Midnight Caller

by NJ Cole

  I didn’t know how he felt about me, though. I wasn’t even sure if I was the only woman he called and brought to his playroom. I tried not to think about it, because the thought of him doing to other women what he did with me made me want to throw up. I knew it was silly to be so possessive, and that I really had no right, but it did worry me. I never really thought about it when we were together. I kept my mind blank, thinking only of the tasks he gave me or about how much I loved what he was doing to me.

  He never gave me clues as to how he felt about me, either. Well, he did a few times. The time he hurt my wrist, he’d called me Rebecca. It was the first time I’d heard him use my real name, though I knew he knew it. After all, he had my number, knew where I lived, and had even shown up at my work. I was sure he knew my full name. But last night, when I’d been serving him in the way I’d dreamed of, he had said “my butterfly” and “MINE” when he came into my mouth. It was almost like he was claiming me as his. The thought made goose bumps appear on my body.

  I wanted to ask him about it in my journal. I wanted so much to know how he felt—if I were the only one—and I wanted to ask him why I never was allowed to see him, touch him, have him inside of me. I knew it wasn’t my place, though, and if I was honest, a bit of me was afraid of what he might say. What if he told me something that I didn’t want to hear? I was open enough that I had asked him in my journal to let me try blowing him again, and I hoped that someday he might.

  I didn’t even remember going to bed last night or waking up in the morning. I did, however, remember my dreams. Ever since my Sir had called me Rebecca, I kept having dreams about Oliver and how he was my Sir. It was ridiculous, really. Oliver was so, so, well…unlike Sir. But there was a small part of Oliver that reminded me of Sir. Maybe it was his voice. I tried not to think about it too much because if I put Oliver’s face and body with my Sir’s words and actions, I’d never leave that playroom. I’d just want to stay there and fuck him for all of eternity!

  When he called me to the playroom later that night, I went anxiously. A bit of me was afraid because I’d written a request in the journal. When I got there, I quickly undressed and got in the ready position. Before I knelt down, something caught my eye. It was a sketch of a woman giving a man a blowjob. I swore it was a new picture, but maybe I’d just never noticed it before. I looked more closely at the other pictures on the walls, and I recognized several positions we’d been in. I wondered if my Sir got his ideas from the sketches on the wall.

  I was still thinking about that after I’d put on my blindfold while I knelt on the floor waiting for him. When he entered, I felt myself moisten between the legs.

  “I can smell you from here,” he said from across the room. I resisted the urge to close my legs, even though I felt myself get wetter.

  “You were thinking about sucking my cock again, weren’t you, little girl?”

  I nodded my head as I felt my cheeks flame in embarrassment. I felt him brush something across my lips that might have been his finger tip. Or maybe it was the tip of his cock. Either way, I felt myself start to drip. Over and over he rubbed my lips, and I got wetter and wetter. I felt the liquid start to drip out of me onto the floor, making everything below me wet, I was sure.

  “You are so wet for me. You are such a little come slut, aren’t you?”

  I shivered at his words. They were true—I was a come slut. I would do anything to taste his come again.

  “You like to drink come, don’t you, my little slut?”

  I nodded, no longer caring what it made me look like.

  The softness left my lips and he reached between my legs. I felt his fingers swipe across my wet folds and dart inside of me quickly. He pulled his hand back and pressed his fingers to my lips. “Lick your juice from my fingers, little one.”

  I could smell my arousal, and a moment later, when my tongue touched his fingers, I tasted myself as well. Wetness kept dripping from me and my cheeks burned in humiliation—first from what I was doing, and second from the realization that his fingers felt different from what had been rubbing on my lips earlier. It had been his cock!

  “Good girl,” he said, raising my head again as he touched my lower lip. “Open.”

  He didn’t need to say more. I opened my mouth and he slid his finger in. “Suck.”

  I sucked hard, getting all of my taste from it. “Now give me your tongue.”

  I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out. I felt him rub the tip of his cock on it. He pulled it back for a moment, teasing me. “Do you want it?”

  I nodded my head urgently.

  “Then tell me what you are,” he said, rubbing his cock around my mouth but not touching my lips. “Speak.”

  “A come slut, Sir—butterfly is a come slut,” I admitted eagerly, expecting his cock. He surprised me by pulling back instead.

  “You are not a come slut. You are MY come slut. Say it!” He was growling low in my ear.

  “Yes, Sir, butterfly is your come slut,” I said, smiling momentarily before he pressed his cock onto my lower lip. I wasted no time in taking him into my mouth. Instantly, I was given the flavor that tasted even more delicious than I remembered. I licked, tasted, sucked, and he rewarded me with come that had become my new reason to live.

  I wrote about it in my journal again, thanking my Sir and telling him how special it made me feel. I wasn’t surprised when he called in the morning and told me he wanted me to come serve him again. Since it was Saturday, he wanted me there right after lunch.

  “Today, my sweet girl, I’m going to give you a few tasks to do, and if you complete them successfully, I will reward your mouth with my come,” he said as I knelt in the waiting position.

  “I want you on display on the large table,” he explained picking me up and putting me on a flat, padded table. “Your first task is to come for me, and I want you to come hard. You will play with your beautiful breasts and clit, and I will do as I want with the rest of your body.”

  A shiver ran through me from head to toe. I moved my hands onto my tits and clit to begin playing. Instantly, more wetness appeared between my legs. I began to breathe hard, loving the sensations my fingers were causing, when I felt something cold at the entrance of my pussy.

  “Fuck, please,” I begged, removing my fingers and wiggling my pussy toward the dildo.

  “Stay still! And I didn’t ask you to speak,” his words stung, but not as much has his hand which he brought down quickly onto my swollen pussy. One, two, three, four times he slapped the wet skin. “This is my body to do with as I please. I will do what I want, when I want, and how I want.” The liquid poured from my body at his words. “That’s a good girl,” he chuckled. “So eager to please. Now, you will go back to playing with that clit. It looks like it could use some attention.”

  Again I could hear the chuckle behind his words, and when my fingers found my clit, I knew why. It was swollen larger than I’d ever felt and I would have been embarrassed if he hadn’t murmured “So beautiful,” at that exact moment.

  He teased around my entrance with the dildo, once, twice, and then finally thrust it in. My back arched off the table and I screamed out in pleasure. I didn’t even catch my breath before he began fucking me hard with it. I had to slow my fingers on my clit because I was already close.

  Relief washed through me when he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Come for me, butterfly.”

  I couldn’t have controlled it even if I wanted to. I allowed my body the release it had been craving since the moment he called me to use me—probably even before then. I felt the liquid rush from me and cover my pussy, thighs, and the table I was laying on.

  “Your pussy is beautiful, swollen and glistening with your come, and your body looks spectacular. So pink and flushed. I am going to use it as my canvas. You will lie completely still so I can paint on you.”

  I heard his hand moving back and forth over his cock, and I wished so much that I could see it. If he wasn’t going to le
t me see it, I wished he would at least let me taste it. I licked my lips at the thought.

  “You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you? You will get it if you follow my instructions.” I could hear his voice straining, and I knew he was close already.

  While I listened to him stroking his cock, I wondered what he was going to have me do. The thoughts made me even more excited.

  “Fuck, baby, your pussy is even wetter,” he groaned. “I’m going to cover it with my come.”

  I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips, and apparently that was all it took. I felt it—cool droplets of his come covering my body. Most of it coated my pussy lips, but I could feel it on my stomach, too. A stream of it even went from under my chin down to my nipple.

  “You look so beautiful wearing my come.”

  I smiled at his compliment. “Clean my cock,” he said, pressing it against my lips. I sucked on the tip, but after less than a minute, he removed himself from my mouth.

  “Now listen carefully, my butterfly. I am going to dress you, and then you are going to run an errand for me. You will go to Murphy’s Florist, two blocks down. He has something for you. When you get back, if you’ve been a good girl, you may taste my come again.”

  He slipped something over my head that felt like a tank top with strings for straps. It clung immediately to the wet spots on my chest.

  “Oh, it looks beautiful with the wetness showing and your hard nipples poking at the fabric. Not to mention your aroma—it is all over you.”

  I felt myself blush at his words.

  “In a moment I will leave, and you may look at yourself in the mirror before running my errand.”

  I was waiting for him to hand me pants before he left, but he didn’t. Surely he didn’t plan for me to go out in just a shirt…no pants or panties.

  I heard the door click and I removed my blindfold. I stood there in shock, staring at myself. I was wearing a thin cotton sundress that barely covered my ass, and I could see his come soaking through the material. My hard nipples were visible, jutting out from beneath the fabric, and if I were honest, I thought I could see the darkened outline of my areolae.

  I swallowed hard and took a deep breath before I began my task.

  Nervously, I stepped into the elevator. The dress I wore barely covered me, and if even the slightest breeze blew, I had no doubt that people would see my bare pussy and ass. And the thing was, they weren’t even bare. They were covered with come—my come and my Sir’s come. Even if people didn’t see it, they would surely smell it. The thought terrified and excited me all at the same time.

  I walked quickly through the lobby and onto the street. I hadn’t bumped into anyone yet, and only passed a few people on the way. The men turned their heads to watch me walk, but thankfully no one approached me.

  When I reached the florist, I opened the door and walked in quickly, feeling safe.

  There was a man behind the counter staring at me as I stood in the doorway.

  “May I help you?” he asked with a smile. His eyes looked me over from head to toe, giving me goose bumps.

  “I’m here to pick something up.”

  “You must be butterfly,” he said, his smile widening.

  “Yes,” I sighed, grateful I didn’t need to explain further. I walked up to the counter and waited while he went to a cooler to get me a bouquet.

  “It smells wonderful in here,” I said, making small talk as I waited.

  “Yes it does,” he replied, staring straight at my crotch. I felt myself flame red. He handed me the flowers and I thanked him, then left the store quickly. I hoped that I could get home before running into anyone else, but I wasn’t that lucky.

  Right outside of my building a man was taking his dog on a walk. The dog must have been able to smell me half a block away, because before I even got anywhere near them, he had pulled on his leash and gotten away from his owner. The big dog—at least part Great Dane—bounded up to me, and before I knew it, had his head stuck between my legs and was sniffing. I felt his cold nose on my inner thigh.

  I screamed and pushed at his big head at the same time the man caught up with him, yanking him away by his leash. “Jesus Christ, Bandit!” he yelled at the dog. “I’m so sorry, Miss. I have no idea what got into him. He’s never done anything like that before. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

  The entire time he was talking, he was looking down at the dog. When I didn’t respond quickly enough, he turned to look at me. His eyes went wide when he really saw me for the first time, darting from my breasts down to my thighs. I was sure he could see both my hard nipples and the shortness of my skirt. “Um, um,” was all he stuttered.

  “No, he didn’t hurt me,” I said in answer to his earlier question, hoping to just be on my way.

  “Good. He really is harmless. I just wanted to play with you. I mean, he just wanted to play with you. Well, not play with you like that. Oh, fuck,” he rambled, turning red. He took a deep breath and then continued talking. “Let me start again. My name is Cal, and this is my boy, Bandit. Maybe we can get together and do something sometime?”

  He was asking me out? I was dressed like this and he was asking me out? I had no doubt what he thought we would get together and do. “Um, no. I’m in a relationship,” I answered quickly. It was true. Even if my Sir was dating other women, I felt completely taken.

  I left him standing there as I rushed into the building with the bouquet of flowers still in hand, and sighed in relief when the elevator doors closed behind me. Once it was over, I realized how exciting the entire thing had been for me.

  I brought the bouquet into the playroom with me. The stems of the lilacs were tied together with a thick piece of white silk ribbon.

  “The flowers look beautiful, butterfly, as do you. You will keep that dress on. I want to enjoy you in it.”

  I looked around the room to see where his voice was coming from. It must have been an intercom system, which made me realize that he could see my every move in the playroom.

  “Now, you will remove the ribbon from the flowers and use it as your blindfold for the rest of the afternoon.”

  I set the flowers down and removed the long white ribbon. As ordered, I tied it in place and stood, waiting for further instructions.

  Hearing the click of the door, I knew he was in the playroom with me. I didn’t even hear him approach, but before I knew it, he had picked me up and placed me on a table. He pulled quickly at the strings tying the dress together at the shoulders, and when the top of the dress came loose, he pulled the material down and exposed my breasts.

  The scent of the flowers filled the entire room as I felt several tiny things—which I could only imagine as petals—fall onto my breasts. He gently rubbed the pad of his thumb over first one nipple then the other, bringing both peaks to even more attention.

  “You have done everything I have asked of you. Now you will get your reward.” With the smell of lilacs saturating the air, he teased my lips with his cock and then pressed it into my mouth.

  My senses were on overload. The aroma of the lilacs mixed with his scent was making my head dizzy. His taste was even more incredible than the smells. Each time his flavor would fade, I would increase my suction and be rewarded with another hint of his taste. I sucked his cock like my life depended on it, and for some reason, the longer I did, the stronger I felt. Instead of tiring, I felt invigorated.

  All too soon, he was grunting and groaning, making sounds that let me know that he was very close to coming.

  “Fuck, butterfly,” he moaned. “Fuck, you are so good. Here. It. Is.”

  I began quickly gulping, having already learned how much come he produced and how quickly I’d have to swallow to get it all. As it shot straight down my throat, I felt instantly alive again. I sucked his cock hard to get out the last few drops, and earned myself a high-pitched, “Mother fucker!” from my Sir.

  He pulled himself quickly from my mouth, and I was worried I’d done something wro
ng until I felt his finger on my cheek. “So amazing,” he said, sounding in awe.

  I felt my chest puff up at the compliment.

  “My turn,” he said, tying my wrists above my head. I also felt a leather strap go around my waist. I wasn’t sure how I knew it was leather, but it was almost as if I could actually smell it. He’d never restrained me like this before, but when his mouth crashed down on my pussy, I was glad he did. I felt like I could tear through the ropes and the leather, and for some reason, I felt like holding his head to my pussy and crushing it between my thighs. It was very un-sub-like behavior, and I tried to gain control of myself.

  It wasn’t easy, because his tongue and lips were incredible. His fingers moved in and out of my pussy and over my lips. When he moved his finger to my asshole, I groaned at the sensation and then bucked away from him in embarrassment.

  “Are you denying me your ass?” my Sir growled.

  I trembled at his words and forced myself to stay still. It took all of my concentration, because the thought of him claiming me in yet another way nearly drove me over the edge.

  I was so focused on staying still as his finger circled and circled—thinking so much about whether or not he would fuck my ass—that I didn’t feel the sensation of my orgasm building. I couldn’t understand it, but everything seemed heightened. I felt the wave coming on stronger than it ever had before, and I tried to stop it but couldn’t. It built and built, making me feel like I’d left my body. I was about to call rose, then thought I should call mum, but before I could say either, his tongue flicked my clit hard and fast, and two of his fingers dove inside of me while the other continued to tease my asshole. I went to speak, to call a safe word—I really did—but all that came out was a scream when I reached my climax. The world around me went a blinding white, then totally black.

  Chapter 46

  Sir

  It all happened so fast. I wondered if she had any clue how fast it had happened. Her back arched, and she broke the leather strap on her abdomen, letting out this primal scream I was sure even the soundproofing couldn’t completely hide. Her come left her body with such force that there was no way I could get it all, and then she just collapsed. Her body spent, she went limp. I ripped her blindfold off, and the prophecy Gabriel had flashed before my eyes. Was this how it happened?