Midnight Caller

by NJ Cole

  “Spread your legs for me,” he commanded, and my legs fell wide open as if they had a mind of their own.

  “I wish that you could see how beautiful your pussy looks, little girl. It’s flowered open for me. Your puffy pink lips are glistening around your bright cherry center—and this,” he said, pinching my throbbing clit, “looks good enough to eat.”

  I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips.

  “Shhhh, little one. I am going to finger fuck that wet pussy and you will be quiet. You will not say anything except ‘thank you, Sir’ when I allow you to come, which I will only do if you stay silent. Do you understand, pet?”

  When I nodded my head, he thrust his fingers into me hard. I inhaled sharply but didn’t make a sound. He thrust them in and out quickly, adding what felt like a third finger. I started panting when he stepped closer and placed his other hand on my stomach, pressing down slightly.

  I couldn’t help but to whimper when he curled his fingers upward, pressing my sensitive spot with each stroke while applying pressure from above. I was given specific instructions not to come, yet despite my breathing and wiggling, I was quickly losing the battle. The little self-control that I had was no match for his expert hands.

  “You need to come, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear, continuing his relentless pace.

  I nodded furiously, my breathing now ragged, alternating between holding my breath and gasping for air. My legs began to tremble and I felt fluid flow from my body. I concentrated on not coming before he granted me permission—if he granted me permission. I couldn’t even think about what would happen if he didn’t.

  “Do you know I fucking own this pussy?” he growled. “It’s mine.”

  I nodded again, my lips pressed together in a tight line. He did own my pussy, and I’d allow him to do anything with it he pleased. Right then, I wished what he’d do with it was let it come. I tensed, my entire body trying to hold off through the next wave of pleasure.

  “Good girl. Now come for me.”

  “Oh, thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” I choked in relief as my orgasm rocketed through my body.

  I could tell I was squirting again from the sensation, though my Sir’s mouth had covered my pussy. His tongue flicked at my clit and wet center as I filled his mouth again and again. I could hear him swallowing, and it turned me on to no end.

  Even after I was finished coming, he continued licking me as I lay there panting in a pool of my own fluid, trying to catch my breath. Moments later, I heard the zipper of his pants and I held my breath in anticipation.

  Everything was quiet for a while. I thought I could hear the sound of him stroking himself, but I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t loud like it had been the other night after I’d given him a blowjob. Suddenly, his hands touched my pussy again and spread my lips. His finger gently circled my clit, and then I felt something else rub along my entrance. It felt thick like a vibrator, but he didn’t put it in me. I jumped in surprise when cool liquid landed between my open pussy lips and ran down my slit toward my ass.

  I couldn’t help the groan that left my lips when I realized it had been his cock touching my pussy. He had again marked my pussy as his, and I loved it.

  I inhaled and exhaled deeply, just basking in the feeling. Something soft touched my lips, and for a moment I thought it was his cock, but when it moved, I realized it was his lips. He kissed me long and hard, his hands trailing over my breasts, rubbing my nipples gently. His kisses ironically didn’t arouse me further, but calmed me down. With one final kiss, he pulled back.

  “You may go to the ladies room and freshen up. You’ll need to fix your hair and makeup, as you look like you’ve been thoroughly ravaged.”

  I heard the door click and I sat up, taking the blindfold off. I could see my reflection in the glass and I did look like I’d been ravaged—which I had been, and I’d loved every minute of it.

  I fixed my blouse and pulled down my skirt, then slid my panties back on—though they were wet from earlier. When I was decent again, I headed back down to the ladies room on my floor, hoping not to run into anyone along the way.

  Luck was only half on my side. I did run into a woman, but thankfully I didn’t know her. She looked a bit familiar, though. She was one of those supermodel type women who never had a hair out of place. When I walked in, she was just washing her hands at the sink. She inhaled quickly and smiled, which I found very unnerving.

  “Um, hi,” I said, trying to make small talk and wondering how I was going to wash up with her in there.

  “Hello,” she replied, drying her hands. “I hope you don’t mind my saying, but you smell absolutely lovely.”

  Was she kidding? The smell of sex surrounding me had to be overpowering. I couldn’t think of any type of a response to her statement.

  She walked out of the ladies room, and I sighed in relief. I was due back from lunch in five minutes, so I would have to make quick work of it. The last thing I wanted was for Candy, Shane or Oliver to know what I’d done over my lunch break!

  Chapter 48

  Sir

  When I’d rubbed my cock between her folds, it felt so good that I came almost instantly. I left the room first, with the vision of my come covering her pussy fresh in my mind. Waiting off to the side where she wouldn’t see me, I watched as she left the office and hurried to the elevator. Her clothes were rumpled and her hair wild, which made me smile to myself. I stayed where I was for another few minutes before making my way to the stairs.

  As I walked out of the stairwell toward the conference room, I was greeted with a smiling Sydney. The sight was definitely out of place.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked somewhat rudely.

  “Well, I came to spend lunch with my husband. With as much as you’ve been teasing him with your submissive, he can barely make it through the day. Honestly, I don’t blame him. I just saw her again, and she smells even better than I’d remembered, though I’m not sure exactly what you see in her physically.”

  “What the fuck? You saw her? Smelled her?”

  “Yes, in the ladies room. I told her that she smelled lovely.”

  “You will never speak to her again, do you understand me?”

  Fire flashed in Sydney’s eyes. I was about to grab her and shake her, but noticed that Bec was coming down the hall. I patted Sydney’s shoulder instead, and when she turned around, she had a huge smile on her face.

  “Nice seeing you again. You must be Bec. Oliver has told me about you.”

  The look of shock on Bec’s face was indescribable.

  “You, um, you know Oliver?”

  “Yes, he and I go way back. It feels like I’ve known him hundreds of years.”

  She looked from Sydney to me and back again.

  I could have introduced her as my sister, but I really didn’t want this conversation to go on any longer than it needed to, so I kept it simple. “Bec, this is Sydney Preston. She is one of the executives and was just asking for an update on the project. I told her that your work was exemplary.”

  Bec looked abashed at my compliment, and I loved how modest she was.

  “Now, Ms. Preston, if you don’t mind, we need to get back to work.”

  “Oh, I don’t mind at all,” she said coyly. “Lead the way.”

  Mother fucker! Did she really think she was going to sit in the room with us? I’d have to tell Shane to keep his bitch on a tighter leash.

  Shane had been as surprised to see Sydney as I was. As annoyed as I felt, it was nice to have Shane’s mate in the room, because with her there, I felt no threat from him.

  What wasn’t nice was Candy. Since we hadn’t introduced Sydney as Shane’s wife, she somehow felt the need to piss all over him, as if she would have been any sort of competition for Sydney. Even though she was my sister, I wasn’t blind. Sydney was beautiful and had an amazing body, along with a superior intellect. She actually managed the family’s money, gaining more through investments than we could ever dream o
f spending.

  Candy, however, wouldn’t let up. “I guess all those late nights working together paid off.” It had been her second reference to her special relationship with either Shane or myself—possibly both—and Sydney had had enough.

  “Wow, these guys must be machines then—having the energy to stay late with you and still go out with me to the club last week!”

  I loved the look on her face when she realized what Sydney was saying, but she recovered quickly. “Oh I like to go clubbing, too. Maybe I can join you next time—see what kind of endurance these two have.”

  “Oh, I don’t think so. It’s pretty exclusive. They don’t let just anyone in. You have to be really hot.”

  The look on Candy’s face was priceless as she realized the insult.

  “Though, you look like you’d fit in,” she said, turning to Bec. As much as it pissed me off that she was fucking with my girl, I liked the compliment.

  “Who, her?” Candy rolled her eyes. “Bec’s idea of a good time is going to the library. I’m definitely the fun one because I know how to party. I could really use another great place to hook up with guys, too. I’m pretty fabulous in that department, if I do say so myself.” She was batting her eyelashes at Shane, and had Bec not spoken, I was pretty sure we would have been removing Sydney’s fist from Candy’s skull.

  But Bec did say something. Though it was just a mutter under her breath, yet was loud enough for any Bocaj to hear. “I have better phone sex than she’s ever had in real life.”

  It caused both Sydney and Shane to burst into laughter. I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my face, either.

  Although they didn’t become fast friends, Sydney and Bec seemed to bond over Candy’s lack of tact the rest of the afternoon.

  As we left for the day, Sydney whispered to me, “I guess I could put up with her.”

  It was great to hear at the end of the afternoon that she liked Bec. Sure, she’d said she could ‘put up with her’, but coming from Sydney, that was a compliment. I doubted she would say much better about Payton, and the two of them had lived together for decades.

  I rushed home from work, only to watch Bec move around her apartment. She knew to be in the playroom at seven, but that gave us nearly ninety minutes. It would be nice if I were able to just talk to her right now, or have her serve me—whichever mood hit me first. I felt the urge to claim her again, an urge that was building more and more each day.

  By the time it was seven, I’d set out the flogger and crop on the table in the playroom, along with a set of nipple clamps. I knew I would have to control myself. If she were Bocaj, I would be flogging her ass and then grabbing her hair tightly, fucking her face hard while I used that crop on her pussy.

  I didn’t miss Gretchen at all, though it was times like this that I missed having a virtually indestructible submissive. I could watch her slip into subspace and then use her body as I chose: fucking, slapping, pinching, punishing without constant worry of any consequences. Sure, Gretchen felt pain, but she would heal. One slip up with Bec and I could kill her, so I was constantly on alert. Maybe altering her wouldn’t be so bad after all. Gabriel said it was going to happen; perhaps it was time to stop resisting change.

  Chapter 49

  butterfly

  I couldn’t wait to see my Sir again. Lunch today had been wonderful, and the afternoon had been a nice break from routine. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed working with Candy, Oliver and Shane, but Candy could grate on you sometimes. She was always making comments about me being inexperienced. I wanted to just tell her to her face that I had better phone sex than she’d ever had in her life, but of course I didn’t. I had mumbled it though, at the same time Shane and Ms. Preston, one of the executives, laughed about something. I hoped that they hadn’t heard me.

  Candy made some remark implying that she and Oliver and Shane worked late a lot. I loved it when Ms. Preston—who was beyond beautiful—told her that she’d been out with both of them recently. I recalled that Shane said he and Oliver were going to a club, but I still couldn’t picture Oliver out clubbing. He, unlike Shane, just didn’t seem the type.

  I got ready for the playroom, showering and changing. I shaved my legs and armpits, but resisted the urge to shave my pussy. It had a bit of hair growing back, but Trudy at Von Rhine’s had told me to just let it grow, and she would remove it again when I saw her next. My appointment was this Saturday. I’d been afraid that my Sir would complain, but apparently he was aware of this practice, as he’d made the appointment for me in the first place.

  When I got to the playroom my jaw practically dropped. There on the table was my blindfold, of course, but next to it, was the flogger, crop and a set of nipple clamps. My heart raced with excitement.

  I undressed quickly and went to take my place on the floor. Once again, a sketch on the wall caught my eye. This time it was a close up of two breasts with lilac petals on them. I looked closely at the way the petals fell, covering only part of her breasts. Leaning in more, I could see each pencil stroke. Mouth agape, I stepped back. There was no doubt in my mind that the drawing was of me.

  I started to look at the other sketches and began to recognize myself in several of them. The happiness I felt at being captured like that was equivalent to the hurt I felt when I recalled that there had already been some sketches on the wall the first time I entered the playroom. They couldn’t possibly have been of me. It answered my unasked question of whether or not there were others.

  “On your knees,” I heard his voice growl over the intercom.

  I scrambled to the floor.

  “And get that fucking blindfold on. Do you like to keep your Sir waiting?”

  I rushed to tie the blindfold tight and waited, trembling on the floor.

  “So, you were admiring the artwork,” he said as he entered the room, his voice much calmer.

  I nodded.

  “See anything you like?”

  I nodded again.

  “Tell me, little one. Tell me what had you so distracted that you forgot to get ready.”

  I gulped. “I um, saw a sketch on the wall that, um…it, well it kinda looked like me from the other day.”

  “Come now, butterfly. We both know you have an artistic eye. It didn’t kind of look like you. It does look like you. And you know why, so go ahead and say it.”

  I gulped. “It is me,” I said, stating what we both knew to be true.

  “Yes, it is you, and we can discuss it and any others that you’d like at a later time. Right now, though, we have to deal with two things that just happened.”

  His voice had turned hard, and I felt my stomach flutter with nervousness.

  “First of all, you weren’t ready for me at the specified time. The reason you were late was well within your control, and therefore you will be punished. And secondly, when I asked you a question, you didn’t answer with the full truth. No, you didn’t outright lie, but you didn’t tell the full truth either, and for that you will also be punished.”

  Grabbing me by a nipple and tugging, he said, “To the whipping bench.”

  I scrambled to my feet quickly as he pulled me across the room. Trying to please him, I hurried as fast as I could.

  “Over the bench now!”

  I whimpered as he pulled me roughly into position. He was not tender as he strapped my wrists and ankles down.

  “I was going to use the flogger and crop to bring you great pleasure tonight, but you were not ready and waiting for me. Instead, I was waiting for you.”

  I wanted to cry at his words—not that I wasn’t going to receive pleasure, but that he was disappointed in me.

  He slapped my ass cheek and I remained still. “Now, you will thank me for each one. I will give you ten warm up slaps with my hand, then ten with the flogger and ten with the crop.”

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  I thanked him again and again as he slapped my ass, making it extremely tender. He paused for a moment, and the sound of hi
s footsteps told me he had walked to the cabinet to get something. My mind raced as I heard the swishing sound a millisecond before I felt the fire explode across my sensitive flesh. I hadn’t really prepared myself for the pain, and it was intense. Before I knew it, I was screaming out across the room.

  “MOTHER FUCKER! ROSE!”

  Chapter 50

  Sir

  “ROSE!” she screamed out seconds before several bright red lines appeared across her ass.

  I’d hit her much harder than I’d intended to.

  Shit.

  I took two calming breaths and then spoke. “What’s wrong, babygirl?”

  She sobbed uncontrollably.

  I waited for her to calm down before asking again. “You must speak, butterfly. Do you need me to end the scene?”

  “No,” she said, her voice small.

  I smiled. “Then why did you say rose?”

  “I don’t know. I got scared. It hurt a lot, and I guess I wasn’t prepared for it. Now I’ve fucked up three times.”

  “Watch your mouth, little girl,” I said calmly.

  “See, four times!” She was sobbing again.

  “Yes, you did, and you were taking your punishment to make up for it.”

  “And then I would be forgiven?” she asked, sniffling.

  “Of course,” I replied.

  She was silent for a few more seconds, then said, “Please, Sir, may butterfly take the punishment so she will be forgiven?”

  “Yes,” I said, glad that she couldn’t see the goofy grin on my face. “I’m going to do a few warm ups again, this time with the flogger you are used to.”

  I grabbed it and flicked it on her ass, actually hearing her purr. I flicked it again, harder this time, and she remembered to speak. “Thank you, Sir.”

  After a few more warms ups, I told her that I was switching to her punishment flogger.