Midnight Caller

by NJ Cole

  Gabriel smiled.

  “What? What aren’t you telling me?”

  “Oliver, this, like most lessons in life, we have to learn in our own way. You will come to solve your problem.”

  “I hope so, because it only seems to be getting worse. Honestly, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to give her up in a year. I can imagine going the rest of my life and still not getting my fill of her.”

  “Think about that, Oliver,” Gabriel said softly. “But I will give you a bit of advice that might help you in the immediate future. First, keep using the machine and getting sunlight. The higher your UV intake, the less animalistic you will feel in terms of hunting. As for the other draw you feel toward her, keep doing what you were doing in your office this afternoon, but for goodness sake, Oliver, come on her, not into a tissue. That is, after all, what good submissives are for.”

  Gabriel was right; I needed to come on my butterfly. It didn’t seem to matter how many times I came, I was always ready for more. I supposed it was a Bocaj thing. In the past, an orgasm would give me relief for the day, maybe even up to a week. But lately, if I even thought of my butterfly—which was constantly—my balls would fill and then ache until I gave them release.

  “I just can’t seem to get rid of this intense need,” I said out loud as Gabriel and I were heading back from the run. “It’s like my drive to hunt. The only difference is, I can quell that.”

  “And her taste, that doesn’t help?” Gabriel mused. “Hmmm, that surprises me.”

  “What do you mean, her taste? I haven’t tried to ingest her!”

  “No, Oliver,” Gabriel said, smiling at my apparent lack of understanding. “I mean her feminine taste. Caroline’s calls to me and it calms my sexual appetite.”

  “Wait, that calms our primal urges?”

  “Yes, it seems to have the same effect on satiating our appetite as food or sunlight. In addition, it calms our sex drive. After consuming female come, we are in such a relaxed state, our lives would have to be threatened for it to even be possible to elongate our fangs and produce toxin. I’m really not sure why it is so powerful, but it is. I don’t know how you didn’t know. I figured you knew everything about our sex lives. Hell, Shane starts out every morning by eating Sydney, and why do you think Caleb is so calm all of the time? It’s because Payton loves it when he drinks from her like that.”

  I thought about it, and I’d seen them all do it from time to time. I just figured they were doing it to do it, not because it was actually curbing their sexual appetites.

  “Didn’t Gretchen’s have that effect on you?” Gabriel asked after a few minutes of silence.

  “I’ve never tried,” I admitted. “She was my submissive, there for my pleasure. She served me, not the other way around.”

  “Jesus, Oliver! Maybe that’s why you’re wound so tight.” He started chuckling.

  “I really don’t see how this is funny. It’s not like I can go and taste my butterfly, and I’m sure as hell not going back to Gretchen.”

  Gabriel stopped laughing and looked at me. “And why exactly can’t you taste your butterfly?”

  Gabriel had me thinking. Why couldn’t I taste her? I mean, originally I would have thought that any flavor like that would make me lose control, but now I was beginning to question my beliefs. Gabriel had joked about me being wound tight, but maybe that was part of why I had to be so controlling. If my butterfly was safe, I’d be willing to try anything to satisfy my lust for more than an hour.

  “Gabriel, I want to try this, but only if there is no danger of my fangs elongating and me injecting her with my toxin. I won’t do it if there is any risk of harming my butterfly.”

  “There should be no danger of you releasing your toxin during or after drinking from her. Of course, if you attempted intercourse you could hurt her with your sheer size and strength, but I believe it’s safe, Oliver, because of what you just said.”

  “How do you know it’s safe from what I just said?” I asked, hoping for more clarity.

  “You just said that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. I believe you. And if you wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, then she will be safe. Oliver, your desire to protect her is much stronger than any urges you have as a Bocaj.”

  He was right. I had always been protective of my submissives, but with Bec, the need to protect was even stronger.

  “There are a few precautions you can take. Using the UV machine is definitely one of them. It would also probably be a good idea to restrain her so that she can’t move. Perhaps you can use your kinbaku.”

  I thought about how amazing she would look with my intricate knots holding her body just how I wanted it.

  “I think that it might be a good idea to ejaculate right before you try it, as well. It might help you with control. Personally, I like to ejaculate at the same time that I enjoy Caroline’s flavor. Most Bocaj do.”

  I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

  “I can show you if you’d like.” He pulled out his cell phone and began playing a video.

  “I was training a new Dom and his submissive the other day. Sometimes I record scenes to use in additional trainings later. They are both aware that I may share this video.”

  An image appeared of a woman lying flat on her back. She was wearing a green corset and black stockings. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was heavily made up. She wasn’t at all the type I would go for, but I didn’t suppose that was why Gabriel was showing me this video. A man walked into the frame and knelt, one knee on either side of her head. Immediately he began fucking her mouth, his cock sliding between her bright red lips. There was nothing unusual about this. I’d fucked the faces of many submissives. What happened next was what intrigued me. The Dom spread the submissive's legs wide and held her pussy lips apart. He began fucking his tongue in and out of her pussy, his thrusts becoming more erratic. When he pulled back from her body—his face wet with her juices—the look in his eyes was of pure lust. A few seconds after commanding her to come, fluid rushed from her body and he moved toward it quickly, consuming every drop. He grunted, causing the submissive to swallow repeatedly.

  As I told Gabriel, I’d seen this done before, but had always turned away. I wasn’t interested in this part of a couple’s relationship. Had I stuck around for a few minutes more, I’d have seen what I witnessed next on the video. The Dom, his face dripping with her arousal, rolled off of her with a look of complete bliss on his face.

  I thought back to the look in his eyes right before he drank from her. That was how I felt all the time with butterfly. Looking at his face now, I couldn’t help but wonder if it would be possible for me to feel that peaceful.

  Just as I was about to speak to Gabriel, another woman walked onto the screen. It was Caroline dressed as a schoolgirl. She had on the classic plaid skirt, white shirt, knee high socks and Mary Janes. “Do you want to come for me?” I heard Gabriel’s voice ask from behind the camera.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said, twirling her hair around her finger.

  At that point, I turned away from the small screen and looked at the ground. While I was aware of what my parents did, I didn’t want to watch a video of it.

  Gabriel coughed. “Um, well, I meant to stop earlier, but I guess I got lost in the moment.”

  “No problem, Daddy,” I joked.

  Chapter 31

  butterfly

  Work was stranger than usual. Don’t get me wrong, I’d been loving it since I’d been assigned to the project. Not only was it what I’d always wanted to do with my career, but it was fun working with my team.

  I was really starting to like Oliver and Shane a lot, though honestly, I liked Shane more. He seemed like the big brother type: fun to hang out with and easy going. Oliver was different. He was extremely attractive, and I was sure that my Sir and Oliver wore the same cologne because they smelled similar, though I thought my Sir smelled better. Maybe if it weren’t for my Sir, I would have accepted
Oliver’s invitation to dinner—but there was my Sir, and he was all I could think about, even at work.

  And to make matters worse, today I was wearing the butterflies. Each time I moved, I felt them shift slightly, keeping my nipples constantly hard. I closed my eyes for a moment, just listening to the sketching sound Oliver’s pencil made against the paper. It reminded me of the sound my Sir made in the playroom. I was so lost in the moment that I’d forgotten I wasn’t alone and rubbed my hand across my nipple, feeling the butterfly through the shirt. I heard a low moan, bringing me back from my memories. My eyes flew open to see Oliver first staring at my chest, then glancing upward to lock gazes with me.

  I didn’t know what he was thinking, though he was probably disgusted. Shane joked around a lot, and Candy always made sexual innuendos, but Oliver was very professional. If he knew what I was thinking about, he would have probably had the company fire me on the spot for being a sexual deviant. If he knew the things I’d allowed my Sir to do—no, begged my Sir to do to me—I was sure he’d have a heart attack. Oliver, while sexy in his own way, probably only ever had sex missionary style. Although, I did have to admit his outburst today let me see that there might be another side to him.

  If I wasn’t busy at work, and always daydreaming about my Sir, I might have tried to figure him out more. It didn’t matter much today though, because Oliver left right after lunch and didn’t come back for the rest of the day.

  Shane, Candy and I didn’t get much work done without him, either, what with Candy throwing herself at Shane, and he and I making fun of her behind her back and in front of her face. I swear, sometimes she was so thick.

  My favorite part of the afternoon was when she’d said, “Oh, Shane, I’ve got an itch that I just can’t scratch.”

  And Shane winked at me and said to Candy, “You might want to see a doctor about that itching.”

  I was still giggling about it when I walked into my apartment building hours later—nipples hard and panties soaking wet.

  Eat.

  Shower.

  Playroom.

  6:00

  That was all that was on the note stuck to my door. I wondered if any of my neighbors had seen it and questioned what the hell it was about, but then I realized that I really didn’t care.

  I went in and quickly ate dinner. I only had half an hour until I was supposed to be in the playroom.

  It was difficult taking a shower without removing my butterfly jewelry, but I managed and had five minutes to spare when I started getting dressed. Knowing I didn’t have much time, I just slipped a dress on over my head, no bra. I slid a pair of panties on, slid my feet into a pair of sandals, and headed for the elevator.

  When I got to the playroom, there was the usual blindfold, collar and leash on the table, but this time there was a huge coil of rope with them. I touched it and discovered that it was soft. My Sir had restrained me before, but seeing this amount of rope made me nervous. I also saw the flogger and couldn’t hold back my smile. Next to the flogger was the same glass dildo he’d used that first night on me. I half hoped it wouldn’t be another night like that, and half hoped it would.

  I got into the waiting position and was excited to hear my Sir’s footsteps only moments later. Silently, he put the collar around my neck.

  “Inspection position,” he said in barely a whisper.

  I shifted my position and felt his cool hands ghost over my body.

  “Today especially, my butterfly will need to tell me if she needs to call rose or mum. Will butterfly do that? Speak.”

  I felt the goose bumps break out at his words. What the hell was he planning? I knew I would be safe, though, and that I could use the safe words if I felt the need to. “Yes, Sir,” I answered confidently.

  Chapter 32

  Sir

  She was spectacular, as usual, as she knelt in her waiting position, and then even more so when she moved to the inspection position.

  After reminding her to use her safe words, I clipped the leash on her and led her to the flat bench off to the side of the room. It looked like a plain, flat examination table with padding and black leather, but underneath the table was where the real beauty lay. There were bolts every two inches, allowing me to use them in my knot tying. I’d been studying kinbaku for three decades now, and I was an expert at binding bodies just like I’d wanted them. Although I’d never participated in a scene with Caleb, Payton and her little girl, I’d done bindings for them. Of course, for them it was more symbolic, as either little girl or Caleb could have broken the ropes easily, and both had the ability to stay perfectly still for as long as requested. Payton had loved it so much, she’d kept her little girl like that for the entire day. I recalled her face when she’d walked into her playroom to find her submissive suspended from the ceiling, bound in thousands of knots, legs spread wide. Payton had thanked me profusely and then suggested that I lick her pet’s pussy while Caleb fucked her mouth. I declined, though. After my run with Gabriel, I realized that she was offering me her taste to calm my sexual appetite. What she didn’t get was that kinbaku didn’t turn me on sexually. Well, at least it hadn’t. Things had apparently changed, because currently, as I was leading my butterfly to the bench, my cock was straining hard against my pants and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I removed them and was binding my little one in the nude.

  I lifted her body onto the table and positioned her near the edge so that I’d be more easily able to drink from her if all went well.

  I began wrapping the rope around her left thigh. Her body was limp, indicating she trusted me fully. With each twist of the rope, each knot, I felt her trust in me grow and, in turn, my confidence.

  As I tied the last knot, I stared at her body, ready for me. She seemed almost asleep, her breathing slow and even.

  “What flower are you on, butterfly?”

  “Lily, Sir,” she said thickly.

  I wanted to taste her now, but I also wanted to be sure I was in control. Gabriel and I had gone over this earlier. First I would fuck her with a dildo until she came. I would also come to relieve some stress. At that point, I’d taste a bit and then see how it went from there.

  I picked up the glass dildo and rubbed it around her pussy. Her legs quivered, but they didn’t move. I watched her flex her muscles, yet she didn’t budge. She bit her lower lip as I slid the cool glass into her body. The sound she made as it filled her was exquisite.

  Beginning slowly then increasing the tempo, I stroked my cock to the rhythm I was using on my butterfly with the dildo. It wasn’t long before she was panting and moaning. Her moans turned to screams, and then the room was filled with a deafening silence as I realized my butterfly was holding her breath to try to stave off her orgasm.

  “Come,” I whispered into the still room.

  She let out a scream like I hadn’t heard from her before as I rubbed my cock one final time and shot my come onto her breasts.

  Her body had a sheen of perspiration on it and her pussy was glistening. It was now or never. I reached forward and dipped my two fingers in the place the dildo had been moments earlier. Pulling them back, I brought them up to my lips, ready to flee if I became too aroused.

  I touched my finger with the tip of my tongue, and immediately, the flavor filled my mouth. My entire body changed, like I was ready to strike. At first it felt like my fangs were going to elongate and the toxin would begin to flow, but I realized quickly the intense feeling I was having was the desire for more of what I’d just tasted. I didn’t want to paralyze or devour my butterfly, I wanted to drink her essence, my body craving more of the flavor I’d just licked from my fingertips. There were no words to describe the tangy yet sweet flavor of my girl, other than to say it tasted like nectar from the gods.

  I sucked my fingers, but the taste was gone in moments. I considered plunging them back in and repeating the process, but the yearning was too intense; I needed to drink directly from the source.

  Keeping in mind one of the
precautions Gabriel had suggested, I took a drink from the styrofoam cup of boiling water I’d placed there earlier. I held it in my mouth until I felt the warmth seep in, bringing my lips and tongue, which had just been room temperature, to nearly 100 degrees to match her body. I returned the water to the cup and looked back at my butterfly.

  Using my hands, I held her legs still even though I’d tied them securely, and allowed myself between her thighs. As frenzied as I was feeling, I was still in control. Gabriel was right: my desire to protect her was overriding my desire to consume her. Slowly, I leaned in and licked. The taste was heavenly. Surely all women couldn’t taste like this. It seemed like her taste had to have been created just for me. I dipped my tongue in further and swirled it around at the source, gathering as much flavor as I could. I licked between her folds. I licked her clit, which swelled beneath my tongue. I licked her everywhere, again and again, until my beautiful butterfly was panting and whining. I realized she was holding back her orgasm once again, and with a feeling of euphoria, I gave her permission to come.

  The liquid that spurted into my mouth a few moments later reminded me of the arterial bursts I would get when I’d hunted so many years ago. Her flavor coated my mouth and the back of my throat, and I drank it down eagerly. It was amazing the way it instantly calmed me.

  I licked up any of her remaining essence and stepped back to make sure my little one was alright. I could hear her heartbeat and her even breathing, so I knew physically she was ok, but I wanted to make sure it hadn’t been too much for her.

  “What flower are you on, my beautiful girl?”

  “Mmmmmm. Lily, Sir, soooo lily,” she giggled.

  I was in heaven. She loved it, and damn it if I wasn’t going to try that again.

  “Such a good girl. Shall I do it again?”

  She didn’t answer my question. Her response didn’t matter anyway, unless it was to use a safe word. I’d do what I wanted with her body, though I liked that she had enjoyed it.