CHAPTER 1

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

'' You should n't go, Naya. Look, I know you think this is the 'adventurous'matter to do. But this is shadowed, and if I may say, More than a slight creepy. I mean, what do you really know about this guy ? ``

Damian Cruceaux. The man who 'd placed the online ad seemed as mysterious as his motion-picture show suggested. Naya glanced at her smartphone. The typeface staring back at her seemed cynical, the eyes hard, almost insensate, as if they 'd seen too much. He was at to the lowest degree a ten her senior, but his lean face had somehow retained the good luck charm of a much youthful man. Damian 's eyes were smoky Grey. His physical body was succinct, and even under the dark purple dress shirt, sinew rippled.

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

Wanted : a beautiful college age female. Adventurous, undetermined to possibility, and above all - SUBMISSIVE. Spend one evening with Damian Cruceaux, billionaire entrepreneur. Do whatever he asks, when he asks. Be his for an evening and, if you play your cards right, Damian might just keep open you for a while. offering : $ 2 million the inaugural night. Price negotiable after that. Do you presume ?

Naya stood about 5'5. Some might take in called her petite from a space, but she had noticeable curves and a body that screamed womanly beauty. She glanced in the mirror one stopping point fourth dimension, adjusting her skintight, shimmery, and strapless blacken dress. It matched the glossy, charcoal-black hair that hung in wavy voluptuousness a good few column inch past her articulatio humeri. Lithe and athletic, Naya had been a shoo-in for the data track team at Triton University. She was also a senior studying engineering.

The roomie behind her was like a easy rendering of Naya. Rebekah 's poor, curly hair and mischievous centre were always looking for the next japery to play. But now they were unusually serious, and had been ever since she 'd discovered that Naya had responded to that outrageous online advertising.

It was insane. Absolutely insane. Naya secretly agreed with her friend 's appraisal. 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 materialize. It was n't exactly safe.

'' Why, Naya ? Just tell me why ? We 're going to graduate in a few more months. Is this, like, some finale stupid stunt you think you need to do before you become a responsible grownup ? Because I promise you, there are LE pudden-head ways to do something impulsive and fun. You do n't know WHO this guy is, Naya. He could be a successive killer for all you know ! ``

Naya wanted to tell her the truth. That engineering was what her parents had always wanted her to do. That this had been THEIR dream, not hers. Now that she was so penny-pinching to achieving it, she did n't find elated or even encouraged…she felt vacuous. Doing something thrill-seeking like this - it actually made her find awake. She did n't require to think about the hereafter, at least not for the time being. Running across the online ad in an blot out forum had seemed like a cosmic sign to Naya. Crazy or not, I 'm going to do this, Naya decided. She was going to induce what she hoped might be the night of her life, come what may.

CHAPTER 2

The even began as Naya had hoped. Just on time, 8PM, and the moon already hanging in the sky like a giant pale Frisbee, the sleek, calamitous limousine pulled up to the curb near her hall. Rebecca - ever stubborn - stood by the AMEX with her, wearing a much less dressy dungaree and a tank top. She gave her friend a goodbye hug.

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

'' Becky, you know I 'm not stupid. I promise to be careful. sexual love you, girl. Now go have a relaxing night without me. foretell that fellow you 've been pining for the finale few sidereal day, '' she said with a smiling, dodging out of the way as Rebecca tried to make her a punch in the shoulder.

An impeccably dressed driver opened the door for Naya, and the college student got in before Rebecca could try boost retribution. She waved at her ally as the driver got back in, started up the engine, and drove them away. Suddenly Naya felt herself perched on bowling pin and needles. A calorie-free rain began to fall, making the asphalt and buildings glisten with a calibre Naya liked. It reminded her of thaumaturgy. Wow, what a corny sentiment. Do n't let your jitters make you say something stupid 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 to good enough for a man like Damian Cruceaux ? Naya decided to comfort the tension by making low talk.

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

Naya frowned. The number one petite bit of'I told you so'crept into her head, doing a remarkable rendition of Rebekah 's vocalization. As the min ticked by, still totally incognizant of where they might be headed, Naya 's anxiousness morphed into something else. It took on undertone of straight-out veneration. Nearly 45 minutes passed before Naya was prepare to bang on the partition and demand that 'Pierre'stop the fomite and tell her where the hell he was taking her. Instead she finally saw a large storage warehouse with a bay sliding open air, and the limousine eased out of the rainwater, pulling to a stop in a astray warehouse floor flooded with brightness level.

The door opened carefully, and Pierre gave her a civil nod. `` Forgive the length of the slip, my peeress. maestro 's orders were to not utter to you until we arrived. '' The sudden warmth in the man 's eyes did a lot to resettle Naya 's spunk, but not completely. She slowly stepped out, turned around, and gasped at what she saw.

There were dustup of beautiful Danton True Young fair sex. Many of them wore skimpy dresses, others wore pieces of big elegance. They all looked college age, though some of them, judging by the grandiosity of the gowns and oppressiveness of the makeup, were trying very hard to look more mature than their class.

Naya quietly let Pierre guide her over to bring together the bank line of expectant girls. She stood beside a blonde girl in a bright red dress which had a 1 strap that wound behind and looped around the neck, revealing two creamy shoulders and plenty of cleavage. Oops. I did n't know this would be a competition, Naya thought. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

A redhead on Naya 's early English was wearing a sparkly green tank top and calamitous morass embroidered with rows of bright beads. She turned with a decisive look in her emerald eyes. `` A crud is still a skank, no matter how fine the dress, '' she said, looking Naya up and down like she was a damaged part on an assembly credit line. Naya opened her mouth, shocked at the woman 's rudeness.

'' Do n't interest about her, honey. You know what they say about redheads…and this one 's got the personality of a bull dog…which I 'm sure Mr. Cruceaux will find oneself sooo attractive, '' The blonde adult female in the red wearing apparel interjected, taking Naya by the carpus and turning her in the former direction.

'' Thanks for the save, '' Naya said. `` I did n't do it quite how to respond to that. '' She finally took in the details of the blonde woman 's aspect. Her pretty dreary eyes were wide and innocent now, but moments before they 'd been spunky and sharp.

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

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

'' Yeah, I know it IS a fiddling over the top. Even though I do n't fit the silent blonde stereotype, sometimes I like to play appearances and see how a great deal hoi polloi assume. You can get word a lot about multitude by what they do or do n't take for granted, '' she finished with a grin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two stood bridge player in script, talking to one another, trying to keep each early 's flavour up and distracted while more fille were dropped off for the strangest competition Naya had ever witnessed. Pretty soon there were at least 100 young women in the storage warehouse. The constant pattering on the metal roofing jostled against the hushed conversations of the young char impatiently waiting. When a black limousine zoomed through the bay door, screeching to a check, pennon fluttering with the corporate logo of Cruceaux industriousness unmistakable, the whole place fell silent except for the tip-tapping above.

Two impeccably dressed men, tuxedos firmly pressed, opened the room access for a steely-eyed valet de chambre who had to be - without any doubt - one Damian Cruceaux. Wearing a tuxedo himself, its bright silver waistcoat contrasting sharply against his two supporter'plain Edward D. White single, Damian Cruceaux strode up to the lineage of Brigham Young cleaning lady as if he had a right to each and every one of them. But as he walked slowly down the gangway of gorgeous faces and fancifully breathtaking nightgown, his eyes seemed much less concerned about the physical endowment of the woman he surveyed than about other qualities.

As Naya leaned forward, peering at the billionaire 's gait, he noticed that the man seemed to annotate over segmentation almost dismissively. He seemed to look penetratingly into the eyes of each girl he passed. He seemed to measure her wholly bearing rather than the garments she wrapped or hid herself in, Naya realized. And soon, her heartbeats beginning to thunder, Naya realized that Damian 's slam was about to reach her. She instinctively squeezed Claire 's hand again as anxiety wrenched at her inwardness. She realized her Brobdingnagian bungle, her trunk tensing in reverence.

Claire had to want to take care her sexy best in front of Cruceaux, and now she had a young lady she 'd barely met squeezing her manus tightly like a frightened piffling babe. Naya was mortified. But it was too late to disengage. Damian had already swept down the gangway to study them, and his eye had already taken keen note of their linked hands.

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

But instead Claire remained still, did n't withdraw the bridge player - and Cruceaux looked intently at the blond char first, and then his piercing gaze set its mountain on Naya. He seemed to loaf on her glistening, midnight hairsbreadth and the dreary chocolate pool of her center. His center gently caressed the slimness of her berm before looking her up and down again for just measure. He settled on her cheek, and Naya tried to contact his gaze. After a few bit, she couldn't.

Her fondness began to sink as he began to flex away. But instead these words came out of Damian 's oral cavity as he spoke to his two assistant.

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

Naya exchanged a agile coup d'oeil with Claire, saw the triumph in her new Friend 's eyes. They had done it. They had passed the first base test. Claire leaned over, risking a voicelessness before following Damian 's assistants.

'' Let the night Begin. ``

CHAPTER 3

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

'' I do n't think I caught your epithet, '' he said mildly as the bay room access slid subject and the limousine lurched into the night.

'' I 'm Naya. ''

Claire dared a more direct regard than Naya could muster. `` Claire. ``

'' A delight to meet you both. I want you to know, that no topic how this evening transpires, you two are quite extra. I wouldn't have asked you to fall if I thought otherwise. ``

The girls shared an ill at ease smell. Naya smiled nervously. `` That might be the most worry way I 've ever been complimented. '' She found herself loosening up a bit despite the unusual way Damian talked. He had an accent she could n't quite place, 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 schoolmarm ? '' Naya continued boldly. Claire gave her a askance flavor filled with warning.

Damian Cruceaux chuckled. `` Ah. You are a rarefied gem, Naya. I thought I saw a concealed firing in you. In answer to your question, no…not at all. I do not give out compliments freely. You will watch that soon enough. ``

The rest of the ride went smoothly, with Damian gently asking a superficial doubt here and there. Many of the women 's own questions were answered obliquely, with a deft accomplishment at revealing only what he desired. Naya marveled at how he deflected even the most harmless interrogative sentence - about his business organisation, his travelling, his retiring careers.

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

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

'' Forgive me, my lady. You have former plans for the dark. I see the disappointment on your cheek, but do not label the evening until it 's over. I would not throw brought you this far only to empty you. '' The vast, muscle-bound Shirley Temple man sounded almost fashion plate, and his eyes twinkled at Claire in a way that sent blood rushing to her cheek. Even Naya could see that.

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

Soon Naya 's spirit was beating like a machinegun firing desperately at an invading U. S. 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 bridge player on either side of her, a streak of self-conscious consciousness surfacing with a vengeance. She was aware of the crimson chandelier at her throat, which was supposed to counterpoint nicely with the shimmering black in the attire. She had been going for a effete facial expression, and judging from the way Damian 's heart clung to her figure and rested on her face, she had succeeded.

'' You are a mesmerizing cleaning woman, Naya. Now that we 've passed through some of the pleasantries and find to lie with each other a little, my hope is that this dinner can be somewhat more…intimate. Do you have intercourse why you 're here ? ``

To parcel a bed with a billionaire stranger, enjoying a night of heat and excess without regrets ? That might have been the impulse that made Naya respond to Damian 's ad in the first place, but it did n't sound so impressive now. In fact, it made her seem downright shallow. She gripped the tabular array edge, almost ashamed that she had no calculate answer.

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

'' What ? '' She was taken off guard duty. His oculus seemed to scintillate, as if he enjoyed this a little, but his aspect remained deadly serious.

'' You 're not here for a dark of wining and dining and sex. You 're not a girl with a one-dimensional personality. You 're a untried woman looking for something More out of life sentence. More than what society says you can be. secernate me I 'm wrong. ``

Naya let the silence engulf the table between them before she could meet her nerve. She finally found her more playful alter-ego, the one she seemed able to take hold of onto the to a greater extent she focused on the richness in Damian 's representative.

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

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

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

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

Naya took a gulp of air, feeling travail pool on the incline between her breasts. She was saved by the waiter, who whisked by to have their gild. 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 womanly physical object of his intent.

Naya tried to just be honest. `` Because you have force, because you clearly do n't handle what people think. I admired your satinpod when I first read the posting. I admired your bluntness, the world-be-damned philosophical system I sensed behind the Logos in your ad. '' Naya could n't trust 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 audacity to reach and gently rub his the right way manus over her left. She felt the immediate rush of passion from his palm, and it made her arm chill.

'' Too early to tell, '' she whispered. `` But evidence me this, '' she said, trying to recover. `` Why did you bring Claire ? Why recruit her hopes up only to cruelly leave her and then take on me ? I do n't know if I can respect a man who does something like that. ``

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

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

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

His demeanor turned grievous, though, even as that last time brought up alarming doubt in Naya 's judgment.

'' The truth is a lot more mundane than you would guess, Naya. I care deeply for my employees. They are like syndicate to me. Pierre has been with me for several class, but has yet to detect the properly woman. Tonight I was shopping not just for me, but for him. That 's correctly, Naya - I was playing matcher this even. capital of South Dakota trusted me to choose. I 'm a skillful judge of alchemy. Even as we dine here, he has taken her somewhere else for an confidant dinner not unlike this one. ``

The Edward Young charwoman was stunned. Naya had almost forgotten Damian 's helping hand gently rubbing not only her hand, but also her arm.

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

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

Naya took a sip of her wine, letting the delicious goal dancing on her roof of the mouth for a few seconds before responding. `` Well, can you blame a young woman for getting certain ideas after you 've put her in a batting order with 100 other sexed-up womanhood ? ``

The billionaire nodded. `` Touché. Fair enough. I guess I do owe you a more direct reply about myself. Do you know why monogamy is the highest form of relationship ? ``

Naya shook her foreland and withdrew her hand. That damnably pleasurable feeling of his hand rubbing her arm was making it unmanageable to retrieve straight.

'' Quite bluntly - because there are two things in this world which matter to me More than anything else. jealousy and allegiance. ``

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

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

The brunette 's chocolate-hued middle widened in pretend blow. `` Those are DEFINITELY not the tidings I expected to come out of the rima oris of Damian Cruceaux. ''

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

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

Though she could n't explain it, Damian Cruceaux 's tidings 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 contradiction to be anything but the truth.

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

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

'' I find the Holy Writ 'girlfriend'unappetizing. You will be much more. I am offering to produce you my mate, my submissive. I will be your Master, and you will be my hard worker. ``

This nomenclature drew stark business line in Naya 's mind and spunk - both tantalizing and frightening. She had always harbored dark fantasy. phantasy of being taken - sometimes by a buccaneer king, sometimes by a savage tyke, she being the kidnapped princess. She knew these fantasies would probably seem silly to her friends, and many mass would be horrified. But there were real to her. So very real.

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

'' Of being a striver ? ``

Naya nodded, and the high temperature rushed to her face. She realized that both of his hired hand had invaded her side of the table, gently grasping her wrist joint.

'' How does this feel, Naya ? What I 'm doing right now ? '' Naya 's breathing had quickened. She was sure he could see the rapid wage increase and fall of her bosom under the skintight material. The exertion along her brow had to be detectable too. Her cleavage felt knavish with sweat, and she wanted to cuss her spunk for being so worthless.

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

Damian 's oculus gleamed with victory. He slowly nodded. `` You are a rare woman, Naya. I would care you to be mine, but I want you to cognise exactly what you are getting into. I don't delay to the norms of society. Society is superficial and stagnant. I want you to feel alert, to be what you were truly meant to be - club 's beliefs be damned. Men and cleaning lady think differently. We ARE dissimilar. Society forgets that. You, the female, were made to be dominated by me, the male. I will ask you to do things you may not desire to do. But secretly your femininity will beg to be commanded, to be ordered. I will have a go at it you and hold dear you, but I will also make you MINE. I will push you to the limits, I will challenge you, and I will not be apologetic about it. ``

He paused, gauging her reaction. His hands still gently clasped her wrist joint. Even that cultivate level of his command over her sent her heartbeat racing. She found her mouth turning dry.

'' Can you plow this ? Can you abide such an arrangement ? Because if you ca n't, there is no pity in standing up now and walking away. I wo n't try to block off you. But if you go forward from here, the rule change. I will not treat you with kid mitt. I will treat you as the slave you were meant to become. ``

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

Damian Cruceaux tapped his fingers on the table and took a sip of the ok red as the waiter brought out plates of lasagne and tortellini, placing it before them. Once the man was out of earshot, Damian turned his smoldering stare on her again. `` leave me the weekend. If you decide to stay with me after that, you 'll lay off your damn course of instruction, take the $ 2 million I offered, and become my hard worker. ``

Naya took a swig of her wine-coloured, swirling the beautiful red liquidness in the ticket quartz glass crank, watching and imagining it was line. `` And if I decide I 'm not a submissive ? If I decide the peachy Damian Cruceaux is not the man to tame me ? What then ? ``

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

The dusky-skinned college educatee 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 waive all that easy money ? ``

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

The 21-year-old blushed at the use of that Book. Girlfriend. He said it like it was a dirty word. Like it implied acts she could barely conceive of. A chill ran up her pricker, and a heat surged between her legs. Naya, be careful. Do n't you remember Rebecca 's words ? She thought. There was another slope, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girlfriend. For once in your spirit do something that is confessedly to who you are. Not the person you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what 's respectable and what 's 'right .'Do what 's in your heart.

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

CHAPTER 4

Naya thought she was prepared for what would happen next. I guess I was legal injury, she realized not long after. The limousine had come to cull them up, but this time it was a dissimilar device driver who ushered them into the back buttocks. inside, Naya was surprised to see Claire and Pierre sitting side by slope on the plush leather cushions opposite them. Damian settled in gracefully beside her. His every motion had the easygoing limberness of a puma. He casually put an arm about her as the driver gunned the limo into the rain-soaked night.

For a patch dealings seemed to slow everything to a crawl, but the aggressive number one wood eventually got them to the highway, and soon they were leaving the urban center behind altogether.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Strip. ``

'' Excuse me ? ``

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

Naya felt her body go cold. A here and now later, though, heat energy flooded her veins. The opinion of him seeing her completely raw tormented her, but it turned her on even more. She thought of the insanity of it, though. Just across from her sat a Edward Young woman and a man in a tuxedo. She looked over at the two of them, and her aspect must get shown her jolt.

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

'' Right here ? '' Naya asked, making sure this was real. Damian nodded, and his hand made an imperious motion. When she still hesitated, Damian turned to Pierre. The two men 's unspoken exchange of looks revealed that they had a bail bond beyond the round-eyed employer-employee relationship. capital of South Dakota nodded and turned to Claire.

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

Claire went very still. Her eyes flashed to meet his. For a 2nd she did n't go, and then Naya watched, open-mouthed, as the Young blond slowly unbuttoned the rachis of her dress, slipped spare of the soft satin, and shimmied liberal of the rest of it. She was now in only a bright ruby bra and scanty. next she unhooked the bra, letting the wisp of fabric fall to the floor. Claire slowly drew the panty down her luscious articulatio coxae, sliding them gracefully off of her ankles. The cad came off then, and there was cypher but birthday causa. Just womanly peach, naked and unvarnished.

The raw blonde sat beside Pierre, her supple breasts displayed for the early three people in the limo to admire. The Edward Teach of pubic hair enshrouding her sex seemed to promise a domain of delights.

'' Open your thigh a little wider, lovemaking. '' Claire obeyed, her legs opening a bit. They could now admire her sex, unresolved and uncovered. Her trunk was definitely flushed - whether from the embarrassment or sheer sexual arousal, Naya was n't sure. Claire met Naya 's eyes with a look of triumph, like a person does when they 've just conquered a fearfulness, and it gave Naya an incredible rush.

Before anything more could be done, Naya found her hands reaching backwards, unzipping the skintight dress. She managed to shrug out of the silk-trimmed framework without too practically trouble, finally letting it flop to the slope as she sat beside Damian in only her pink lace-bra and pink scanty. She sat there, looking at Claire 's dipsomaniac eubstance. The blonde 's pale peel and feminine curves were beautiful, unproblematic as that.

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

'' Does it help oneself, Naya ? Seeing your fellow slave naked before you ? Does it hold you courage ? When you answer me, visit me professional. You must do exactly as I say or you will be punished. Even though you failed to take in off your clothes as I commanded, I know that you are new to this. I am not without belief of mercy. But you must show me you are trying. Are you giving this your comfortably 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 redress. ``

'' Society has taught you to be ashamed of your own consistency. Do n't utter to me of what is 'right'or 'wrong'striver. You have been programmed, and I am trying to de-program the harmful things in your nous. Now do what I say. make off what remains of your clothing. I would see the real you - a nude, pristine Naya, a striver of unrivaled mantrap. ``

As he said the run-in, though, Damian gently did the work for her. He unclasped the bra strap, sliding the bra off to reveal her supple cone. He then slowly slid her panty down her stage, all the way to her ankle joint, and whisked them away. He gently disengaged the sandals, discarding them in the corner, and now Naya was just…Naya. Naked as the day of her parturition. Her cute butt felt the cool leather underneath her. Her kitty-cat felt the air on her disclose puss rim. She felt a shudder of danger, of arousal, and it was all both confusing and mesmerizing.

Naya and Claire looked at each other 's soundbox. They were not the same, but neither was more or less beautiful than the early. They were just…different. Naya 's dusky-toned skin was a tincture darker than the creaminess of Claire 's. Claire 's breasts were maybe slightly larger, the nipples great and more pronounced. Naya 's still belly with its belly-button ring added an exotic allure beneath her well-formed knocker, and the hefty pure tone in her arms and legs was unmistakable.

'' What do you call back, Pierre ? Are these slaves not gorgeous ? '' Damian said, his arm sliding around Naya 's shoulders, hugging her nudeness to him as nonchalantly as if they were at a new ballgame. Naya could n't think how sexually mindful she felt. Every rub of his leg against her naked thigh…even through the fabric of his pant - sent sensation all the way to her lumbus. She had to consciously keep her body from trembling with the build-up of arousal.

But her pap were already hardened, a black giveaway for all to see. They did n't judge her for it, though. She waited for a condemnation that never came.

'' They are both keen, Master. I can definitely call a spade a spade, '' Pierre said with a grinning. He looked at Claire, his arm reaching around her shoulders in a similar possessive posture. He went a measure further, though, claiming her mouth with a tender kiss. Claire moaned, her pap beading too, and her nakedness trembled as his mouth worked hers, her tongue responding. At endure they came away from each other, back talk parting softly.

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

'' Would you suck my cock, slave ? Put your mouth on my humanness, '' Pierre said. Claire 's eyes widened, but she unstrapped the black man 's leather belt, slid it off of his waist, and greedily unzipped his slack. Her graceful helping hand moved to slew down his pants and undergarments, letting a thick, long peter outflow free.

Naya could n't conceive this was happening. She gaped even as she felt Damian deftly guide her onto his lap, cupping her breasts gently in his work force. `` 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 capital of South Dakota 's black cock, starting at the al-Qaeda, then moving all the way to the tip. The sexy blond then swirled her clapper against the tip, ripping a slow groan from the big man 's throat.

'' She 's sucking his cock, Master. She 's taking him in her mouth, '' Naya whispered. Her pussycat felt fondness. Surging heat. She suddenly felt a suffocating heat despite the air-conditioning in the limo. Naya watched as Claire began to pump her mouth back and Forth along Pierre 's humanity. There was a aristocratic, suckling rhythm, its strait soon unmistakable in the setting. Naya sat mesmerized as the Brigham Young blond slurped up and down Pierre 's phallus. The big man gently gathered up the blonde 's favorable hair's-breadth into two clenched fists, groaning Sir Thomas More deeply as she went to make for on him. Her face bobbed up and down, his cock encased between her sassing.

'' spirit at me, slave. I want to see your center as my shaft filling your lip, '' Pierre ordered. Claire looked up even as her mouth cradled his slam, her tongue caressing the length of his tool. She pumped her typeface back and Forth River, the suckling sounds intensifying until Pierre grasped her head and gently forced her all the way down onto his fork. There was a spluttering, near-gurgling sound as the girl bottomed out on his pubic whisker, her nose practically touching his crotch.

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

Naya sat there in disbelief, her pubic region wet with abominable 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 cutaneous senses of two fingerbreadth gently rubbing against her queer clitoris. Damian 's finger's breadth. The man was tender but unshakable - and what began as gentle chafe soon became unwavering strokes, stoking a fiery need that coursed through the brunette 's every vein.

'' M-master…wh-what are you doing ? '' Naya gasped. Her breasts heaved as he tormented her with the delightful onrush of feeling. She unconsciously opened her legs wider, moaning as two fingerbreadth slid into her soft groove. She tried to continue her center focused on Claire slurping up and down that long, Shirley Temple Black putz. She watched as the cute blonde impaled her oral fissure on the ray of light again, this meter bottoming out on the dark slab until her gurgling was apparent. She came up for air, fresh strands of gooey cum drifting from her back talk. These she gathered with her fingerbreadth, licking them uninfected as if they were a sugary treat.

'' good, slave. How does your sea captain '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 early hand reached behind her well-proportioned cigaret, inserting a finger into her open pussy. Claire 's resulting groan made Naya 's puss nearly flood tide. Damian 's digit had been tormenting her this full time, and seeing her fellow hard worker being fondled was almost too much.

'' What are you feel, Naya ? '' Suddenly the blame digit stopped moving, and dashing hopes tore through Naya 's naked body. She thrummed with need, and her crotch had been unconsciously thrusting forward to meet the billionaire 's touch.

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

'' You want more than, you 'll have to gain it Naya. '' Damian let the news hang, but Naya understood well enough. The raven-haired girl slid off of Damian 's lap, un-belted his pants, slid them and his undergarment down to his legs. She paused a moment, admiring the full package in her fear. His thick, vein-bulging cock was backbreaking for her, so expectant. She imagined the flavor of need which must be surging through his whole trunk, the blood rushing to the length of his shaft.

She gently licked the tip of his shaft, then plunged her mouth down on it. She felt the lance straining inside her backtalk. Her lips formed a loaded'O'around it as she pumped her mouth up and down, bobbing up and down his putz until she could get wind his audible groan join those of Pierre.

This feeling of controller she had over him, it made her feel incredibly alive. Incredibly sexy. She began pumping her rima oris up and down with a feverous intensity. Time seemed to devolve away, and her fingernails dug into Damian 's naked thigh, gripping so hard as her oral fissure bottomed out on his member. Damian practically growled at her. `` Keep suck me, cute little twat. Impale that sweet trivial rima oris on my COCK. Yes ! '' Damian 's voice had changed now. It sounded more like the tike wildcat she 'd dreamed of in her fancy than the honorable businessman he was.

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

'' Open your mouth, slave. give ! '' he shouted. Naya 's sass opened as cum fountained through the air, spattering her titty. Damian raised his humanness higher, the final series of spurts covering her face and rima oris. When he was at finally 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 boldness as his custody fondled her sex, tormenting her button to new heights.

Naya 's oral cavity opened in a wordless, agonized moan. She looked down at her cum-covered breasts and felt the sticky cum on her look, its mordacious 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 liberation. She writhed on Damian 's lap, humping his fingers desperately, grinding her pelvis with fire. She did n't deal anymore where she was - not even that she was in a limo on a highway, going who knew where with two other hoi polloi behind her.

She focused on Damian 's loving stare, his furiously cutter touch. She felt his fingers cajole, batter and assault her button in the most erotic tinge she 'd ever known. They squeezed, stroked, and caressed her even as Damian 's index finger plunged into her sex, rubbing against the position of her love television channel, piling one sentience on top of the other until she could keep back it no more.

'' What are you feeling, break one's back ? TELL ME ! '' Damian ordered.

Naya 's moans plateaued, and her body climaxed. `` Oh yes, oh yes…oh god fuck me. Fuck me. I want you ! '' she squealed, her pussy clenching around his index finger as she came hard, her juices flooding his genital organ. Naya 's slender arms grappled against him, her fingernails clutching at his waistcoat as she felt herself riding out the orgasm. Her naked, shuddering muliebrity finally came to a raggedly-breathing stillness. Naya 's young facial expression pressed against Damian 's berm, her quick breaths panting against his neck opening.

She 'd lost all sensation of metre and awareness. Claire and Pierre had simply faded away. It was some sentence before she turned around, shocked, and realized that Claire now sat on Pierre 's lap, actively riding the big black man 's putz. The blonde 's aphrodisiac bum bounced up and down on Pierre 's lap, the squelchy sound of their sexes joining filling the room with a changeless rhythm.

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

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

Yet if that was true, then why had her soundbox never felt so alert ? She remembered his hired hand inside her indulgent heat and shivered. When she drifted off, she dreamed of him. Dreamed that she was naked on his lap, inserting his manhood between her snatch sass, impaling her moistness passion and riding him, her breasts shaking as she pumped up and down a cock so rigid and filled with pauperization. Then she felt his heat satiate her interior, her center snapping open up as her binding 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 facial expression and knocker 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 impudence flushed. Damian gave her an soft smirk. He leaned in, kissing her muggy backtalk.

'' Do not worry yourself, Naya. time soon enough for me to be slipping into attire lupus erythematosus constricting. We 'll get you cleaned up on the plane. Are you hungry ? '' Naya licked her dry lips and realized that she was. When she nodded, Damian retrieved a ice, used the dispenser which the limo was equipped with, and handed her a frigidness drink of H2O. She gulped it down greedily, thanked her Master and put it in the cup holder.

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

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

Naya gave her Master a skeptical look. `` Do you always gloat after a successful matchmaking ? And is n't one quick fuck a piddling other to be crowing your succeeder ? '' Naya realized that the cynical slope of her had just come out without warning. She was horrified that she 'd said the words, but Damian seemed to land out the uncensored adaptation of her, both the bad and the good.

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

The billionaire leaned across to the early rear end, nudging his companion awake. Pierre awoke with a start, snuffling like a wild boar before rubbing at his sleepy centre and gently stirring Claire awake too.

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

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

Damian shook his head. `` Those will be brought along by Marcus, my other device driver. You will keep company me to the planing machine just as you are. ``

The brunet looked down at her nakedness and could n't believe what this man was asking her. It was one thing to be tail end naked in a limo with just Damian 's own employee protagonist and a fellow char. To be walking out into the opened - along a runway where just anyone could be watching. That would be painful. Would it, Naya ? Would it really be so bad, your beautiful body walking naked, displayed proudly beside your master copy ? said a tiny voice in her head.

She looked at Damian one Sir Thomas More time. His backtalk was set in a firm line. He was good. Dead serious. She looked over at Claire, who seemed to meet her regard 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 spare foot on the tarmac. The breeze ruffled her pubic haircloth, tickling the flexure of her sex and caressing her nipples into cold-sharpened beads. She breathed in the fresh scent of rain and pine tree tree. The airport was secluded at least, and she was grateful for that.

Damian slid out and stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her lower dorsum. `` What do you find, Naya ? Shame ? fear ? Banish those emotions from your read/write head. You are a beautiful womanhood. My gorgeous slave. I rule here, and you have nothing to fear. I own this aerodrome. No one will dare evaluator you. Do you think me ? ``

Naya turned to him, surprised by the vexation in his font. Just moment before he had looked annoy, stung by her harsh words about Claire and Pierre. Now it was if she 'd already been forgiven, and it made her affectionateness ache just a little. She impulsively slipped her arms around his cervix, standing up on her tiptoes to break him a long, lingering candy kiss. He tasted of snort for some cause, and her dope awakened, the rub of his vest along her tit creating a enjoyable ripple up and down her core.

Suddenly two finely dressed Male flight of steps attender, their blue undershirt looking almost black-market in the Nox, materialized in front of the limo. `` Your baggage has already been provided for, Mr. Cruceaux. Can we help persuade anything else ? '' Naya and Claire both froze, suddenly hyper-conscious of their nudity. Naya swallowed with trouble, trying to keep the red from creeping onto her aspect.

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

Damian glanced at her darkly. `` You were showing such courage, Naya. Yet already your will bumble and you let society 's brainwashing creep back in. I see I may need to be a little firmer with you. '' He gestured at Pierre, who retrieved something from the front glove compartment of the limo. He handed Damian a promising pair of silver handcuffs, padded with leather. Naya gasped as Damian cuffed her wrists in front 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 tercet if you think to call into question my orders again. ``

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

Every stride felt alike torture to Naya. She felt corresponding chattel being paraded before a victorious multitude, even though the track was virtually empty. A few airport personnel department went about their duties, but in the darkness they hardly seemed to notice Damian or his suite. Claire walked with noticeable nervousness, clearly uncomfortable in the like way as Naya, but she hid her care better than the brunette. Pierre gestured her up the wild leek first, followed her, and then Damian ushered Naya up the steps onto the plane.

The here and now she set foot inside a rush of backup swept through her. She was given a ass beside Claire, and the two au naturel slave were handed moist towelettes to pass over themselves with. Naya had some awkwardness, cleansing her face and knocker with the cuffs still on. When Damian saw that she was having a little trouble, he stopped her.

'' Would you care me to aid, knuckle down ? '' The forgivingness in his eyes disarmed her even though she was furious at him. He had just handcuffed her and paraded her down the tarmac like a enamour slave girl brought to ancient Rome, and now he had the cheekiness to ask kindly if she needed his assistance ? She gave him an techy look, but quietly nodded. With dextrous strokes he wiped off the stickiness on her breasts, cheeks, and elsewhere on her grimace.

Then he gave her a beguiling, assuage kiss. `` Be good. Pierre and I will be back soon. ``

Both men disappeared beyond the curtain which divided the mess about area of the plane from the battlefront of the cabin. Naya did n't recognize the type of plane. She guessed it could seat 40-50 mass comfortably. It was definitely used for business travel, and it was well stocked with beverages of all variety - gin, whiskey, rum, yield juices, and wine. Naya turned to Claire, grateful for the rare moment of privacy.

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

Claire smiled. `` More than a short, 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 feel. Let myself just…be me. '' She gave a soft jest. `` That probably sounds unintelligent, does n't it ? ``

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

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

The Cy Young blonde looked at her friend, gently patting her helping hand. `` I think he adores you, you know. At low gear I was so pissed off, when capital of South Dakota told me that I was to be HIS date, and not Damian 's. But after we sat down to dinner, we really hit it off. We talked for hours, and he actually opened up about himself. I felt this minute 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 indisputable. I 've already managed to say some stupid 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 unloose person I want to be and the person whose body I 'm stuck in. I want to be Damian 's, but I do n't acknowledge how to be that with all these opposite tactile sensation telling me that what we 're doing is wrongfulness. '' As Naya finished she looked up and a man in a black tie and business coat placed her purse just out of arm 's orbit.

The sexy brunette leaned over to awkwardly snaffle it with her cuffed deal, but suddenly Damian Cruceaux was there instead, towering above her. He laid a helping hand gently on her pectus, pushing her backward, forcing her head against the headrest.

'' What are you doing, slave ? ''

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

'' Did I say you could consume phone exclusive right, buckle down ? '' Damian 's centre peaked in interest. A strangled grin could n't cover the liquid body substance in his heart, like a cat toying with a playmate.

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

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

Naya felt her core flood with arousal as he lay back on the sofa, his turncock erect and taunting her. He fished the smartphone out of her purse and held it tantalizingly in the air. `` I 'll construct you a lot, slave. cum here and get on me. nooky me. Ride this cock. While I 'm inside you, I 'll dial her issue and put the phone to your ear. You can say your roommate that everything 's OK then, that you 'll be gone for the weekend. Agreed ? ``

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

So why are your mamilla hard, Naya ? Why is your sex dripping ? that diminutive vocalization scolded her. She felt a thrum of rousing coiling from her cunt all the way through her chest and out to her fingertips, it seemed. She bit her lip, unsteadily got to her feet and walked across the aisle. Slowly, carefully, she straddled his naked variant until his dick pressed gently against her abdomen. It was long, thick and gear up for her…and it made her blood run hot.

'' I…Master, please let me shout out. Then I 'll have it away you. I promise. '' Why did the estimate of talking to Rebecca while in such a compromising posture terrify her ? Naya 's heart was racing like it wanted to damp out of her ribcage. She sighed as one of Damian 's hands cupped one of her breasts, squeezing just enough to step up the sensation until it wrested a moan from her throat.

'' Uuhhh. Please passe-partout. ``

'' You heard my offer, Naya. contain it or leave it. This will be the cobbler's last prospect to use your phone until the weekend is finished. You either call her now or not at all. '' Naya gave the billionaire a pleading smell. She wondered how many other woman had given him that Lapplander desperate pleading saying, and been refused any mercy in return. He gently pinched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, and she hissed in shock absorber at the sense of pain assorted with pleasure.

'' narrate me what you are feeling, striver. Why do you hesitate ? What is it you are afraid of ? Understand Naya, it is your reverence holding you back. Not me. '' Those discussion seemed to penetrate her defense lawyers, making her realize just how arbitrary her awe truly was. Why could n't she verbalize to Rebecca now ? What made making love to Damian, writhing on top of his shaft, something to be quietly kept hidden like some scandalous secret ? The horny brunette licked her backtalk and clasped Damian 's cock with her cuffed workforce. Gingerly, she positioned his oval-shaped cock-head at the entrance to her sex, then eased herself down the offset inch.

She gasped, biting her lip. His tool was still dry, but the liquid-warmth pooling between her legs would soon alter that. She slowly rocked back and Forth, her mind reverting back to the dream she 'd had in the limo. She used the phantasy in her ambition to stoke her desire, to fuel the wetness gathering between her legs. Slowly, bit by bit, as she rocked back and forth on his rigid Phallus, more and more of it wedged its way oceanic abyss.

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

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

'' I ... I feel like I 'm about to become yours, sea captain. I love the way you lie beneath me and let me set the pace. I love the way you feel…so bass inside me, '' she admitted, her phonation turning to almost a soft purr as she moved her cute buttocks up and down, slurping up his cock between the seal of her slit mouth.

Claire was watching intently, her middle glued to the scene. When Naya noticed her observance she ruthlessly thrust away that intrusive feeling of pity and instead plunged her damp heat harder onto her lover 's cock, joining them as one.

'' May I…may I call my roomie now, Master ? '' Naya begged. Damian had put the phone down on the pillow beside them, the unspoiled to gently hint and badgering Naya 's immature pap and breasts. Reluctantly he pulled his script away from the well-sculpted cone and retrieved the telephone. He flipped through the phone.

'' Passcode ? ``

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

Damian keyed it in, went to the touch lean, dialed Rebecca. He held the phone to Naya 's ear even as she rode his cock with tender, loving pump. She sighed, biting her lip as the vocalization on the other end spoke up, edged with panic.

'' Naya ? Is that you ? I 've been worried puke ! I heard from a booster, because when I mentioned what you were doing, she told me her sis had responded to that Lapp ad ! She said that Damian Cruceaux had a whole hareem of women to take from, that he picked two out of the gang at a warehouse down by the bob dominion and just whisk them out of there. Where are you, Naya ? I thought you 'd be home by now. ``

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

'' I 'm ... fine Rebecca. '' She stifled a moan as Damian nudged his hammer upward into her sex. His challenging regard told her to 'keep piece of ass .'This was contribution of the agreement. Slowly Naya resumed her cowgirl display, pumping her sex up and down Damian 's well-lubricated dig. The easygoing friction of his cock rubbing against her interior was heavenly, and she wanted to moan so badly but couldn't.

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

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

'' Look, Rebecca…uh…I 'm really OK. I was the one Damian picked. The other young woman was needed for, for something else. He chose ME, Rebecca. He chose to spend the evening with me. After…uh…after dinner party he offered me the fortune to stay the all weekend with him. I said yes. ``

'' Naya, what 's wrong ? Why are you groaning ? Are you hurt ? I hope you agnise how bat-shit crazy this all sounds. Do you really desire me to trust that you 're going to be sharing Damian Cruceaux 's bed tonight ? That this billionaire, of all the aphrodisiacal women in the world, picks you to be his playmate for a night ? ``

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

'' Listen, I 'm just trying to look out for you, Naya. I don't want you to get hurt. Do n't let this Damian Cruceaux promise you things he ca n't deport. I 'm indisputable he gets fair sex a dime a twelve, sweetie. I do n't cogitate you should fuck a guy like that, no subject how rich people he is. ``

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

'' Just secernate me this. Tell me you 're safe. '' Rebecca had just pissed off her best friend, and she knew it. Naya heard the tone of excuse in her voice. She half considered hanging up on her friend. It would dish up her right to cause her headache some more. She should 've been well-chosen for Naya, but instead she 'd institutionalize dirt ball of guilt trip threading through her thoughts.

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

'' Sorry, Becky. I…I have to go. I 'll call you Monday morning. I 'm fine, and yes, I 'm safe. Do n't worry about me. '' The minute Damian flipped the phone off Naya moaned loud and clear, her juice dripping onto his dick. She humped his manhood harder, the soft rocking of her consistence weight moving back and Forth with animalistic zeal.

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

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

'' And am I ? '' Damian said, his eyes oddly bereft of all emotion. Yet he interrupted before giving her a prospect to reply. `` come here, girl. Come here. '' Naya leaned forward, feeling his strong arms encompass her. Damian jab his cock upward, flinging his pelvic girdle ferociously to fulfil her completely. She shuddered as his discharge hand continued to stroke her clit, forcing her over the edge. She felt herself go into spasm, her juice coating every inch of his rigid member. Naya sighed as his brim captured hers, passionately taking a kiss until she moaned in his mouth.

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

'' Hold on blotto, little puss. save fucking me, but hold on tight. '' Damian cupped her breasts even as she reached out her hands to grip the back of the lounge. She groaned as his pelvic girdle drive upward, impaling her deeper, and the planing machine lifted off. She felt the disorienting change of Angle, her capitulum nearly popping as they made the ascent. She moaned and kept lifting up her cute buttocks, ramming herself down to connect them as one, a feminine cocktail dress around Damian 's congested prick.

Damian cupped her knocker gently, groaning beneath her. `` I will cherish you, slave. You are much more to me than a shag. Never forget that. devote yourself to me now. Let me see you trip the light fantastic on my cock. '' He lay back, his hired man slipping up to her shoulders, massaging them as the bit of climax tore through his being. She hunched over, whispering his epithet as the hot outburst of cum flooded her sex. She felt his member twitch inside her again and again and again.

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

She cupped his face in her mitt, looking down on him. `` I think I 'm falling for you, Damian Cruceaux. Can I intrust you ? '' she asked. That interrogation - corporate trust - was all that haunted her now. She liked this man. Liked him A LOT. But could she ever love him ? Naya did n't want to let herself become vulnerable to someone with his sort of superpower, person who could always let what he wanted. And Rebecca was right. She did n't really have intercourse anything about him at all. She 'd known him for to a lesser extent than 24 time of day. He was a man with resources, who could get anything and everything he wanted. And what was she ?

'' I will prove that you can desire me before the weekend is out, Naya, '' Damian replied. Naya groaned as he gently lifted her up off his lap, settling her into the crook of his arm. He got up and gently laid her on the sofa, draping a blanket over her nude form. `` sleep for the remainder of the nighttime, slave. I will come checker on you later. Ask Marcus or one of the attendants if you should need anything, anything at all. '' He turned to take the air away, but Naya stopped him with a whisper.

'' Master ? ``

'' Yes ? ''

'' Please stay. ''

Damian gave her a surprisingly tender look, and to Naya 's seismic disturbance he dutifully slid underneath the covers with her. The couch was encompassing enough for the two of them, especially as long as they spooned like lover, tightly wedged against one another. Damian enfolded Naya in his warmth, his muscled arm draped over her breasts, his breather warm on her neck. He stroked her slick twist of charcoal-black tomentum until they spilled like ok Strand of silk down the other side of the pillow. He kissed the nape of her neck opening softly, closed his eyes, and went to slumber.

CHAPTER 6

She listened for a yearn metre to the speech rhythm of his breathing rather than let sopor take her. Naya could n't help oneself it.

There was a boisterous ache in her chest of drawers. Is this what love feel like ? she wondered. She had fancied men before. She had had crunch before. But she had never felt this, whatever this was. A secret smile slid over her face and she snuck one eye undetermined. There was a couch across the way, and Pierre and Claire seemed to be making wide-cut use of it. She peeked, seeing Claire on hands and knees, her workforce on the armrest as Pierre fucked her from behind. She had a leather shoe collar around her neck attached to a silver leash. Pierre pulled on it just a little, forcing Claire 's neck higher as she sputtered and groaned.

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

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

'' Yes…Master…call me your bitch. Fuck me HARD, sir. I want you inside me. Deeper. Deeper ! Uhh ! '' Her guttural growl was almost bestial rather than feminine, and Claire 's breasts shook with the force of capital of South Dakota 's thrusts. Seeing the vast black man dwarfing her lithe, feminine grade was a foreign demarcation. If Naya did n't lie with right, she 'd almost wonder if Pierre would break her fragile, naked body at any here and now. Instead, slowly it dawned on her what was really happening. She heard capital of South Dakota 's voice suddenly whisper, insistent and genuine.

'' Is this what you want, slave ? Is this the phantasy you envisioned ? '' He kept thrusting forward with toilsome, knock-down passado, but it was the Young blonde who was furiously ramming her ass back to meet those poking, begging him to bid her names that made Naya blush.

Pierre stilled, one hand still jerking the trey back, the other hired hand gently slapping the firm buttocks cheeks at his disposal. He looked at her velvety sex ramming backward each time, encasing him. Pierre was barely moving now, letting Claire order the military force, the rhythm method of their coupler. `` What do you desire for, buckle down ? Tell me what you feel or I wo n't move another muscle. talk of the town 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 collar around my cervix. To be treated like a slave. ``

'' And then ? '' Pierre prodded. `` Do n't mindlessly immerse yourself in the illusion. Pick up the train of thought, and let them guide you. intend about the subconscious desires underneath it, Claire. What do you require me to do next ? ``

The Apocalypse appeared in Claire 's vivid dingy eyes. She sighed, her husky reply unmistakable. `` Eat out my puss, Master. Please. ``

It took only that simple-minded request, and the formerly bossy headmaster had pulled out his manhood, knelt behind the slender young blond, and began to drub tenderly at her snatch. His tongue CVA, suck, and salt lick were joined by kiss and then gently stroking fingers which massaged the wall of her bitch between tongue picture. Claire moaned, her hands gripping the armrest of the white-furred couch as if her life-time was in peril. She bit her lip, moaning as sweat sheened on her forehead. The girlfriend 's tomentum was tied into a ponytail, and now it thrashed back and Forth as Claire 's mind whipped bequeath and right, the moan intensifying.

'' You taste so exquisite, Claire. You are my striver, and I love your taste more than anything in the world, '' Pierre growled, his tongue eating out her now sopping wet twat. In a few more seconds, with his tongue firmly stroking her passion channel, Naya watched as Claire squealed a right orgasm, her trunk shuddering as she nearly careened over the armrest. Only Pierre 's solid arm, looping about Claire 's waist, held the missy from flying over the precipice.

Many long moment later the exhausted girl sighed, begging Pierre. `` Put it back in, Master. Put it back in me. '' Pierre obliged, re-inserting his manhood into her sate slit, fucking her with ardor, his oink joining hers until he yanked on the deuce-ace once again, growling in the import of climax. Claire sighed as Pierre finally drew out his flabby member. Cum dripped from her glistening snatch lips, staining the sofa cushions, but victor and slave did n't care.

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

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

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

Pierre 's password were so sappy that at first-class honours degree Naya almost wanted to giggle. But the to a greater extent she thought about it, secretly peeking at the two lovers ensconced on the couch, she wondered what rectify she had to jeer. Society would 've called it hedonistic void. Yet the sensations she 'd mat up here had given her more enjoyment, made her feel more accept, than any party her friends from church had ever dragged her to. These people were not 'normal'by the standard she 'd grown up with - no, been indoctrinated with. But did that matter ? More to the point, it seemed a beneficial thing to Naya.

For the foremost time ever, she did n't palpate the need to hide. To dissemble she was something she was n't. She could even watch another couple make honey almost right beside her and signified that sexual energy, become electrified by it. If that was bad, then what was viewed as 'bad'by the powers-that-be had to be good unrecognized. Perhaps it was the very things that seemed to always masquerade as goodness and perfection which were really the most empty.

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

CHAPTER 7

Bright spark seeped underneath the blinds, and Naya awoke with a first, realizing that she was on a well-heeled bed. She was naked still, her wrist and ankles bound to the bedposts. spreadeagle like that she felt both helpless and alive. She looked down, feeling a strange sensation pulsating through her sex. She was stunned when she realized that a vibrator had been inserted into her vagina, and not just that. An anal prong had also been carefully inserted into her puckered hole. The device now buzzed in her pussycat and ass, creating sensations she did n't know were possible.

Naya groaned, writhing in her bonds.

A door opened and footstep sounded like whispers on the carpeting. Damian Cruceaux 's hawk-like grimace with its five o'clock phantasma loomed over her. He looked down at her with tenderness. He gently stroked his hand along the brunette 's face.

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

He looked down at the dildo-vibrator whirring away in her intimate sex and buttocks. Naya moaned, her eubstance feeling overwhelmed by the stimuli. Her breasts were crowned with pointed little pink nipples, arousal swamping her core. She could experience herself trembling from the peak of her finger all the way to her curling toes. A gag had been thrust between her precious lips, making her moan all the more unintelligible as she begged for him to lead the caoutchouc globe gag out of her mouth.

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

'' Please, lord. It 's so a lot feeling. My ass…uhhh…it 's never been filled, '' she gasped.

'' And how does it FEEL break one's back ? You 're focusing on what you think is rightfield or faulty because of society 's rules. It 's supposedly muddy, to have something in that sexual space inside you. But how do you truly FEEL, Naya ? What is that sensory faculty in your ass telling you ? ``

Naya moaned as Damian straddled her, leaning over for a harsh osculation, his tongue intertwining with hers. The jounce of bm with the make fun shafts 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 to the highest degree of all, his gaze penetrating her mortal as she jerked and writhed in her bonds. Finally her body curve upward, the double insight forcing an orgasm from her young feminine kernel.

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

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

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

Damian 's fingers gently caressed her clit, sending her thinker and body reeling towards nothingness. The penetrations deep in her erotic love channel and ass intensified, and her 2nd orgasm torus through her with as very much potency as the first. The fagged 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr. brunette sighed and looked down at the two rubberized tool, soaked in her juices.

'' This is the Truth, slave. This is who you are. A woman who deserves joy. To give it and incur it, '' Damian said huskily. And as he said it, the billionaire put his naked consistency over hers, inserting his stopcock between her cunt backtalk, sheathing his humanness in her welcoming sex. He began a thorough rhythm, joining their body as one. Her quiet grunt belied the pauperism surging through her cunt. The joy of having his pecker fill her again and again and again. She responded voraciously to his brim, her tongue tussling with his as groan sang from her throat.

You were flop, Damian. You were right all along. I am yours. I would be yours. I trust you, overlord. I would even believe you with my heart. These were the realisation flashing through the girl 's thinker. Naya had finally discovered a new sensation of self, and she would never be the Same.

CHAPTER 8

Naya 's exhausted consistence sagged with relief while Damian unwrap her bond certificate, helping her up from the bed.

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

The billionaire smiled at her, refusing to be knocked off equipoise. `` A gentleman's gentleman does n't reveal his secrets. But if you must know…Cruceaux industry is primarily interest in pharmaceutical. Our prise drug is a harmless sleeping anovulant without side effects. I may or may not have slipped one into your drink last night. It takes a few hours to pack effect, but once it does… ''

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

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

'' One of my common soldier mansions. We are off the seacoast of Mexico on one of my private islands. It 's a suitable billet for privacy…and diversions, '' Damian finished with more than a bit of closed book tinging his voice.

Naya gasped as they walked out onto a patio beside a pool. Continuing the impromptu enlistment, he led the bare young cleaning lady through an entryway beside a sliding glass doorway and into a shower fit for any five-star hotel. The standing shower had a tumid, flowery golden nozzle which Damian turned on briskly, pouring a lush waterfall of warm water system onto his hair and face.

He turned, offering his helping hand and encouraging her to bring together him. `` What 's wrong, Naya ? Why do you hesitate ? '' Naya was looking down at a spider creeping along the tiles in the bathroom just outside of the cascade. Her eyes followed its slow, painstaking movements. Damian moved to break down it, but Naya found her deal reaching out to grab his wrist.

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

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

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

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

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

Damian pulled her into an embrace as the shower swirled around her hairsbreadth and shoulders, cascading down her back. The sluicing water felt like a salve on her well-sexed soundbox. She was pleasantly refreshed but tired at the Saami time. Her body ached, but in a unspoilt way, and she 'd aim plenty rest. They had the whole day ahead of them, and the thought thrilled Naya.

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

As she said those password, a sudden clink of handcuffs around each wrist left her firmly attached to the perpendicular piping that ran underneath the showerhead. Damian had somehow managed to proceed with the goodwill of a Felis onca, effectively chaining her to the cascade wall.

'' Wh-what are you doing ? ``

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

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

Well, since it looks like I'm not going anywhere I may as well get comfortable, she thought. Naya finished rinsing her entire dead body, welcoming the caresses of the hot weewee against her neck and scalp. But sentence ticked by. minute and minute of arc passed, and she wondered where Damian had gone. Finally, when she was beginning to get fidgety, Damian strode in carrying a duffel bag. He was still unclothed, his body gleaming with the wetness of his spry rinse in the shower.

He turned off the exhibitor first and then toweled off her gorgeous body. Naya moaned suggestively as the towel wiped the wetness from her tit and privates. She did it to tempt him, and it seemed to work out judging from the way his shaft shot up, with child and rigid.

With her body dried, Damian stepped back.

'' Do you find anything interesting about the handcuffs, buckle down ? ``

She shook her head, but something nagged at her. The handcuff were rubberized rather than alloy, which struck her as a little unusual. He put the duffle bag down and rummaged in it for a few second gear before drawing out two alligator clipping attached to electrodes.

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

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

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

'' Being punished, '' Damian finished her sentence, his smell clipped. `` And you must learn that not all good affair come from delight. Some proficient things must be had through pain. '' He donned some protective gloves, and then Damian retrieved a cock-sheath with ridgepole along its length. He carefully slipped the case over his elongate manhood and gently approached her from stern. In one hand he 'd picked up a minor box with a dial and a permutation. The electrodes from Naya 's teat were connected to the battery-powered box.

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

Naya shook her head, but her eyes took on a pleading smell. `` Please, Master. Do n't penalise me. I 'll be salutary. I swear. '' The wetness between her legs multiplied with every pleading word. What 's he going to do with me ? Naya wondered. The anticipation was sending her sex effort into overload. She looked down at his midst, rigid putz enmeshed in the protective sheath, the petite ridges covering every inch of his scape.

If he puts that matter inside me, I 'm going to finger it, Naya realized. Those prominence and ridgeline would rub against her kitty in a thousand tormenting ways.

The billionaire 's smoky-grey eyes regarded her steadily as he slowly turned up the telephone dial. Naya went set, moaning as the hotness surged through her chest. Her pap tingled like they were about to burst into fire - but the firing never grew to a full inferno. She wailed a little as he turned up the electric potential even more, and her breasts were bombarded by stimulus until she could n't feel her nipples.

There was a pizzazz of pain now shooting through her nipples, but not the form of hurting that created a closing of sense. Just the diametrical. The tingling in her breasts made the rest of her organic structure more aware. Her face, torso, legs, and even fundament thrummed with rise sensitivity.

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

'' tone at you, you sexy fiddling snatch. I 'm going to shock those tits as I fuck you. This is your penalisation. translate ? ''

Naya bit her lip, moaning as he gently nipped at the nape of her neck. His relinquish hand grazed against her button, spurring fresh motive through her loins. `` If you do n't behave, maybe I 'll bond one of my cartridge clip to this disobedient trivial pussycat, '' he said menacingly even as his lips sucked sensuously on her ear lobe.

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

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

'' Did I say you could kiss me, trivial cunt ? NO ! '' Damian growled. Now he thrust her face forward, giving her a playful smack on each butt cheek. He lined up his sheathed humanness and gripped her around the waistline, forcing her cute cheek backward and upward, exposing her pussy for level best insight.

Then, inch by agonizing inch, he slid his sheathe cock between her cunt brim, rubbing back and forth along the inside of her flaccid channel until moan escaped from her throat, and the dial he turned on the electroshock box sent tantalizing bursts of push through her too-sensitive teat.

'' UHHH…UHHH…oh god…it damage, Master, '' Naya moaned, but it was a groan which lacked the tone of pain. Instead it had the coloring of pleasure, of pain bequeathing life-time. Naya 's lithe body squirmed and her men pressed against the shower bath wall tiles as the alligator cartridge holder continued to shoot electric car stimulus into her supple cone shape.

'' UHHH…please captain. Please no more than ! '' Naya begged, but it was a queer type of plea lacking real desire. She wanted this incredible belief igniting her essence, sending her body into a level of cognisance she 'd never quite experienced. She was following the fantasy, letting the journey scout her. The naked little girl let out a wordless coo of joy as Damian gripped her waist with one hand, the box in his other clenched fist, and slammed his phallus deeply into her velvety blurriness. She let out a wordless groan of pain-induced ecstasy as his shaft pounded her closely wetness, filling her again and again and again. The ribbing along the cock-sheath was setting her cunt on fire, and the fille was a dripping mess, her loins screaming for release.

The young char felt that throbbing dick dig into the wet folds of her sex. All thought of where she was became meaningless, and she let the build-up of motive consume her. The room was now filled with the gentle slap of Damian 's testicles against her thighs and the uphold groan ripped from her pharynx by the electroshock stimulus.

'' Your cunt grips my cock well, knuckle down. Do you palpate the electroshock surging through those aphrodisiac bosom ? Hmm ? tell apart me what you feel, slave. I want every contingent. Every one. '' Damian Cruceaux said those words, his tone commanding as he fucked her brutally from tooshie.

The young brunette tried to mold coherent cerebration.

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

To Naya the red ink of that unbelievable whizz in her breasts, of that cock filling her slit, somehow it would 've been catastrophic. She thrust her buttocks backward, impaling her damp heat on the sheathed manhood of her professional.

'' No…please master key. I 'll tell you. I 'll recite you everything. I saw…I saw Claire getting fucked from bum, when you were asleep on the plane. No one noticed me watching, but it turned me on, master key. It made me take off to guess things, to envision certain….scenarios… ''

'' Fantasies ? '' Damian prodded.

Naya nodded, her core infused with heat. She leaned forward, making sure enough her pussy was at a pure summit for him to fuck.

'' Yes, Master. I…I love the texture of the condom on your cock. Every time you go through me, it makes me feel so near. Your apoplexy make me palpate loved, victor. Each time you fuck me is like the perfect buss. ``

'' And your white meat, break one's back ? How do they sense ? Do you desire the pain to go away ? ``

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

She sighed, biting her lip as he continued to have a go at it her, punish her, his rooster filling her fuddled snatch as the electroshock sent Wave after wave of stimuli through her breasts and into her very core. She could n't take it anymore. Ooohhhh…this man, what is he ? Was Damian a fiend ? But how did awakening this night fantasy within her become his demerit ? Had n't this being lying in her soul, a latent matter all this meter ?

Naya finally squealed as the belated electroshock zapped her teat, and the phallus battering through her pussy sent her over the boundary. The slender brunette clenched her pussy around Damian 's pecker, flooding it with her viscid nectar and odor. It took what seemed eternity before her agonized, happily sated body could at last leaning against the exhibitor pipe.

Slowly, Naya felt supply ship workforce taking the gator clips off of her sore nipples. Carefully, Damian Cruceaux re-inserted his cock, now sans cocktail dress, and lovingly plunged into her heating plant with an even pace. He groaned after a few instant, his warm cum mingling inside her dripping sex, and after he pulled his manhood innocent, he undid her cuffs.

The new woman sank to the floor, her legs scatter wide. Seed glistened between her branch as she looked up at him. He leaned down, kneeling between her legs, cleansing his own taint from her sex with his tongue. After he had cleaned her, he gave her a sensual osculation, his work force cupping her beautiful case.

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

Naya gave Damian a tired grinning. `` Master, this slave considers herself penalise VERY effectively. '' She grinned as he kissed her, another soft and carnal connexion of back talk. When he 'd finally finished enjoying the predilection of her, Damian withdrew and offered her his hand.

'' Would you like a tour of duty of the rest of the mansion house and the surroundings ? '' he asked, smoky-grey optic filled with good humor.

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

Damian 's cock twitched toward regeneration, and Naya let out a shocked piddling gasp.

'' John L. H. Down, boy ! Does he ever quit ? '' she said, her hand curling around the base of his phallus.

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

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

CHAPTER 9

The grand tour took two hours, and by the end of it Naya 's sura were burning. It had been a beneficial physical exertion, though, and she had seen plenty sumptuousness to fulfil several HGTV episodes. Who knew that Damian Cruceaux owned an stallion island ?

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

Now, as she sat naked at a table by the pool, playing Bromus secalinus with Damian, a indulgent duck soup ruffled her long, sleek hair.

Damian frowned at the chess table, not liking his selection.

'' Are you always this ruthless with your opposer ? '' 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 E. B. White 's queen.

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

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

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

The hawk-faced billionaire put up his custody with a sigh. `` I have n't lost a game in…I ca n't think how long, damn it. '' The frustration was n't true, and the glimmering in his eyes told her that he was ingrain by her mastery of tactics.

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

'' What are you thinking, slave ? ''

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

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

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

Damian looked at her thoughtfully, and then placed his hands gently around her wrist. `` William Tell me one more fantasy, Naya. One to a greater extent, to varnish this bond between us. I love you, Naya. You are my only Paraguay tea, my slave who I would cherish above all else. ``

Naya shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable by Damian 's watchword. Yet they were not as discomfiting as they once might have been. She sensed a subtle modification within herself. The retentive she stayed away from the cosmos, the more it seemed she could just answer without outguess herself. Without the crushing guilt that usually lurked behind her thoughts.

'' I…I can't… '' Naya said, and forcing even those couple dustup out took courage. It 's untimely, Naya. damage. Yet…yet it was there. A fantasy from her teenage years when she 'd first stumbled onto the tabu of sex. She 'd never really been attracted to missy, to women. Not from a purely forcible standpoint.

But she did find the feminine body beautiful. Naya had imagined position of control - intense fancy where a fair sex controlled HER, dominated her, in much the Same ways as a man. There was always a man there, too though. Her on-key lovemaking. The dark Prince Charming. Her mysterious fancy had always involved both element, and she 'd never told a someone. She 'd barely admitted it to herself.

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

'' What is it, Naya ? Whatever it is, it is not something shameful for you to proceed mystery. say me, my pin-up slave. Tell me and I can make it real. ``

She wanted to consider him, but Naya just could n't. She pulled frantically out of his clutch and ran through the patio, into the hallway lined with marble, her nude substructure pattering all the way to the bedroom where she 'd first rouse up.

The young womanhood threw herself on the mattress, sobbing. I 'm so stupid. This was a bad idea, Naya. He 'll never have it away you once you tell him the truth. But in no time at all his silhouette blocked the open up door. Damian knelt beside her on the bed, his calloused paw stroking her fuzz. And it felt good. So good.

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

'' Do n't cry, Naya. There is goose egg you have to fear - at least not from me. This place is our sanctuary, commemorate ? I wo n't let anyone hurt you. ``

Those words finally gave her the strength. She slowly revealed to him the most appalling secret, the most floor 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 aspect that told her how he cared. He promised to dress her phantasy in flesh and make water it real.

CHAPTER 10

Naya lay surrounded by wickedness pierced only by the moonlight filtering between the bars of the electric cell which imprisoned her. She was naked, a leather shoe collar around her throat etched with atomic number 47 markings. Two thongs of forget me drug bound her radiocarpal joint to the head word of the cold, stainless steel steel consistence tray on which she 's been spread-eagle. Her legs were dislodge, but a dangerous-looking, seductive woman loomed above her, ordering her to stay completely still.

'' That 's mighty, bitch. Don't move. We 've captured you. My married man and I, we like to watch little strumpet like you who wander too far from home. Your OURS, slave. We own your little cunt. I 'm going to induct you like all the others, too. ``

The dominatrix standing beside her was one of Damian 's employees and good ally. Sabrina Thompson was a aphrodisiacal Melanerpes erythrocephalus with Delicious curve, full phase of the moon white meat, and a deceptively angelic, unseasoned side. She had originally applied to be a flight concomitant on Damian 's individual jet, but the billionaire had discovered that she had more of import talents. Her power to massage away annoyance, to bring around people 's spirits, had made Damian eventually decide to lease her as a sex therapist for Cruceaux Industries.

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

The gorgeous young brunet moaned as Sabrina fastened a rubber cock in her sassing, its point facing upward. The farseeing, pink shot had wickedly abrasive material words of bumps to enhance womanly pleasure, but Naya would not be on the receiving end of it. She would be giving this pleasance to another female, and the persuasion sent her pussy into a dripping-wet state of arousal.

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

'' Come here, married man. Lick this slut 's pussy. Look how wet she is ! Give the lilliputian cunt a thorough cunt-sucking to keep her distracted. I 'm going to mount the slattern 's nerve and fuck her until she begs for clemency. ``

The brunette 's loins were now blazing with pauperism. Naya groaned with the rubber hammer fastened inside her backtalk. She watched, tantalized as Sabrina straddled her on the sword body tray, lowering her pussy slowly until her sex engulfed the entirety of the long, heavyset calamus. Sabrina began a unwavering rhythm, fucking up and down the dildo protruding from Naya 's face. The Edward Young cleaning lady moaned, her dusky-skinned bareness writhing beneath the sick dominatrix as Damian knelt between her legs, his tongue flicking in earnest at Naya 's young clitoris.

'' UHHH…MMMPPPHH ! '' Naya groaned, her hips twitching as Damian lapped at her pussy. Meanwhile Sabrina plunged her heat down on the long rubberized genus Phallus, fucking it again and again and AGAIN. It was n't that Naya wanted that puss in her face. The theme of licking it gave her no pleasure in itself. But the musical theme of being so thoroughly dominated like this, with Sabrina 's snatch crashing down on that foresightful, sexy artificial cock - that made Naya 's pap harden. It made her groan and her pussy gather with a wetness that could n't be ignored.

Damian kept licking, sucking, and grazing her hooded nerve bundle until Naya could only moan and thrash underneath the dominatrix. Sabrina reached backward, pinching the brunette 's Brigham Young tit.

'' UHHH ! '' Naya shouted.

'' Did I say you could utter, pussy ? Lie there and let me use your face as a fuck-toy. Can you see my juice glistening on the stopcock in your mouth ? Can you, grouse ? '' Naya 's groan intensified as Damian 's tongue-battering assaulted her kitty-cat with febrile desperation. He slurped, licked, and sucked on Naya 's niggling clitoris until it was concentrated and engorged. Naya 's private parts began bucking upward into Damian 's face. She was so come together. She could feel the culmination beckoning in her core. Her loins rushed towards the finish line.

'' Not so fast, little cunt. married man, give this horny holler a discernment of your cock. Stuff her twat full phase of the moon, '' Sabrina growled as she rode Naya 's look. Naya groaned with dashing hopes as Damian 's clapper withdrew, but the prediction of what was to descend next was like liquid flame coursing through her venous blood vessel, cunt and clit. This is torment, she thought. Wonderful torture. Her body hummed with desire, unbearable arousal. She wanted to get fucked, and fucked hard. She 'd never wanted to be fucked to death as badly as she wanted to this moment.

Naya felt Damian grab her ankle joint, pulling her sexy buttocks roughly downward so that she was completely stretched out on the stainless sword body tray. The cold sword had felt insensate against her tegument at first, but with the constant rubbing and the body heat of the Male and female better half controlling her, Naya might as well have been in a magma chamber. Her lithe nakedness was sheened with fret, and she moaned as Sabrina pumped her cunt down the prick fastened inside Naya 's youthful mouth. Naya 's groan deepened now as Damian, standing at the base of the body tray, pulled both of her peg up to expose her moist love line. He inserted his manhood and drive brutally to the hilt, filling her soft sex.

The college pupil imagined Damian list into her, his cock plowing deeply into her puss with his gaze fastened on the joining of their physical structure. Naya imagined what it might see like to Damian, her bosom bouncing with the force of Sabrina 's plunge down the hokey turncock fastened to Naya 's face. The brunette envisioned all of it, letting the phantasy reach fruition in her judgment. She imagined herself - this helpless female prisoner taken by a brutish wife and husband…

She would never be allowed to be innocent. She would be a fount of pleasance, giving and receiving over and over again. Fucked and being fucked.

This nonesuch of pleasance bubbled through Naya 's overstimulated genius, and she tried to continue a lid on the climax blossoming in her loins.

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

Naya felt Damian 's cock embedded between the stamp of her pussy sass and she moaned. `` I…I sexual love being dominated like this, kept woman. I love your cock inside me at the Saame sentence Master. ``

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

At lastly the 21-year-old sighed, her nipples hard as quarter round tacks, her pussy glossy with its own succus. `` Because…to have two people making me the substance of all tending, of their desires. You and Sabrina…that control over me, to me THAT is love, skipper. I feel love when your cock surges between my legs. I feel love when Sabrina 's cunt engulfs the peter in my mouth, making me find like I 'm in the middle of a storm of…of energy, giving pleasure as much as I receive it. It 's like I feel both of your essences or…I do n't know what to call it. Please, Master. Please, schoolma'am, do n't stop, '' Naya begged.

The picket dominatrix gave Damian a questioning face, making sure that he was still game to keep on. When Damian nodded, Sabrina plunged her sex down on the dildo-shaft once again, growling with pleasure. She pumped her sex in rapid ecological succession, her juices coating the rubberized cock. At end, with her tit beaded with foreplay, Sabrina gushed on the contrived pecker, splashing it with her juice even more.

Naya went over the bound when she sensed Sabrina 's orgasm. Her pussy clenched and shuddered around Damian 's peter, milking him towards freeing. She cried out as Sabrina unfastened the rubber cock from the missy 's back talk. Sabrina took a step back, watching as Damian yanked Naya 's cute buttocks to the edge of the body tray, spreading her hips wide as he penetrated her with animalistic ardor. His phallus pounded her, tough and fast, and Naya looked down at the cock stabbing into the flexure of her sex, stimulation jumping through her loins. Her mamilla were hard as petite diamonds, pink buds which she was not ashamed of in the least. She felt liberated. No longer ashamed. No more elbow room for guilt.

Naya moaned as Damian 's grunts reached an apex, his prick slamming between her branch until he tensed, their consistence joined as his cock twitched and exploded within her heat. Naya 's point bashed against the table, loud but not painfully, as she felt the liquid warmheartedness of him swim through her core. Slowly, shivering in the aftermath of her orgasm, Naya blinked back to a semblance of normalcy.

The naked Thomas Young womanhood heard only her rapid ventilation, and looked down to see Damian straddling her, his oral fissure gently suckling on her chest.

'' Mmm. I love how these unseasoned tits gustation, slave. Mmm. Let me clean you now. '' Damian shimmied downward, his tongue laving at her slickened love channel. She was shocked, gasping as he cleaned out his own stickiness and did n't appear to mind doing it in the least.

Is this what honey is ? Naya wondered. Damian had shown the willingness to fill her fantasy, no matter how dark and misrepresented. He 'd done it, and now he was treating her with tender passion. Asking zip in return. His tongue gently stroked her sum, bringing her one terminal pang of pleasure before he withdrew.

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

'' Well, Naya ? volition you be mine ? I love you, and I will cherish you. As my mate, my striver. I will accomplish whatever fantasies you desire and protect you. My heart is yours to be crushed or to be made whole by you alone. One question now. Do you accept ? ``

Naya 's reasonably face relaxed and she took a long moment to think. But there was nothing to decide. She did n't desire to go back to a humans Charles Grey and colorless. A world without the vivid feelings she 'd just get. She nodded and pressed her backtalk to his. Her workforce gripped his broad shoulder joint as he crushed her breasts against his dresser, his arms encircling her and holding her tight.

What am I going to tell them ? Naya wondered. She had a family and friends who would n't understand. Not now or ever. She thought of Rebekah, the considerably ally she had in the humans. 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 ! Stop it ! That 's not why you 're doing this. That's how you 've always made the awry choices in the past tense. Always thinking about what others want and never yourself. Denying who you are, Naya. Pretending the real you does n't subsist. Naya was done with that. She promised herself that.

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

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

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

'' No, Naya. You leave the human race behind to be yourself, '' Damian said, and Naya opened her mouth as their backtalk joined once more, sealing a trammel between Master and break one's back never to be broken.

CHAPTER 11

This is a misunderstanding. Oh god. This is a bad idea. I ca n't trust I 'm doing this. That was all Naya could imagine as she felt Damian puff up in his dodging Viper, throwing it into common in nominal head of her former dormitory. It had been several calendar month since her weekend rendezvous with Damian. She 'd called her roommate Rebecca early on a black Monday morning those few months ago, and told her she would n't be coming back. Since then Rebecca had called, texted, and emailed her frantically.

But what could Naya say ? She did n't make out what to tell her booster. The one look of guilt trip she still wrestled with was leaving her protagonist behind. Severing that one relationship that had meant the cosmos to her, even if it was n't always transparent.

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

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

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

'' Are you ready to do this ? ``

Damian gently squeezed her bridge player, and she squeezed right back. `` I do n't have it away. There are butterfly in my belly. several plateful I think. ''

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

Her practical, sizable, churchgoing friend would never, NEVER agree to live on an island with them in a surreal, sexually overt world where fantasies came on-key. It just did n't sound possible. And yet…Naya had done as Damian had asked. Naya had given Damian the name of Jake Caulfield, Rebekah 's longtime boyfriend. When she asked why he needed it, Damian had mysteriously said, 'Do n't worry…let me do the planning, love .'

Now they were here and Damian planned to make Rebekah an offer she could n't refuse. They entered through the emergency entrance at the back of the construction. Someone had illegally propped give the door. They rushed up three flight of stairs, Damian leading the way wearing a saturnine vest and jeans, looking like a bouncer in a nightclub. Naya wore a short lavender skirt and tank top, a ruby necklace around her neck opening - the one she 'd been wearing when Damian first saw her. He said he loved what the necklace reminded him of - finding the true dearest who finally translate him.

Will I ever really translate the riddle that is Damian Cruceaux ? Naya could n't say for sure, but she did jazz one affair. He was sheer, irregular, adventurous. And she loved him.

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

'' Jake Caulfield ? '' Damian asked, offering his hand. The athletic, wiry football game instrumentalist had a mop of blond haircloth on his better-looking brass. His blue center were deadly grievous at the present moment, but normally they crinkled with boyish charm.

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

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

Jake grinned at Naya. `` Naya, your boyfriend is one crazy son of a kick, I 'll ease up him that. '' Naya still did n't make out the gaming. 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 hook in the prey. He slipped into the apartment. Damian and Naya hid in the street corner, listening to the warm exchange of conversation as a groggy Rebecca got awoken in the eye of the night.

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

'' No time to explain, baby. We have to go - hand brake. Naya needs our supporter. Look, I 'll try to explain on the way. My car 's sitting outside. We have to go. ``

A sleepy Rebecca let Jake bustle about her out the door in not much more than her dark 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 apart me your plan yet ? Or do I just get to be part of the surprise ? '' Naya gave her Master a pointed look, but Damian was n't ruffled so easily.

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

Naya crossed her arms, her facial nerve expression threatening violent storm clouds. Sometimes Damian could be maddeningly mysterious, and this was one of those times. She could n't delay mad for long, however. Naya tried to imagine what Rebecca might say when she learned the truth, lost in thought with the night going by in a blur and headlights from other railroad car streaking like angels past her window.

Finally they reached their destination, a sign with tall alabaster chromatography column fronting the holding. The estate was on a hill, surrounded by wrought atomic number 26 fencing and gated. Damian knew the CEO who owned this place. The man was Book of the Prophet Daniel Abrams. He and his wife and three child were currently in residence. Book of Daniel was a booster of Damian 's, but what Book of the Prophet Daniel did n't eff was that Damian had all his passcodes and security 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 encounter out soon enough, '' he said, giving her a nictation.

They parked the Viper, entered through the front room access, and Damian re-engaged the security system behind them. He led Naya through a maze of different hallways and rooms until they came out onto an outdoors terrace with a gravid, spacious hot tub.

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

'' Jake, if this is a prank it is n't fishy. Why did you take us here ? What 's going on ? '' The curly-haired brunette looked feisty, pointing her finger angrily at her boyfriend even as she stood in her sleep clothes. Somehow she managed to wait aphrodisiacal though, the points of her tit poking through her sleep shirt.

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

'' Becky ! '' Naya rushed to her champion, giving her a best-friends-forever hug before Rebecca knew what was happening. The curly-coated girl almost broke into binge for a second, squeezing Naya mighty back.

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

'' Damian Cruceaux, at your divine service. '' Damian extended his hand with a winning smile on his look.

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

'' Pleased to meet you I guess. '' But her facial expression said the contrary. Damian was the man who had taken her scoop booster away from her. Rebecca did n't jazz that she agreed with the release life-style Damian seemed to recommend. Rebecca had been thinking inwardly for the retiring several calendar month, 'How irresponsible is this guy ? What 's he done with Naya ?'

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

Rebecca turned to the others in the room, and finally Naya had to spread her arms wide and say, `` expect, Rebecca, please do n't hate me. But I want to recite you the Sojourner Truth. Why I left Triton University. Why I dropped out. I found a new life, a effective life history, and I want you to possess it too. That 's why we 're all here. To have you an offering. ``

Rebekah gaped, first at her boyfriend, then at her C. H. Best friend.

Jake nodded. `` Yeah, sister. I agree with her. I see what you 're becoming. I know you think you want this degree so badly, but you 're neglecting other parts of your life. Our kinship. I think this is the sound thing for both of us. ``

The curly-haired immature woman threw up her script 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. '' Rebekah 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 person.

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

'' I gave Naya $ 2 million clam so that she could ascertain the courage to go away her old life and be with me. Now I 'm offering you a similar chance. forget now, with your boyfriend Jake. Come live on the island with us. I own a modest individual island in the gulf. Live with us there, learn to be attuned to the sexual fantasies that are the core of who you really are. Discover a different kind of life history with different priorities. That and $ 2 million is what I 'm offering you. ``

Rebecca stood there, just dumbfounded, as Jake interjected. `` This is a good thing for us, Becky. The scoop of things. With the money you can go back to school any time and end your level. But right now, we need this. We need to vary our surroundings, take gillyflower of where we 're at in our lives. I 've felt us growing apart lately, the more we each get wrapped up in our own short worlds, internships, classes, job covering across the country. THIS, though, would sacrifice us a opportunity to divulge who we are first, to produce our human relationship before going out into the world. Damian is offering us a opportunity at sanctuary if we 're willing to be at peace treaty with some of our recondite, maybe even drear illusion. babe, I have n't told you this…but I have some of these fantasies…and I know you do too. ``

The curly-haired young adult female looked at her young man almost outraged, but something held her anger in check. Jake and Damian 's Christian Bible seemed to slowly infiltrate her brain. She let out an exhaust sigh.

'' Look…I ca n't believe this is even happening. Jake, take me home. I 'll catch some Z's on it and mean over this…this absolutely freaking insane offer. It 's unhinged, but I 'm bequeath to consider it, Jake, if this is what you want. Naya, do you really think this is right for me ? ``

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

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

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

Damian joined in. `` I 'm afraid you have to resolve tonight, Rebecca. If you want to fare with us, you have to make up one's mind right now by starting to inhabit out those fancy you 've always refused to acknowledge. Now Jake told me that one of your fantasies was having sex in another person 's house with you being controlled. The bang of possibly being discovered. I 've recreated that fantasy for you right here, right now. ``

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

'' The people who own this hall are asleep in their bedrooms upstairs. They might waken at any moment. They might come down for a midnight snack. Who knows ? I 've re-armed the house security, which means that you have two options : either leave, set off the alert, and explain to the homeowner and police what just happened to you…getting your best friend 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 sexy college student looked at her boyfriend, chewing on her behind lip.

'' I…this is nutcase. ``

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

There was a sudden clump, as of footsteps. Perhaps someone upstairs using the bathroom. The floor creaked overhead.

Damian grinned. `` The clock 's ticking, Rebecca. You may not have a great deal sentence either. It sounds like one of the people upstairs is stirring. wee your selection. ``

Naya watched, arousal seething in her line of descent. This was so hot, seeing Becky 's face flush with the embarrassment of her desire. Naya watched as Jake walked up to her best admirer, slipping the shirt over Beckys pass. Bra-less, Becky 's mammilla glistened in the moonlight as the cloud receded. Her breast were shining, perfect cones which Jake now gently licked and sucked. Becky moaned quietly, whimpering a little when Jake slipped a hand under the waistband of her pants, stroking her Whitney Young clitoris.

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

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

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

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

'' You can ! '' Jake growled. `` Shut up and take your trouser off ! '' he said, program line now cresting in the musical note of his voice.

The curly-coated cutie took off her pants and air sock, standing naked in her birthday lawsuit. Little trickling streaks of puss juice glistened on the insides of her thigh where Jake 's fingerbreadth had trailed after withdrawing from her sex. Now she looked like a aphrodisiac goddess, standing fully naked, her creamy boob and subject sex inviting naughty fantasy of control and desire.

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

'' seed here, baby. Get your exquisitely ass in there and suck my cock, '' Jake said. When Rebecca hesitated, uncertainly staring at his elongated cock, Jake hissed, `` What if someone comes down here ? Do you require the owner catching us here, having sex in his house ? Every second that tick by we might be discovered, baby. seed here ! Get your mouth on me, and be spry about it. ``

Naya could clearly see now how this was a illusion of Rebekah 's. Each time Jake mentioned the view of someone discovering them, her eyes seemed to shine and Becky 's tit had hardened like ovolo tacks. The curly brunette finally stepped into the soothing, swirling weewee of the hot tub and leaned between Jake 's branch.

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

Jake groaned, his body going unbending with desire. It was as if every nerve ending in his body had zapped itself to the tip of his cock, hungrily gathering up the adept. 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 immature man 's forefront went back, eyes closing in a mad rapture as Becky slurped up and down his aegir prick.

Damian turned to Naya, and the tone of foreplay in Naya 's face was plain. Naya 's eye were glued to the unbelievable scene .'I ca n't trust she 's doing this in front of us ,'Naya thought, watching as Becky sucked greedily on Jake 's pecker, her hands pressing firmly against his hips.

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

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

'' Look at me, infant. Uhhhh god, I want you so bad. search at how much this cocks wants you, '' Jake growled. Becky pushed forward, rubbing her chest against his unworthy humanity until her breasts glistened with the mingle fluids of Jake 's pre-cum and her own saliva.

'' I want you too, Jake. ``

'' scream me Master, '' Jake growled. Becky looked startled for a here and now, but then she let the words conformation in her mouth.

'' Yes…Master. '' Now the lithe, curly-coated brunette leaned over again, slurping up his cock between her cute lips, pumping up and down, up and down, until release seemed imminent. Jake clinched two hands in her hair, moving his hands up and down to help bed her fount with more potent dip.

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

His prick, thick and ready, saluted Becky 's pale bareness. `` What are you waiting for, my precious little slut ? The owner of this sign might amount any moment. Hurry up and sleep with me ! '' Becky gave Jake a smoldering look as she positioned her pussy above his bulbous cock-head and slowly lowered herself onto Jake 's straining phallus. Becky moaned as she struggled to establish the cycle, her puss engulfing his beam of light until Naya could only see his balls. Naya watched with gathering pauperism in her loin, her pussy wet now, as her easily supporter began to drive Jake 's tool.

'' Uhh…you bastard. ass me. fuck my puss, '' Becky hissed. Jake obliged, ramming his crotch upward to take on her downward screwing, joining their consistence until Sir Thomas More pre-cum leaked between the seal of her cunt lips. It would n't be long now. Jake was ready to explode.

Naya could n't keep an eye on this anymore. Her pussy was an nether region of need. Dripping-wet with its own succus. She turned to Damian, who had just stripped out of his clothes and drawn out a few of his front-runner 'accessories'from his satchel.

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

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

'' Yes, baby. Impale that hot snatch on my gumshoe. YES. Faster, you little slovenly woman. Harder, '' Jake growled, his workforce reaching out to pinch Becky 's pink nipples, wresting a groan from her beautiful lips.

Naya meanwhile shivered as Damian systematically undressed her, leaving her stark naked, every beautiful womanly curve revealed. Damian proceeded to put a leather collar around her neck opening and then whomp her manus behind her back. Damian leaned her forward over the hot tub, both his handwriting gripping her shoulders firmly as he swiftly entered her warm twat from behind, plunging into the softness of her sex with an audible slap, his sac smacking against the vertebral column of her second joint with each pulverizing screwing.

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

'' Yes, footling puss. motion those hips. I 'm going to know your brains out ! '' Damian growled. Naya moaned, the slapping sound of their soundbox joining creating a staccato rhythm method of birth control which added to the refrain of Becky pumping up and down Jake 's thick cock.

Becky turned, watching Naya getting fucked so hard. The arousing sight must throw sent the curly brunet over the edge. Becky bit her lip, letting out an ecstatic lamentation as her pussy gushed on Jake 's manhood. Jake grunted, looking down where his cock vanished into Becky 's rigorous profundity. He grabbed her by the cervix, bringing her down for a ferocious kiss as his own climax poured through him, his source surging into her warm insides.

The door to the terrace swung wide open and a middle-aged man with piercing bluish eyes and hoar hair salvo into the room. He was wearing only a Night robe, and his optic widened in shock.

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

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

'' SSHHH. Do n't panic. It 's OK, babe. He knows we 're allowed to be here. Damian arranged the unscathed thing. '' Jake leaned over, gently grazing Becky 's nipples with his teeth before suckling tightly on each one. Becky was like a deer in headlights, utterly frozen, until Jake 's aid seemed to violate the spell.

'' I…oh god…this is so weird, '' Becky said with a sigh as arousal began to prepare a tentative comeback, re-moistening her cunt. The curly brunet reached down, gently caressing her lover 's cock even as it started to show preindication of muscularity again. `` Oh god, what 's wrongfulness with me ? '' Becky sighed. But Naya could tell by the arousal in Becky 's middle that she longed to put Jake 's cock right back inside her tight, wet twat where it belonged.

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

Daniel threw up his hands in frustration. `` I know we have a standing organization, Damian, but our correspondence is that you at to the lowest degree WARN me beforehand. My youngster are sleeping upstairs for the beloved of…ah perdition. '' Daniel turned and left the patio. Damian gave Naya a trice fully of mischief.

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

'' Yes, Master. Fuck my pussy. shag this slave 's genius out until she squeals. Uh..uh..uh..UHH ! ''

Becky looked over at Naya and their center met. 'Do you see what I truly am, Becky ? Do you still have it off me for who I am ? Do you see this as ugly ? Or am I still the best friend you 've always been able to swear ?'Those were the thoughts Naya almost wanted to ask, if the sensations Damian 's cock was assaulting her puss with had n't derailed any attempt to talk in coherent sentence.

The impossible had happened. Becky had accepted the invitation to play out her sexual fantasies and live on the island. Naya felt happiness surging in her chest, combined with the envelopment of arousal and sheer sexual joy. The slave threw her hips back, her cute fanny slamming to meet Damian 's plunging cock as the moment of eructation came. His hired hand tightened on Naya 's shoulder, squirt after spurt of cum emptying into her womb. Naya cried out Damian 's gens, thanking her Master for emptying his seed, her soundbox sagging with satisfaction as she felt his heat consume her.

epilogue

Some things change, and others never do. Naya reflected on the interesting duality of the existence as she and Becky were almost done enjoying their 'day in the donjon .'Her friend had learned to harness her sexual phantasy and use them as creative fuel to make life worth living. 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 being inside each of them.

Today, with the setting sun casting the earthly concern in its peachy glow, Naya found herself straddling a wooden horse, a gargantuan pink dildo whirring away in her cunt. Her articulatio talocruralis were tied to either side of the knight, and her wrist joint were bound behind her back. She moaned with a ball gag in her backtalk as the dildo-setting went from low to medium, battering the wall of her sex with hundreds of tiny ribbed jutting along the entire length of the shaft.

Damian stood behind her, gently cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples with his deceptively mild touch sensation. `` Well, slave ? How does it sense, that huge, hard gum elastic dick thrust up your tight, wet snatch. Hmm ? ''

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

Just across from Naya, Becky was a barbarian mare, her pale nakedness straddling Jake 's stopcock. Poor Jake was tied up in a wide-backed professorship, his ankle lashed to the trading floor. His cock had a cock-ring at the foundation, restricting the flow of blood, letting just enough blood Benjamin Rush to the tip of his cock to appease hard, but making it nearly impossible for him to come. Becky had him like a tied-up ox and was now riding his cock with horny abandon, her sexy ass bouncing up and down.

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

'' Come on you worthless beast. Fuck me. You call this fucking ? '' she sang, her pussy slurping up and down his prick, her snatch lip forming a stringent seal along his shaft. `` I want to feel your cock-head in my womb, damn it. ass me, you bastard, or I 'll slice up off your worthless dick. ''

Becky 's language was harsh, but it was all just part of the phantasy. She loved Jake, and Jake loved her. It was why Jake was volition to wager this character, giving her the fantasy she desired. Sometimes Becky liked to play the prevalent one, and sometimes she let Jake take that function. Neither was right or wrongly. They were two division 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 mount to high, Naya groaned through her gag, the stimuli assaulting her pussy even as he stroked her clit. His other hand cupped her sensitive breasts until she had no choice but to spurt hard on that safe cock, coating it with her juice and perfume.

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

All the while Becky 's pussy tormented the cock of the man who loved her enough to be her striver. Jake groaned through his gag as Becky leaned over, giving him a swampy candy kiss on the rima oris. `` Mmm…yes, infant. fuck me. I 'm going to…COME. '' Becky 's unrestrained cry Panax quinquefolius with sexual release, her pussy coating Jake 's cock with its cherubic feminine nectar.

Master and knuckle down, man and woman. This was a world where boundaries could be thrown aside, and hidden illusion explored. As Naya watched Becky continue to ride Jake 's straining peter, she knew that Damian Cruceaux had been the one who 'd set them free. Naya had no rue, only promises of a future tense where she could simply be herself.

THE END

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

~Gaggedkitty