Midnight Caller

by NJ Cole

  I nodded, sniffling.

  “I don’t want you saying rose or mum every time you get a bit uncomfortable, but I do need you to know that you can say them and there will not be consequences. We will stop the scene and discuss it, like we are now, and then decide if we will proceed or end the scene.”

  Relief washed over me as his words sunk in. He wasn’t disappointed in me for using a safe word.

  “And when you are serving me, you will remember how to refer to yourself. He pulled me toward him, pressing my forehead against his thigh. His fingers stroked my hair, and I felt a calm spread throughout my body.

  “Are you alright now?” His words were gentle and soothing.

  I nodded and pulled myself away from his legs, readjusting myself into the waiting position.

  “Would you like to end the scene for tonight, continue the scene, or go back and try that again? You may speak.”

  He was asking me what I wanted. What I wanted was not to have called rose, but it turned out that it had been a good thing. Now I knew it would be alright. My Sir wasn’t mad. I knew I didn’t want to end the scene, either. I wanted to continue after that part or go back and try it again. I hated failing at anything. “Sir, your butterfly would like to try it again.”

  “Such a good girl,” he purred. “But it would have been fine if you had decided to end the scene.”

  I nodded.

  He began to move, and I felt him pull me to my feet. I was again shackled by my wrists and ankles. Once secured, I felt the flogger gently caressing my ass, and before long, the soft tails were striking my skin. This time when they moved to my pussy, my Sir seemed to take it slower, giving me time to calm a bit between strokes. He moved to the front of me, and when the flogger hit my pussy lips from that angle, it felt amazing and I groaned.

  “Does that feel good, butterfly?”

  I knew not to answer, so I bit my bottom lip.

  “I bet it does. I love how your pussy lips swell with each stroke of the flogger. Your body pleases me. Now I want to see you come. Come for me, butterfly.”

  He flicked the flogger between my legs. Each time I got closer, until I was trembling. I felt his mouth on my nipple once again as he flogged me faster and faster. I had nothing to grind my clit on, so I knew I’d have to rely on the steady beat of the flogger tails.

  They worked perfectly.

  My body tensed, and I screamed out as I lost all control. The orgasm started deep within me and spread out quickly. I continued screaming as the wetness shot from my body. I could feel that I was coming, and since my Sir kept flogging me, my wetness went everywhere.

  I knew I was squirting uncontrollably, and in my position, with my legs spread wide, there was no way to hide it. He used the flogger a few more times and then, while I caught my breath, he flicked lightly at the butterflies that were hanging from my nipples.

  I heard the sound of his zipper and knew his penis was out, only inches from my body. A few steps forward and one deep thrust, and he would be inside of me. I braced myself for the feeling, but it never came. Instead, I heard the quiet sounds of his hand stroking himself.

  “Your body is dripping with your come, and your pussy is flowered open like a lily. It pleases me, little one. You need to keep very still so I can finish.”

  I groaned but stayed perfectly still as I tried to picture my pussy the way he’d described it—flowered open for him. I could feel my come dripping from between my legs, and the come I’d squirted earlier running in small trails down my body.

  I could hear him moving his hand faster and faster. He roared loudly, and I felt his come hit my body. I’d gotten used to the fact that it would feel cool. I beamed with pride as I felt the growing wet spot on my stomach, knowing I pleased my Sir enough that it brought him an orgasm.

  I smiled contentedly as I felt gravity take over and pull the come down in between the slit of my pussy lips. I moaned as the liquid slid over my clit, and then panicked for a moment, recalling stories about how women who’d never had sex had become pregnant from similar things. The panic was fleeting though, as I realized how unlikely it was. I shouldn’t have worried anyway, because Sir left and quickly returned with a warm wet towel, wiping his come from my body.

  “You will wear your butterflies until I tell you to remove them. Do you understand?” he asked as he began to remove the restraints from my wrists and ankles.

  I nodded in response.

  “And you will clean up this mess you have made, then write about tonight in your journal.”

  I nodded again. It was easier to write my feelings in the journal than to say them out loud to my Sir.

  After I cleaned the room and wrote in my journal, I dressed and went down to my apartment. I’d decided not to wear my bra, and each time I moved, the butterflies moved as well, reminding me they were there. I knew I had a huge smile on my face for the rest of the night, which thankfully was an early one because I was exhausted.

  Chapter 28

  Sir

  I’d gotten a lot more out of our scene than I’d expected tonight. Initially, I’d wanted to teach her the inspection position, but we were also able to work through her using a safe word. I knew why she’d called rose. I hadn’t planned on pushing her at the beginning of the session, but it just seemed to work out perfectly. It was a lesson I had planned to have soon. I needed her to call rose, just so she knew she could do it—especially if I wanted to really push her limits.

  She’d responded wonderfully, first calling rose, then dropping to her knees and respectfully telling me her reason for using the safe word. She’d stood there, like a good girl, as I came all over her body, not even flinching as my come hit her mound.

  While heading to the observation room to watch her clean the playroom, my phone vibrated with a text. It was from Payton.

  Come out with us tonight. We miss you.

  I had seen them nearly every day for the past eighty years, but lately I’d been keeping to myself. I wanted to watch my butterfly, so I texted back.

  Sorry, I have plans.

  Looking at the monitors, I saw Bec remove her blindfold and begin cleaning the room, which didn’t take long. After that, she wrote in her journal for about five minutes. None of her entries had surprised me yet, but it was still nice to know that we were on the same page. When she left the penthouse for her apartment, I left too, heading to my own.

  I had just gotten inside when I got another text from Payton.

  Are you sure?

  Was she kidding? Yes, I was sure. I texted the simple three-letter word.

  I could smell their scents long before I heard the knock on my door.

  “Just open the door, Bro,” Shane said. “You know how it’s going to work out, so why don’t you just save us all some time and let us in.”

  He was right. It was better to just give in to Payton right away, because you knew you were eventually going to.

  I swung the door open wide, and the four of them walked into my apartment.

  “Lovely place you’re living in, Oliver,” Sydney said with her nose turned up.

  “Shame you don’t keep a ball gag in her mouth at all times, Shane,” I said in response.

  I saw Caleb smirk, but none of the other three thought it was funny.

  I listened to them engage in small talk while occasionally looking over at Bec. She’d had her two glasses of water and was currently changing into her nighty. I saw the butterflies catch the light.

  The conversation in my apartment continued while she finished getting ready for bed, eventually sitting in the waiting position.

  “Excuse me a moment. I need to make a phone call,” I said, a bit annoyed that I’d have an audience.

  When she picked up, I hoped to compliment her specifically on saying rose today, but wanting to keep that between the two of us, I kept it general.

  “You were wonderful tonight, butterfly. I would like you to climb into bed and turn off the lights, then remove your butterflies for the n
ight. You will put them on again when you wake in the morning.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied like a good girl.

  I wasn’t sure if her nipples could handle wearing them all night, and I wanted her to remove them in the dark. I knew the others could still see her just as easily, but it was my silent way of telling them that this was a private moment between butterfly and me.

  I watched as she did as I asked, and then turned to see four people staring at me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing, really,” Payton said a bit too quickly and with a smile.

  I was never all that social, but tonight I knew I was being downright rude. I wanted to watch my butterfly fall asleep. Hell, I’d wanted to play with her a bit, too, before she did, but there I was, stuck entertaining.

  “Is there something you all want?” I asked in a clipped tone.

  “Well actually, Bro, we want you to come out with us,” Shane said.

  “I don’t want to go anywhere. I’ve already told you,” I answered crossly, hoping they would get my point.

  “That is unacceptable, Oliver Durant. Next Wednesday night, you are coming out with us—just for an hour—unless you’d like us to come over here every night next week instead.” Payton looked at me and I knew she was serious. She’d do it.

  “Fine, next Wednesday—one hour.”

  In the morning, when Bec woke up, I watched with a growing erection as she placed the butterfly charms back on her nipples.

  She had learned our routine well. She would get up to use the restroom and brush her teeth, and then bring her phone to where she kneeled in front of the window. I didn’t like her to be there long, because at that time of day, it was possible for other humans to see into her apartment if they were looking. While I enjoyed watching her, I didn’t share very well.

  “Good morning, butterfly,” I said into the phone. “I see that you put your jewelry on. Don’t your nipples look beautiful?”

  I loved how she smiled and bit her lip at the compliment, as if she didn’t know her breasts were spectacular. “Do you like wearing them?”

  “Oh, Sir. I love them. They are beautiful, and they make me feel sexy.”

  “Good, then you shall wear them all day, beautiful.”

  Okay, I knew it was at my request that she was wearing the butterflies, but they were supposed to keep her aroused all day, not me. I’d thought I could handle it, but I knew exactly what they looked like, and because of my superior vision, I could see the outlines of them through her blouse.

  I could tell Bec was having a hard time concentrating, too. Each time she moved, the butterflies would shift slightly, keeping her nipples constantly hard. She would drift off occasionally and get lost in thought. I could only hope it was about me and the playroom.

  “Bec! Earth to Bec!” Candy said in her nasally voice.

  “Wow, you were a million miles away. Want to share what you were thinking about?” Shane teased.

  I watched her cheeks turn pink.

  “Or should I say, who you were thinking about?” he added, laughing.

  “I’m sure Bec wasn’t thinking about a guy. You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?” Candy simpered.

  Bec looked at Candy, then at the table. It was clear she really felt put on the spot and didn’t know how to answer.

  “I really don’t think Rebecca’s relationship status is our business.”

  “I’m sorry, Bec. Maybe you just need a night out. I know this great club where people go to relieve stress. Oliver and I are going next Wednesday night with our family. Do you want to come?” Then in a voice so low that only I could hear he added, “I’d love to see her come as you spanked her. Maybe she can wear those hot nipple clamps to the club.”

  Rage consumed me in an instant.

  “Mother fucker!” I yelled. “She is not going to that club!”

  Shane had offered in what I was sure came across as a friendly gesture, but I knew it was only to piss me off—and it did. I didn’t think it was funny to joke about taking her to a place full of Bocaj to watch her perform sexual acts. Kidding or not, I wasn’t amused. Clearly from the stares I was getting from Candy and Bec, they thought I’d overreacted.

  I tried to recover. “I’m sorry. I just, well…”

  “Yeah, I guess it is a pretty rough crowd,” Shane said, laughing. ‘Rough crowd’ was an understatement. Verde was a BDSM club that Gabriel and Caroline opened to share the lifestyle with others. The club was comprised of both Bocaj and human members, though for obvious reasons, our kind played on a completely separate floor. You would be surprised at the number of Bocaj who liked the lifestyle. It was no place for Bec to be. Humans never went to the floor of Verde we would be visiting on Wednesday, and Shane was well aware of that.

  “We could be gentle, you know. You could take her pussy while I fucked her ass,” he whispered, too low for the human ear.

  I knew he was just fucking with me, so I didn’t respond further and tried to regain composure by drawing. I still had an erection from watching my butterfly squirm, and wanted to calm down some. I listened to her heartbeat and breathing. When I heard it hitch slightly I looked up to see her with her eyes closed, gently brushing the butterfly on her nipple through her shirt.

  I nearly came in my pants, but the arousal I detected from Shane put me more into protection mode than lust mode. I lowered my voice to what I thought was below human range and growled at him. He got the message, but apparently Bec heard too, because her eyes popped open just in time to catch me staring at her nipples.

  Fuck!

  Chapter 29

  Shane

  The last twenty-four hours had definitely been different, but the last five minutes had taken the cake. Last night, Payton insisted that we go over to Oliver’s house. She told us that she had talked to Gabriel, and he said Oliver had to go to Verde with us next Wednesday because it would change his life. I had no idea why, but I’d stopped doubting Gabriel decades ago. If he said Oliver needed to go, then I was sure he did.

  At his apartment, he was completely obsessed with Bec. I didn’t blame him—she was sexy, smart, and funny! She was no Sydney, but hell, she’d make a damn good sub and an amazing lay if that was possible, which was why I was thinking about spanking and fucking her when Ollie went all mental on me. I mean, sure I’d been teasing him and I’d brought up Verde, but who could blame me? He had to know her scent would be affecting me too, but that I wouldn’t have really done it. For one thing, I loved Sydney and would never cheat on her, but more importantly, Bec was human, and I was pretty sure one Bocaj cock would kill her, let alone two.

  To make matters even more difficult, Bec had those fuck hot nipple decorations on under her shirt and kept wiggling around in her seat. The room, which was always thick with her scent, was insanely filled with the aroma of her arousal this morning.

  Oliver wasn’t helping, either, with the way he was staring at her breasts constantly when she wasn’t looking. And then she actually closed her eyes and rubbed her nipples. So yeah, I responded physically to that. I couldn’t help it. Bocaj instinct made me want to throw her on the table, rip her clothes off, and sink my cock into her tight little body. Instinct also told me that she was mated and that I’d be in a fight to the death if I tried to claim her, so when Ollie growled at me in warning, it was easy to resist the urge. The problem was, Bec had heard the growl, too, and looked up to catch Ollie staring at her breasts.

  They sat there, eyes locked—Bec’s open wide in shock, Oliver looking like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

  As fun as it was to watch Oliver squirm, I felt bad for Bec.

  “Hey, what do you think about using this face for the referee?” I suggested, trying to help change the subject.

  “Oh yeah!” Candy exclaimed, completely oblivious to what was going on around her. If anyone deserved to get fucked to death, it was her. I was sure if I brought Candy home, submissive in the bedroom or not, Sydney would grab a strap
on and fuck Candy to death herself. In an attempt to make up for earlier, I whispered my thought to Oliver, earning a chuckle from him which let me know all was well.

  Chapter 30

  Sir

  I thought of how her butterfly nipple rings gently teased her breasts and of how sexy she looked when she rubbed them with her fingers. I groaned at the memory as I emptied my balls into the tissue in my left hand. It was the first time I’d ever jerked off in my office, but there wasn’t time to get home before my dick exploded.

  I had no idea how she got me so excited. It wasn’t normal, and I couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was something I could ask Gabriel about.

  As if he knew I was thinking about him, he knocked softly on the door, calling out, “Oliver, may I come in?”

  “Of course, Gabriel,” I said, tucking my cock back into my pants and disposing of the tissue.

  “I just wanted to see how it was going. I was hoping you’d take the afternoon off—go for a run with me. You need a break.”

  It had been a while since I’d used my muscles, and I did need a break. Maybe that was the reason I’d been so short today and lost my temper. “Yeah, that sounds good,” I answered.

  An hour later, I sat under a tree, my muscles alive from use.

  “So, tell me what’s on your mind, Son,” Gabriel prompted.

  “I worry I’m not a good Dom anymore,” I finally admitted after several minutes.

  “Why do you feel that way?” Gabriel asked, sounding like the perfect shrink.

  “I’m not in control with her the way I’ve always been with my subs.”

  “What’s different?”

  “I really don’t know. In the past it was more of a desire to be with them, to dominate and control them. They were my toys. With Rebecca it’s different. It’s more of a need than a want, and I don’t need to dominate her and control her. Well, yes I do, but not like before. Now, I really just need to protect her and teach her.”