Midnight Caller

by NJ Cole

  I pushed any nervousness I had aside and moved between his thighs. His cock stood straight and tall, pointing directly at the ceiling, his eyes glazed over with lust. They darted from my face to the strap on and back again.

  “Is my naughty little boy looking at Mommy because he wants this cock, or because he wants what’s under it?”

  I was pleased that Shane didn’t answer me. “I’ll tell you what—if you take this cock like a good little boy, Mommy will let you have a delicious treat.”

  “Fuck yes,” Shane growled.

  “What a filthy mouth. I should wash it out with soap, but I have something better in mind. Open.” I stood in front of his face, the large black piece of plastic touching his cheek.

  I watched him lick his lips, wrestling with the thought of having something cock-like in his mouth.

  “If you don’t want to wet if first before Mommy fucks your ass hard with it, then I guess we can get right to it,” I said in encouragement. Shane opened his mouth and licked the tip. “Such a good boy.” Stifling a groan, I pressed my hips forward, making it disappear into his wet mouth.

  I was surprised he hadn’t used our safe word yet. I knew that he submitted to Payton, but I also knew that she never penetrated him in any way. I thought he was much too homophobic to have a cock, even a plastic one, in his mouth.

  I started slow, letting him suck on it first, then as he opened his throat, I began to move in and out, loving how it looked. Soon, I was moving hard and fast, and for the first time in my life, I wished I had a cock, just so I could come in his mouth. I loved how he was serving me.

  In seconds, I tore the bra and panties from his body. While I understood Oliver’s reasoning behind them, right now I wanted to see my man’s sexy body as he submitted to me.

  “That’s it, baby,” I said, stroking his hair. “Are you ready to give yourself to me?”

  He nodded his head submissively.

  I pulled the strap on out of his mouth and moved between his legs. He inhaled and held still, waiting for me to take him. At the sound of the lube being opened, he let out a whimper.

  In humans and Bocaj, as with most animals, being taken anally was a sign of submission. I’d seen male animals in the wild mount other males, solely to show dominance. I wanted to dominate the man cuffed in front of me in the worst way.

  Rubbing my finger around his hole, I slid it inside of him. He clenched up a bit at first, but then relaxed. I didn’t think he would like my finger inside of him, but few minutes later, when I had two fingers pumping in and out of him, he was groaning in pleasure.

  His eyes were closed when I removed my fingers, but he opened them wide when he felt the cool plastic pressing at his entrance.

  “You are mine,” I said, thrusting it forward and into him.

  Watching the dildo go into his mouth had been hot, but watching it disappear into his ass was amazing. The way his body moved, the grunts and groans he made as I took him and made him mine, only fueled my desire.

  I quickened my pace, and it wasn’t long before the only thing louder than the sound of my abdomen smashing into the back of his thighs as I reamed his ass, were the sounds Shane was making.

  I’d expected some grunting and groaning like he did when we were having sex, but what he was doing was more like screaming. He was chanting, “Yes, yes, yes!” and “Come on, Mommy!”

  The harder I fucked him, the more noise he made and the harder his dick got. With each of my thrusts, it would slap into his stomach then rise into the air again. When I couldn’t take any more, I reached down, grabbed it, and began to stroke. It was covered in his pre-come, so my hand slid up and down his thick shaft easily.

  He stared up at me, and I recognized that look in his eyes. He was most definitely in subspace. As I stroked, I cautioned him. “Mommy won’t like it if her little boy comes without permission.” Shane nodded his head, but I knew I’d have to give him permission soon since he had little experience denying himself orgasms. When I saw the head swell, I knew he was about to come. Part of me, the submissive part, wanted to cover his cock with my mouth and drink him all down, while the other part of me, the Domme, wanted to cover him in come. In the end, the Domme won out. After demanding he come, I continued to fuck his ass hard, stroking his cock, sending thick streams of white liquid all over his chest and neck.

  It was hot—beyond hot. He was mine, and although it had been physically impossible, I’d fucked him and covered him in come.

  “You’re my little bitch, aren’t you?” I asked, filled with confidence.

  He nodded.

  “Say it,” I commanded.

  “I’m your little bitch,” Shane groaned as I finally stopped fucking him.

  I removed my strap on and released his hands and legs from their restraints, then climbed up onto the bench and straddled his face. “You were a good boy, now here is your dessert!”

  I was barely over his face before he began licking my pussy. While he sucked on my clit and licked the walls of my pussy, I leaned forward to lick the come off of my man’s body. After a few minutes of getting tongue fucked, I began to writhe on his face. It felt so good, and I wanted to come all over him. I tried to relax and find my release, but when it wasn’t there, I rode him harder while his tongue moved faster. Minutes passed, and my orgasm built and built, yet I couldn’t find my release.

  “Damn it!” I growled, changing positions, now riding him the other direction. I felt my clit swelling bigger and bigger, to the point where it was almost painful. Was it possible I couldn’t come without his permission even if I was topping him?

  “Mother fucker!” I screamed in frustration. I was about to ask him for permission when he gave it to me anyway.

  “Come,” he growled, giving me what I needed.

  “Thank you, Master!” I screamed, my orgasm flowing into his mouth.

  I remained still, giving myself to him once again. He licked me clean then lifted me off of him, placing me face down on the couch. He raised my ass into the air, and without warning, sank his cock into my wet pussy.

  He claimed me, much the way I’d claimed him—fucking me hard and fast—and instead of coming deep inside of me, he withdrew and came all over my back and ass.

  “Who’s whose bitch now?” He was smirking at me, and I liked it.

  I smiled back. “I’m always your bitch.”

  “Naw, you’re just my little snowflake, is all,” he said, using the pet name he’d given me so long ago. Each time he said it, he reminded me that I was delicate and unique, and made just for him, as he was for me.

  Chapter 38

  butterfly

  I had been in the playroom almost every day this week. Tonight when I opened the door, there was a new object sitting out next to the blindfold, collar and leash. It was easily recognizable as a riding crop. I had never had one used on me before but knew that they could be very painful. My Sir would never hurt me any more than I could handle, though. All of the objects rested on a leather padded bench he’d had me use the first time I was in the playroom, indicating we would be using it again tonight.

  I waited in the proper position then switched to the inspection position when he commanded I do so. After the collar had been placed around my neck and the leash clipped to it, my Sir led me to the leather padded horse.

  He spanked my ass until it felt warm and my body was humming with anticipation.

  “You have been a very good girl lately, and tonight, if you do as I say, I promise a nice reward.” He took me off the horse and walked me in the direction of the padded leather table.

  “You are on a very special piece of equipment.” I heard something click as he spoke. “I am not going to restrain you so that you stay still, but there is a piece of this table that will hold you in place.” He took my hands and placed them on a large object in front of me.

  “Do you feel that, babygirl?” It was long and round, and I gasped when I realized what it was. “That is your seat. Now hop on like a good
little slut.”

  It felt too big to fit inside of me, but I wanted to try for my Sir. I moved above it then lowered myself slowly. When I got halfway down, I had to try to shift my body to get it to fit. I tried to be quiet, but I let out a little squeak as the large dildo spread me wide.

  “Alright, my butterfly, you may make whatever sounds you’d like tonight. Say what you’d like, but you will move your body as I instruct, is that understood?”

  I nodded.

  “Then ride that cock!” he demanded.

  I lowered myself more and groaned. “Oh, God.” I wasn’t sure how much more of the dildo I could fit into my body. Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting and realized he had used the crop on my ass.

  “Ride that cock,” he commanded again, and I slowly started to rock my hips forward.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned as I rode it.

  He continued to strike my warm cheeks with the crop, making me go faster.

  Each time I rocked, the dildo slid in just a bit further. Inch by inch, I moved lower, until my pussy lips touched the cool leather of the table. It felt so good I could barely control my body.

  “Such a good little girl. Do you like fucking that cock?”

  I nodded and continued riding the dildo as I screamed, “Yes, yes, yes!”

  “You want to come, don’t you?” he asked, grabbing my hips and rocking me back and forth faster than I’d been doing on my own. I felt the tingle grow and knew I needed to beg for a release or I’d come, permission or not.

  “Yes. Please, Sir, please.”

  I was so lost in what was happening to my body that I wasn’t paying attention to his words. I knew I was being vocal, and it seemed the more I moaned and whimpered, the faster he rocked my hips. I was nearly over the edge, when suddenly he stopped moving me back and forth. The abrupt halt gave my clit a break, but I could feel myself throbbing around the giant intrusion. I said a silent prayer of thanks for the moment’s reprieve.

  His hands left me briefly, and I heard the sound of a zipper and fabric. My heart rate doubled when I realized he was without his pants. Would this be the day I got to touch it? Would he fuck me? I hadn’t realized how much I wanted that until now.

  I felt his hand graze my pussy lips, moving inside slightly, though they were stretched tightly around the huge dildo I was riding.

  “So fucking wet,” he hissed, and I felt more liquid seep out of me. He seemed to be gathering it on his fingers.

  “You want to come, don’t you?” he growled, rocking my hips again, but with one hand this time. I heard the unmistakable sound of him jerking his cock.

  “Fuck, fuck! Yes, Sir. Please, Sir,” I begged as I moved closer and closer to the edge.

  “Your body is for my pleasure. FOR ME!” he groaned. His hand left my hip, and I stilled my movements—once again grateful for the break so I could calm down, if even a little.

  “Who told you to stop moving?” he asked gruffly, and I felt the crop bite my ass again. I yelped and rocked my hips. “Faster, my little slut, faster.”

  He continued to use the crop on my ass until I had increased my rocking to a maddening pace. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed out when the hand that had been holding the crop moved right in front of me, giving my clit the friction that would surely send me over the edge.

  I could hear the wet sound of him stroking his cock, which alone would likely have caused me to come.

  “Hold your breasts for me. Play with them. Squeeze them. Tug on your nipples.”

  My hands flew to my breasts and I did as he commanded. I was trembling from head to toe because of the sensations my body was being assaulted with.

  “Such beautiful breasts. I’m going to come all over them. Mark your body as mine.”

  “OH FUCK!” I screamed out, beyond aroused at his words.

  “And when I do, when you feel my come touch your body, you may come as well, my little slut.”

  “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” was all I could chant as I continued to ride the huge dildo with him rubbing my clit while I held my breasts.

  “Fuck, my butterfly. MINE,” he growled. I first heard the slapping sounds of him rubbing his cock stop and then felt the liquid hit my body. It was all too much. Unable to hold my orgasm any longer, I had an amazing release. I felt it come from everywhere in my body, concentrating in that one location—that place just behind my belly button that I couldn’t pinpoint exactly—and then release in a tidal wave of fluid.

  I whimpered as my muscles tightened, trying to expel the dildo. Feeling his come on me, I smiled, proud my Sir had marked me as his. I realized then that I was his. I’d never leave him for another. Somewhere along the way, between when he’d first said “that was beautiful, butterfly” and when he’d just growled “mine,” I’d fallen in love with him.

  I’d fallen in love with a stranger that I’d never seen, never really touched. My mind seemed to be working in slow motion, which was probably why what happened next seemed to happen so fast.

  One moment I was riding that large dildo on the bench, and the next moment I was lying on my back, legs spread wide, with my Sir’s face buried in my pussy, licking and sucking. It felt like I’d flown across the room to get there, but my brain was working in slow motion.

  The way he was worshiping my body now only added to the sensation. I allowed myself to get lost in the euphoria of feeling in love. That, combined with the way his tongue moved, brought me more pleasure.

  As he licked and sucked, I felt the coil begin to tighten again. My nipples got harder, and I absentmindedly brought my fingers to my chest, dragging them through my Sir’s come. I spread it around, enjoying the feeling, as well as the pleasure of his tongue between my legs.

  “Fucking come,” he growled, and I did so easily, not having realized how close I had been to the edge. It was like I was in a love-induced, drunken haze.

  I felt my come rush from my body, sighing as my Sir continued to lap it up. Smiling at how he loved to taste me, I rubbed his come into my breasts more. Lifting my hand, I brought my come-covered fingers to my lips, opening my mouth so I could taste my Sir.

  “Rebecca! NO!” he screamed. I felt my hand being pulled away from my face and slammed into the table above me.

  I screamed out in pain at both the tightness of his grip on my hand, and the force at which it had slammed into the table.

  I started to cry, not so much from the throbbing pain that was now emanating from my wrist, but at disobeying my Sir.

  Chapter 39

  Sir

  Everything happened in slow motion. One moment, I was drinking from her after commanding her to come, and the next, I was staring down at her wrist, watching blood pool in four distinct circles—circles the exact size of my fingers.

  I’d eaten her almost every day this week. I thought I’d be able to get my fill by now, enough to quench my thirst, but I craved my butterfly’s juices the way a youngling craved nourishment.

  I just couldn’t get enough. I felt like lying between her legs and drinking lazily for hours, but I had promised Payton I would go to the club with them later. I didn’t really want to go, but if I went with them tonight—for an hour—they would leave me alone for a while.

  The scene seemed to be going so well. I’d been spanking her on a fucking horse, and was glad to put it to its proper use. I had chosen a very large dildo to attach to the part that flipped up, as I wanted her to feel fully satisfied when she was finished. She had come hard, as had I.

  When I’d been drinking from her, I’d been so absorbed in her flavor and what I was doing, I hadn’t noticed what she was doing. By the time I looked up, I could see she’d been playing in my come and was about to taste it.

  I couldn’t believe I’d been so careless with my come. The truth was, I liked the idea of her wearing it for as long as possible. It was dangerous, though, and I knew that. I was stupid to leave it on her for so long.

  I had taken precautions every time before when I’d come on her body. I’d
made sure, with both my superior vision and keen sense of smell, that she had no cuts on her—not even microscopic ones—before I allowed my come to touch her. I knew it was laced with toxin. If it got into an open cut, it would paralyze her and potentially kill her.

  I hadn’t checked her hands for wounds, and likely there were. Humans usually had tiny cuts around their fingernails, but worse than that, she almost brought her hand to her mouth, which most certainly would have had microscopic abrasions.

  I’d panicked and grabbed her hand, throwing it above her head. I knew I’d done it too fast and too hard, but I wasn’t thinking about anything other than stopping her at that moment. I’d also called her Rebecca, and I wasn’t yet sure if she’d noticed. But at that moment, she wasn’t my submissive, butterfly; she was Rebecca, my mate.

  I stared at her. I could smell the salt of her tears, though I couldn’t see them yet through the blindfold. Her wrist was already swelling, and her blood was pooling beneath the skin in what would be bruises that would be visible to the human eye in a matter of hours.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she sobbed. “I didn’t mean to do anything without your permission. I was just feeling so…and then I just…I don’t know.” Her sobbing was getting louder, and I could see the tears now leaking out from under her blindfold.

  She thought I was upset because she had done something without permission. I could use that to cover my true intentions.

  “You must always obey me,” I stated, hoping my voice was now calm.

  “Yes, Sir, and I’m sorry I didn’t. You can use my body in any way you want, punish me in any way you deem necessary. I won’t say ‘mum’.”

  I sighed in relief at the crisis that had just been avoided. I wanted to just cradle her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, but I didn’t want to scare her by telling her how I felt. The fact that I knew she was my mate had nothing to do with her feelings for me. She didn’t love me. She wanted me to dominate her, and that was what I would do—more carefully from now on.