by NJ Cole
She nodded her head vigorously, and for a moment I worried I’d been too rough until I smelled the arousal flow from her body. Not wanting to take the time to go to the whipping bench, and because I wanted my butterfly close to me, I lifted her from the floor and bent her over my knee.
I began spanking her ass lightly, adding a bit more force each time. She was counting each stroke and thanking me like a good girl. One of the reasons I liked bending a submissive over my knee and spanking her was that I had full access to her body. With my right hand, which was under her torso, I began massaging her breast.
As the force behind my spanking increased, I switched from massaging to pinching and twisting her nipples. She was still counting, but her words came out rushed and jumbled, and sometimes they only came out as grunts and groans.
“That’s it, little one…give your body to me…so beautiful…”
I knew she wasn’t a pain slut, which made it all the more meaningful. She was allowing me to do this to her for my pleasure. I picked up the flogger swiftly and began swinging it so that the tails would graze her already pink bottom.
“Oh yes, so pink, so perfect. Give yourself to me,” I growled.
I felt her body go limp, allowing me to use it completely. I smiled at her submission and rewarded her with my words. “It’s ok, my butterfly, shhhhh. You gave yourself to me beautifully, and now you look perfect for me to use for my pleasure.”
In a split second, I had her flipped over and then turned upside down—her back against my chest. My head was between her legs, which she had wrapped around my neck for balance.
“Don’t fucking move,” I growled, attacking her pussy with my mouth. I held her still with one hand splayed across her stomach and the other squeezing her right breast tightly.
Her body was perfect…she was perfect. I held her like a rag doll, having my way with her dripping pussy while squeezing her pink tits. Her ass was pressed against me, and I could actually feel the heat coming off of it. I’d beaten it ‘til it was scarlet red, and she’d gladly taken it all, just to please me.
I loved the position we were in, but I knew she couldn’t remain upside down for long so I walked with her to the couch, licking her pussy the entire way. Tonight wasn’t about me eating her, but with her so close, I couldn’t resist. I also knew it would calm me some, and I really needed to be in control for what I was about to do.
When I laid her across the cool leather, I placed her legs behind her head and continued licking her delicious pussy. After I’d had enough to satisfy me, I sat back and just stared at her. There she was, mine for the taking, and tonight, I was going to take another part of her.
I waited a few minutes until the color of her face returned back to normal, no longer red from being upside down. I stood up and removed my pants. “My butterfly, you will kneel again.”
She moved off the couch and knelt on the carpet near where I stood. I took a step so she was directly in front of me, admiring how beautiful she was waiting there for my next command. I knew it was time.
“You have given me your body tonight. I’ve made your ass bright red for my pleasure. I’ve made your nipples pink and swollen so I could enjoy your screams, and I’ve licked your delicious pussy. What I haven’t used yet tonight is that pretty little mouth of yours.” I ran my finger over her lips. “Are you ready to let me use your mouth?”
She nodded quickly.
“Good, because your mouth is going to bring pleasure to my body, my cock specifically. Are you ready to pleasure my cock with your mouth?”
She groaned in response to my question, licking her lips in anticipation.
“Oh, so eager.” I rubbed my cock over her lips and around the edge of her mouth, waiting a moment to see if she reacted to some of the pre-come that leaked from the tip. When she didn’t, I knew Jeremy had been right and she would be able take me in. “You will suck, and when I’m ready, I will give you my come. You will drink it all.”
She nodded again, but only slightly, not wanting to lose contact with my cock. I loved that.
I circled her lips a few more times, then—not able to wait any longer—pressed it into her mouth.
Her tongue glided over every inch of my cock while it slid inside, giving me an immense amount of pleasure. When her tongue flicked across the tip, she sucked even harder.
She moved forward, taking more of my shaft into her mouth, forcing me to resist every urge I had to not just grab the back of her head, slam my cock all the way into her mouth, and start fucking her face.
Her pink lips were stretched tightly around my shaft, and it looked amazing watching it disappear and reappear from her warm wet mouth. Her tongue was pressed hard against my erection while it was in her mouth, and when it was out, she flicked at the slit on my head with the tip of her tongue.
I concentrated on staying still, allowing her to set the pace. I was surprised at how hard she could suck. Her tongue continued to tease my shaft, but she spent more and more time licking the tip. She moaned in pleasure each time she did so, and I wondered if she found my taste as appealing as I found hers. I doubted that was possible.
I let the fingers of my right hand tangle in her hair while I stroked her cheek with the side of my left thumb.
“So fucking good,” I moaned when she took even more of me into her mouth.
She began to bob her head up and down quickly.
“Oh fuck, my babygirl,” I said, grabbing fistfuls of her hair with both hands. I had to restrain myself again from fucking her mouth hard and fast.
I was close, and a million things raced through my mind. What if it wasn’t safe? It wasn’t worth it if I was putting her in danger. I should stop now. But she’d been doing it for a while already and seemed fine.
She slowed and gave me a moment’s reprieve to think before she licked the tip again.
“Tell me what you are thinking.” I wanted to make sure she felt alright before we went on. “You may speak freely.”
“So delicious,” she moaned. “Please, Sir, give me your come.”
Jeremy had said it was safe. Fuck it. I wanted it, and so did she. I was going to come in her mouth!
“Would you like my come as a reward for giving me your body?” I asked, though I knew the answer by the way her tongue continued to flick at my slit.
“Mmmmhmmm,” she said with a mouth full of cock.
“Make me come then, little girl.”
She began sucking hard, her mouth moving up and down on my shaft.
“Fuck, butterfly! Oh yes,” I coached her. “Take my cock. That’s it, my babygirl.”
I resisted the urge to slam her head onto me, instead grabbing her hair again. This woman—my pet, my mate—was going to drive me insane with desire. The one thing that trumped my want to throw her down and fuck her face hard, was my need to keep her safe, and that was the only thing keeping me grounded to the spot. I’d thought about her mouth on me a lot—her head moving up and down—but I could have never prepared for the reality. Never in a million years would I have thought that it would feel as good as it did. I just stood there enjoying the heaven and hell of the situation. It was the best feeling I’d ever had, yet it was excruciating not being able to move for fear of killing her. I was going insane with pleasure and pain.
Her head continued to move, engulfing my cock in warm wetness.
“So beautiful. So perfect. You want it, butterfly?” I groaned, trying to sound like I was in control.
“Yes,” she moaned without removing my cock from her mouth.
Her head was moving faster and faster, and she was sucking and licking at me, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Swallow,” I commanded through clenched teeth.
I felt my balls tighten and I prepared myself to come.
With fists full of her long hair, I growled, “Mine,” as I felt my entire body tense up and then release.
“My butterfly,” I grunted as I emptied myself into her waiting mouth.
She swallowed quickly in response to my spurts. I watched her swallow again and again, trying to get it all, though some slipped out the corner of her mouth and dribbled down her chin.
I groaned as her tongue flicked out to gather as much as she could. She proceeded to lick my tip clean, as well as my shaft. I hadn’t told her to stop—I would soon—but I just wanted to enjoy the sensation for another moment.
I felt her suck hard again, but this time it was different. This time she actually started to crush my semi hard cock against the roof of her mouth with her tongue.
“Holy fuck!” I yelled, startling her.
She pulled back quickly—too quickly. She almost fell over backwards, and I had to grab onto her shoulders to steady her.
“Unbelievable. So strong,” I whispered to myself.
“Strong?” she asked, licking the base of my cock tentatively, making me hard again instantly.
“You heard that?” I was shocked she could hear my words, as I spoke them too low for a human to hear.
“Yes, Sir.”
I wanted to test her strength, so I looked around the room quickly and saw the wooden handle of a whip. Grabbing it off the wall, I handed it to my butterfly and told her to squeeze. I stood there in shock as I watched her fingers press into the wood and then finally crack the handle from the stress of her grip.
She was nowhere near as strong as a Bocaj, as any one of us would have been able to turn the handle to dust, but she was much stronger than a human.
She sucked and licked at me for a moment longer, and as good as it felt, I wanted to make sure she was truly alright after doing it once before trying it again. Besides, Jeremy said that Hannah had added strength, but he also said she got really tired afterward. I wanted my girl to be able to sleep if she needed to. She had given me everything I’d asked of her today and then some.
I sat down on the couch and pulled her onto my lap, kissing her lips gently. She kissed me back hard. I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that—and I usually kept track of time well—because when I was with her, time stood still and flew all at once.
Her kissing got softer and softer, and soon, I could tell she was fighting sleep. “Sleep, my little one,” I whispered as she closed her eyes.
As I held her body against mine, I thought of how monumental the day was. I’d been able to do things with her that I’d only ever dreamed of, and during that process, she actually had some Bocaj-like qualities.
I carried her to her apartment and placed her in bed. After kissing her on the forehead, I was off to plan our next scene.
Chapter 44
Gabriel
“…and then she cracked the piece of wood.”
Oliver and I were standing on the rooftop together, discussing the scene he’d had with his submissive. He’d told me about her swallowing his come and was describing her increased strength. I was more concerned with her reaction to the change than the change itself.
“What did she say about it? Was she surprised she was so strong? What did she write in her journal?”
“She didn’t really say anything about anything that happened during the scene, and she didn’t write in her journal. She fell asleep not too long after I finished. Jeremy said his sub gets really tired afterward, as well. I will have her write in her journal tomorrow.”
“How often do you scene with her?”
“It was every other day in the beginning, but it’s been every day this week.” He seemed embarrassed, but I completely understood the need to be with your mate all the time. I also understood the call of the Dom, so I tried to alleviate his concerns.
“Oliver, I’m not going to judge you. When Caroline and I first discovered our D/s relationship, we were constantly in a scene, several times a day, every day. We tried spacing it out but couldn’t. In the end, we decided that it’s something we both need every day. It may be something you need, too.”
“I didn’t need it every day before,” he reasoned.
“You hadn’t found your mate then,” I pointed out.
“True. I just had no idea I’d feel this way about another…person.”
“Because she is human? Or just another being in general?”
“I think both. It really did throw me for a loop when I realized my mate was a human. I don’t think I could handle how I feel about her if I didn’t know what I know.”
“How do you feel about her?” I asked, though the answer was written all over his face.
“I want to be with her all the time. I can’t imagine being without her. I love her.”
“And how does she feel about you?” I asked him.
“Gabriel, I don’t really know how she feels.”
“She may not have told you in words, but you must have a feel for her emotions when she’s around you.”
“Yes, and I feel love and contentment coming from her. But that’s not about me. She loves the scenes. I have no idea what she feels for me,” Oliver said in a tone that sounded discouraged.
I wanted to tell him not to worry about it—that what one mate felt the other felt in return—but I didn’t know if that were true for a human and Bocaj who had mated. Humans didn’t feel things as strongly as Bocaj, so it was unlikely that her feelings for him were nearly as strong as what his were for her. It was entirely possible, though, that she did have true feelings for Oliver.
I’d had prophecies of them together, and in most of them it had worked out, but I knew that one small thing could change the course of time. I hoped that it worked out as I saw it, because two lives hung in the balance. Bec could potentially lose her life, and Oliver could lose his reason for living.
However it did happen, I was glad that Oliver had found his mate. Caroline was equally pleased, as she’d been hoping for this day for decades and decades. After all, every mother wanted to see her son happy.
“Have you asked her in her journal?”
“I’ve read her journal, and she often writes of how she feels accepted and loves coming to the playroom. She writes about how she loves the lifestyle, and how it makes her feel.”
“Well, you haven’t given her a chance to know you, Oliver. She hasn’t even seen you, has she?”
He shook his head. “You know it’s against the rules. If the Elders found out, they would expect me to inject her.”
“Oliver, just think about it. If she is your mate, she will eventually have to see you.” I didn’t want to push him, but I also wanted to see him happy.
“Let me ask you this: how much of my prophecy did you see?”
“A second of it,” he acknowledged.
“And was she wearing a blindfold?”
“FUCK! She wasn’t when it happened! At what point did I let her see me? Was it just before the genetic alteration that she saw me and that was why I had to do it? Or was it long before? Maybe she didn’t even see me until after she was injected. And why did she look so fucking young? She looked like she does now!”
“I really don’t know, Oliver. I can’t see everything—just bits here and there. My advice is to treasure every moment you have with her now, and then be open to altering her when the time comes. Think of the positives. You can enjoy training her as a human mate, and then you can do it all over again when she is one of us.” I chuckled. “She will remember all of her training, but her new sexual urges will make it very difficult for her to obey you. You have to remember that humans have been suppressing their sexual desires for centuries, while we have embraced ours. It should make for some fun.”
I liked that Oliver smiled back at me. “Well, that is a bright side.”
Chapter 45
butterfly
Dear Sir,
Today was wonderful. You made me feel so many things. First, when I was sitting in the conference room and you were under the table, I felt like such a dirty slut, enjoying such a thing at work. I was turned on by the idea that people could see my face and would know what I was doing. I also felt scared that they might know. When one of my team
members—his name is Shane—walked in while you were there, I thought for sure he would know, and it excited and humiliated me at the same time. Then later, in your playroom when you spanked me, it made me feel like the naughty girl I am, and yet I felt proud that my body, when pink with your handprints, pleased you. I was able to slip into what I’ve heard termed as ‘subspace’ during my spanking and while you were licking and drinking from me. I felt like an object there for your use, like my only purpose was to be a toy for you. And then, when you took my mouth and fed me your come, I felt so complete. Please, Sir, if it pleases you, I’d love to experience that again.
Humbly yours,
butterfly
I finished writing my journal entry. It had taken me quite some time, as I kept getting lost in thoughts of yesterday’s events.
It was the first time I’d touched his cock, and I was surprised at his length and girth. I wasn’t able to see it, so I had no actual idea of the size, but I knew that I couldn’t get all of it into my mouth, and that it was thick enough to stretch my lips a bit to fit around him. I wondered why he never fucked me if he had a functional cock. The idea that it might be me hurt so much that I pushed it out of my head.
But he had come in my mouth, and it was amazing. It wasn’t like I was an expert on come, but I’d tasted it a few times. It was always ‘bearable’ at best. His had been delicious, though—like vanilla and hazelnut. I wasn’t sure I’d had candy that tasted that good.
And after, the way he touched me made me feel so special. He had confused me a bit when he said that I was strong, but I did actually feel strong. I felt more alive than I could ever remember feeling. I guess it was the adrenaline from being allowed to please him.
Pleasing him was the most important thing to me, and it’s what helped me realize my feelings for him, as confusing as they were. I had fallen in love with a man I’d never actually seen. It was the how and why it was happening that confused me. But there was no doubt—no confusion—about my feelings for that man, my Sir.