Midnight Caller

by NJ Cole

  Chapter 15

  Sir

  When she walked out the door, I knew I had her. She was way out of her comfort zone but still following my instructions. I loved how well this was working out.

  I realized that I was supposed to be at work in five minutes, and although I really could show up anytime I wanted to, I didn’t want to arrive after her. Part of the fun would be watching her walk in late and knowing why. I needed her to think I’d been there the entire time.

  “Shane,” I said into my cell phone as I ran in the shadows of alleys, “I’m going to be a few minutes late today.”

  “Playing with your toy?” he joked.

  “Shut the fuck up and just cover for me. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

  I ran as far as I could, but had to walk at a human pace for the last three blocks. When I got to the conference room, Shane was there with Candy, who was shamelessly flirting with him.

  “I can tell you work out a lot. Your shoulders are so broad and your arms are so muscular,” she simpered, running her fingers down his biceps. “Oh and look at your hands,” she practically moaned.

  I glanced at Shane, and he just shrugged.

  Finally, Candy broke free of her flirting long enough to notice I was in the room. “Oh hi, Oliver,” she said in her annoying voice. When this project was done, I would have to make sure Bec didn’t have to work with her again. “Sarah told me that Bec is going to be late—car trouble or something. Can I, um, get you coffee?” she asked, twirling her hair around her finger like some sort of twelve-year-old.

  “Yeah, that would be great,” I said, hoping to get rid of her.

  The moment she left the room, Shane turned on me. “Were you with her? Please tell me you didn’t kill her or something.”

  “I wasn’t with her, but I was talking to her. And no, I didn’t kill her.”

  “What the fuck were you doing with her then? What were you talking about?”

  Candy returned, ending our conversation. Moments later, Bec entered the room.

  “Sorry I’m late,” she said, a bit out of breath and looking slightly disheveled. Of course, she still looked gorgeous. She had the afterglow of a woman who had been thoroughly fucked.

  Her words bounced around in my head, but I was completely distracted by the smell of her arousal, which had permeated the room even before she was fully through the door. I saw Shane’s nostrils flare, and I knew he smelled it too. Letting out a soft growl that only he could hear, I reminded him that she was mine. It was primitive, but I didn’t care. I was protecting mine, and for the first of what would be many lessons learned, I realized that sending butterfly to work smelling of arousal wasn’t a great idea.

  “Bec, you look…” Candy started.

  “Hot,” Shane finished.

  Her cheeks flushed pink, and Candy glared at her.

  “He means you look flushed and warm, like you rushed to get here,” I tried to recover. While I wanted my butterfly to be reminded of her Sir all day long, I didn’t want her uncomfortable or embarrassed, and I sure as hell didn’t want my brother-in-law lusting after her.

  I was having problems of my own. Her scent was more than I’d anticipated, and I was finding it hard to control myself. I’d stopped breathing, of course, but I wasn’t in control and the toxin dripped from my retractable fangs and pooled in my mouth. I had to swallow repeatedly. My cock was straining in my pants as if I were a fifteen-year-old virgin who had seen the first beautiful woman of his life. I wanted to claim her as mine right there, and I might have if I hadn’t heard Shane swallowing his toxin too. The only thing stronger than the urge to fuck her was the urge to protect what was mine, and oh, she was mine.

  I had to get control of the situation.

  “Ladies, will you please go and make copies of these sketches so that we can discuss them?” It didn’t really need to be done, but it was all I could think of to get them—her—out of the room so I could regroup.

  Bocaj were driven to fulfill our primal urges. The desire for food was primary, but our compulsion to mate came in a close second. Although I’d smelled women’s arousal many times before, it had never had the effect my butterfly’s was having on me in that moment.

  After watching them walk out the door, Shane turned to me, his eyes wide, nostrils flaring. “How the hell are you not fucking the shit out of her right now? I mean, the only thing stopping me is that I’m pretty sure you’d kill me if I went near her. That, and there is also a raven-haired beauty at home that would kill me if you didn’t. But man, how the hell are you stopping yourself?”

  “I have more control than you, I guess,” I said with a hell of a lot more conviction than I felt.

  “Man, her arousal smells so fucking good. How have you not injected her already so you could fuck her body for days? I know I would.”

  I lost what little control I had, as I imagined him on top of her paralyzed, lifeless body. With a growl, I lunged, knocking him to the ground.

  “The fuck?” he said, allowing me to pin him.

  “Mine,” I growled.

  “Jesus, man,” he said, getting up from under me and brushing himself off. “Where the hell is that self-control? I would never hurt her. I mean, I don’t want to hurt any human, but especially not her—not after what Gabriel said.”

  I wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but I didn’t have time to question him further because Bec and Candy walked back into the room. Bec smelled less of sex and more of soap. She evidently had gone to the ladies room, and while I was grateful for the lessened odor and the distraction of the soap, a bit of me was hurt that she washed away the reminder of our morning fun.

  Chapter 16

  Shane

  “Nine hundred ninety-eight, thank you, Mistress. Nine hundred ninety-nine, thank you, Mistress. One thousand, thank you, Mistress.”

  Payton finished whipping my ass. As a Bocaj, all senses were heightened, including pain, but it didn’t hurt as much as put me in my place. I didn’t even have to ask her for a scene tonight.

  The four of us, Payton, Caleb, Sydney and myself, had lived together for decades. Sometimes Gabriel and his mate Caroline lived with us as well. Oliver always stayed on his own. Living together gave us the chance to get to know each other really well, so when I’d called to say I was on my way home and Payton answered, I wasn’t surprised that she sensed the tension in my voice. All I said was that it had been hard to control myself around Oliver and Rebecca today. From that, she knew I needed to kneel.

  Good Dommes always knew, which is why she had met me in our playroom. Caleb and Sydney were in the waiting pose when I walked in, along with Payton’s pet, who she called little girl. Sydney was my collared submissive, as was Caleb by Payton. They were our mates, our spouses. Payton’s little girl was a different story. She had no relationship with any of us outside the playroom. She lived as a submissive twenty-four seven.

  Even as our little group moved around the world, she would find Payton when she needed her, kneeling on our doorstep, offering to serve. She arrived for her most recent visit a few months ago.

  Sydney had her back straight with her chest out. Her legs were spread, allowing the scent of her arousal to fill the air. Her raven hair hung straight and loose, framing her perfect face. Although her eyes stayed trained on the floor, the sparkle in her baby blues was visible across the room. She was willing, but I knew she would wait until I was in the right frame of mind.

  I walked over and stroked my girl’s hair to say hello before dropping to my knees myself.

  Even though I kept my eyes trained to the ground, I could still see Payton’s black boots as she walked around me. She’d been wearing them when I walked in, along with a short black skirt and navy blue corset. I’d noticed because the boots came up over her knees but didn’t quite make it to the skirt, leaving an inch of skin showing. I thought it looked hot and I wanted Sydney to wear something like it for me the next time I spanked her.

  Payton walked around me
. She bent down and grabbed my dick, squeezing hard. “Such a good boy,” she said in a condescending tone, “staying still for your Mistress.”

  She secured a thick black leather collar around my neck. “Are you ready to serve me?”

  Nodding, I felt metal slide over my cock and balls. I groaned when she locked the cock-restraining device into place.

  “I didn’t say you could make a sound,” she warned, grabbing a nipple and pinching it.

  Again, I nodded my understanding.

  I didn’t speak until she had me tied to the whipping bench and told me to count out my lashes. Her lashes were hard and caused much needed pain, as did the titanium cage which kept me from getting an erection. With each stroke, I felt my tension melt away.

  After the whipping, Payton rubbed my back until the lines from her whip disappeared. She also removed the titanium device from my cock and gently rubbed my frustrated member until the pain was gone. It wasn’t sexual; it was just the type of aftercare a good Domme provides. Ending the scene, Payton removed my collar. She sat down on the couch, and I sat on the leather chair across from her.

  She looked at my erection with raised brows, her emerald green eyes sparkling. “I wanna hear all about Oliver and Rebecca, but you have to calm down. You are so tense. The punishment helped a bit, but you still need to relax.”

  She was right, and it was something that my girl could take care of. I looked over at Sydney, who hadn’t moved. “Come here, snowflake.”

  She crawled to me and knelt at my feet. I’d trained her well and she knew all of my signals.

  I touched her chin, and she looked up at me as I whispered her instructions, “You will be quiet, you will not come, and you will drink it all.”

  She nodded once and took my length into her mouth.

  While I had been instructing my pet, Payton had also positioned little girl next to her on the couch and Caleb between her legs. Grabbing onto his dark blonde hair, she pulled his head under her skirt, then sat back and sighed. She untied her corset and placed little girl on her breast. Her pale blonde ringlets were the only thing visible as she began to suck eagerly, swallowing hard. It never ceased to amaze me that Payton could actually nurse her little girl. I’d asked her about it once, and she said that we were Bocaj, made to adapt to what we needed, and she needed to feed her little girl. All Caleb would tell me about it was that it had a different taste but gave him the same sense of calm as her come did.

  I closed my eyes, just listening to the soft sounds our pets were making, allowing myself to relax further.

  “So, tell me what happened today,” Payton said with a sigh.

  “Well, apparently Oliver had his pet perform for him this morning and didn’t allow her to shower before work. Her smell was intoxicating. I could barely control myself.” I recalled her scent and how it had made me feel. Sydney gulped quickly as I tensed up, releasing my load into her. She began to lick me clean, just as she’d been trained. “Again,” I whispered, and she hollowed her cheeks out, beginning once more. She sucked harder, no doubt upset that I’d been thinking of another woman when I’d emptied my load down her throat. I pulled her hair gently, signaling for her to calm down.

  “So how did Ollie manage?” Payton asked when Sydney had settled back onto my cock.

  “Well it was rough at first, but then we actually had a nice time. I really like her.”

  “Has Ollie figured out she is his mate yet?”

  I shook my head. “Why don’t we just tell him?” I asked. I hated keeping things from people.

  “You know Oliver. If we tell him she is his mate, he will run, and then it won’t happen. We just have to wait until he is so far in love with her that he can’t imagine life without her. That’s when he will know.”

  “How can it work—you know, with her being a human?”

  Payton looked down and shook her head, “It’s not gonna be simple, but Gabriel said it would all work out.” I wasn’t sure what Gabriel knew. Maybe I didn’t want to know.

  I sat there for a moment before Payton lightened the mood again. “So, how do you think we should reward our pets for being so good?” she giggled as she moaned softly and came on Caleb’s face.

  I smiled, fisted Sydney’s hair into a ponytail, and forgot about Oliver completely. Holding her head still, I fucked her face hard and fast, coming down her throat for the second time.

  Payton removed little girl from her breast and pulled Caleb from under her skirt. She placed him on the floor, facing up, his cock pointed at the ceiling. I watched as Payton removed all of her clothing, with the exception of her boots, and sank her wet pussy down onto him.

  “Come, little girl,” Payton said. “You will feed my pet your pussy.” She had barely crawled over Caleb’s face when he grabbed her thighs and held her pussy to his face. Payton bounced up and down on his cock, clearly enjoying watching her two pets please each other.

  Wanting to join in the fun, I pulled Sydney off of me and joined Caleb on the floor. He and I were lying in the sixty-nine position, although we weren’t touching. I did that because with the girls riding our cocks, they were facing each other, and just like I’d thought, Payton began to play with Sydney’s tits as they bounced up and down.

  “Such a good girl,” Payton cooed as she pulled and twisted Sydney’s nipples. Sydney ground harder onto me. When Payton’s mouth found Sydney’s pebbled skin, my girl whimpered, trying to hold off the orgasm. I wanted to reward her for being so good earlier.

  “Come for me, snowflake.” The feeling was so intense, and the sight was so erotic, it had both Caleb and I coming within minutes.

  As Sydney rolled off of me, Payton climbed between her legs and began to lick her clean, drinking a mixture of my come and hers. Sydney lay very still, allowing Payton to drink her fill. I took advantage of the position and had Sydney clean my cock.

  When Payton was finished licking Sydney, she sat back on the chair and motioned for her little girl to come to her. Using her tongue, little girl lapped Caleb’s come from Payton’s pussy.

  Caleb knelt patiently where she had left him. I looked to Payton, who nodded, giving me temporary permission over her submissive. Pulling my now clean cock from my snowflake’s mouth, I instructed her to go clean him off as well.

  Sydney began licking Caleb’s shaft and balls until all traces of Payton were gone. It didn’t make me jealous to see her with another man because I knew she belonged to me. It was just something we did because it felt good.

  As I watched little girl lick her way up Payton’s thigh, I felt my cock getting hard again. Payton looked up and smirked. She reached down and pulled her little girl’s ass cheeks apart, giving me a clear invitation to fuck her pet’s puckered hole. Moments after sinking myself into her tight opening, Sydney and Caleb joined us once again. I smiled at the thought that we would be doing this until dawn.

  Chapter 17

  butterfly

  Work was going great. I’d really connected with my team; well, with Shane and Oliver. They were really funny and down to earth. Candy, on the other hand, was not. She was obsessed with having sex with them.

  Even earlier today, when we had left the conference room to make copies, all I could think about was that everyone knew what I’d done. She’d been so wrapped up in her own world, though, that she hadn’t noticed anything other than Shane saying that I looked hot.

  In fact, all she could do was talk about Shane and Oliver. I laughed at the recollection.

  “O-M-G, Bec, did you see the way that Shane was flirting with me? And he has such big hands. I bet he has a huge dick. Oh, and I swear Oliver was flirting with me too. His fingers are so long; I bet he is the best at finger fucking.” I tried so hard not to roll my eyes at her. Really?

  I was relieved that we’d gotten out of there for a moment. I swore Shane could smell me; I saw his nostrils flare. If Oliver hadn’t smelled me, he surely would when I went back in.

  “Hey, Candy, I’m going to use the restroom.”
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  She had still been talking about how amazing Oliver and Shane would be in bed, and rambling on about how maybe they would have a threesome, that she barely noticed I wasn’t following her.

  In the bathroom, I used the paper towels and soap to clean myself as best as I could. My Sir had said no shower, but he’d also told me to get to work, and I couldn’t possibly work with the stickiness between my legs. And, in my defense, this was far from a shower since I could still smell myself. I considered removing my thong because that was probably the thing that most smelled of sex, but I just couldn’t seem to go without panties.

  The rest of the day seemed to go well, and we got a lot accomplished. Shane seemed so enthusiastic about everything I said, and Oliver sketched out every suggestion I made. Somehow they looked even better on paper than they did in my mind. Even Candy was becoming tolerable, because each time she made a lewd remark at Shane, Oliver would mock her behind her back. I knew it wasn’t professional, but I couldn’t help but giggle. Sometimes Oliver even set Shane up, and those seemed to be the best times.

  Shane caught on a few days after Oliver had started with the sexual innuendoes, and did the same back to him. Shane even stepped up the game earlier this week when he told Candy that Oliver was shy, and that even if the woman he was destined to spend the rest of eternity with was sitting right in the room, he probably wouldn’t make a move. She seemed to take it as a personal challenge to get Oliver to open up and ask her out. He didn’t. But he did ask me out again, and again I declined.

  Home was amazing too, and by the following Friday night, I was used to our routine. I would come home from work, make dinner, sometimes watch a little TV, other times read a book, and then head to bed. It seemed I was going to bed earlier and earlier each night as I awaited his call. Occasionally, he asked me to wear lingerie, but usually I was nude. I would kneel there, dripping until the phone rang. My body was conditioned—after only two weeks—to respond to the phone ringing and the soft, yet commanding tone of his voice.