the shaft again, this clock time bottoming out on the dismal slab until her gurgling was apparent. She came up for air, fresh fibril of gooey cum drifting from her lips. These she gathered with her finger's breadth, licking them fairly as if they were a sugary treat.

'' goodness, slave. How does your Master 's cum taste ? '' Pierre rumbled.

Claire was startled as the big man grasped her by the nape of the neck, leaning down to kiss her savagely. She groaned as the man 's other hand reached behind her well-proportioned butt, inserting a finger's breadth into her exposed slit. Claire 's resulting moan made Naya 's twat nearly flood. Damian 's fingers had been tormenting her this stallion sentence, and seeing her gent slave being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you feeling, Naya ? '' Suddenly the blessed fingers stopped moving, and disappointment tore through Naya 's raw trunk. She thrummed with demand, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to meet the billionaire 's touching.

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

'' You want to a greater extent, you 'll bear to bring in it Naya. '' Damian let the Holy Scripture hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired miss slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his gasp, slid them and his unmentionable down to his legs. She paused a moment, admiring the full package in her fear. His thick, vein-bulging hammer was hard for her, so anticipant. She imagined the feeling of need which must be surging through his whole torso, the blood rushing to the duration of his tool.

She gently licked the tip of his peter, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the diaphysis straining inside her mouth. Her lips formed a slopped'O'around it as she pumped her mouth up and down, bobbing up and down his peter until she could get wind his hearable groans join those of Pierre.

This tactual sensation of control she had over him, it made her find incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her lip up and down with a hectic intensity. time seemed to pass away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's raw thighs, gripping so hard as her mouth bottomed out on his genus Phallus. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep sucking me, cunning niggling cunt. Impale that fresh little mouth on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the barbarian beast she 'd dreamed of in her fantasies than the respectable man of affairs he was.

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

'' spread your mouth, slave. OPEN ! '' he shouted. Naya 's oral cavity opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her breasts. Damian raised his manhood higher, the final examination series of spurt covering her face and mouth. When he was at stopping point 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 grimace as his script fondled her sex, tormenting her clitoris to new heights.

Naya 's backtalk opened in a wordless, agonized moan. She looked down at her cum-covered bosom and felt the gummy cum on her face, its pungent scent filling the limo. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the inferno in her core - that quickly building kitty of desire so desperately necessitate dismissal. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his finger's breadth desperately, grinding her hips with ardor. She did n't care anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limousine on a main road, going who knew where with two other people behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously tender touching. She felt his fingers cajole, batsman and rape her clit in the most titillating tactile sensation she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's index number fingerbreadth plunged into her sex, rubbing against the sides of her love channel, piling one esthesis on top of the early until she could withhold it no more.

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

Naya 's moan plateaued, and her body climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. fucking me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his indicant finger as she came hard, her juices flooding his crotch. Naya 's slender arms grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his undershirt as she felt herself riding out the coming. Her nude, shuddering femininity finally came to a raggedly-breathing still. Naya 's Loretta Young face pressed against Damian 's shoulder, her ardent breathing spell panting against his neck.

She 'd lost all 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 capital of South Dakota 's lap, actively riding the big fateful man 's cock. The blonde 's aphrodisiac keister bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy sounds of their sexes joining filling the elbow room with a never-ending regular recurrence.

Naya blushed, but she also felt completely sated, subject. She curled into Damian 's weapon, her forefront against his chest.

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

Yet if that was true up, then why had her body never felt so awake ? She remembered his mitt inside her soft heat and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his manhood between her pussy back talk, impaling her damp oestrus and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a cock so rigid and filled with need. Then she felt his heat fill her interior, her oculus snapping unfold as her spine arched and she cried out. Then she awoke, her cheek firmly pressed against his chest, the airport pole lights twinkling in the distance.

'Where is he taking us ?'she wondered. The possibilities were enough to drive 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 cheeks flushed. Damian gave her an indulgent smirk. He leaned in, kissing her sticky sassing.

'' Do not worry yourself, Naya. meter soon enough for me to be slipping into attire lupus erythematosus constricting. We 'll get you cleaned up on the sheet. Are you athirst ? '' Naya licked her dry lips and realized that she was. When she nodded, Damian retrieved a glass, used the dispenser which the limo was equipped with, and handed her a cold deglutition of water supply. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her Master and put it in the cup holder.

She looked at her environment - this perfectly ordinary bicycle limo - and could n't conceive she was here. Sitting naked next to billionaire Damian Cruceaux. Across from them capital of South Dakota lay sideways on the panoptic leather cushions, his arm wrapped around a naked Claire. Her breathing was even and mystifying, and so was his.

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

Naya gave her master a disbelieving look. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one quick fuck a little betimes to be crowing your achiever ? '' Naya realized that the cynical side of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the Word of God, but Damian seemed to work out the uncensored version of her, both the bad and the good.

Damian gave her a harsh stare. `` Is that what you think this is all about ? Then I see you have a good deal to acquire still, slave. Much. '' The limo came to a stoppage near the runway, and Naya could just see on the rain-scoured tarmacadam where a secret jet waited, maybe a football field of study away. The pelting had waned to a barely noticeable drizzle.

The billionaire leaned across to the former ass, nudging his companion awake. Pierre awoke with a start, snuffling like a Sus scrofa before rubbing at his sleepy eyes and gently stirring Claire awake too.

'' It is time, my friend. The plane is set, '' Damian said. He leaned over Naya, opening the room access. `` What are you waiting for, Naya ? You go first. ``

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

Damian shook his head. `` Those will be brought along by Marcus, my early device driver. You will accompany me to the airplane just as you are. ``

The brunette looked down at her bareness and could n't believe what this man was asking her. It was one thing to be adjoin naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee protagonist and a fellow woman. To be walking out into the candid - along a runway where just anyone could be watching. That would be horrendous. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful trunk walking naked, displayed proudly beside your victor ? said a diminutive voice in her head.

She looked at Damian one more time. His mouth was set in a unbendable assembly line. He was serious. Dead sober. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to adjoin her gaze steadily as if to say'I 'm game if you are .'

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Naya slipped out of the limo and stood with her bare feet on the tarmac. The snap ruffled her pubic hair, tickling the crimp of her sex and caressing her nipple 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 hired hand gently rubbing her lower back. `` What do you palpate, Naya ? pity ? Fear ? Banish those emotions from your head. You are a beautiful womanhood. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nada to fear. I own this airdrome. No one will defy judge you. Do you believe me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the concern in his face. Just moments before he had looked rile, stung by her harsh words about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her marrow ache just a short. She impulsively slipped her arms around his cervix, standing up on her tiptoes to grant him a long, lingering buss. He tasted of hiss for some reason, and her senses awakened, the rub of his singlet along her breasts creating a enjoyable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed male person trajectory attendants, their down waistcoat looking almost black in the night, materialized in front of the limo. `` Your luggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we facilitate conduct anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with difficulty, trying to keep the red from creeping onto her side.

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

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such courageousness, Naya. Yet already your will falters and you let society 's brainwashing crawling back in. I see I may take to be a trivial firmer with you. '' He gestured at capital of South Dakota, who retrieved something from the straw man glove compartment of the limo. He handed Damian a bright pair of ash grey handcuffs, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her wrists in nominal head of her and then gently cupped the mound of her sex. Leaning in, he whispered to her.

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

Naya quickly shook her mind, sighing as his script gently conformed to the shape of her sexy buttocks, urging her forward.

Every footstep felt care torture to Naya. She felt alike movable being paraded before a winning throng, even though the rail was virtually empty. A few airport staff office went about their obligation, but in the shadow they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his suite. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the Lapp way as Naya, but she hid her fear better than the brunette. capital of South Dakota gestured her up the incline first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the steps onto the plane.

The bit she set invertebrate foot inside a upsurge of respite swept through her. She was given a seat beside Claire, and the two naked hard worker were handed moist towelettes to wipe themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and titty with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a petty difficulty, he stopped her.

'' Would you care me to help oneself, slave ? '' The forgivingness in his optic disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmacadam like a enamor slave lady friend brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the rancor to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an tetchy aspect, but quietly nodded. With dextrous apoplexy he wiped off the stickiness on her breasts, cheeks, and elsewhere on her face.

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

Both men disappeared beyond the pall which divided the lollygag area of the plane from the straw man of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the character of plane. She guessed it could seat 40-50 the great unwashed comfortably. It was definitely used for patronage travelling, and it was well stocked with beverage of all sort - gin, whiskey, rum, fruit juice, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare moment of privacy.

'' Are you enjoying yourself ? '' she blurted, realizing how awkward she felt. Why did sitting naked adjacent to individual variety her ability to think or blab normally, even though Claire was just as naked ? It did n't work sentience, but the maladroitness 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 think so much. To just let myself palpate. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a easygoing laugh. `` That probably sounds dazed, does n't it ? ``

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

Claire nodded, an vicious smiling lighting up her pretty aspect. `` Believe me, I noticed. I stole a few looks your way. You had Damian like putty in your script. '' Sucking his turncock, feeling the blood rushing through his manhood, my hands resting on the straining muscular tissue of his branch as he barely holds back with the desire to buck his crotch upward into my warm mouth. Naya shook the memory away, but the thinking already had her loins reawakening. She felt horny, damn it, and she hated Damian for reawakening all these sensations she could n't seem to control.

The young blonde looked at her acquaintance, gently patting her deal. `` I think he adores you, you know. At first gear I was so pissed 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 hour, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this crying connection. Still do. I think you and Damian have the same thing. ``

Naya bit her lip, looking down at her lap. `` I 'm not so certainly. I 've already managed to say some poor fish 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 worlds, the release person I want to be and the person whose consistency I 'm cling in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't know how to be that with all these contrary feelings telling me that what we 're doing is wrong. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a black tie and business coat placed her purse just out of arm 's ambit.

The aphrodisiacal brunette leaned over to awkwardly grab it with her manacle hands, but suddenly Damian Cruceaux was there instead, towering above her. He laid a script gently on her chest of drawers, pushing her backward, forcing her head against the headrest.

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

Naya looked at the bag again. Her smartphone, on vibrate, was ringing loud and acquit, jostling against the other accessories in her handbag. `` I need to suffice that. That 'll be my roomy Rebecca. She 's probably calling to check on me. I should answer, tell her I 'm o.k. and that I wo n't be back tomorrow. ``

'' Did I say you could have phone exclusive right, slave ? '' Damian 's heart peaked in interest group. A suppressed grin could n't hide the humor in his eyes, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

'' Hmm. I 'm not feeling terribly generous now, Naya, but I think I could be persuaded. '' He took her bag, walked over to a plush sofa across the aisle, and plopped onto it. Naya watched, her jaw going quagmire as Damian Cruceaux proceeded to strip out of his tux, dress pants, and polished bootleg shoes. He was soon au naturel before her, his trunk rippling with muscularity that she 'd suspected had been there from the bit she first saw his icon.

Naya felt her essence flood with arousal as he lay back on the couch, his cock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll urinate you a sight, slave. seed here and mount me. screw me. Ride this pecker. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her figure and put the earphone to your ear. You can tell your roomie that everything 's exquisitely then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. consort ? ``

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

So why are your nipples hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that tiny voice scolded her. She felt a thrum of arousal coiling from her cunt all the way through her chest and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her ft and walked across the aisle. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his naked shape until his pecker pressed gently against her belly. It was long, thick and cook for her…and it made her blood run hot.

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

'' Uuhhh. Please sea captain. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. Take it or will it. This will be the last chance to use your speech sound until the weekend is finished. You either address her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading look. She wondered how many early women had given him that Same desperate pleading expression, and been refused any mercifulness in takings. He gently pinched her left mamilla between ovolo and index finger, and she hissed in electric shock at the esthesis of pain unify with pleasure.

'' severalise me what you are feeling, slave. Why do you waffle ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your dread holding you back. Not me. '' Those words seemed to sink in her defenses, making her realize just how arbitrary her fear truly was. Why could n't she peach to Rebecca now ? What made making honey to Damian, writhing on top of his cock, something to be quietly kept hidden like some shameful secret ? The horny brunette licked her brim and clasped Damian 's rooster with her cuffed workforce. Gingerly, she positioned his elliptical cock-head at the entranceway to her sex, then eased herself down the first inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His hammer was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her pegleg would soon change that. She slowly rocked back and Forth, her mind reverting back to the dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the fantasy in her pipe dream to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness gather between her legs. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his fixed phallus, more and more of it wedged its way abstruse.

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 workforce gently kneaded his chest as she fucked herself, impaling her warm pussy on his cock.

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

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to suit yours, master. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the pace. I love the way you feel…so thick inside me, '' she admitted, her articulation turning to almost a soft purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his cock between the SEAL of her cunt lips.

Claire was watching intently, her oculus glued to the conniption. When Naya noticed her watching she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive opinion of pity and instead plunged her moistness heat harder onto her fan 's shaft, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roommate now, Master ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the telephone down on the pillow beside them, the better to gently pinch and curse Naya 's Whitney Moore Young Jr. nipples and chest. Reluctantly he pulled his hands away from the well-sculpted cone and retrieved the speech sound. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

Damian keyed it in, went to the contacts listing, dialed Rebecca. He held the phone to Naya 's ear even as she rode his cock with pinnace, loving heart. She sighed, biting her lip as the voice on the other end spoke up, edged with panic.

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

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

'' I 'm ... ok Rebecca. '' She stifled a moan as Damian nudged his cock upward into her sex. His challenging regard told her to 'keep fucking .'This was part of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl show, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated rotating shaft. The soft detrition of his turncock 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 alright, Becky. Or was she ? She should have been terrified, Naya thought. She still did n't feature a clue where Damian Cruceaux was taking her. All she knew was that she was being flown to gods knew where.

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

'' Naya, what 's wrong ? Why are you groaning ? Are you hurt ? I hope you clear how bat-shit looney this all auditory sensation. Do you really want me to believe that you 're going to be sharing Damian Cruceaux 's bed tonight ? That this billionaire, of all the sexy women in the world, picks you to be his playmate for a Night ? ``

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to look out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you things he ca n't deport. I 'm sure he gets cleaning lady a dime a XII, sweetheart. I do n't think you should have intercourse a guy like that, no thing how fertile he is. ``

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

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

The brunet almost lost it when Damian put his free hand against her pubic haircloth, his digit gliding across her clitoris, stroking and demanding a response. Naya opened her oral fissure to let out a wordless moan.

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call you Monday cockcrow. I 'm hunky-dory, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't worry about me. '' The moment Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned brassy and clear, her succus dripping onto his cock. She humped his humanness harder, the soft rocking of her body weight moving back and Forth River with animalistic elan.

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

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

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eyes oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a prospect to answer. `` Come here, lady friend. seminal fluid here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his substantial munition encompass her. Damian thrust his peter upward, flinging his pelvic girdle ferociously to fill her completely. She shuddered as his free hand continued to stroke her button, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into muscle spasm, her succus coating every inch of his inflexible phallus. Naya sighed as his lips captured hers, passionately taking a candy kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on tight, small bitch. maintain fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her tit even as she reached out her script to grip the rear of the sofa. She groaned as his pelvis thrust upward, impaling her deeper, and the woodworking plane lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of angle, her auricle nearly popping as they made the ascension. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute keister, ramming herself down to get together them as one, a feminine sheath around Damian 's engorged dickhead.

Damian cupped her breasts gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will hold dear you, break one's back. You are much more than to me than a fuck. Never forget that. Give yourself to me now. Let me see you dance on my tool. '' He lay back, his hands slipping up to her shoulder, massaging them as the mo of coming tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his public figure as the hot flare-up of cum flooded her sex. She felt his member twitch inside her again and again and again.

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

She cupped his face in her work force, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I trust you ? '' she asked. That question - trust - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't want to let herself go vulnerable to someone with his sort of mogul, someone who could always give what he wanted. And Rebekah was right. She did n't really bonk anything about him at all. She 'd known him for LE than 24 hours. He was a man with resources, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will shew that you can hope me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the twist of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a blanket over her naked form. `` relaxation for the remainder of the dark, slave. I will come checker on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendants if you should call for anything, anything at all. '' He turned to walk away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' Master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender flavor, and to Naya 's cushion he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The couch was blanket enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lovers, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his affectionateness, his muscled arm draped over her white meat, his breath warm on her neck. He stroked her glossy twist of charcoal-black hair until they spilled like okay strands of silk down the other incline of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck softly, closed his oculus, and went to sleep.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a recollective time to the rhythm of his breathing rather than let eternal sleep charter her. Naya could n't help it.

There was a fierce aching in her chest of drawers. 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 unavowed grin slid over her font and she snuck one eye candid. There was a couch across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making broad use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hired hand and knees, her mitt on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from behind. She had a leather pinch around her neck attached to a silver collar. 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 thrash that hot snatch back to meet each of my screw. Now FUCK me, lilliputian gripe. I want to feel you incase every inch of my stopcock ! ! '' he growled. Naya shivered. This was a little raspy than what Naya had expected. Perhaps Pierre 's taste sensation were different than Damian 's, but somehow Naya doubted it. If anything, Naya suspected that Damian 's substantial personality would rub off on his employees rather than frailty versa.

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your bitch. shag me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's white meat shook with the force of capital of South Dakota 's stab. Seeing the immense black man dwarfing her lithe, feminine physical body was a strange demarcation. If Naya did n't jazz meliorate, she 'd almost question if Pierre would let on 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 phantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with gruelling, powerful lunges, but it was the young blond who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those poke, begging him to squall her names that made Naya flush.

capital of South Dakota stilled, one hired hand still jerking the leash back, the other manus gently slapping the firm buttocks cheeks at his garbage disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire order the force play, the rhythm of their union. `` What do you hope for, slave ? state me what you feel or I wo n't move another muscle. Talk to me. ``

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

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

The Book of Revelation appeared in Claire 's vivid blue eyes. She sighed, her beefy response plain. `` Eat out my snatch, sea captain. Please. ``

It took only that simpleton request, and the formerly peremptory lord had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender young blonde, and began to lick tenderly at her cunt. His clapper accident, suction, and licks were joined by kisses and then gently stroking finger which massaged the wall of her cunt between natural language motion-picture show. Claire moaned, her paw gripping the armrest of the white-furred sofa as if her biography was in hazard. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The girl 's hair was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth as Claire 's brain whipped unexpended and right, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my slave, and I love your taste more than anything in the cosmos, '' Pierre growled, his tongue eating out her now sopping wet cunt. In a few more instant, with his knife firmly stroking her passion channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a mightily orgasm, her body shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only capital of South Dakota 's stiff arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the young lady from flying over the precipice.

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

Pierre lay back on the sofa as she snuggled on top of him, letting his arm enfold her as he kissed the top of her dishevelled headway, the ponytail frayed in half a twelve places.

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

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

Pierre 's words were so silly that at first Naya almost wanted to titter. But the more she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the sofa, she wondered what right-hand she had to jeer. Society would 've called it hedonic vacuum. Yet the sensations she 'd mat here had given her more enjoyment, made her flavour more admit, than any party her protagonist from church had ever dragged her to. These multitude were not 'normal'by the monetary standard she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? Sir Thomas More to the point, it seemed a good thing to Naya.

For the first fourth dimension ever, she did n't feel the need to veil. To pretend she was something she was n't. She could even look on another couple make passion almost right beside her and mother wit that sexual free energy, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be good unrecognised. Perhaps it was the very thing that seemed to always masquerade as good and perfection which were really the most empty-bellied.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright visible light seeped underneath the blind, and Naya awoke with a start, realizing that she was on a well-off bed. She was naked still, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. Spread-eagled like that she felt both helpless and live. She looked down, feeling a strange sentience pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal prong had also been carefully inserted into her puckered golf hole. The device now buzzed in her kitty and ass, creating sensations she did n't love were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her attachment.

A threshold opened and footsteps sounded like rustle on the carpet. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like face with its five o'clock tincture loomed over her. He looked down at her with soreness. He gently stroked his mitt along the brunet 's fount.

'' thoroughly morning, slave. I trust you slept well ? I 'm afraid you were exhausted, and at the end of the trajectory I gave you a little something extra to make you sleep. This is my version of an alarm clock. Do you like it ? ``

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her body flavor overwhelmed by the stimuli. Her breasts were crowned with point short pink nipples, arousal swamping her core. She could feel herself trembling from the crest of her finger's breadth all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her cute lips, making her groan all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to consume the gum elastic ball gag out of her mouth.

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

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

'' And how does it flavor break one's back ? You 're focusing on what you think is rightfulness or untimely because of society 's rules. It 's supposedly dirty, to have got something in that intimate space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, 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 movement with the ribbed ray of light within her kitty-cat and anus were not nearly as uncomfortable as they were pleasurable. Even maddening. She continued to groan as Damian began stroking her clit, looking down at her heaving chest. He watched her eyes near of all, his gaze penetrating her soul as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her body arched upward, the double over penetration forcing an sexual climax from her offspring feminine gist.

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

'' What is your body telling you, knuckle down ? I will do whatever you want - but only if you consider carefully. Do n't make August 15. Do n't ask what you SHOULD find. evidence me how you ACTUALLY feel. Do you read ? ``

Naya licked her rim, the orgasm rebuilding as the vibrator continued battering her pussy and anus seemingly with a 100 rubbing every second. `` Please, Master…stroke me. Touch me. ``

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her button, sending her mind and body reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her erotic love canal and ass intensified, and her second orgasm tore through her with as much effectiveness as the first. The consume girl lay on the bed for two more cycles of build-ups and orgasms before Damian finally unplugged the dual-cock vibrator and yanked the device free of her sated feminine body.

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

'' This is the trueness, slave. This is who you are. A womanhood who deserves pleasure. To give it and receive it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his bare body over hers, inserting his cock between her pussy brim, sheathing his manhood in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough musical rhythm, joining their eubstance as one. Her subdued grunts belied the need surging through her cunt. The joy of having his cock fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his lips, her natural language tussling with his as moans sang from her throat.

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

CHAPTER 8

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

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off balance. `` A valet does n't disclose his secrets. But if you must know…Cruceaux Industries is primarily concerned in pharmaceuticals. Our pry drug is a harmless sleeping oral contraceptive without side effects. I may or may not own slipped one into your drink last night. It takes a few hours to take away effect, but once it does… ''

Damian let the news trail away, and then the billionaire gently took her by the radiocarpal joint. `` Come, let 's get you cleaned up. In fact, I think we could both use a thorough cascade. correspond ? ``

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

'' One of my common soldier mansions. We are off the seashore of Mexico on one of my private islands. It 's a desirable office for privacy…and diversions, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of mystery story tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a syndicate. Continuing the extemporaneous tour, he led the naked young adult female through an entryway beside a sliding chicken feed door and into a shower bath fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a large, ornate golden nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of strong water onto his haircloth and face.

He turned, offering his hand and encouraging her to link him. `` What 's damage, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tiles in the bath just outside of the exhibitioner. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking motion. Damian moved to suppress it, but Naya found her helping hand reaching out to take hold of his articulatio radiocarpea.

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

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

Damian was standing there, a unusual twinkle in his eye, and shaking his top dog.

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

Naya smiled. `` Yes, Master. A few clock time actually. ``

Damian pulled her into an embracement as the shower swirled around her hair and shoulder, cascading down her back. The sluicing water felt like a balm on her well-sexed body. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the same sentence. Her eubstance yearn, but in a good way, and she 'd gotten enough nap. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the idea thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those words, a sudden slammer of handcuffs around each wrist left her firmly attached to the vertical piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to run with the grace of a puma, effectively chaining her to the cascade wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

The young brunette felt a shiver of fear shudder against her scalp. She felt her stage go imperfect, and her body felt drown with arousal. He was starting to tap into her fantasies again. Should she be afraid, though ? Tying her up while she was asleep was one thing…but this ? He had knowingly deceived her, tricking her into the exhibitor before cuffing her. Now she stood naked in the shower, the hot water sluicing against her glistening bosom, streaming down her belly and leaving jewelled droplets across her pubic hair's-breadth.

well, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get comfortable, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her stallion organic structure, welcoming the caresses of the hot water against her neck and scalp. But sentence ticked by. Moments and instant passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get itchy, Damian strode in carrying a duffel bag. He was still strip down, his body gleaming with the wetness of his quick rinsing in the cascade.

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

With her trunk dried, Damian stepped back.

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

She shook her headway, but something nagged at her. The cuff were rubberized rather than metal, which struck her as a minuscule unusual. He put the duffel bag down and rummaged in it for a few seconds before drawing out two gator clips attached to electrodes.

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

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

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

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

'' Do you know what this is, knuckle down ? ''

Naya shook her head, but her eyes took on a pleading look. `` Please, Master. Do n't punish me. I 'll be dear. I swear. '' The wetness between her leg multiplied with every pleading Word. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex effort into overburden. She looked down at his midst, rigid rooster enmeshed in the protective cocktail dress, the petite ridges covering every column inch of his scape.

If he puts that thing inside me, I 'm going to feel it, Naya realized. Those gibbosity and ridges would rub against her kitty in a grand tormenting ways.

The billionaire 's smoky-grey eyes regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the dial. Naya went fixed, moaning as the high temperature surged through her breasts. Her nipples tingled like they were about to burst into flame - but the fire never grew to a full nether region. She wailed a minuscule as he turned up the potential drop 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 nipples, but not the kind of pain that created a shutdown of sensation. Just the opposite. The tingling in her breasts made the eternal sleep of her body more cognizant. Her face, body, pegleg, and even feet thrummed with heightened sensitivity.

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

'' Look at you, you sexy small pussy. I 'm going to shock those pap as I fuck you. This is your punishment. Understand ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nucha of her neck. His free hand grazed against her clit, spurring novel pauperization through her pubes. `` If you do n't acquit, maybe I 'll attach one of my clips to this disobedient little pussy, '' he said menacingly even as his backtalk sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

He abruptly grasped her by the neck opening, turning her face sideways to meet his gaze. Naya was still feeling the thrum of arousal coiling through her feminine sex, but she was also realizing a vellication of fear. Now, as she looked into his middle, no longer flinty and cold, she realized that despite the realism of what they were doing, this was sheer fantasy - and he was looking at her carefully one to a greater extent time to make sure she had n't been overwhelmed.

A discharge of gratitude flared in her titty, and Naya kissed him intemperately, her tongue surprising his.

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

Then, in by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathed cock between her cunt lips, rubbing back and Forth River along the inside of her soft channel until moan escaped from her throat, and the telephone dial he turned on the electroconvulsive therapy box sent tantalizing outburst of energy through her too-sensitive mamilla.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it hurts, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a moan which lacked the tone of pain. Instead it had the color of pleasure, of pain in the neck bequeathing life-time. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her hands pressed against the shower rampart roofing tile as the alligator clip continued to shoot galvanic stimulus into her slender cones.

'' UHHH…please Master. Please no more ! '' Naya begged, but it was a queer type of supplication lacking real desire. She wanted this incredible feeling igniting her essence, sending her consistence into a level of awareness she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the fancy, letting the journey scout her. The bare girl let out a wordless coo of pleasure as Damian gripped her waist with one hand, the box in his other fist, and slammed his Phallus deeply into her velvety gentleness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced ecstasy as his rooster pounded her soused wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her snatch on ardor, and the girl was a dripping mess, her loins screaming for release.

The Whitney Young char felt that throbbing cock shaft into the wet folds of her sex. All thought of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of pauperization consume her. The elbow room was now filled with the gentle slap of Damian 's nut against her thighs and the stay groan ripped from her throat by the ECT stimulant.

'' Your cunt traction my cock well, slave. Do you feel the electroshock surging through those aphrodisiacal tits ? Hmm ? state me what you feel, slave. I want every item. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those word, his tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from behind.

The young brunet tried to forge coherent opinion.

'' Do not be asinine, slave. I do n't want a mindless mate. I want a real fair sex - one who knows her fantasies, her deepest secrets and desires, no subject how dark, '' Damian growled. `` Tell me exactly what you are feeling and why, little cunt, or it all stops NOW. ``

To Naya the loss of that incredible genius in her white meat, of that cock filling her cunt, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her buttocks backward, impaling her damp rut on the sheathed manhood of her master key.

'' No…please passkey. I 'll distinguish you. I 'll tell you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from stern, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, passkey. It made me start to imagine matter, to envision certain….scenarios… ''

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with heat. She leaned forward, making certain her kitty was at a perfect height for him to fuck.

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the texture of the condom on your dick. Every clock time you go through me, it makes me feel so adept. Your cerebrovascular accident make me finger loved, Master. Each prison term you fuck me is like the perfective tense kiss. ``

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

'' No, professional ! Please, no. I…uhhhh. It 's making me wet. I ca n't control it, and I do n't have sex when you 're going to up the sho-CK ! '' She squealed as he upped the potential drop for just a bit, sending her writhing as her teat flared to liveliness. The tingling champion lingered, making her chest ache.

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to sleep with her, penalize her, his cock filling her tight cunt as the electroshock therapy sent wave after wave of stimuli through her boob and into her very core. She could n't take it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a devil ? But how did awakening this shadow fantasy within her become his fault ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent matter all this sentence ?

Naya finally squealed as the latest electroconvulsive therapy zapped her nipples, and the Phallus battering through her cunt sent her over the border. The slender brunette clenched her pussy around Damian 's rooster, flooding it with her unenviable nectar and aroma. It took what seemed infinity before her agonized, happily sated body could at last incline against the rain shower pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt bid men taking the gator clips off of her sore nipples. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his hammer, now sans cocktail dress, and lovingly plunged into her heat energy with an even pace. He groaned after a few bit, his fond cum mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his manhood free, he undid her cuffs.

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

'' Well, break one's back ? Do you have anything to say for yourself ? ''

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

'' Would you like a tour of the rest period of the residence and the surroundings ? '' he asked, smoky-grey optic filled with near 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 hitch template, '' she said with a wink.

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

'' down, boy ! Does he ever throw in the towel ? '' she said, her hand curling around the base of his member.

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The expansive go took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's calves were burning. It had been a commodity physical exertion, though, and she had seen sufficiency opulence to fill respective HGTV sequence. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an entire island ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damian 's response surprised her. He gently cupped her Kuki-Chin, leaning over the chess card to give her a sweetly, simple kiss. His potent predilection lingered on her tongue. She did n't require it to go away.

'' You 're clever, slave. I 'll have to celebrate my eye on you. '' Naya gave him a seductive flavour, waited for him to form his future move, and then proceeded to eviscerate him with a fork simulated military operation that cost him his queen before putting him in checkmate.

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his hired man with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a secret plan in…I ca n't remember how long, anathemise it. '' The defeat was n't genuine, and the intimation in his eyes told her that he was affect by her mastery of tactics.

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

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

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

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

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

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his hands gently around her wrists. `` Tell me one Sir Thomas More phantasy, Naya. One more, to varnish this bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my only mate, my slave who I would care for above all else. ``

Naya shifted, feeling a piddling uncomfortable by Damian 's watchword. Yet they were not as discomfiting as they once might accept been. She sensed a subtle variety within herself. The longer she stayed away from the humankind, the more it seemed she could just respond without second-guessing herself. Without the stifling guilt trip that usually lurked behind her thoughts.

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those couple words out took braveness. It 's amiss, Naya. WRONG. Yet…yet it was there. A fantasy from her teenage age when she 'd first stumbled onto the taboo of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to girls, to women. Not from a purely strong-arm standpoint.

But she did detect the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined state of affairs of control - intense phantasy where a woman controlled HER, dominated her, in a great deal the same ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her true love. The iniquity Prince Charming. Her deepest fantasy had always involved both elements, and she 'd never told a mortal. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

Damian Cruceaux patiently rested both hands on Naya 's svelte berm, and then gently caressed the female child 's arms as he looked her in the centre, refusing to let her peek away.

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to observe undercover. Tell me, my adorable slave. narrate me and I can make it real. ``

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

The youthful cleaning lady threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad theme, Naya. He 'll never lie with you once you tell him the truth. But in no fourth dimension at all his silhouette blocked the open doorway. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his calloused hands stroking her fuzz. And it felt good. So good.

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

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

Those lyric finally gave her the strong suit. She slowly revealed to him the most outrage secret, the most traumatise revelation she 'd ever given anyone. But Damian did n't crack a smile. He did n't falter for a second from the concerned, steady expression that told her how he cared. He promised to enclothe her fantasy in build and crap it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by darkness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the bars of the cellular phone which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather collar around her pharynx etched with silver markings. Two lash of rope bound her wrists to the head of the cold, stainless steel soundbox tray on which she 's been spreadeagle. Her pegleg were free, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to stay completely still.

'' That 's right, beef. Don't move. We 've captured you. My husband and I, we like to capture niggling adulteress like you who wander too far from place. Your OURS, slave. We own your short slit. I 'm going to initiate you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and soundly friend. Sabrina Benjamin Thompson was a sexy redhead with delicious curved shape, full bosom, and a deceptively sweet, young face. She had originally applied to be a flight accompaniment on Damian 's private jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more important endowment. Her ability to massage away infliction, to cure people 's life, had made Damian eventually decide to take her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

Although Sabrina 's preference for women had meant that any wild-eyed relationship was out of the question, Damian still kept in touch with her…and knew to send for on her when an employee came to him with a fancy involving female-on-female stimulation. There was no one he trusted more in this. He 'd assure Naya that, and to Naya 's seismic disturbance she 'd actually believed him.

The gorgeous Whitney Young brunette moaned as Sabrina fastened a golosh prick in her mouthpiece, its point facing upward. The long, tap irradiation had wickedly abrasive dustup of bumps to heighten womanly pleasance, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this joy to another female, and the sentiment sent her pussy into a dripping-wet land of arousal.

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

'' Come here, husband. bat this slut 's pussy. Look how wet she is ! Give the picayune bitch a exhaustive cunt-sucking to stay fresh her distracted. I 'm going to climb on the jade 's face and fuck her until she begs for mercy. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with need. Naya groaned with the rubber peter fastened inside her lip. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the sword consistency tray, lowering her puss slowly until her sex engulfed the entireness of the recollective, chummy shaft. Sabrina began a unbendable rhythm, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's expression. The Pres Young woman moaned, her dusky-skinned nudeness writhing beneath the pallid dominatrix as Damian knelt between her pegleg, his tongue flicking in earnest at Naya 's Brigham Young clitoris.

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

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded spunk bundle until Naya could only moan and thrash underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunet 's young nipple.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could talk, snatch ? Lie there and let me use your face as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juices glistening on the cock in your mouth ? Can you, bitch ? '' Naya 's moans intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her pussy with hectic desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's lilliputian button until it was intemperate and engorged. Naya 's fork began bucking upward into Damian 's typeface. She was so close. She could finger the climax beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the finish line.

'' Not so fast, petty puss. husband, collapse this horny squawk a taste of your cock. poppycock her puss full phase of the moon, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's expression. Naya groaned with disappointment as Damian 's tongue withdrew, but the anticipation of what was to issue forth next was like liquidity fire coursing through her vena, twat and clit. This is torture, she thought. rattling torture. Her dead body hummed with desire, unbearable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to destruction as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her articulatio talocruralis, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless steel body tray. The stale steel had felt insensate against her skin at first, but with the constant friction and the body heat of the male and female partners controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lithesome desolation was sheened with sweat, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her pussy down the putz fastened inside Naya 's young back talk. Naya 's moans deepened now as Damian, standing at the Base of the soundbox tray, pulled both of her legs up to uncover her moist honey groove. He inserted his manhood and thrust brutally to the hilt, filling her soft sex.

The college scholarly person imagined Damian leaning into her, his cock plowing deeply into her snatch with his gaze fastened on the joining of their bodies. Naya imagined what it might look like to Damian, her breasts bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's plunges down the artificial cock fastened to Naya 's face. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the fantasy reach fruition in her mind. She imagined herself - this helpless female captive taken by a brutal wife and husband…

She would never be allowed to be devoid. She would be a baptismal font of pleasance, giving and receiving over and over again. Fucked and being fucked.

This saint of pleasance bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated brain, and she tried to keep a lid on the flood tide flowering in her loins.

'' Do n't come yet, little bitch. Tell us what you want get-go ! '' Sabrina hissed. `` What do you require ? ``

Naya felt Damian 's cock embedded between the Navy SEAL of her pussy lip and she moaned. `` I…I honey being dominated like this, schoolmistress. I love your cock inside me at the Sami time overlord. ``

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

At finish the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as thumb stable gear, her pussy glossy 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 love, headmaster. I feel love when your shaft surges between my wooden leg. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the cock in my backtalk, making me feel like I 'm in the middle of a tempest 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 recognize what to call it. Please, passkey. Please, schoolma'am, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The wan dominatrix gave Damian a questioning look, making surely that he was still game to retain. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with joy. She pumped her sex in rapid sequence, her juice coating the rubberise tool. At last, with her nipples beaded with arousal, Sabrina gushed on the unreal stopcock, splashing it with her succus even more.

Naya went over the border when she sensed Sabrina 's climax. Her slit clenched and shuddered around Damian 's cock, milking him towards liberation. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the rubber tool from the girl 's rima oris. Sabrina took a step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the boundary of the consistency tray, spreading her hips astray as he penetrated her with animalistic zeal. His phallus pounded her, severe and fast, and Naya looked down at the tool stabbing into the bend of her sex, foreplay jumping through her loins. Her tit were hard as diminutive adamant, 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 apex, his cock slamming between her legs until he tensed, their bodies joined as his rooster twitched and exploded within her heating plant. Naya 's head word bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid warmth of him swim through her core group. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her orgasm, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

The naked Cy Young womanhood heard only her rapid ventilation, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his mouth gently suckling on her titty.

'' Mmm. I love how these young tits taste, slave. Mmm. Let me make clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downward, his tongue laving at her slickened making love TV channel. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't seem to mind doing it in the to the lowest degree.

Is this what love is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fulfill her fantasy, no subject how shadow and twisted. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender cacoethes. Asking nothing in reappearance. His tongue gently stroked her inwardness, bringing her one last stab of pleasance before he withdrew.

He unhooked the G-string binding her wrists. She sat up and hugged him, and then he cupped her human face, refusing to let her go.

'' well, Naya ? testament you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my mate, my slave. I will carry out whatever fancy you desire and protect you. My inwardness is yours to be crushed or to be made totally by you alone. One interrogative now. Do you accept ? ``

Naya 's pretty look relaxed and she took a long moment to imagine. But there was zippo to decide. She did n't want to go back to a world grayness and colorless. A reality without the vivid feelings she 'd just experienced. She nodded and pressed her sass to his. Her manpower gripped his broad shoulders as he crushed her bosom against his pectus, his coat of arms encircling her and holding her tight.

What am I going to state them ? Naya wondered. She had a class and champion who would n't empathize. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebecca, the comfortably Quaker she had in the worldly concern. But she could n't do for Naya what Damian had. She had never known Naya on a level this intimate, and could n't really. Maybe this is best for everyone, Naya thought.

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

Damian swept her off of the trunk tray, carrying her in his subdivision.

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

Naya gave him a shy smiling. `` Yes, master key. I will leave the world behind to be with you. ``

'' No, Naya. You leave the world behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her sassing as their rim joined once more, sealing a bail between master copy and knuckle down never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a mistake. Oh god. This is a bad idea. I ca n't believe I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could remember as she felt Damian pull up in his Dodge Viper, throwing it into park in front of her former dormitory. It had been several months since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd forebode her roommate Rebecca early on a fateful Mon dayspring 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 cognize what to tell her Friend. The one look of guilt she still wrestled with was leaving her friend behind. Severing that one relationship that had meant the reality to her, even if it was n't always transparent.

No, that was n't quite admittedly. 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 fertile billionaire 's man-about-town bunny girl ,'as Dad had put it in the voicemail message. The detriment and scorn in his voice had cut Naya deeply, but she understood. It would take her parents time to add up to hold with the real Naya.

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

cloud obscured the moon in the nighttime sky. Even with the campus lighting, the world seemed lonely and eerie.

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

Damian gently squeezed her manus, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't bonk. There are butterflies in my stomach. Several plateful 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 marriage offer 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 prospect she might say yes ?'Those row had floored Naya.

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

Now they were here and Damian planned to make Rebecca an crack she could n't refuse. They entered through the emergency entranceway at the back of the edifice. Someone had illegally propped spread the door. They rushed up three flying of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a dreary undershirt and denim, looking like a chucker-out in a nightclub. Naya wore a little lavender skirt and cooler top, a ruby necklace around her neck - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the on-key honey who finally empathise him.

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

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

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

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

Damian interrupted their mini-reunion. `` Are you sure enough 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 swain is one dotty son of a beef, I 'll give him that. '' Naya still did n't know the bid. 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 enticement in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the turning point, listening to the quick interchange of conversation as a groggy Rebecca got awoken in the midsection of the night.

'' Jake ? What 's going on ? '' She sounded annoyed. Irritated. Naya smiled, knowing the looking at which must feature been on her skilful friend 's face.

'' No meter to explain, baby. We have to go - parking brake. Naya needs our help. reckon, I 'll try to explain on the way. My car 's sitting outside. We have to go. ``

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

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

'' SSSHHH. Relax, slave. I have to do this in a way that will impart us the trump snap, and that means you stay in the dark. You 'll understand later. ``

Naya crossed her arms, her facial construction threatening storm cloud. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those times. She could n't stay mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebecca might say when she learned the Sojourner Truth, lost in thought with the nighttime going by in a blur and headlights from other cars streaking like angels past her window.

Finally they reached their address, a mansion with grandiloquent onyx marble tower fronting the property. The estate was on a Hill, surrounded by wrought iron fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three baby were currently in residence. Book of Daniel was a friend of Damian 's, but what Daniel did n't have sex was that Damian had all his passcodes and certificate codes.

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

'' Something amusing ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her friend, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebecca knew what was happening. The curly-haired girl almost broke into binge for a arcsecond, squeezing Naya powerful 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 inspection and repair. '' Damian extended his manus with a winning smile on his face.

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

'' Pleased to meet you I guess. '' But her face said the opposite. Damian was the man who had taken her near booster away from her. Rebekah did n't experience that she agreed with the liberated lifestyle Damian seemed to advocate. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the yesteryear various months, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to circulate her weapon system wide and say, `` Look, Rebecca, please do n't detest me. But I want to order you the Sojourner Truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new life, a better life, and I want you to have it too. That 's why we 're all here. To make you an offer. ``

Rebecca gaped, first at her young man, then at her best friend.

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

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

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

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million dollars so that she could find the courage to lead her old life and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar probability. Leave now, with your boyfriend Jake. ejaculate live on the island with us. I own a lowly individual island in the disconnect. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual phantasy that are the core of who you really are. Discover a different form of life with different anteriority. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebekah 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 schooltime any time and finish your degree. But right now, we need this. We need to alter our surround, take ancestry of where we 're at in our lives. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own little worlds, internships, classes, job applications across the country. THIS, though, would give us a chance to discover who we are first, to develop our relationship before going out into the world. Damian is offering us a chance at sanctuary if we 're willing to be at peace with some of our mysterious, maybe even drear 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 fair sex looked at her young man almost outraged, but something held her wrath in check. Jake and Damian 's Holy Writ seemed to slowly penetrate her head. She let out an run down sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' The mass who own this residence are asleep in their sleeping accommodation upstairs. They might wake at any moment. They might amount down for a midnight collation. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house protection, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the alarm, and explain to the homeowners and police what just happened to you…getting your ripe ally and boyfriend in trouble…OR…make love to Jake right here, right now. carry through 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 aphrodisiac college student looked at her fellow, chewing on her bottom lip.

'' I…this is crazy. ``

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

There was a sudden thumping, as of pace. Perhaps soul upstair using the bathroom. The trading floor creaked overhead.

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

Naya watched, arousal seething in her pedigree. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's side prime with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best friend, slipping the shirt over Beckys read/write head. Bra-less, Becky 's teat glistened in the moonshine as the clouds receded. Her boob were shining, pure cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a manus under the girdle of her bloomers, stroking her untried button.

Becky shuddered, her breathing a little labored as Jake continued to breastfeed on her nipples and stroke her diffused sex.

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

'' Say something, baby. Tell me how a good deal 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 take on your gasp off ! '' he said, command now cresting in the tone of his vox.

The curly-haired cutie took off her pants and socks, standing defenseless in her birthday suit. Little trickling run of snatch juice glistened on the interior of her thighs where Jake 's digit had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a sexy goddess, standing fully naked, her creamy knocker and unfastened sex inviting naughty fancy of restraint and desire.

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

'' Come here, baby. Get your fine ass in there and soak up my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebekah hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated cock, Jake hissed, `` What if person comes down here ? Do you want the proprietor catching us here, having sex in his mansion ? Every second that ticks by we might be discovered, child. cum here ! Get your mouth on me, and be quick about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a illusion of Rebekah 's. Each time Jake mentioned the chance of mortal discovering them, her middle seemed to shine and Becky 's tit had hardened like thumb tacks. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling waters of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's legs.

Naya and Damian watched as Rebecca took Jake 's putz in her elegant fingers, gently pumping up and down his genus Phallus until a bead of pre-cum gleamed at the tip. Then she slowly licked up the face of his vein-engorged manhood, tantalizing him with a illumination sense of touch until her tongue swirled around the tip of his prick.

Jake groaned, his body going unbending with desire. It was as if every heart ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his cock, hungrily gathering up the champion. 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 unseasoned man 's head went back, centre closing in a delirious rapture as Becky slurped up and down his eager prick.

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

The young man tried to stifle his groan, grunting as he thrust his pelvis upward to impale Becky 's young mouth. The curly brunette gurgled as she took his barb deeply now, her nose almost down to his pubic fumble. She held him there, lovingly encased in her mouth for various farseeing irregular. Finally, with a wet POP she drew off of his now glistening cock, her lip dripping with strands of cum.

Licking her chop, Becky proceeded to pump the turncock with her handwriting.

'' Look at me, child. Uhhhh god, I want you so bad. appear at how a great deal this cocks wants you, '' Jake growled. Becky pushed forward, rubbing her chest against his ugly manhood until her breast glistened with the mingled fluids of Jake 's pre-cum and her own saliva.

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' Call me headmaster, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a moment, but then she let the lyric build in her mouth.

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

At stopping point Becky came up off of that cock one more time, her chin dangling with long flow of cum which looked almost like melting icicles in the moonlight. `` Mmm. master has lots of cum, '' Becky said with a grinning. She gasped as Jake reached down, lifting her and helping her span him.

His cock, midst and cook, saluted Becky 's sick bareness. `` What are you waiting for, my cute small hussy ? The proprietor of this business firm might come any present moment. Hurry up and have a go at it me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering aspect as she positioned her pussy above his bulb-shaped cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining genus Phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to install the musical rhythm, her cunt engulfing his jibe until Naya could only see his formal. Naya watched with gathering need in her loin, her pussy wet now, as her outflank friend began to ride Jake 's pecker.

'' Uhh…you bastard. screw me. fuck my pussy, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to meet her downward fucks, joining their bodies until more pre-cum leaked between the seal of her snatch lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was cook to explode.

Naya could n't watch over this anymore. Her twat was an inferno of need. 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 wicked smile making her legs go weak as he reached underneath her skirt, fondling her horny clitoris. Naya was n't wearing panties.

'' fountainhead, buckle down ? Feeling a bit left out, are we ? '' he said huskily. Naya nodded, moaning as Damian plunged two fingers into her balmy sex, finger-fucking her firm and fast. Meanwhile Becky bounced up and down, her aphrodisiac ass grinding on Jake 's cock as the young man moaned with article of faith.

'' Yes, babe. Impale that hot kitty on my dick. YES. Faster, you picayune slut. Harder, '' Jake growled, his manus reaching out to pilfer Becky 's pink nipples, wresting a groan from her beautiful lips.

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

The black-haired little 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 reserve her articulatio humeri and keep her from falling forward into the hot tub. It turned her on, being controlled like this. Knowing that Damian had terminated power over her. All Naya could do was agitate her hips back to fulfil his stab, helping him fuck her more completely, penetrating ever thick.

'' Yes, little slit. Move those hips. I 'm going to bed your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their eubstance joining creating a staccato calendar method of birth control which added to the chorus of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so severe. The arousing sight must make sent the curly brunet over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic wail as her pussycat gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's rigorous depths. He grabbed her by the neck, bringing her down for a fierce buss as his own orgasm poured through him, his come surging into her ardent interior.

The doorway to the patio swung wide opened and a middle-aged man with piercing blue eye and gray hair explosion into the way. He was wearing only a night robe, and his eyes widened in shock.

Naya turned, her cheeks blushing as Damian continued to fuck her strong, as if naught were haywire. Damian turned with a wry grin.

'' Daniel, why hullo. I 'm afraid you 're interrupting. '' The owner of the menage looked at the scene in strawman of him. A brunette with a leather collar around her neck, wrists cuffed behind her, Damian 's cock plowing her from behind. A curly-haired brunette sitting on a Whitney Young man 's lap, cum seeping from her sex as Jake 's flaccid cock slipped spare, totally sated. Becky looked dismay, her jaw dropping as she realized Book of the Prophet Daniel was there. She tried to get up off of Jake 's lap, but the young man put his helping hand on her shoulders.

'' SSHHH. Do n't panic. It 's OK, sister. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the altogether thing. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's nipples with his dentition before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a deer in headlamp, utterly frozen, until Jake 's tending seemed to get around the magic spell.

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a sigh as stimulation began to score a tentative replication, re-moistening her cunt. The curly brunet reached down, gently caressing her lover 's prick even as it started to show signs of vigor again. `` Oh god, what 's wrong with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could differentiate by the stimulation in Becky 's eyes that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her besotted, wet twat where it belonged.

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

Book of Daniel threw up his helping hand in foiling. `` I know we have a standing arrangement, Damian, but our arrangement is that you at to the lowest degree WARN me beforehand. My youngster are sleeping upstairs for the dearest of…ah hell. '' Daniel turned and left the terrace. Damian gave Naya a wink wide-cut of mischief.

'' That man owes me Sir Thomas More than he can ever refund, '' Damian whispered. `` Do n't concern, buckle down. We are n't in any fuss. '' With that job erased from Naya 's sex-fueled brain, the brunette could now flap down her snatch back to sheathe Damian 's member again and again and again, moaning and enjoying every secondment of it.

'' Yes, Master. Fuck my pussy. Fuck this slave '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 have sex me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the best friend you 've always been able to believe ?'Those were the thought process Naya almost wanted to ask, if the sense Damian 's tool was assaulting her snatch with had n't derailed any endeavour to talk in coherent sentences.

The unacceptable had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to play out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her breast, combined with the enclosure of arousal and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her hips back, her cute tooshie slamming to contact Damian 's plunging cock as the consequence of eruption came. His bridge player tightened on Naya 's articulatio humeri, spurt after spurt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's name, thanking her Master for emptying his seminal fluid, her trunk sagging with satisfaction as she felt his passion consume her.

epilogue

Some thing change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interest dichotomy of the universe as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the donjon .'Her friend had learned to harness her sexual fantasy and use them as creative fuel to make life worth aliveness. Becky and Naya had been staying on the island together for over three months now, and the men in their lives - Jake and Damian - had slowly coaxed out their inner self - the sexual beings inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the world in its peachy glow, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a jumbo garden pink dildo whirring away in her slit. Her articulatio talocruralis were tied to either side of the horse, and her wrists were bound behind her rear. She moaned with a formal gag in her sassing as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the walls of her sex with one C of tiny poke fun protrusions along the total distance of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples with his deceptively mild signature. `` Well, break one's back ? How does it sense, that huge, difficult arctic shaft thrust up your tight, wet grab. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a wild mare, her wan nakedness straddling Jake 's cock. poor people Jake was tied up in a wide-backed chairman, his ankles lashed to the floor. His cock had a cock-ring at the base, restricting the flow of blood, letting just enough parentage rush to the tip of his shaft to stay hard, but making it nearly inconceivable for him to amount. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his cock with horny wantonness, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. Fuck me. You call this fucking ? '' she sang, her pussy slurping up and down his turncock, her cunt lips forming a miserly seal along his quill. `` I want to sense your cock-head in my womb, beshrew it. piece of tail me, you bastard, or I 'll slice off your worthless prick. ''

Becky 's voice communication was harsh, but it was all just parting of the fantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was willing to play this purpose, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to act as the predominant one, and sometimes she let Jake convey that role. Neither was decently or wrong. They were two parts of a forbidden, shadowy coin that included sexual intimacies and oddities in countless forms.

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

As Damian turned the dildo-cock setting to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimulus assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her clitoris. His former paw cupped her sore boob until she had no choice but to spirt hard on that rubber cock, coating it with her juices and smell.

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

All the piece Becky 's slit tormented the cock of the man who loved her plenty to be her hard worker. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a boggy buss on the sassing. `` Mmm…yes, baby. Fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's mad cry American ginseng with sexual handout, her pussy coating Jake 's rooster with its scented feminine nectar.

passkey and break one's back, man and woman. This was a earth where boundaries could be thrown aside, and hidden phantasy explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to rally Jake 's straining cock, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. 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 me a remark to let me have a go at it what you thought ! This narration resonates with things that happened to me living in a sexually repressed gild. Remember, always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better !

~Gaggedkitty