by NJ Cole
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and I could see the muscles in her ass tense up.
“Oh no, little girl. Relax or this is going to hurt much worse than it has to.”
I massaged her ass, and at my touch, she relaxed again. Using less force than last time, I brought the flogger down on her ass. She grunted, but didn’t call rose. “One. Thank you, Sir,” she said, clearly trying to keep her voice steady.
I continued with her punishment, each time using a little more force. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was thanking me and counting, and I could tell she was slipping into subspace.
Her ass was covered in the sexiest dark pink lines crisscrossing her beautiful, bright pink cheeks. My cock was rock hard and weeping at the sight, making me wish I could drop my pants and fuck her hard right then and there.
After the punishment flogger, I switched to the crop. I swung it with precision, landing the strike directly between her spread legs on her pussy lips. She didn’t flinch, but counted out each wet, sloppy slap to her dripping pussy.
When I hit twenty, she was completely relaxed and didn’t move, even after I was done. I got to my knees and lapped at her wetness, causing her to sigh and spread her legs slightly wider. It was a complete act of submission and it was beautiful. From her serene stance and slow breathing, I could tell that she was deep in subspace. I continued to lick her, taking from her everything I’d earned with my punishment strokes.
She was soaked, so it took quite some time for me to lick her clean, but I savored every moment of it. She moaned softly, but other than that, she was quiet.
I walked around to the front of her, and though the blindfold covered her eyes, she had the most beautiful expression on her face. “You are forgiven for not being ready, little one,” I said, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “But now you need to take your punishment for not telling me the truth earlier when I asked you about the sketches.”
She nodded obediently.
“Open,” I said calmly as I unzipped my pants. She complied, and I rubbed my cock around her lips before sliding it in.
Her warm mouth engulfed my cock as she eagerly sucked. “Oh yes, baby,” I moaned, resisting the temptation to fuck her face. She hummed around me, sending vibrations through my cock, but I controlled the urge to come. She was not going to get my come tonight—she hadn’t earned it. She sucked hard, using her lips and tongue to give me pleasure. When I was about to come, I pulled back and came into a tissue I’d grabbed.
“You only told me half of the truth tonight, so you only get to serve me halfway. You did not earn my come. That is your second punishment.”
She nodded her head silently, though I could tell she was crying again. “Is butterfly forgiven?” she asked after a moment, her voice cracking.
“That depends. Will you tell me the truth from now on, not hide things from me?” As the words fell from my lips, I realized how hypocritical they were. I had to tell her about myself soon. If she promised to be honest, then I would be, too.
“Yes, Sir,” she said solemnly.
Flashes of the conversation I’d had with Payton crossed my mind. “Why don’t you just ask her?” she had said. And I did consider asking her what she wanted right then, but I was scared. What if there was nothing more to her feelings than enjoying the playroom? What if I asked her what she wanted, and she wanted someone or something other than me? Rather than ask her outright, I decided instead to have her write her thoughts.
“Tonight, after I leave, you will write in your journal. You will answer the question as truthfully as you can.”
I quickly unbuckled the restraints and left the room. I swore her second punishment was just as hard on me as it was on her.
She cleaned the room quickly and grabbed the journal, turning to the newest page.
What do you want?
That was the question I’d written. Thirty minutes later, immediately after she left, I went into the playroom to read her entry.
Dearest Sir,
There are so many things that I want in life. I want a fulfilling career and to be part of a real family, but what I want most of all is you. I want to know you in the playroom and out. I want to know what you look like, and what you feel like. What I really want, I guess, is to be with you always. I’m sorry if that scares you, or if it’s not the appropriate thing to say, but it is the truth. What I want, simply put, is you.
Always yours,
butterfly
I read her entry twice, not daring to believe it the first time. Had I read it wrong? I knew I hadn’t. She wanted me. ME! I had believed Gabriel when he said that Bec was my mate, and I’d felt it myself, but on some level, I hadn’t believed that she would ever return my feelings. Two centuries of searching for a mate would do that to you.
She said she wanted to know me both in the playroom and out. She wanted to see me, touch me, be with me. I wondered if she would want me after she found out what I was, and I decided then and there that I had to take that chance. I wouldn’t lie to her any longer—she was worth the risk. She’d taken a chance and told me about her feelings; I’d do the same and tell her the truth about myself.
The decision made, I picked up my cell phone. Gabriel answered on the first ring. “Is everything alright, Oliver?” he asked, his voice full of concern. After the last phone call, I couldn’t blame him. That was the reason I was calling him. I wanted to make sure that nothing like that ever happened again.
“I’ve decided to allow Bec to see me. I plan on asking her to wear my collar.”
Gabriel was silent for a moment. “Oliver, is it going to be a traditional collaring ceremony?”
I knew what he meant. He meant, was I going to physically consummate our bond? I wanted to, but my need was for her to be safe—and my need far outweighed my want.
“Only if it is safe. That’s why I was calling. Have you heard from Jeremy?”
“Actually, he called yesterday to thank us for our hospitality at the club. He and Hannah have settled in Canada for a while before he attempts to genetically alter her. He wanted me to tell you that he made love to her while she was still human. As he told you when he was here, she gets stronger with his fluid, just like you have observed with Bec. Apparently, before they are intimate, he has her drink from him several times. It makes her much more durable.”
I took a mental note of the information Gabriel continued to give me, going into more specific details. If my butterfly accepted me, then I planned on consummating our relationship.
I made one more call. “Would you like to go shopping with me?” I asked the moment she answered the phone.
“Oh, Oliver!” Payton sighed into the phone. “Shopping?”
“Yes. I need a collar.”
While I waited for Payton, I watched my butterfly pace her apartment. She looked upset, so I decided to call her. When her phone rang, she jumped. “Thinking about me?” I asked when she picked up.
“Yes.”
I chuckled. “Honesty, I like that.”
She dropped her eyes and smiled.
“Tomorrow, you will wear thigh highs under your skirt. Only thigh highs, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, nodding for emphasis.
“And butterfly, at lunch you will go to the seventh floor and put on a blindfold. You will offer your body to me and I will enjoy it while bringing you great pleasure. You have more than earned that reward.” I hung up the phone without saying more.
She laid out her clothing for work—a black skirt and black thigh highs, along with a pale blue silk shirt. My cock was throbbing at the thought of her dressed in that sexy outfit while serving me. When she stripped down and climbed in bed, I couldn’t take it anymore and called her.
“I’ve changed my mind, butterfly,” I said when she answered the phone. “I want to watch you come tonight before you go to bed. It’s been awhile since you have performed for me. Make it good.”
Her performance was stellar. She had used a toy, shown me her body, and h
ad waited for me to tell her to come—which I did after getting a glimpse of her ass. The lines were still there, giving me a release of my own.
“Sorry I’m late,” I said to Payton when I got to the rooftop of my building.
She was grinning and reeked of sex. “No problem,” she said, buttoning her jacket.
“Were you and Caleb just fucking up here?” I asked, looking for him and trying to detect his scent, yet finding nothing except traces of it on Payton’s clothes.
“No, I was enjoying the show,” she said, pointing in the direction of Bec’s apartment.
I glared at her. She’d been up here getting off while watching my girl masturbate for me, and I was pissed.
“What?” Payton asserted. “She’s beautiful, and so talented with a vibrator. I’d love to have her at my feet.”
“Not going to happen,” I said through gritted teeth.
Payton grinned. “Um, yeah, we’ll see about that.”
We headed downtown to a jewelry store. It had closed thirty minutes ago, but the owner had agreed to stay open when I said I was coming in.
I knew exactly what I wanted, and I hoped that he had it because I really didn’t want to wait for it to be made.
“It will be a one of a kind, like her.”
“Of course, Sir,” the jeweler said, opening a closet behind him as I continued to speak.
“It will be silver in color, as if to light up a room the way her smile does.”
The man continued to search.
“But it will not be made of silver. It will be made of something stronger, something that will not tarnish, something that will not break—stainless steel. And the chain will be separated in two places—as we are two individuals—yet they will be joined together by a small heart shaped lock in the front, and an actual lock in the back.”
The man behind the counter smiled as he pulled out the exact necklace I’d described.
“Perfect,” I said, smiling at my girl’s new collar.
Payton nodded in agreement. “It is quite lovely, just like your butterfly.”
“Please have it engraved. I’ll wait.”
“Of course, Sir. And what shall it say?”
“On the front, nothing—plain, simple, elegant—but on the back it will say, ‘MY butterfly’.”
The smile on Payton’s face mirrored my own. I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from me just by deciding to let my butterfly see me.
I ran through the different scenarios of how I would tell her in my head and realized I really didn’t have a plan.
“Payton, should I just come right out and tell her?”
She sighed, her smile staying in place. “Oliver, I really don’t know. If you want it to go well, just answer her questions. You don’t have to reveal everything all at once—slowly is a good bet—but if she asks, don’t lie.”
“Fair enough,” I replied, already making plans for tomorrow night.
We walked in silence for a bit. “You know, I asked her what she wanted.”
She remained quiet, giving me a chance to continue.
“She said that the one thing she wanted the most is to see me. You know, for the first time in my life, I’m a bit nervous about my appearance. What if she doesn’t find me attractive?”
Payton snorted. “Oliver! Are you insane? We are made so that everyone is attracted to us. We emit oxygen. People can practically get high from standing next to us. To top it off, you’re hot. I’m pretty sure you could turn the heads of straight men. Besides, she’s already attracted to you.”
“That’s not true,” I countered. “I’ve asked her out, and she turned me down.”
Payton’s eyebrows arched. “Who asked her out? Oliver, the co-worker? Or Oliver, the Dom?”
“Co-worker. It’s not like I could take her out as a Dom. She always wears a blindfold.”
“Oliver, there are lots of reasons she could have turned you down. First of all, she probably doesn’t date co-workers. Second, you are her superior, and if things went badly, she could lose her job. If it went well, people would talk.”
“Very true,” I said, feeling a bit better.
“And then there is the other reason…the most likely reason…”
“WHICH IS?”
“She doesn’t want anyone other than her Sir.”
Payton grinned as she walked off into the night, leaving me with a newfound hope. Just as she rounded the corner, I heard her whisper, “Call Gabriel.”
Chapter 51
butterfly
What do you want?
That was the question in the journal. I’d really fucked up tonight, yet he was kind and forgiving in his punishments. He said he’d forgiven me, and I believed he had, but the hardest part was yet to come. I’d promised to write the truth in my journal. I had never lied in there, but I had held back the truth.
I stared at the page with only the four words on it, reading his question again. What do you want?
There were lots of things that I wanted, though I didn’t want the same things as most people my age. I didn’t want money—the death of my parents had brought me more than I could ever need, though I’d much rather be poor and have them back. I wanted to be successful at my job, but only if I earned it. I wanted a family. I wanted parents, brothers and sisters. Those were simply things that I didn’t think I would ever have. I also wanted a husband and children—something else I never thought I’d have until I met my Sir. I’d never met a man that made me feel the way he did. I wasn’t sure my Sir would even want to hear about that, but I’d promised to tell the whole truth. I searched my heart for what it was that I really wanted.
I wanted him.
I wanted my Sir—all of him—no matter the consequences. I’d be willing to give up all of the other things I wanted just to be with him. That was the truth.
I wrote my entry and left the playroom quickly, afraid I would change my mind. What if he read it and denied my request? That, I knew I could deal with. What I was really afraid of was him ending it with me because he didn’t want the same thing, or that he would think I was too needy.
I paced my apartment, waiting for him to call. What if he never called again? Would I go to the playroom anyway to try to find him? Although he’d been in my life such a short time, I couldn’t imagine it without him—the pull I felt toward him was indescribable. I’d never been this attracted to anyone in my life. The closest I’d ever come was Oliver from work, and I was sure that that was because, on some level, he reminded me of my Sir.
He did call, but he didn’t specifically address my entry. He did, however, ask me to perform for him and told me that he would use my body tomorrow while bringing me great pleasure—a reward he claimed I’d earned. I was too tired to worry anymore. I’d just take tomorrow as it came.
At work the next day, I watched the second hand of the clock tick slowly, counting the minutes until lunch. I’d received another bouquet of flowers from my Sir first thing in the morning—the scent always taking me back to the afternoon I’d gone to retrieve them. Much of that day was a blank, but I remembered the feelings…and they were amazing.
When it was finally lunchtime, I excused myself and headed to the seventh floor as my Sir had instructed me to do during his phone call last night. I sat on the edge of the desk, running my hands up the smooth material of my thigh highs. Nervously, I toyed with the elastic as I waited for him. I’d removed my shirt and bra, my nipples hard from the excitement of knowing he was likely watching, and definitely coming to join me soon.
I couldn’t see a thing—I’d already put my blindfold on—but that only heightened my other senses.
When I heard the door click and my Sir enter the room, my heart raced. “So beautiful, butterfly,” his voice soothed.
“We will not speak today. I will simply take what I desire from you.”
I swallowed thickly and nodded.
He didn’t speak again. The only thing I heard was a click and a buzzing sound,
then I felt what I recognized as a small silver bullet being rubbed over my clit and around my entrance. He teased me a few more times before finally sliding it inside of me, leaving it there to slowly pulse.
I sensed him moving up my body and was pleased when his lips met mine. We kissed slowly, passionately, until the feeling building inside of me from the tiny silver egg was more than I could take. He had asked me not to speak, and I didn’t want to disobey his command, but a whimper escaped my lips.
“What’s the matter, butterfly?” he teased. “Something you want to say?”
I whimpered again, not knowing if I should shake my head yes or no.
“Let’s see if that little pussy of yours is we… Holy fuck!” He growled as his finger pressed against my clit. “Sweet babygirl, your clit is throbbing and your pussy is drenched.”
I felt him leave my side, only to return a moment later between my thighs. I held my breath when the sensation of his cool tongue on my clit made it throb even more.
“Come for me,” he whispered.
His words were like music to my ears, and I allowed the release my body craved. It was more than the need to come, though. For some reason, I felt as if I was literally coming for him—like he needed it. As the warm fluid gushed from my body into his mouth, I sighed with contentment.
“Again,” he whispered, turning the egg up one click.
Chapter 52
Sir
Her body lay before me like an offering—her skirt riding up just enough to show a thin strip of creamy thigh between it and the lacey top of her thigh highs. Her dusty pink nipples were hard, making me lick my lips in anticipation.
She looked almost too perfect to touch.
Almost.
I needed this and so did she. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the tiny silver orb, clicking it on. Her sharp intake of breath let me know that she knew exactly what it was. I gently rubbed it on her clit and circled her entrance a few times before sliding it in.
She moaned, and I caught her exhale in my mouth. My lips gently brushed against hers, capturing them in a kiss. We kissed far longer than I had planned, and only when I heard her whimper did I realize just how strong the aroma of her arousal was. I teased her a bit by asking her what she wanted. In the end, though, it was about what I wanted, what I needed—and I needed her come.