Midnight Caller

by NJ Cole

  I’d spoken to Jeremy, and he advised me to get as much of my come into her as I could before we attempted sex. He also told me that the more I drank from her, the more I would produce myself. I’d found that to be true already. If I drank from her first, I often came a lot.

  When I was finished licking the last drop from her body, I whispered, “Again.”

  She moaned softly when I turned the bullet up one click. Over and over she came into my greedy mouth, and each time, I didn’t miss a drop. When she finally collapsed, her body trembling, I clicked the bullet to off and whispered a set of instructions in her ear. Walking out of the room, I could feel that my balls were literally enlarged from the excess semen produced during our time together.

  Sitting through the rest of the afternoon was painful. My cock throbbed for release, especially with my mate just a few feet from me, but I kept thinking about tonight and the magic it might hold for both of us.

  I’d read her thoughts in her journal and knew a little of what must be going on in her mind. Watching her, I could only assume she was thinking about me. Well, about her Sir. It was obvious because of the small smile playing at her lips and the way she squirmed occasionally in her chair as we worked.

  I had been careful to lick all of her sweet nectar from her pussy to try to help control the aroma, knowing that I’d be sitting in a small room with her for hours while feeling as if my cock and balls were going to burst, but it didn’t matter. Each moment she thought of me, her pussy dripped with new, fresh wetness.

  I moaned lowly and Shane smirked. “It’s a bitch, ain't it?” he said in a tone only I could hear.

  “Fuck you,” I growled back at the same level.

  “I actually bet you might right now, with how horny you are,” he retorted.

  I rolled my eyes. There was no way in hell I wanted to stick my dick into his hairy ass, and ironically, his teasing helped to lessen the throb of my cock. I pictured it again—fucking Shane’s ass—and was pleased my erection seemed to go down.

  The relief didn’t last long, because moments later, Bec shifted in her chair, rubbing her legs together, releasing another wave of her intoxicating scent.

  “Let’s call it an early day,” I said suddenly. We still had forty-five minutes to go, but I just couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Sounds good to me,” Shane said, standing and holding his folder of sketches over his crotch to hide his erection. I stood too, mimicking his stance.

  Shane and Candy left while Bec was still gathering her things. Instantly, an idea came over me.

  “Hey, Bec,” I said, trying to sound confident. “I was wondering if you would join me for dinner. I know that you probably don’t date co-workers, but our project is just days from ending, and I’m not your superior, so it would be fine.”

  She looked at me, blinking a few times. I could feel her attraction toward me, but what I felt more than that was a resounding no.

  “Um, Oliver. I’m flattered, really. I just, well, I’m not available.”

  “It doesn’t have to be tonight,” I pressed, wanting to try to read her expressions a bit longer.

  “Oh,” she said, and I thought for a moment she might give in. “It’s just that…well, I’m seeing someone.”

  “I didn’t know you were in an exclusive relationship,” I said, hoping to find out if that was what she wanted before I made an ass of myself tonight.

  She swallowed hard and her cheeks flushed pink. “Well, I’m not sure if it’s exclusive,” she said, making my stomach drop. “He might be, um, uh… Well, for me it’s exclusive. He has my heart.”

  I stared at her open mouthed, not knowing what to say. Did she just tell me that I had her heart? I mean, not me Oliver, but me Sir.

  “Oh, God,” she stammered. “I have no idea why I’m telling you all of this. I’m sorry. The invitation was lovely, I just can’t. I’m sorry.”

  “I get it, Bec,” I said, smiling. “Don’t apologize. You can’t blame a guy for trying.”

  “Thanks,” she said, grabbing her folder and rushing from the room.

  At her admission, I felt almost giddy—the smile on my face huge. I could feel how ridiculous it must have looked, but I couldn’t help it. I fucking had her heart!

  Chapter 53

  butterfly

  That had to be the most embarrassing conversation of my life. Not even a week ago, I’d gone out half nude, covered in come, and had a dog sniff me, yet this was still more embarrassing. Why had I told Oliver about my Sir? Why didn’t I just say I was a lesbian or something? The thought made me burst into laughter, drawing the attention of the other woman in the elevator.

  Great, now she thinks I’m insane, too, I thought to myself. At least Oliver hadn’t seemed upset. In fact, he actually seemed happy. In a few days, our project would be done and I would really miss working with him. He was talented, friendly, and yet very professional. Although, there were times—like today—when he looked at me like I were something to eat. I had to admit though, that if it weren’t for my Sir, I probably would have been very interested in his attention. But there was my Sir, and I couldn’t wait until I saw him again.

  When the elevator doors opened, I rushed from the building. I wanted to get home so I could see my Sir. The last thing he’d whispered to me before he left me on the seventh floor was, “After work, go home, eat, and meet me in the playroom. I’ll be waiting.”

  At my apartment, I grabbed a chef salad from the fridge, eating it quickly. It wasn’t thirty minutes later that my heart was beating wildly in the elevator as I headed for the penthouse.

  I was more than a bit nervous. The last time I’d been in the playroom, I’d told him of my desire to see him. I thought the fact that he’d seen me at lunch today was a good sign, but then he didn’t want to speak to me at all, which made me a bit nervous. Another thing that bothered me was that last night, one of my punishments had been that I wasn’t allowed to have his come after I’d given him a blowjob. Today at lunch, he didn’t even let me give him one. In fact, I didn’t hear him come at all. That left me with an uneasy feeling.

  I tried to push down the panic that hit me as the doors opened. What if he was ending it? I had to calm down; I couldn’t let myself think that way. I walked into the playroom, and all that was on the bench was a blindfold. No floggers, clamps, dildos. My heart sank.

  Maybe I could tell him it was all a joke. I tried to remain calm, but my heart was racing and I knew I was sweating. I was glad I’d only eaten salad for dinner, because I felt like I was going to be sick.

  I took a look around the room, wondering if it was going to be my last time there. There was no point in putting it off any more, so I put on the blindfold and took my place on the floor in the waiting position.

  I heard him enter the room. He moved around me, carefully inspecting my body as he always did. I waited anxiously for him to speak, bracing myself for him to say the words.

  Please don’t leave me, I thought.

  Would he just say something quick and to the point? I imagined him saying something like, “You are no longer needed” or “it’s over.” Would he make a long speech? I couldn’t handle it if he drew it out. I didn’t want to cry in front of him. Why did I write it? What if he leaves me? Oh, please, just hold it together. Breathe, Bec, breathe, I thought to myself.

  I could hear him walking around me and feel him looking at me. He was taking much longer than usual, though. Was he getting one long last look? I’d never felt so naked in my life.

  Finally, he spoke.

  “Butterfly, last time you told me in your journal of your desire to see me. Is that still something you want? You will speak to answer my questions, and you may address yourself in any way you wish. I want to know what you are thinking.”

  I considered denying it, saying it was a joke. I could say it was just a passing thought, or that it really didn’t matter. But it did matter, and I didn’t want to lie. As much as I might regret it, I couldn’t lie to him. />
  I took a deep breath, and although my voice was shaky, I spoke, “Yes, Sir. It doesn’t matter to me what you look like, I just want to see you—to be able to look into your eyes.”

  “Even if I do not look like you think I will? Whether I be tall or short, grotesque or god-like, you will not care?”

  “No, I will not care,” I whispered, hoping I was still allowed to speak.

  “And you want to touch me?”

  I nodded, knowing it was not right for me to ask such a thing from my Sir.

  “What if my body does not feel like you think it will?”

  “It won’t matter, Sir. I just want to touch you, to bring you pleasure, to hold you and to be held by you.” I wasn’t holding back anymore; I’d already passed the point of no return. He had to know how I felt—what I wanted.

  I heard him clear his throat.

  “And you want to feel me inside of you. I have brought you countless orgasms. Why is that so important to you?”

  That was the question I was the most concerned about. It had occurred to me that perhaps the reason he had never been with me was because he wasn’t physically able, but I knew that wasn’t true. He had come on me many times, and when I had pleased him with my mouth, I had actually felt him achieve an orgasm. I had enjoyed the taste of every last one, too. I decided to just answer his question honestly as my heart beat wildly in my chest.

  “It is important to me because then I will feel like I am completely yours. That you have claimed me as your own, and that we have become one.”

  “If I grant your wishes, butterfly, I will need a serious commitment from you. I would like you to wear my collar. This is a sign of our relationship, of you giving yourself completely to me. I will ask you to wear this always.”

  Wait, what? He wasn’t leaving me? He was going to grant my wish? My heart was racing so fast I feared it might explode.

  “I am going to remove your blindfold, but you will keep your eyes downcast.”

  How I wanted to just tear off the blindfold and look at him, but I knew I had to be patient.

  I felt him remove the blindfold and I opened my eyes slowly, keeping them trained at the ground. I could see his legs—dressed in black pants—standing a few feet from me. He was barefoot, and though I’d never been attracted to feet, I thought his were the sexiest feet I had ever seen. I continued staring at them, resisting the urge to glance up at his face.

  “This is the collar I would like you to wear.” He opened a black velvet box, and inside was a beautiful silver necklace. The front was a silver heart charm in the shape of a lock, and in the back was an actual lock.

  It was the most precious piece of jewelry I’d ever received—symbolizing our relationship perfectly.

  I listened carefully to his words. All of it was special, but there was one word that stuck out more than any other. “This collar may look like a simple heart necklace to everyone else, but you and I will know what it means. The heart will symbolize the love we are giving to each other.”

  Love.

  He said share our love! Did that mean he loved me? I tried to control the beating of my heart, and once again, I had to use all of my willpower not to look up at the man who had made me feel so special.

  “The chain will symbolize the unbreakable bond that holds us together, and the lock on the back, to which there is only one key, will symbolize that you belong to only one person—me. My butterfly, do you accept this collar? Do you accept me as your one and only Master?”

  “Yes, Master,” I said with a smile, loving the way it sounded on my tongue. “I accept you as my one and only Master—the only one that I will serve. I will spend the rest of my life giving myself to you to please you.”

  “You may look at me,” my Master said, his voice heavy with emotion.

  Slowly my eyes traveled up his body. It was not hideous; it was magnificent. He was only wearing pants, leaving his chest bare and exposing muscle upon muscle. Deliberately, I brought my gaze to his face. His light brown eyes were sparkling, as I had seen them look at me so many times before. It was Oliver! It had been him all along!

  Everything made sense now: how he had reminded me of my Sir, how their scents were the same, and how, even though I had wanted to be true to my Sir, sometimes my stomach had butterflies in it when he looked at me a certain way. He smiled at me, lust clearly in his eyes, causing a new wave of fluttering within me. He wanted me, and I wanted him.

  “I am yours, Master,” I said contentedly.

  Chapter 54

  Master

  It was going far better than I had hoped for.

  I’d asked her several questions, and she had answered all of them perfectly. I’d even asked what she would think if I didn’t feel like she thought I would. My body temperature was that of the room, and although it wasn’t cold, a seventy degree body would feel quite chilly to a nearly one hundred degree one.

  She had made me so happy with her response.

  “It won’t matter, Sir. I just want to touch you, to bring you pleasure, to hold you and to be held by you.”

  I had never had a reason to cry before, yet I felt as if there were tears in my eyes. I cleared my throat. She wanted to hold me and to be held by me. It was what I’d longed for. In the journal, she had also said that she wanted me to be inside of her. I had to make sure she still wanted that.

  “And you want to feel me inside of you. I have brought you countless orgasms. Why is that so important to you?”

  I heard her heart beat wildly in her chest.

  “It is important to me because then I will feel like I am completely yours. That you have claimed me as your own, and that we have become one.”

  Her words made my head spin and my cock twitch. She wanted to be one, to be mated with me. I’d heard all that I needed to hear. It was time to claim her as mine.

  I’d been to many collaring ceremonies, but I’d never given a woman my collar, and I never really thought this day would happen. I asked the question I never thought I would. “My butterfly, do you accept this collar? Do you accept me as your one and only Master?”

  I’d been alive for nearly two hundred years, and yet the space of time that elapsed between my question and her answer seemed longer. Finally, she spoke.

  “Yes, Master,” she said with a smile. “I accept you as my one and only Master—the only one that I will serve. I will spend the rest of my life giving myself to you to please you.”

  I felt what would be the equivalent to human adrenaline rushing through my body at her words—something I had never felt before. It was an amazing feeling. I’d never felt so alive, I’d never felt so in love. “You may look at me,” I said, my voice thick.

  Without another word, I clasped the collar on her neck, snapping the lock into place. Her eyes never left mine as I lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bed. We’d never used it in training, and now I was glad it had remained pure, waiting for this moment.

  I wanted to take her, ravage her, but I knew that we had to do things properly or she could get hurt. Besides, she didn’t know the truth, and I didn’t want to taint tonight with lies.

  “My butterfly, my beautiful butterfly,” I said, kissing her neck. I so didn’t want this to end, but I also didn’t want to go any further without telling her the truth. “There is something about me you need to know.”

  “Mmmmmm,” she said, running her hands up my back. She froze instantly when she touched my cool body.

  “Let me explain,” I started to say as I stared down at her, but she interrupted me.

  “Are you married?”

  I was taken by surprise, prepared to explain how I was a Bocaj, but that there was nothing to fear. I was prepared to explain everything about my kind. But my marital status? That was what she wondered about?

  “Uh, no…but I need to explain.”

  “Shhh,” she said, pressing her finger to my lips. “If you aren’t married, I don’t need to know anything more. I accept you as you are.�
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  “But…”

  “Are you married?”

  “No,” I said with a smile. “I’ve never been married, but I think you need…”

  “You. I need you. The rest can wait until later, right?”

  “Ok,” I smiled.

  We were definitely not in Dominant/submissive mode, but I loved her like this. I loved her.

  I kissed her passionately on the lips, and when she started writhing under me, I realized that she needed air. Not wanting to stop kissing her, I moved to her neck while she caught her breath.

  “I love you,” I murmured into her soft skin.

  She stilled.

  It seemed like an eternity before she exhaled. “I love you, too.”

  I kissed her fiercely, and it was different this time. This time, she’d declared she loved me. I wanted nothing more than to make her officially my mate.

  It was time. I had wanted her to know everything about me, but to her it didn’t matter. She had accepted me for who I was. I knew it was a bit of a cop out—never in a million years would she guess what I truly was—but at that moment, I was just going with it. I didn’t want to take anything away from her tonight. Collaring ceremonies were very special to submissives. In a way, they were like weddings. Vows were exchanged, a symbol of the relationship was given, and then the union was consummated. We had exchanged our promises, I’d given her her permanent collar, and now I wanted to consummate our union.

  “And now, my butterfly, I’d like to consummate our relationship.”

  She bit her lip and looked at me.

  “Kneel, my beautiful girl,” I said, placing one of the large pillows from the bed on the floor.

  She moved quickly to the floor and took her waiting position. It was beautiful the way her body looked, nude with the exception of my collar around her neck, the heart resting just above her cleavage.