by NJ Cole
“Let me see?” Candy said, sliding over to him.
He began to sketch again, then shook his head. “Know what would help? Can you try acting this out for me, Bec? Shane, I’m going to need your help, too.” Shane looked up, his eyes wide. “I just need to know how her arms would look. Do you mind standing against the wall?”
Shane hesitantly went to stand with his back pressed to the wall. “Awesome. Now, Bec, I need you to go pin him to the wall. Just hold his shoulders there.”
I stood there, pinning Shane to the wall. We were standing very close, and he seemed to be really uncomfortable.
“We can’t see your arms. Can you take off your jacket?”
I felt like my body was in pretty good shape, though I didn’t have the type of muscles the female wrestler Oliver was drawing did. Apparently it was enough, however, because a few minutes later, Candy said that the sketch looked amazing.
“You two were great. We only have one to go. Shane, I just need you up on the table on your back and Bec, I need you to straddle him.”
I wondered how I was going to do that in my skirt when Shane looked up at the clock. “Oh wow! It’s time for lunch.”
Oliver, who usually preferred to work through lunch, smiled. “Yes, let’s take lunch. We can finish this later.” He stacked up his sketches. “Hey, I’m gonna get something to eat. Maybe you can run home for lunch,” he smiled, talking to Shane. “Oh, that’s right. Sydney went shopping with Payton early this morning. You probably haven’t eaten all day. I’d share my lunch, but you know, I don’t share.” Oliver was smirking, and Shane was sulking. It was clearly an inside joke, but funny at the same time.
We left the conference room and I headed toward the lobby. I’d grab a sandwich from the shop across the street. Usually I packed my lunch, but I’d been distracted this morning by a text from my Sir.
Good morning, butterfly. Enjoy your day.
Before I even hit the elevator, my phone vibrated with another text.
7th floor, office 712.
My heart started to race, my legs tremble. Was he here? My Sir at my work? Any questions I’d had were all eliminated when I opened the door to room 712. The office appeared to be vacant, but there, on the empty desk, was a silk scarf.
I jumped when my phone buzzed again.
Scarf on. Everything else off.
My hands were shaking as I undid my blouse and bra. When I slid my skirt off, my phone vibrated from the corner of the desk.
Fuck. Keep the stockings on.
I stood there in just my stockings, with my blindfold on, trying not to shake. If someone came in, I had no idea what I’d say to explain myself.
I heard the door open, and I held my breath.
“Don’t be afraid, butterfly.” Instantly I calmed, hearing his voice. “I would never put you in danger.”
The sound of the lock clicking calmed me even further.
“Now don’t you look pretty in those stockings? And your pussy, so wet and glistening.”
He grabbed my left knee and lifted my leg high. I could feel the cold air rush against my now exposed pussy. He gave it three quick, yet hard slaps. When I began to groan, his hand slid over my mouth. I inhaled quickly through my nose, not liking my mouth covered.
“Shhh, calm down, baby. I’m going to move my hand, but you have to be quiet.”
I nodded rapidly.
“Good girl,” he said, lowering his hand. “You see, there are people in the offices on either side of us, and they know this office is empty. If you make a sound, they will know someone is here and call security. Security has a key. Now what do you think the guard would think if he walked in here and found you standing like this, with me pleasuring myself with your body?”
I started to tremble again. I even considered calling mum, just ripping off the blindfold and running.
“Now don’t be afraid, butterfly. It’s alright.”
And somehow I knew with his words it would be.
And it was.
He slapped my pussy a few more times, but I held my breath, only making the tiniest sound.
He lifted me and placed me on the big wooden desk. Raising my hips high in the air, he hooked my legs over his shoulders, causing me to be nearly upside down.
His hands were cool, and his tongue felt even colder. He must have had some ice in his mouth, because when his tongue licked between my folds, I shivered. It didn’t take long to warm up though, and when it was darting in and out of my pussy, the intense heat I began to feel made me crave the coolness of his tongue again.
“Come,” he commanded after he’d licked and sucked me into a frenzy.
I gripped the sides of the desk as I came into his mouth. I wanted to scream, but I had no idea who was in the neighboring offices, so I held my breath. My body quivered as he continued to lick me long after I’d come down from my high. I didn’t move a muscle, of course, giving myself to him to use as he pleased.
Chapter 35
Sir
It was a new day, and I meant that in the literal and figurative sense. I felt like the last nearly two hundred years had been one long day, each turn of the calendar blurring into the next. And then, yesterday, I finally found a new beginning.
This morning when the sun rose, I felt refreshed. I was satiated, yet I wanted more. And I’d have more, but I wanted to make my butterfly wait for it. That, and I wanted to make Shane squirm. Before Gabriel had left last night, he told me of a shopping trip that Payton and Sydney were taking. They were catching the red-eye. I knew they would be gone all day, and after what I’d learned from Gabriel about Shane, I knew that he wouldn’t be able to have his usual breakfast. Using that knowledge, I teased him all morning.
I’d found a vacant office on the seventh floor and left a silk scarf there. When we took a lunch break, I had my butterfly go up and offer herself to me. I waited until she walked into the hall and texted her to meet me in the office. Running up the stairs, I was already in the closet when she entered. I was looking through the small crack that afforded me a partial view, yet a good enough one to see the look on her face when she saw the blindfold. Texting her again, I instructed her to put it on and take everything else off.
I loved how her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse. I noticed her glance around to make sure no one could see. I’d been sure to draw the curtains closed, yet I knew that the fact that she would be nude in her workplace would both scare and thrill her. My little girl was an exhibitionist at heart, and the chance of being discovered would have her soaked in no time.
Her blouse came off, then her bra. She lowered the zipper on her skirt and slid it down over her hips, giving me an amazing view of her ass. What I saw next though, made it feel like time was moving in slow motion. Her skirt slipped down over her thighs, showing me not pantyhose, but thigh high stockings. As her hands began to remove them, I moved faster and sent a text.
Fuck. Keep the stockings on.
I hadn’t meant to use profanity, but damn if she didn’t look hot, and damn if I wasn’t going to wrap those stocking clad legs around my head and eat her until she damn near passed out.
She responded well, and soon enough her juices filled my mouth. I drank them down like a man dying of thirst, then licked her clean. She was delicious. I could have done this all day, yet I couldn’t. Lunch was nearly over and my butterfly hadn’t eaten anything yet.
I gave one last lick, feeling satiated, but before I let her go, I slid two fingers into her throbbing pussy. She gasped from the shock, and likely from the cool temperature of my digits. I pumped them twice and then pulled them out, covered in her juices.
My fingers circled her breasts, leaving faint amounts of her scent there, then traveled up to her neck and stopped at the pulse points behind her ears, finally resting in her golden brown locks. To her, it would seem like a gentle caress; to Shane, it would be fucking torture.
Childish? Yes. But so was the shit he’d put me through for the past two weeks. And thi
s was just the beginning. I had plans for Shane Preston!
“Now, enjoy the rest of your day,” I whispered to my butterfly, who nodded. “Don’t wipe any of it off.”
She didn’t either. I was sure of it the moment she walked back into the conference room and Shane’s nostrils flared.
She looked around the room; I assumed checking to see if anyone knew what she’d done. I liked to see her a bit frazzled. Being nervous was one thing, but being too afraid to perform again was another, so I tried to calm her.
“Did you have a nice lunch?” I asked, trying to sound professional and different from the tone I used when I spoke to her as Sir. I still wasn’t sure how she didn’t recognize my voice, but attributed it to the fact that she in no way thought I’d be capable anything like her Sir said or did.
“Yes, I did,” she answered, her cheeks flushing pink. “You?”
“Oh yes, the most delicious meal ever.”
Shane groaned, and I could smell the toxin in his mouth. “That’s cruel, Man,” he said in a volume he knew only I could hear. “Just a few licks. That’s all I ask.”
I turned to him and whispered back just as quietly, “Later.”
The look of shock on his face was priceless.
Chapter 36
Shane
Work was heaven and hell. I mean, the smell of Bec’s arousal was amazing, and I totally got why Oliver was into her. It didn’t call to me like Sydney’s did, but she wasn’t around, and hell, I was a guy. I’d scened with Payton before, and Sydney and Caleb had done everything except have sex, so it really wouldn’t be a big deal. I just didn’t see Oliver sharing. But I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
While Oliver spent his lunch literally eating the best thing in the building, I spent mine drawing up sketches. Like hell I was going to lie on the table and have another Bocaj’s mate straddle me. I’d never cheat on Sydney, but there was a hell of a lot of things I could do with Bec that neither one of us would consider cheating. Oliver, on the other hand, would rip my dick off.
As soon as work was finished for the day and the girls left, he told me the plan.
“Come to my new playroom. I don’t want to scare her, but if you take on a submissive role, I’m sure she will be into it.”
I really didn’t feel like being a sub tonight, but if it got me near Bec, then I’d play his game.
Two hours later, I was standing there, staring at Oliver in disbelief. “There is no way in hell I’m wearing women’s underwear.”
“It’s what she’s into, Man. Look, you don’t have to. You can just go home. But hurry, ‘cause she will be here in like five minutes.”
“She’s blindfolded right?” I muttered. Oliver nodded. “I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this,” I said as I started to slide the stockings on. I was surprised that they fit, as did the thong and bra. I couldn’t believe he picked pink. Could it get more humiliating?
“One last thing,” Oliver said. “I’m afraid you will hurt her, so I’m going to restrain you. And I mean really restrain you.” He pointed to the handcuffs on the walls. I could see the difference in the metal immediately. He was right; I knew they were impossible to break out of for a Bocaj, as I’d used them on Sydney in the past. I saw that he was going to hook them to a chain hanging from the ceiling, made of the same metal. If I allowed him, I’d be bound at his mercy.
“Oliver, swear that you aren’t going to do anything to me,” I pressed, trying to reassure myself.
“I swear I won’t do a thing.”
And with his words as a promise, I allowed my hands to be cuffed, and then raised them so that they were hooked to the chain above my head.
“One more thing,” he said, “I don’t want you talking and revealing who we really are.” He put a red ball gag into my mouth and strapped it to my head.
I stood there like an idiot, dressed as a woman, ball gag in my mouth, just waiting. I didn’t have to wait long. About five minutes later, I heard the door to the apartment open and voices fill the space. I recognized her voice immediately, and it wasn’t Bec. It was Sydney.
FUCK.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Chapter 37
Sydney
Oliver was in love—with a human. And I really couldn’t give a fuck, other than knowing that maybe it would lighten him up a bit if he just got laid properly. His last submissive, Gretchen, clearly hadn’t been doing something right. As a submissive, I could spot a fellow sub a mile away, and I wasn’t saying Gretchen wasn’t a submissive, but there was something off about her. She said and did everything perfectly, but somehow, rather than it seeming like she was serving Oliver, it seemed like she was just going through the motions. Either way, I didn’t like her. I probably wouldn’t like this new sub, either.
Payton went on and on about Oliver and Bec like it was some sort of miracle, which, in a way it was. I mean, finding someone to fall for Oliver? Had to be something wrong with the girl. But hey, if everyone else was happy then I was happy.
I’d yet to meet her, and I really didn’t care, but Payton said we had to go to Oliver’s new playroom for something. Honestly, I liked fresh meat as much as the next girl, and I liked eating pussy as much as the next guy—hell, I could eat Payton all day—but I’d be lying if I said being with a human didn’t scare me a little.
Anyway, it turned out I had nothing to worry about, because when I walked into the apartment I could tell she wasn’t there. Her scent was old, though it was delicious, and for a moment I imagined myself between her thighs, licking her pussy while she squirmed and wriggled against my tongue. But like I said, her scent was old. What I did smell was Shane.
“Oliver?” I asked with a quirked eyebrow.
“Hey, he wouldn’t fucking let up about her. Teased me non-stop, and today, the fucker was fantasizing about eating her out,” he said in explanation.
I knew it was no big deal. I’d been teasing Oliver behind his back, too. And hell, I’d just been fantasizing about licking his pet’s pussy myself.
“He’s in the playroom and all yours,” Oliver said. “Hey, Payton, let’s give them some privacy.”
“Sure, but I’ve got to see this first,” Payton said, laughing. I didn’t know what she was talking about until she opened the playroom door. There, cuffed and gagged, in women’s lingerie, was my husband.
He was fucked, and from the look on his face he knew it. He was trying to speak, but couldn’t around the ball gag.
“Go ahead and top him,” Payton encouraged.
I walked over to the wall with Oliver’s crops on it and grabbed a short one. I began striking Shane repeatedly. He screamed out, but between the ball gag and the loud sound of the crop slapping him, I had no idea what he was saying—though I doubted he was begging for more.
“Fuck, this is fun,” I laughed, “but I want to hear him scream. Take that gag out of his mouth.”
Payton removed the gag and smiled at me. “Hey, I’m gonna leave you two alone to sort this out. He likes it rough.” Shane’s jaw dropped and Payton giggled from the door. “Be a good little boy.”
She walked out of the room, and I turned to Shane. “So, you wanna tell me what this is really about?” He just stared at me. “Let me guess—Oliver told you that you could have a turn with his butterfly, and somehow got you into those ridiculous clothes and tied up like this?”
“Baby, it’s not like that. Please don’t be mad. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
Wow. What an offer. I couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on my face. “Anything?”
I watched him gulp, clearly uncomfortable at the open-endedness of my questions. He eventually conceded, replying, “Yes, anything.”
“Good, then you will call me Mommy.”
He chuckled. “Ok, Mommy.”
It pissed me off that he was chuckling. Just because I was his submissive, that didn’t mean I was incapable of being a Domme. Hell, I’d been a Domme when he met me. Had he forgotten? He sure
as hell wouldn’t forget again anytime soon if he had. I grabbed his face hard. ”I’d stop laughing, little boy. Mommy is pissed at you.”
Fear flashed across his face and I loved it. “Do you remember the safe word?”
He nodded quickly, making me wet.
“Say it,” I commanded harshly. I was surprised that his cock, which had been limp, became instantly erect.
“Harley.”
“Such a good boy,” I cooed, rubbing his cheek. “Now take your punishment like the good boy you are.”
I began spanking his ass again, much harder this time. “Such a bad boy,” I said as I repeatedly spanked him. His cock was rock hard now, protruding far from the top of the silly little panties Oliver had him wearing. I could do this all day, but I wanted more from him.
I used the key on the table to remove his cuffs. “Get on that bed, little boy—on your back.” It was cute how he scrambled to get into place.
“Now, Mommy is going to put these restraints on you. I know you can break them, but you won’t because you are a good boy. Isn’t that right?”
He nodded in agreement, though I was sure he had no idea what I had in mind.
When I attached his ankles to his wrists, it was cute to see the confusion on his face. In this position, his legs were up in the air and spread for me. Realization dawned on him as I appeared between his legs wearing a strap on.
“Oh, did you think you were going to be fucking me, little boy? Oh, no. Mommy is going to be fucking you!”
It had been years, decades really, since I’d taken on the role of Domme, and as much as I loved being a submissive, I realized that I missed this part of me, too.
I loved the way Shane’s muscles rippled as I spanked his ass, and the look in his eyes when he saw me walk toward him wearing a strap on. It was half fear, half desire. I knew my mate, and as much as he declared himself 100% man, there was a bit of him that wanted to try anything sexual.
I was honored that my Master was going to let me top him, and although I was in control of the scene for now, he was ultimately in control and could, at any time, demand I stop and kneel for him. I knew that, but instead of curbing my desire, it fueled me more to know that he loved and trusted me enough to give me this control for an evening.