by NJ Cole
”You are learning well, my little one. Such a dirty little girl, to love to be tied up like this and licked until orgasm.” I heard a groan slip from her lips and smelled her fresh arousal. I wanted more, and I knew my girl came hard when she was flogged. Picking up the flogger, I brushed her inner thigh with the soft tails.
“Do you like this?” I brought the flogger down hard on her inner thigh.
She yelped but did not speak.
“Look at that,” I said, bringing it down again, making another loud noise as it struck her flesh.
Once again, she yelped.
“I know you like it. Tell me you like it,” I said, hitting her harder and closer to her throbbing clit. “Speak.”
“Yes, butterfly loves it,” she moaned.
“Because butterfly is a dirty little girl, isn’t that right?” I asked, bringing the flogger down even closer to her clit.
“Yes, butterfly is a dirty little girl.” As she made the admission, I brought the flogger down directly on her pussy. She squealed in both pleasure and pain.
“You are a dirty girl, but you are a good girl and I’m going to reward you. I’m going to finish flogging you, and then I will taste you again. You may make noise and come when and as often as you’d like.”
I’d given her permission to come at her own pace, and she was wet again when I leaned forward and inhaled her scent. I flattened my tongue and licked her in one long stroke from her ass to her clit.
“OH GOD!” she screamed out as my tongue flicked her clit at the end of my long lick. I loved to hear her come undone.
I thrust my tongue into her, using it to gather more juices and earning myself another round of “oh gods,” chanted rapidly as I thrust it in and out.
When I would find that I couldn’t gather more juices, I’d move my mouth to her clit and suck gently, sometimes worrying it between my lips, other times flicking at it with my tongue. After a few minutes of that, I would dip my tongue into her again to gather my reward.
I licked my way back up to her clit and began my teasing again. She was grunting and groaning, and I knew I had to give her some relief. My tongue moved faster and pressed just a little bit harder as she chanted, “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.”
I tried pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy to help her come. She moaned and groaned, her clit swelled further, and her body began to shake. She knew she had permission, yet she didn’t come.
Maybe she’d forgotten she could come at will, but the frustrated scream she let out, told me that wasn’t true. She was trying to come, but couldn’t. I wanted her to come as much as she did.
“Come,” I growled, more out of frustration than as a command, but it seemed to work nonetheless because her entire body convulsed. I only had an instant to move my mouth to cover her pussy as she screamed out and began squirting onto my eager tongue.
Apparently my little butterfly had difficulty coming without my command.
I had every intention of licking her like this for the rest of the night until she either called mum or passed out, but with each swallow of the liquid that was still pouring into my mouth, I became more and more satiated.
“Mmmmmm, my Sir. Oh, my Sir,” she mumbled as I licked at her swollen lips languidly. I felt what I could only describe as being drunk, high perhaps, from her juices.
She whimpered softly when my tongue touched her clit. I knew she could take a lot more, she’d proven it over and over again, but I didn’t need her to. I felt completely satisfied.
I pulled back and stared down at her body. A feeling washed over me, stronger than the euphoria I’d been experiencing. This wasn’t an effect of the liquid sex I’d just consumed. No longer frantic in my need to consume her, I was able to see things clearly. She was mine, and she was perfect. As ridiculous as it sounded—a human woman and a Bocaj—I knew she was perfect for me. And through all the haze, two things came into focus: first, she was mine, and second, I loved her.
I loved her.
I loved her.
I said it to myself over and over as I untied each knot, unwound each length of rope.
I loved her.
I had no idea how she felt about me, and I supposed it didn’t matter. Humans weren’t capable of feelings to the depth that Bocaj felt. I’d die for her—to protect her. I’d known it for a while; I just hadn’t been able to admit it. But yes, I loved her.
I bit back the bitter laughter at the irony that I would finally find a mate after nearly two centuries of walking this Earth, and still not be able to have her. I knew I should be more upset, but the euphoria of tasting her still had me high, and looking at her now unbound body, lying limply before me, brought up such a swell of love that I had a hard time thinking any negative thoughts.
“Butterfly,” I said gently, “can you move your legs?”
I watched as she stretched them out and attempted to stand. She winced, and I didn’t even let her put her full weight on them before I scooped her into my arms. I took a sheet from a drawer and draped it over her. On the way out of the playroom, I grabbed her clothes and journal.
She didn’t question me as I carried her from the penthouse to her apartment, or when I lay her in her bed. She was nearly asleep when I kissed her on the forehead.
“Thank you for tonight, my butterfly.”
She mumbled a response, but I couldn’t catch what she said. I placed her journal on the end table next to her bed, folded her clothes, and put the keys to her apartment on top of them.
I let myself out and headed back to the playroom to clean up and to try to sort out what I’d just discovered.
When the elevator doors opened, I really wasn’t all that surprised to see him there. “So now you know. The question is: what are you going to do about it?”
Chapter 33
Gabriel
I knew the moment he knew. Hundreds of different scenarios flashed through my mind as he grappled with the knowledge that Bec was his mate.
I’d been relaxing after a nice visit with Sydney when I had my prophecy. Caroline and Payton were sitting on the couch, talking quietly while Payton’s little girl was curled up at her feet.
“He knows,” I said aloud.
“He knows?” Payton asked, grabbing little girl’s leash and walking over to me.
Caleb and Shane, who had, of all things, been designing and throwing paper airplanes, paused for a moment. Sydney looked up from her laptop where she’d been trading stocks.
“It’s about fucking time!” Shane boomed, throwing his plane. It sailed through the air, catching the different currents that were easily visible to our superior eyes by just watching the tiny particles in the air. It landed two inches shy of Caleb’s plane. “Fuck,” he muttered, shaking his head and then looking back to me. “Ok, so now what do we do about Oliver?”
“I’m going to go talk to him. It really depends on what he’s going to do. The decision is his to make.”
“I didn’t know there was a decision when it came to mates,” Caleb said, smiling at Payton.
“Well, not in any of our cases. We were all Bocaj, and we all felt it at the same time. It was…possible. With Oliver, it’s different. In order for this to happen, a lot of decisions have to be made—hard decisions.”
“Hard decisions meaning that he will have to decide if he wants to be with her for just a while and let her be human, or change her,” Sydney said, closing her laptop and standing.
“Yes. That’s why I told you we had to wait for him to figure it out on his own. If we would have told him that Bec was his mate before he met her, or even in the beginning, he would have just left and not put either of them through this, but I know that it’s going to all work out,” I explained.
“Why don’t you just go tell Oliver that?” Payton asked me.
“I can’t. I can’t tell him how it all works out or he’ll never go for it. But I can nudge him along,” I smiled. “Besides, he’s going to need to talk to someone, and I think after what I showed h
im earlier today, Oliver might need a little time with his butterfly.”
“What did you show him?” Caleb asked.
“I showed him a video of a Dom enjoying breakfast from his submissive. Apparently he hadn’t done it before, so I wanted to show him a bit.”
Caleb’s brows furrowed. “Hadn’t done it before with Bec, or hadn’t done it before ever?”
“Ever.”
Shane burst into laughter. “HOLY FUCK! Maybe that’s why he’s wound so damn tight.”
“That’s what I said,” I replied, smirking.
“How the hell can he resist Bec? I mean, she smells so fucking good sometimes at work I just want to—” Shane stopped mid-sentence when he saw the look on Sydney’s face. She was his submissive, but she was also his wife.
“Oh, go on. Finish your thought.” Her words were cold, and if Shane had any brains in his head, he would not tell her what he wanted to do to Bec. They had the kind of relationship where it was allowed, but still, I doubted Sydney wanted to hear about it.
“Uh…her scent makes me want to run home to you,” he replied, attempting to save himself. “I want to taste you right now.”
At the shift in conversation, I could detect a wave of fresh arousal from the four women, my Caroline in particular. I wished I could take her home and enjoy, but I knew Oliver might need to talk.
“I’d love to stay, but I need to go over and make sure Oliver is alright.”
“Want us to come?” Shane asked, his offer genuine, though I could tell he wanted to stay and play with his pet.
“No, I’ve got this. I’ll be back soon, and when I am, I’ll show you two how to make a proper paper airplane.”
I smiled all the way to Oliver’s new penthouse, watching the images of their future that flashed through my mind. I just knew it was going to work out alright, and I couldn’t wait to be able to eventually meet the newest member of our family.
I arrived before he returned, and let myself in with the key I’d gotten from Payton. Even from where I sat in the living room, I could smell the playroom, and I understood immediately what Shane had meant about her scent. It was intoxicating. It was obvious by the potency of the scent that the playroom had been recently used, and likely not cleaned yet. That was a first for Oliver—to not have his submissive clean the playroom. I briefly wondered if everything was alright, but then I realized that I would be seeing different prophecies if it wasn’t.
A few minutes later, the elevator door opened and Oliver stepped out. I could honestly say I barely recognized him. His walk was different—lighter. The way he carried his body was also different; he looked relaxed, and he was smiling. Smiling. It was definitely a good sign.
“So now you know. The question is: what are you going to do about it?” I asked when he registered my presence.
“How long have you known?” His voice was calm.
“A while,” I answered truthfully. “Are you mad?”
“No, I get it. I don’t know what to do or how to feel now. If you would have told me at the beginning, I’d have left.”
“I know,” I stated simply.
“Does everyone know?” he asked.
“Yes,” I nodded. “And you have everyone’s permission to get Shane back for fucking with you the way he did, knowing she was much more than just a submissive to you.”
Oliver smirked, and I was really glad I wasn’t Shane right then.
“I do have to say, I expected you to be more, I don’t know, upset,” I said, watching his face, trying to read his emotions.
“Maybe I will be tomorrow, but right now, I’m flying high.” He sighed and then frowned. “Tomorrow I’ll deal with the impossibility of it all.”
“Oliver, that’s why I’m here. It’s not impossible.”
“Not impossible? She’s a human and I’m…not. Even if we could be together physically and consummate our bond as mates—which we can’t—I would have, at best, seventy more years with her. And even that is a stretch. She would mature at a human rate but I wouldn’t. She would know something was wrong. So yes, it is impossible.”
I sighed and waited for him to calm down.
“If it’s not impossible, then how?”
“It’s simple really, when you two are done exploring each other in this way, you will change her.”
“Murder her? Inject her with toxin? Are you insane?” He was shouting at me, so I waited patiently for him to finish. After a full minute of him pacing the room, he turned to me and spoke in a level, though restrained, voice. “Gabriel, I won’t attempt the change. It’s far too dangerous. The odds of her survival would be slim, at best.”
“Payton did it for her little girl,” I said in a calm voice.
“Yes, but Payton’s little girl was going to be executed. She would have died anyway. What are you saying, Gabriel? That I should wait until Bec is about to die?”
I nodded.
“Maybe I could wait until she was very old. I could let her go in a year so she could live her life. Then, when she is about to die, I can change her. Yes, she will be old, but it could work, right? It will be hell to wait for her, but what is seventy years in comparison to living millennia with her.”
I didn’t respond, letting him work through things in his head.
“Yes, Gabriel, I can do it!” he said, the hope evident in his voice. “I will change her when her life is ending!”
“Yes, you will,” I said, and for the briefest moment I saw a flash of him injecting Bec with his toxin. She didn’t look old.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Oliver grabbed my shoulders, his eyes wide. Occasionally, when I was standing near another Bocaj, he or she would also see my prophecy, which clearly Oliver had just done.
He was still shaking. “Gabriel, you see it? She didn’t look old. Does something happen to her?”
“Oliver, I see things all the time. The images change depending on decisions we make, like a ripple in a pond. Instead of imagining a pond with one drop of water, imagine it raining—thousands of drops, all creating ripples going in different directions. Nothing is decided yet, and I’m not going to tell you things that might affect your decisions. All I will say is that you can enjoy her as she is now, and when the time comes, she will be genetically altered.”
He nodded his head.
“And Oliver, instead of dwelling on injecting her, think of the bright side—you can keep enjoying her as your human butterfly now, and then as one of us for the next millennia.”
He nodded again, shifting from foot to foot.
“Is there somewhere you need to be?” I tried to hide my smile.
“Well, I just want to make sure she is alright. I uh, I wore her out. It was amazing though, just like you said.”
We stepped into the elevator.
“I’m glad, Son. I’m going to go home and try to get in some time with Caroline before I take Payton and Sydney to the airport so they can go shopping in New York tomorrow.”
We parted ways in front of the building. I smiled at how much more relaxed he was, even in his walk. He’d taken it much better than I’d thought he would, and he even agreed to change her when the time came.
I’d been seeing different prophecies since he started watching her. Some prophecies were where he left all of us and ran off to hide for a century to keep himself away from her. He would live in misery for the rest of his life. But those had stopped when we’d all decided not to tell him Bec was his mate and let him fall for her. He was way too much in love now to run. Even tonight, during his inner conflict about what to do, he never once considered running away and leaving her. Half of it was the Dom in him, who would never abandon his submissive. The other half was his love for her. All that I knew was that it would happen soon. If things went as they appeared to look, his butterfly would only be in her human form for another few months. Mates couldn’t bear to be separated for even a few hours, let alone days, weeks, or years. Even now, I felt Caroline calling to me, and when I got back to he
r, I’d have to take her physically to make me feel whole again.
Chapter 34
butterfly
When the sun shone through the window, I rolled over lazily. I vaguely remember my Sir carrying me to bed. I had been exhausted physically and mentally, never having been eaten like that in my life. Then again, nothing he did was like what I’d ever experienced before.
I got out of bed to shower and wake up, trying to remember more of how I’d gotten here. Had he let me see his face? I didn’t think so, yet my blindfold had been off when I’d woken. I remembered being in the playroom and trying to stand after he’d untied me. I let myself relive the memory.
His arms wrapped around me and he lifted me tight up against his chest. I loved his smell. I closed my eyes to enjoy his scent and the next thing I remembered, I was being placed in my bed.
“Thank you for tonight, my butterfly.”
“Anything for you, Sir. I love serving you.”
I smiled at the memory.
Then panic hit me. Had I said I loved serving him or had I said I loved him? I worried about it until I got to work. It was hard to be worried there.
Oliver was in a very different mood today. He was in such high spirits, and teased Shane even more than Shane usually teased him.
With the mood and atmosphere light, we got so much work done. I knew I should have been excited for the project to be completed, but I was dreading going back to work at my desk every day. It was so nice working in the conference room with people rather than sitting alone in my cubicle. Maybe they would choose me to work on future projects. I’d even be willing to work with Candy again if it meant that I’d get to do what I loved and spend time with such fun artists.
We were almost finished drawing out a new move Shane had suggested for one of the female wrestling characters.
“Damn it!” Oliver said, crumpling up a piece of paper and throwing it into the trash. “I can’t seem to get the muscles right for this take down.”