by NJ Cole
I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t very well tell him that I couldn’t stop thinking about my Sir, or that everything reminded me of him to the point that I thought his brother’s voice was the voice of the man who I performed sexual acts for on the phone. The idea was ridiculous. Oliver and Candy were both staring at me.
“I’m fine,” I said as convincingly as I could.
Candy looked annoyed, but Oliver looked concerned. “That’s good,” he replied. Once again, his voice made me think of Sir, but I quickly pushed the thought away. Maybe they had the same slight accent. It was unlikely, but not impossible.
The rest of the day went well as Oliver and Shane outlined their plans and told Candy and I what we would be doing on the project.
By Wednesday, we were well into our groove and I no longer thought of my Sir every time Oliver spoke. It turned out that both he and Shane were really nice, along with being smart and good looking. They allowed Candy and I to do much more than I’d expected, and they treated us like equals, asking our opinions frequently.
Candy was shameless in throwing herself at both Shane and Oliver. Her outfits got more revealing each day. If her blouses got any more low-cut, her nipples would be showing, and I was certain I wasn’t the only one who had seen her panties when she bent over while wearing her almost nonexistent skirt. The only thing that was more amusing than watching Candy throw herself at them, was watching them shoot her down.
I swore I heard Shane mention something about being diabetic, and that he was positive that if he had any candy, it would kill him.
I might have even wondered about their sexual orientation if they hadn’t each asked me out. Yesterday, Shane had asked me if I wanted to go to lunch with him. Oliver looked like he wanted to kill him until I said no. I had thought that he was concerned with employee fraternization until he asked me out, as well.
I have to admit that I thought Oliver was attractive, but I thought it was more the fact that he reminded me of my Sir than anything specific about him. My Sir had never told me that I couldn’t date, but somehow it didn’t feel right. And, to my relief, Oliver didn’t seem to be upset at my refusal.
Chapter 13
Sir
Being in the same room with Bec was amazing but it had its drawbacks. I loved being able to see her up close, to feel the heat of her body and smell her skin. The problem was that I could see her up close, feel the heat of her body and smell her skin, and it did things to my body that I hadn’t expected. I was constantly aroused.
Working with Bec was enlightening too. She was even smarter than I thought, but she wasn’t arrogant about it. Her submissive nature came out occasionally, but she also held her own when she believed in something.
The first time I met her, I was afraid she had recognized my voice. Her entire demeanor changed, but she apparently dismissed the thought and things between us were great.
Shane enjoyed teasing me about my situation. He would make crude comments in a volume that only Bocaj could hear, and even asked her out at one point. I wasn’t sure how she would respond. After all, I knew that Shane was attractive. We all were—it was one of our weapons. I had never told butterfly that she couldn’t date, but I was relieved when she’d turned him down flat.
I didn’t want her dating anyone. Up until now, I’d never cared if my submissives dated as long as they were available for our sessions, but butterfly was different. I wasn’t sure why, but the thought of her spending time with another man, especially sexually, made me want to tear every male on the planet limb from limb.
I had no way of knowing how she felt about dating other men. Even with the extra time spent together and the close proximity, I was slightly unsure. I wasn’t a mind reader by any means, but decades of reading people’s facial expressions and my training as a Dom, usually gave me the ability to know what most people were thinking.
Bec was different. She kept her feelings and facial expressions guarded and never spoke about her personal life, leaving me, for the most part, in the dark.
Trying to find out how she felt about the Oliver side of me, I asked her out, and as ridiculous as it sounded, I was relieved that she turned me down. I could tell by the dilation of her pupils and her increased heart rate that she was attracted to me, so the only reason I could imagine she didn’t want to date me was because of Sir. The idea thrilled me, and I wanted to take the next step as soon as possible.
Later that night, I waited until she had fallen asleep before meeting Payton in the penthouse of Bec’s building. She’d made a lot of progress since I’d seen it last. The entire house was elegantly furnished, but it was what was behind the red door that interested me the most.
She’d already made some major purchases for the room. The suspension system was in place, as well as some of the larger pieces of furniture. There was a large four-poster bed, several couches and chairs—all equipped with restraints—a whipping bench, and a few other benches to be used for punishments or rewards. One table even had a built in dildo that I couldn’t wait to train my butterfly on.
“You did a great job. Thank you.”
“It’s an amazing building,” Payton responded.
“Yes, it is.”
When I’d first seen Bec’s building and her apartment, I wondered how she could afford it on her salary. While investigating her, I discovered that her parents had been killed in a car accident. Apparently the driver of the other vehicle, a tractor trailer, had been driving for over twenty hours. The settlement from the company he worked for awarded her seventeen million dollars. I never understood how people came up with a value for a human life, but they had, and though Bec used some of the money for her apartment and car, she didn’t live a lavish lifestyle. It was just another thing I admired about her.
Payton had tons of questions for me about the penthouse.
“Now, do you want the eighteen or twenty-four inch crop?” she asked after I’d finished selecting my floggers. Payton pulled out another stack of catalogues and a few items from her bag. Although she’d ordered the major items for the playroom, she knew that I would want to pick out the more personal items.
“Just get both,” I said, feeling the weight of one in my hand. Oh the marks it would make on my butterfly’s ass. I couldn’t wait to slap her wet pussy with it.
“Shall I just get an assortment of anal plugs, or do you want something specific?”
“I’m sure you can choose.”
She pointed to one in the catalogue. “Oh, Caleb loves this one! You should have seen the way he…” I cut her off before she went into graphic detail.
“Payton! I don’t want to hear about that!”
“Okay, fine,” she laughed, “but I’m still getting you one.”
I sighed.
“Vibrators? Anything special?”
“Glass, only glass,” I replied instantly. I hated the smell of the plastic ones, and I didn’t want their odor to taint the scent of her arousal.
We went through a few more catalogues, me making selections and Payton adding to my choices.
“Well that’s about it,” she said, closing the last catalogue. “Have I shown you the wall? It’s quite ingenious, if I do say so myself.”
I walked over to the far wall. It was covered in leather and there were small holes randomly throughout.
“The hooks aren’t in yet, but they should be tomorrow. Once they are installed, you will be able to restrain your submissive in just about any position possible. It’s similar to a cross, but without the limitations.”
I instantly imagined my butterfly spread eagle, clipped to the wall. I would gently flog her breasts, drawing pink lines on them. Then I’d tease her clit with a vibrator and pinch her nipples. By the time I’d imagined turning her around and spanking her, I was rock hard.
It had taken all night to design the playroom, and each item I had chosen only fueled my erection. My growing problem hadn’t gotten any better by the time I walked into my apartment in the morning. Bec was getting ready
to walk out the door for work, so I called her quickly. Let’s just see how willing to serve me she was.
She was nearly out the door when the phone rang. I hoped she would go back to answer it.
“Hello,” she panted after running into the kitchen for the phone.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It seems someone has missed me.”
She was fidgeting, waiting for permission to speak.
“You are such a good girl, butterfly. From now on, when I call you have permission to speak. So, did you miss me?”
“Oh yes, Sir.”
“That’s such a good little girl. Now put the phone on speaker and stand in front of the window so I can see what you’re wearing.”
She pressed the button and stood in front of the glass.
“Spin,” I commanded, and I was pleased she did as I said.
“Tsk, tsk,” I clicked. “You go to work dressed like that, teasing all of your colleagues.”
Her slight smile told me that she knew I was teasing.
“Take off your jacket. You are going to perform for me right now.”
I saw her pulse race as she removed her jacket.
She looked so sexy in her work clothes. I’d sat next to her dressed in similar outfits all week, and my mind had played out a thousand different fantasies.
There she was, standing in front of me, looking like a professional woman, while all along, I knew she was my sexy little girl.
I’d been fantasizing for so long and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I had my pants unbuttoned and hanging loosely open before she’d even begun to move. I knew she was leaving for work. Hell, I had to be there too, but I needed to release the pressure that had been building for the last twelve hours, and I wanted her to be my inspiration.
She stood before me in a grey skirt, blue silk shirt and heels. Fucking high heels. I had no idea who invented them, or why women agreed to wear them, but fuck me, I loved them. All of my subs wore them for me. The higher the better.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
Her hands quickly moved to the buttons, and when it was open, she began to remove it.
“Stop. Don’t remove it, I just want it open. Now, pull those beautiful breasts of yours out of your bra. Don’t take it off. Just show me.”
The sight before me was amazing. The awkwardness of the bra pushed her tits up and together, the nipples partially showing over the cups. I’d ordered plenty of nipple play devices last night, but I hadn’t ordered any outfits that would do that. I’d have to contact Payton later.
I saw goose bumps cover her body and her tremble slightly. Her hand nervously grazed her nipple.
“Is this alright, Sir?” she asked, biting her lip and keeping her eyes trained to the floor. I knew when I’d chosen her that she would be a good submissive, but hell, this was more than I could have ever hoped for.
My hand flew to my cock and squeezed tightly. Oh no, I wasn’t going to blow my load before we even got started, but fuck, she was perfect.
The pain I’d inflicted on my cock was enough to hold off my orgasm. Slowly, I released some of the pressure and began to speak to her again.
“Yes, butterfly. That is good, very good.”
She sighed and smiled a little.
“So tell me, little one, is there anyone at work you are looking so beautiful for?”
“No, Sir,” she answered, and I could tell she was being truthful. She’d turned me down flat when I’d asked her out. In fact, she hadn’t even attempted to flirt with Shane or me all week.
“Good, because you are mine. Now get that hot little ass up on your dining room table.” Her kitchen was small, just a galley, but in an alcove sat a beautiful, cherry table. She started to slip her shoes off so she could do as I asked. “Oh no, keep your shoes on.”
She put her shoe back on and hopped up onto the table, sitting there with her legs crossed.
“Push your skirt up around your waist and show me your panties.”
She was wearing a dark blue thong, and it didn’t cover much. “Let me see that pussy,” I commanded, my voice gruff.
She started to pull off her panties.
“No, you will keep them on. Pull them aside.” When she did, I had to choke my cock again.
Her pink pussy was already slick and slightly puffy.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers, little girl.”
Her fingers dipped in and out and her breasts heaved, but at this angle, I couldn’t see much.
“Get on all fours, ass facing the window, and keep your shoes on.”
She awkwardly moved to the center of the table and rose to all fours. Her thong, now back in place, was a darker blue from her wetness.
I had her in the perfect position. If I were there, I’d be able to bring us both great pleasure. It could still happen, but she would have to follow orders perfectly. If anyone could do this, it would be my butterfly.
“Remove the candle from the candlestick,” I said in a calm voice.
She hesitated slightly and then took the long candle from the holder. It was a crystal candlestick, long, and cylinder shaped. It was smaller in diameter to some of her toys, but definitely longer. I’d have to make sure she didn’t hurt herself. Her hesitation told me I was pushing her limits.
“What’s the matter, butterfly? Do you think you are too good to use a candlestick to fuck that pussy? That slutty pussy?”
She shook her head.
“Good, then fuck your pussy with it, little one. Show me how much of a dirty girl you are.”
It was like I’d said all the magic words, because her hand flew between her legs and I stifled a groan when the long tapered glass object spread her pussy lips wide. As she moved the cold hard object in and out, she rocked back and forth. It was hot watching her tits sway, but I was afraid for her safety. After all, she was only being held up by one arm.
“Press your breasts to the table,” I ordered.
Instantly, she lowered her body to the table and gasped at the feel of the cool wood on her nipples. This new position made her more stable, and as an added bonus, her ass was higher in the air. She thrust the candlestick in and out, her pussy now dripping, coating her thighs.
“That’s it, babygirl,” I groaned as I moved my hand to her pace.
She whimpered, and I knew she was struggling to hold off her orgasm.
“Does your dirty little pussy like that candlestick?”
“Oh yes!” she wailed.
My cock jumped at her level of vocalness.
“Does that pussy want to come? Do you want to come for me?”
“Please. Oh god. Oh please, Sir.”
She was about to come, whether I let her or not. She’d done everything I’d asked, and with over one hundred years of experience as a Dom, even I was having a hard time holding back, so I decided to have mercy on her.
“Come for me.”
I hadn’t finished speaking before the liquid was spilling from her body. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh Sir! Oh Sir!” she chanted as she rode out her orgasm.
Somewhere in the middle of her calling out, I allowed my own release, groaning as all the tension left my body in thick streams of liquid.
Chapter 14
butterfly
I’d been nearly out the door when the phone rang.
It was the first morning this week that he hadn’t called the moment my feet touched the floor. I noticed it right away, and by the time I was ready for work, my mind raced with all sorts of scenarios as to what could have happened to him. Maybe he’d grown bored with me and found someone else. Maybe he’d been in an accident and was too hurt to call, or worse. No, I couldn’t think of worse, but I did.
When I heard the phone ring as I was leaving, my heart leapt in my chest. Relief washed over me when I heard his voice. It was short lived though, as my heart began to race at his words. He had asked me to remove some of my clothes and perform for him.
I found myself on all fours on my dining room ta
ble, ass in the air, candlestick in my pussy, exposed for the world to see, and I didn’t care. When he said those three magic words, “Come for me,” everything went out the window. I came loud and hard.
I was still panting from the orgasm when he spoke again. “I love watching your pussy dripping and spread open for me, but you may remove the candlestick.”
I gently pulled it from my body, every sensation heightened.
“That was beautiful, butterfly, now get to work,” he said, and then I heard the phone click.
I wasn’t sure what to do with the candlestick, so I just set it back in its place on the table. I could take care of it later. I glanced at the clock and realized I should be at work in seven minutes. It was a twenty-five minute commute, and I clearly needed to shower and change.
I started to take my blouse the rest of the way off and head for the bathroom. I’d call my boss, Sarah, after I showered and tell her that I had car trouble or something. Before I even got two steps, my phone rang again.
“Hello?” I asked, wondering if it were Sarah already calling to see where I was.
“What do you think you are doing? Didn’t I tell you to keep your shirt on?”
My Sir’s voice instantly put me on edge again. I was too nervous to speak, so I nodded dumbly.
“Were you going to take a shower?”
I nodded again.
“Did I tell you to shower?”
I shook my head.
“Put your breasts back in your bra or take it off.” I quickly adjusted my bra so that my breasts were no longer exposed. “Button your shirt and pull down your skirt.”
I did as he said, but my heart raced.
“Now, you will go to work as I told you. Do you understand?”
I nodded, and then heard the phone click again.
I’d never gone anywhere after having sex. There I was—soaking wet panties, my clothing all rumpled and my hair a mess—standing in disbelief. I knew I didn’t actually have to do as he said. I was my own person. But even as I was having the argument with myself, I was grabbing my keys and heading for the door, dialing as I walked.