by NJ Cole
“I will use your body in any way that I see fit, like I did earlier tonight, and like I will every time I have you in here. You are mine.”
I saw her nipples pebble at my words and arousal begin to seep from her once again.
“Now, little one, let me look at your hand. I didn’t mean to grab you so hard.” I didn’t explain further, and she didn’t seem to need more.
She lifted her hand in the air, and I took it gently. I could see the bruises I left, but I was actually looking for straight purple lines, indicating breaks or fractures. I didn’t see any. “Open and close your hand.” She complied and I smiled in relief. It would likely be sore, but apparently I hadn’t done it as hard as I’d thought. The padding on the table must have helped, too.
I cleaned her off carefully and kissed her thoroughly before ending our scene. I wanted to drink from her again, but I didn’t because I had to get to that club. I’d promised that I’d be there in an hour, and I still had to give my butterfly time to get to bed. Sure, I could have her clean up the playroom and go to bed herself while I was out, but I could never go unless I knew she was safe at home. That, and there was no way I was going to have her clean the playroom the way her wrist was. I was almost certain it wasn’t broken, but even at best, it would be sore. That meant I would be the one to clean the playroom tonight.
I didn’t have her write in her journal, either. I told myself it was because of her wrist, but if I was truthful, I was a bit afraid of what she might write. Once she had left and entered the elevator, I ran back in and cleaned the playroom at Bocaj speed. Well, everything except the table she’d been on. That, I cleaned slowly. It was covered in her come, and I stopped to inhale her scent. Then, thankful that no one could see me, I licked up what was left of the puddle she’d made.
It was with that taste on my tongue that I made my way to the club, stopping only briefly at my apartment to call Bec and tell her goodnight.
I arrived at the club to find that nothing had changed in my few weeks’ absence, yet by the end of the night, I’d find that everything had changed.
Chapter 40
Payton
Verde was a very popular BDSM club. When the ancient Bocaj had lived on their home planet of Salocin, they had been savage predators. Those instincts didn’t just go away when they arrived on Earth because food and sunlight were plentiful.
As a result of the decreased need to hunt, many Bocaj were left with unfulfilled urges. BDSM seemed to be the answer to their desires. Some preferred to deal with those urges by dominating, others preferred to give in and submit. There were more Dominant Bocaj than submissive ones, but there were still many—particularly ones in positions of power—that enjoyed the small reprieve being a submissive gave them from the constant pressures of the world.
There weren’t that many of our kind living in the Chicago area, but if you counted the surrounding states, nearly twenty Bocaj attended Verde regularly. Others from around the world came to Verde on the first Wednesday of the month. Most of those nights had upwards of one hundred Bocaj at the club.
Verde wasn’t just for Bocaj, either. Humans went, as well, keeping it full every night—weekends especially. Most of us enjoyed observing the humans when they would put on a demonstration. We liked watching them dominate one another, smelling their arousal and listening to their true pain and pleasure in the form of screams and moans.
Verde, to most people, looked like a typical club with crowds lined up outside every Friday and Saturday night, as well as some weeknights. Inside, there was a special door for preferred members, marked simply with a sign that said ‘closet’, leading into the exclusive BDSM portion called Dirty Little Secrets. A doorman, waiting within, validated those members and let them into a changing area. It had been decided that everyone had to enter the club wearing street clothes. The dressing rooms gave them an opportunity to alter their wardrobes if that was desired.
Tonight would not be a typical night at Verde. Tonight would change lives—the lives of Oliver and Rebecca specifically.
Chapter 41
Sir
I’d arrived at the club and used the back entrance. There were more Bocaj there than typically showed up, and I wondered who it was that Payton wanted me to see. There had to be a reason she wanted me here so badly.
Seeing Payton, I crossed the room to talk to her.
“Hello, Payton,” I said, ignoring Caleb, who knelt at her feet.
“Oliver,” she responded, kissing my cheek. “I’m glad you came.”
“I wasn’t aware it was optional,” I remarked sarcastically.
“It will be worth it,” she grinned.
I glanced around the room and saw many familiar faces, including Shane and Sydney. There was one woman, however, that caught my attention. She was a submissive—wearing a collar and leash—standing next to her Dom. She looked the same as many submissives, yet there was one thing that was different. One very big thing. I could hear her heartbeat.
“Who the fuck is that?” I asked Payton.
“That is tonight’s demonstration.”
Someone brought a fucking human to the second floor? It was stupid and dangerous. I’d occasionally brought one of my human submissives to a BDSM club, but never to the second floor of Verde’s Dirty Little Secrets.
“What do you mean they are tonight’s demonstration?” I asked, hoping for more of an explanation.
“Jeremy is going to demonstrate the whip on his pet. He thought that our kind would like to see how pink her ass gets.”
“We could see that downstairs,” I complained.
“The skill level down there isn’t that of Jeremy’s. Besides, Oliver, I’m sure there is something you could learn here tonight.”
I didn’t doubt Payton’s words. The whip wasn’t my implement of choice, but it never hurt to learn new things.
The demonstration started a few minutes later with Jeremy leading his nude submissive into the center of a circle of Bocaj. “Good evening, everyone. Tonight I am going to be demonstrating the use of a single-tailed whip on my submissive. You will notice that her ass gets red, but I never break the skin. If having a human here disturbs you, please leave, as she is my mate, and I would attack anyone who threatens her.”
His mate was a human? I looked over at Payton, who was staring at me.
“Yes, Oliver. He is mated with a human. You can learn from him,” she said somewhat smugly.
She turned to look back at Jeremy, who now had his submissive kneeling before him. “Would you like me to use the whip on you, my little cherry?” he asked in a commanding voice.
She nodded.
“Then earn it while I tell these people all about what a pain slut you are.”
She moved quickly for a human, unbuckling his belt.
“I met Hannah in a club. She was dissatisfied with her current Dom, and I offered to train her. I loved how red her skin got, earning her the nickname ‘cherry,’” he explained as she removed his cock from his pants.
I was expecting her to give him a hand job, so when I saw his cock disappear into her mouth, I nearly ran over there to shake him—to ask him if he was planning on killing her—but I was frozen, watching.
“She does this every time to earn her whipping,” Jeremy continued explaining, but I wasn’t really listening. I was too busy gawking at the sight of his cock disappearing into her warm mouth. A bit of what he said registered, though. Jeremy had just said she did this every time! They had done this before and she’d survived? I knew the odds weren’t in her favor, but could it possible for my butterfly, too?
I saw her head bob up and down on his cock. He stayed perfectly still until he grabbed her hair and commanded, “Drink, cherry.”
It was unmistakable that he was coming in her throat. She was swallowing fast, and still, dribbles of it leaked from the corners of her mouth. She used her tongue to clean off his cock and then licked her lips.
I was rock hard from the demonstration, and not because o
f what I’d seen, but from what I hoped I’d now be able to do.
I turned and looked at Payton again, who was smiling ear to ear. “You’re welcome, Oliver,” she giggled.
I turned back to watch the demonstration again, but my mind was lost in the possibilities. Dozens of images popped into my head, all of them with my butterfly’s lips wrapped around my cock. “Oh fuck,” I groaned aloud, adjusting my erection. I’d need to think about everything later, in private.
We all stayed for the rest of Jeremy’s demo. It really was beautiful the way he worked his pet over, and as promised, her skin turned cherry red. The sounds she made were beautiful, and I enjoyed listening to her heart race. When Jeremy was finished, cherry’s body was covered with sweat and her hair hung in wet strands around her face. She was stunning. He lifted her up and carried her into one of the private rooms, motioning for me to follow.
I wanted to ask him questions about his demonstration, so I went. By the time he’d gotten to the room, his cherry was asleep in his arms. He placed her on the couch and covered her with his jacket.
“She sleeps after a scene,” he explained. “It seems to have to do with my come. When she drinks it, she is more energetic and can withstand a high amount of pain, but after a while, she is exhausted and she sleeps.”
“Aren’t you worried it will kill her? Doesn’t it contain toxin? And clearly she knows you’re a Bocaj. Isn’t that dangerous for her?”
I rattled off the questions and he answered them all. He explained that he and Hannah had been in a D/s relationship for over a year. It was during that time he realized they were mates. When he told her he was a Bocaj, she agreed to attempt the genetic alteration. Jeremy wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but he also wanted to play with her as a human for a bit longer. Since they had already made the decision to try, the governing Elders didn’t care that she knew he was a Bocaj, as long as the attempt was made within two years. The perk of knowing you were going to alter someone was that you could be a bit more reckless. That was how Jeremy had learned that it was safe for her to give him a blowjob. It turned out there was no toxin in the ejaculate. They also planned to make love as Bocaj and human soon—something most would consider too dangerous. “If I hurt her, I will paralyze her immediately and begin the process,” Jeremy had told me.
I left the club to race back to my apartment. I had to see my butterfly, even if it was from afar. Resisting the urge to call her to the playroom in the middle of the night just so I could pleasure myself with her warm mouth, I watched her while she slept peacefully, instead.
When she woke in the morning, I went to spend some time in the UV machine. I knew I needed to get my cravings under control before we attempted what I saw last night at the club. An hour and a half later, my primal urges were quelled, though it did little to calm my nerves. There was only one thing—one person—that calmed me, and I went to surprise my butterfly during her lunch break, giving us both what we craved.
Chapter 42
butterfly
Oliver had called in sick today, so we were suspending work on the project, instead using the time to get caught up on our individual paperwork. I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed spending time with Oliver and Shane until I had to spend the morning without them.
I’d answered all of my emails, and was now facing the daunting task of organizing the drafts of characters we’d been working on for weeks. We had saved them all in different folders. My plan was to arrange them by the dates we’d drafted each of the thirty-two characters we had created. I was trying to do it on my desk but there simply wasn’t enough space, so I picked up the pile of papers and headed down the hall to the conference room we’d been using every day for the past few weeks.
I didn’t get far before I realized that I had forgotten two of the folders. Gone for less than two minutes, I was shocked to find that there was an envelope on the table when I returned.
Dearest butterfly,
I have come for lunch. You are not to look under the table. Speak when you understand.
Sir
My eyes were wide with shock and I had to read the letter twice. If I spoke aloud, would my Sir know? I decided to try it.
“I understand, Sir.”
“Good,” I heard him reply from under the table. I jumped a bit, as the unexpected voice startled me.
Sitting on my chair, I stared straight ahead, not knowing what to do.
“I’ve come for my lunch, butterfly.”
I felt him slide my skirt up my thighs, exposing me to him. The table was covering what was going on underneath it, but I was sitting in the conference room with its half-glass walls. I couldn’t help the rush of adrenaline that I felt as I watched my colleagues move about the office.
“Slide to the front of the chair and spread your legs wide, babygirl.”
I did as I was told and held my breath, anticipating what was to come.
I was wearing thigh high stockings and a thong, none of which protected me from his delicious tongue. Moments after he licked my panties, he tore them from my body, causing me to squeal. My Sir had to remind me to keep quiet and look busy.
As I pretended to organize paperwork, he sucked on my clit. Before I knew it, his fingers were sliding in and out of me, pumping hard and fast. I gripped the armrests of the chair to help me stay in control.
The sound of someone knocking alarmed me and I wasn’t sure what to do.
“Hey, Bec,” Shane said as he opened the conference room door. He took a closer look at me and asked, “Are you alright?”
I knew I must have looked a sight. My face was surely flushed and my skin wet with perspiration.
“I’m fine,” I answered Shane as my Sir started to move his fingers inside of me again. They stayed buried deep, but he was curling them forward, rubbing on that special spot within me.
“Are you sure? Maybe you should take a day off,” he said, clearly unaware of my situation.
“I’m good,” I responded quickly, trying to get rid of him.
He seemed to take the hint because a moment later he was gone. My Sir didn’t speak again for a while; he just kept finger fucking and eating me.
“Come,” he growled, and I knew that I was going to make the chair very sticky.
It was terrifying and exhilarating to watch my co-workers working right on the other side of the window while I was being given pleasure.
“I would never ask you to jeopardize your job, but I’d like you to go home sick this afternoon.”
Almost at that exact second, Shane opened the door again. “Hey, now I remember what I came by for earlier,” he said proudly. “I just wanted to see if you filled in the…oh…” He stopped when he saw how I looked.
“I’m going to go home,” I announced, my decision made. I hadn’t taken a sick day in months, and I wanted to spend the afternoon with my Sir.
Chapter 43
Sir
I wanted to fucking kill Shane. He knew damn well I was there and under the table. He knew what I was doing, too. There was no way he couldn’t smell my scent in the room, and the scent of my butterfly was overpowering. He was just doing it to fuck with me.
It didn’t really matter though, because the thought that he might know what she was doing had gotten her wetter, and in the end, he had gotten her to go home early. In fact, he’d insisted she come with him and he’d drive her home. She had declined, saying she had her own car.
After he left, I licked her pussy one last time with a long, slow stroke of my tongue. “Now, you will pick up your papers, adjust your skirt, and walk out of here. I will meet you in the playroom in one hour.”
She scrambled to gather the papers and was out of the room in less than a minute.
I moved out from under the table and headed toward Bec’s apartment, but not before stopping to visit Shane and thanking him for giving me the afternoon with my butterfly.
“You’re gonna try it, aren’t you?” he asked, grabbing his jacket and walking
out with me.
I knew he meant what we’d all seen at the club last night, but I couldn’t resist teasing him a bit. “Try what? Oh, sinking my dick into her warm wet mouth? Yeah, I’m gonna try it.”
“Fuck you, Bro,” he laughed. “I don’t know how you control yourself. I went in there to fuck with the two of you, and in the end, her scent made me forget what I was doing. It got me so worked up that I’m going home to spend time with Sydney. We have this new thing we like to do. In fact, the new strap on I ordered should be in today.”
An image of Sydney fucking him with a strap on flashed into my mind. “Damn it, Shane! Now I have a mental image of that burned into my brain!”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s your fault for setting it up.”
And with that, we went our separate ways—Shane to do whatever it was he did with Sydney, and me to go and claim my butterfly’s mouth as mine.
I’d raced home to prepare for her, setting out a blindfold and her flogger. I wasn’t going to play with any other toys today, as I wanted to feel her mouth on me as soon as possible. Once everything was ready, I left the room to wait, watching the little CCTV monitor anxiously.
When I opened the door to the playroom, she was waiting like a good girl. My dick jumped at the knowledge of what she was about to do. Her body responded to me, as well.
“Hello, butterfly. I can tell you’re ready to serve me,” I told her as I watched her nipples harden before my eyes. I waited for a moment and then said, “Inspection pose.”
She shifted her body to give me full access to her breasts and pussy.
I grabbed her nipples and pinched them hard, loving the groan that escaped her mouth. “Tonight is going to be all about me. I am going to use your body for my pleasure in ways I’ve never used it before. And when I’m done, little girl, if you’ve done a good job of serving me, and if I’m feeling generous, I might give you a reward.” I twisted her nipples and pulled them toward me, eliciting a whimper. “Is that clear?”